A perfect accessory for all you Junkers out there! This hand-held puppet is ready to snap up your enemies, or crack a terrible joke! Can lay wide open flat like the trap it is, or be left in a face-like position, as seen in photos. Pressing down on the pedal will make the “lower jaw” swing up and down for ‘talking’ and 'snapping’ action!
This cosplay prop is hand made to-order, so please allow 2-3 weeks for shipping. Lightweight resins and even lighter foam for soft and light fun! Not intended for children.
The perfect necklace to show off your Junker Pride! Whether you’re a Junkrat main, or just love Overwatch, this Steel Trap inspired fanart pendant is also a great gift for the explosives expert in your life!
Pendant: 2" x 1.75" Chain: 18"
Cast resin, available in silver or gold powder finish, with adjustable chain to complete your look! A nice compliment for your cosplay, or casual wear.
Since these items are hand-made to order, please allow 1-2 weeks before shipping. TA!
More German Junkrat Lines (I tried to write some of them down while playing):
“You won’t get rid off me that easily” (after respawning) “Now we know who’s really wearing the pants here” (After killing an enemy Roadhog) “I give it a ten!” “Oooi, quite decent.” “Evil enemies get a little bomb… or two… OR THREE.” “With best wishes~” “And it made BOOM~” (saying it in the melody of a German song from the 80s “and it made zoom~”(Klaus Lage - 1000 und eine Nacht)) _______________________ “So many enemies waiting to be blown up, I can barely hold myself back!” “This is my point! MINE! … or do you want a piece of it too?” “This could turn out well.” (After placing steel trap) “Farewell, my darling.” (After placing steel trap) “Time for a tire change!” (When ult is ready) “I’ve prepared something.” (After placing concussion mine) “Healing. HEALING. HEALING!!!” (calling out for healing) “Full throttle!” (when Mercy boosts) “Made a blunder, eh?” (when someone stepped into steel trap) “Free home delivery!” (when shooting at someone(?)) “I’ve lived through worse things.” (after respawning) “I’m simply a late starter.(bomb reference)” (after respawning) “One head, one Arm, one leg. Everything still there.” “I’m surrounded by lunatics and freaks… WONDERFUL!”
terezi cornering dave in the hallway and smirking like careful dave karkat’s cuteness might seem harmless but honestly it is a steel toothed trap that once sprung might be impossible to escape you better watch out
vriska constantly “accidentally” walking in on wherever they’re hanging out trying to catch them in the act, not even sure what act, just AN act, for god’s sake give us a fucking clue
kanaya watching them give each other merciless shit one day and act like best friends the next and overhearing dave talking karkat down from some vriska-induced rage or another and wanting to meddle SO BAD but having no idea HOW where do you even BEGIN with this karkat what are you doing
and all rose has to do is raise her eyebrows slightly and dave heats up like a furnace
Light is decent at singing- not incredible, but still pleasant. However, his memory is like a steel trap. He rarely sings in front of others, but will correct their lyrics in a heartbeat. L on the other hand has a habit of singing in the shower, and is incredibly good. Literally- near angelic. Light complains to him about his “ear-splitting voice”, but secretly loves it and starts to look forward to being able to hear L sing. L of course sees this and so makes an effort to sing more “accidentally”. He asks Light subtly what music he likes, and a few weeks later, a cover can be heard from the bathroom. Light appreciates this tremendously and starts “misplacing” lists of his favorite songs. Essentially, two lovestruck idiots that are subtly not subtle.
Cielya meets the almighty Kelzygosa! Setting: Borean Tundra. - and she's in her dragon form :3 have at it Zookeeper! Treat her like a zoo study if you like!
Cielya sat on a large rock near her campsite. Her journal was beside her, with pieces of paper scraps sticking out in a bookmarking fashion. Her focus at the moment was that of the Marsh Caribou. The stags and does quietly grazed on the tundra’s dried grass. She heard of reports of game hunters in the area so she kept an watchful eye out for any steel traps that might have been laid down for them.
Occasionally she heard the gurgling warbles from the Grolocs as they scavenged around the mushy water pools. In the distance, she could make out the fuzzy outline of the Tuskarr fishing village Relatively everything was quiet.
That was until an arrival of an odd creature. Well odd in the terms of what it was exactly doing there, Cielya wondered. The large blue dragon, seemed quiet far off from its supposed habitat.
“Oh!” she exclaimed standing up and reaching for her journal. “I haven’t seen a blue dragon this south from Coldarra. I mean sure the protos are indigenous to the Storm Peaks, but still I wonder, what brings you out here?” she asked cautiously making way forward.
Junkrat is a huge cuddler in his sleep and when McCree wakes up before him, he can’t get up because
1: he doesn’t want to Jamison to let go
2: he physically can not because somehow that scrawny boy is a steel trap when it comes to cuddling.
Escaping a toxic relationship can feel like breaking a piece of your heart off; like a wolf chews its leg off to escape a steel trap. Leaving is never easy, but sometimes it’s necessary to save yourself and others from dying inside. — Bryant McGill
It’s selfish to want them both, Percy tells himself, in the thin hours of morning when he can’t sleep and sits at his work-table, taking his gun apart over and over as if he’s looking for secrets in its metal guts. It’s selfish, and it’s wrong, and they’re twins – tall and identical and perfect, all dark elegance and long, silky hair and a razor’s-edge of something feral and hungry and angry just beneath the surface.
He’s always liked sharp things, hungry things, things with teeth – and the twins are sharp all over, lined with teeth, in their own unique ways. He wants to stick his hand into the steel trap of their souls, just to see what it would feel like when they slammed shut around his wrist, what it would be like to be caught there. Trapped. A wild animal wounded by the bladed edges and honed points of their love, bleeding out in their arms.
The smoke curls around the soft insides of his chest, an over-affectionate cat, crawls up his throat until it chokes him, and he digs a thumbnail into the soft meat of his palm until it bleeds. Another mark to add to his collection. It’s selfish, and it’s wrong, and he knows that him and his guns and his smoke are bad news of the worst kind. They don’t need that in their lives, don’t want that in their lives – don’t deserve that in their lives. Don’t deserve him.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Jasper Sitwell Additional Tags: Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Child Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Fluff, Undercover Missions, Depression, Medication, Mental Health Issues, Relationship(s), SHIELD, Spies & Secret Agents Summary:
In which Coulson’s brain operates like a) a steel trap (sometimes) and b) a Swiss stopwatch (always), Clint is kind of messed up, and learning to get along from Day One is an exercise in cautious affection.
Origin story. May not be entirely MCU compliant, and definitely takes a running jump away from comicsverse, but hopefully enjoyable nevertheless. Written as a gift.