squidbiscuit:

No glitter or really anything you asked for….but I needed some reason to post this practice doodle.

I love him so much~
He looks a bit thicker then he normally is though but the way I’ve seen him treated in your art he is finally eatting a good amount and I am not here to stop him. It’s about time he filled up for once and have friends.

Now- to the vomit.

It kind of reminds me of when Marik got sick. Just that beautiful neasuea that he doesn’t know how to deal with because it is so sudden and he doubles over unable to breath because he is panicing. This doesn’t normally happen and for all he knows this might be the begining of the end and I freakin’ love that~

Those spooked eyes are fantastic even as sketches. 
The one hand does nothing to stop that oncoming mess that a second might help keep back but that mecha hand is needed to keep him from collapsing. If he collapses then he might die, that is just the rule of the wasteland and with no Roady in sight he needs to keep up, and power through it. 
He is Jamison Fawkes! World’s most wanted man! (in his mind at least but hey he /is/ high on the list) He survived two miscalculations that cost him his right leg and arm and there is no way he is going down like this!

He second guesses himself after a bit too much of paniced thinking as another wave of nausea hits when he sees how much he has upchucked. It’s colored funny and for an irrational moment he wonders if ‘puking up your guts’ is more than just a saying but a real possibility. 

His legs wobble as the world seems to shift and his flesh leg gives out. Junkrat is now kneeling and holding himself, mutting how he needs to keep it together. 
He manages to pick himself back up and stumble onward leaving a gross trail along the way. Eyes watering and stomach feeling lighter but still vastly upset. 
Forget Roady for a tic- he needs a healer. Now where was that frog boy?