#junkenstein v

[synodicsoma]

And they both go crumbling to the floor seconds later in a pile of mismatching limbs and giggles 💚

Pyro and Vulture being dorks. Shortly after V's legs give out and Pyro comes crashing down but V is so happy he did the thing!

LOVELY ART BY @akamavarii

Pyro belongs to @synodicsoma

[bushelofmuses]

@royalmuses​​ for the starter call

The gorgon kept his eyes covered, and asked his snakes to keep their eyes closed. He still needed to figure out a way to keep their gazes from killing people, but...that was why he was here. To see if the strange scientist could help him. Lúcio hoped he wouldn’t have to fall into the same loyalty that he did to accomplish it.

Reaching up, he nervously knocked on the door. Middle of the night, so maybe he wouldn’t answer, but Lúcio didn’t really have a choice but to travel when no one else was out and about. It wasn’t safe, and he had no intention of hurting anyone.

[mzcal]

JUNKENSTEIN  /  la muerte me pela los dientes .

long ago in a small village just south of aldersbrunn lived a woman who went by the name of olivia colomar. she traveled from lands far away in search of resources and connections, solely interested in furthering her scientific ventures. olivia found herself interested in what made everyday contraptions and tools work from a young age. as an orphaned child, she occupied herself by taking things apart and putting them back together. as a lonely teenager, she occupied herself by creating her own gadgets. now as an adult, she dedicated herself to greater creations  -  along the way she found herself interested in the power of lightning and its potential for propelling humanity to a golden new age. 

unfortunately, she was born in a time where science was shunned for the sake of religion and women were meant for little more than caring for families. olivia learned in her teenage years that she had to hide her work from the public. it was simple enough to keep it a secret seeing as she was brought up shrouded in secrecy. the problems began when her work started to require more resources  -  she burned through various metals, alloys,  leather,  and ink far too quickly. these materials were hard enough to come by without bountiful riches. they were even harder to come by when she was presenting as a woman. she took it upon herself to dress more masculine when in the markets, concealing her most notable features with wigs and baggy clothing.  

in her newest town, olivia kept to herself in the house farthest from the others. rumors began to circulate about the newcomer, especially as more and more of the townsfolk were granted glimpses of her work in the midst of traveling to and from the market. whispers of witchcraft circulated, further exaggerated by the tales of a truer witch in the nearby adlersbrunn. with each month the whispers just grew louder with nothing to stop them once the seed was planted. knights and authority were alerted and she was watched closely. every wrong move added to her list of “crimes” until the day came where she was taken and questioned on her activities. well aware that there was nothing she could do but accept her fate, olivia left them with a final message: if she could come back to life, she would haunt each and every one of them.

… her eternal slumber was evidently not so eternal. despite every bit of logic dictating that she was not to open her eyes ever again,  olivia was awoken with a jolt. blinking away the crust of sleep and… well... death, she met her reflection in a set of emerald lenses. the man was far too loud with a foreign accent, pitchy laughter guiding his introduction to her as doctor jamison junkenstein. he had created her, brought her back to life and she was to be the bride of his first revival; an unnamed man that simply grunted in… irritation, perhaps? olivia argued against this - she did not choose to be revived in the first place and she would not be marrying any man. the doctor did not care for her protests. he simply rattled on about his plans, jumping from topic to topic. amongst his ramblings she heard that he would name her “shadow”, a nickname that she decided she would later use as her new alias once she escaped from his castle. 

to keep this from getting any longer, i’ll summarize what’s next. “shadow”, translated into sombra by her own accord, escapes from her chains when junkenstein leaves. she takes with her a big sack of his equipment. she travels through the lands and from here on out it’s thread dependent but her default is that she finds the countess’ castle and convinces her to allow her to stay.

some notes on her appearance since this is set in the ~1800s so there would be no cybernetics, dyed hair, etc.

as a nod towards her dyed hair and eyebrow slits, sombra has poliosis. this gives her a natural streak of white hair towards the front of her scalp along with a bit on her left eyebrow. it also fits with her in-game skin/the bride of frankenstein's hair since shes got the white locks on the side!

her eyes are her natural color of very dark brown. they have a purplish tinge after death because monster logic LOL

her eccentric/"punk" fashion is translated into a more gothic fashion sense and how she dresses more masculinely frequently pre-death. i dont want to break immersion and i dont think she would dress to stick out because it would only hold her back and this woman is an Opportunist.

she primarily goes by olivia in this verse. sombra is an alias given to her by junkenstein and its only used after her death!

[iamterra]

@synodicsoma​‘s boy Janku and my boy Vulture!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YCH VALENTINE COMMISSION FOR @iamterra !!!

thank you sm for commissioning!! :]

[tuff-and-fluff-archives]

Fuck I literally can't think about anything else but the Overwatch anniversary event starting next week like I just want it to be here and I legit feel like just sitting here and wait but I know I cant do that 😣

[primedspecimen]

Roadrat Junkenstein verse 23

Send me a number and a pairing, and I’ll do a short (100-300 words max) description.

Last kiss

Monster had a habit of leaving for long times and then returning for short ones, though he often came back battered and bruised and low energy with a need for replacements. Jamison had readied his beloved creation to be able to live his best life once again, but for once… for once, he found himself incredibly reluctant to let him go. His masterpiece had his own will, his own wants and needs, and yet tonight as rain pounded relentlessly on the estate, he didn’t want the brute to leave.

He wanted him to stay… To perhaps watch him create, or maybe even do some silly domestic things… Dare he say, cuddle?

Climbing off his table, the Monster rolled his shoulders, roughly cocking his head to each side to allow the neck some wet cracks. Though they were difficult to see, his eyes were focused and determined, ready to go out, to be an unnatural disaster. It was this that just made Junkenstein want him more. Sure, he’d created the beast with his preferences in mind, but the personality wasn’t his doing. His creation was alive, and that creation’s personality was more than just a little alluring to the good doctor.

As Monster lumbered down the corridors towards the exit of the building, his master had followed, trying to decide how to send his beloved off with an adoring farewell. When they reached the doors, Jamison grabbed the massive hand, pulling it toward himself, prompting the great behemoth to grunt and turn to see why. It was right then that a kiss was planted firmly on the lips of the pig face’s lips. It was… strange? But that’s what the doctor revelled in. Mismatched hands rose up to hold the other’s cheeks, wanting nothing more than to freeze time itself. Alas… While the beast seemed to humor him, hands resting briefly on the slender hips, the swelling boom of fireworks in the madman’s head was short lived, brought to an abrupt halt when the larger of the duo pulled away.

Massive mitt lifted to rest on his master’s head, ruffling slightly before turning around and heading out the door. Maybe he knew he’d see his dear doctor again.

But he was wrong. Junkenstein had a debt to repay, and they were here to collect. Shadows on the wall, slightly swaying chandeliers… They had come, and he would no longer be able to welcome his greatest creation home…

[rwhalzili-a]

     anon said: Abandoned mask      || The Masks We Wear ||

Send in ‘ABANDONED MASK’ to meet a muse I’ve had in the past that I no longer roleplay.

     “Woit the. . .?” Well, either the Witch’s magic went horribly wrong or he woke up on the wrong side of the lab table. None of this stuff looks familiar, strange buildings, mechanical THINGS outside. All the landscape is gone to these towering buildings, “Woit the ‘ell is this place? Why is there a bloody blue dragon thing everywhere?!”

[ridesagain]

@disgraced-doctor-junkenstein​ liked for a starter!

A large finger reached out, brushing against the doctor’s arm, near a wound he’d sustained. 

“ ... hurt, ” the beast mumbled, emotion in his tone difficult to read. The concept of suffering was not new to the creature’s evolving mind, much as he’d inflicted it on others without regret. But seeing it in conjunction with his creator, the one that had GIVEN him a mind to start with ... it stirred a deep sense of. Something. A feeling he wasn’t as familiar with.

[xmisericors]

😨 - a nightmare 🏺 - a dream about the past //Is it forbidden to combine icons?? Hmm...

          send in a dream icon for my muse to dream about yours || NOT ACCEPTING

The Witch of the Wilds rarely fell into a deep enough sleep to see her dreams. Only because witches did not dream, they R E M E M B E R E D. Their immortal lives often came with a price and usually, for Angela, the price was her own haunted memories. Her misgivings, her failures, her broken heart and shattered desires. She always tried to stray from such things, but her magic had failed her tonight.

Thus, she saw visions of a death. Death of a man with a vast imagination. Death of a creature who embraced the shadows of decay. Even the death of something that had only lived for a single night. Worse yet, she also saw something that made pain flair throughout her veins like hot molten steel. It was her own, unjust death.

The image was of her own body being struck with a silver bullet. It was a fatal wound, and though it would not permanently kill her immortal soul, it would certainly take away all within reach. Take away her power, her control. Her desires to have everything B U R N E D her. She was losing everything right before her very eyes.

There was so much fury in her dying body that she sent an accusing look to the failed Doctor. The Witch expected a fallen corpse, but she was met with a man in confusion. His bruised body faced the sky, eyes brimming with tears and fingers shaking over his bleeding chest. It seemed he simply could not comprehend that they had failed. That his death would come soon.

Angela felt something fluttering in her chest. Guilt? Regret? It had been a long time since she felt any emotion other than greed. Yet seeing the great Doctor Junkenstein cry so openly had unlocked something in her and she found herself crying too.

“Get her before she goes. We must burn her.” A voice echoes above. It’s the alchemist, her call yelling over the storm that had finally captured the castle in its natural power. “Junkenstein will be dead in a moment. But we must see that this witch finally dies.”

The Witch of the Wilds felt her insides boil with a new found resentment. A rage that ignited the last of the witch’s magic like spilled oil. Despite the agonizing pain of every wound in her body, she took the hand of the doctor. “You owe me, Doctor. You owe me your L I F E! ”

Just as the magic would have carried her away in the memory, the witch startled awake. The energy she felt was fierce and had actually began to burn the insides of her cabin from the intensity. She ceased the heat immediately, a sneer on her lips. The anger she felt in her dream carried over, scratching at her insides in the desire to seek revenge. To burn all that rose against her.

No, that would just have to wait.  

[ceocu]

💪 (I have no idea. Just picked a random one)

💪 - pick up and carry my muse.

「 At first, Wisps reaction to being picked up was rather docile. A wide eyed startled expression at the space between the ground and their feet, their short tail curling between their legs. Then the situation starts to set in, and the scent of the doctor is on their tongue. 

❝You ASS! Blaigeard!❞ Wisp hissed, more insults slurred out between fangs, clawed fingers scratching at Junkensteins arms. Teeth are bared, but with hands under their pits, it makes it rather difficult for those predatory teeth from hitting any marks. 」

[iamterra]

Soft bois

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[seventysixes]

You miss your departed beloved /dearly/, don't you Jack? What would you give to be able to see him again? He yearns for you as brightly as you for him... ~🎃😇

[ @deathunyielding ]

Jack’s stomach knots- he knows this isn’t right. He can feel it in her presence alone, the way she carries herself… and yet he can’t stop listening. No, he tells himself, you know better than to buy into this shit.

But Gabe.

The woman is right. Jack grits his teeth, swallowing hard against the nausea building in his stomach as she suggests that Gabe is actually still out there and misses him. It’s a cruel tactic. Still… he’s no liar.

“…Anything,” he answers after a long while, voice quiet. 

[hisimpetuosity-archived]

   「♖」     THE WITCH DEMANDS PAYMENT            more than that, she DEMANDS MORE than her standing ; life and death hackneyed realms she’d learn to weave and reap at her LEISURE, now fate seemed the new frontier she wished to possess. and so HE existed, called forth from one to another and given CHAINS that guide ; freedom an illusive concept for the REAPER. 

     ❛❛    the WITCH OF THE WILDS sends her regards but it seems you’ve dabbled where you shouldn’t ‘ave SEER  ❜❜  

                                                 「 ​ @herguile  ♡ !」

[herguile-m]

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.”

                    (  ♞  )                    ❝   ——Hm,   ❞ momentary interest piques within the corner of her focus as she hears the other’s  o m i n o u s  warning for what lay ahead, posture set in ready defense even as her head turns with just a slight to face the witch with a fully  b l o o m e d  smile upon her reddened lips, a   f l i c k e r  of aged charm rolling off curve of velvet lips as confidence is imbued within the genuine sentiment conveyed, ❝   with the both of us working together, I’m sure there’s little some dark beasts can do to two capable women, after all——  ❞

(  late night . // @herdiligence​ )

[sleepy-kiddo]

I hope you enjoy it! the way everyone looks in that mode is available as skins too, so you might even get to dress Junkrat up as Junkenstein! you, your bubby, and your friends can even make your own custom game of Junkenstein's Revenge and change all sorts of stuff! like letting you play as any character (you can usually only pick from a few! I like doing this to play Symmetra, her turrets really take care of the zombie robots!), having more than four people playing, and all sorts of fun stuff!

I had a bunch of fun playing on some of the Halloween themed maps :3 I gotta take a break tho rn ^^ hopefully I can play junkensteins revenge with my friends n bubby soon!

While I was playing, I found another character I love to play! Orissa! I went two whole games against medium/hard bots without being taken out once as her :o

Its probably not super impressive seeing as other ppl are lots better at the game n play actual competative, but I'm happy to find some characters that I'm okay with n are fun to play!

[revengeboundscientist-blog]

     His face didn’t speak that the doctor was exactly happy with how things were. Instead of his usual lab coat covering up his chest, a sweater took over its spot. Calculations were made, and, even more strange, was the fact the madman’s hair didn’t look like a few volts had been applied to it.     There was somebody he was looking for with a small box in hand, but to find the knight was the real problem without being able to enter the Lord’s castle.

           @yourpersonalknight winter starter ♥