|| ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE || A mumbling, wandering scarecrow that doesn't mean to hurt or frighten anyone. || Selective RP blog for Hayseed!Junkrat from Overwatch. Please read my rules page before interacting. Header art by lichart and profile pic art by daxratchet. Side accounts are @doctahjunkenstein, @tweettweetondastreet, and @drachroma.||
UPDATE
//Hey y’all. For the next few weeks, this blog will be almost completely inactive while the new blog is being remade. When it is remade, I will come back to this blog and inform you all of its user. If you’d like to stay in touch with me, please go follow my new main blog, @drakuroma , and if we’re mutuals, feel free to IM me there and ask for my Discord tag.
I hope to have the new blog up and running by mid September, but it’ll be up by early October for sure.
Thank you for being patient with me. I’ll see you all in the future!
@pinguminati REPLIED TO THIS POST:
“take care babe, dont forget about old jesse :’)”
//Oh, hun, Batmun could never forget about you. I’d die before that happens. You’ll be the first person I follow when that blog is finished— count on it!
//Hey, uh, I’m sorry about the fact that I’ve been inactive for like, two weeks on this blog. I’ve been paying a lot of attention to my Colress blog instead of this one, and I feel bad about it. However, I will be pretty inactive here because I’m currently remaking this account, and when it’s finished, I will post another update here so you all know where I’ve moved and what will happen to this blog.
Please, keep Hayseed in your hearts until I come back with a brand new and updated blog for our precious scarecrow. Thank you so much!
The scarecrow twiddles his thumbs for a moment before finally deciding what he’d ought to do.
He collapsed right next to the Brit and put his head in her lap, adjusting himself so he could look up at her from her lap. He put his mechanical hand on his stomach before speaking up.
“No, Miss Oxton…Had you died…well, plenty ‘a folks would’ve missed you…including myself, believe it or not.”
The sudden contact was surprising to say the least, but hardly unwelcome. Hands carefully folded themselves behind her head, creating a cushion for the heavy skull.
“Don’t think I knew ya back then, t’ be honest.” Lena gazed down at him, brow creasing mildly. “D'ya know how much headache I would have saved if the crash jus’ killed me?”
“We did not know each other…Not as far as I can remember…Then again, these brains ‘a mine are…well, over two hundred years old.” The scarecrow paused, biting his lip under his burlap mask. A few seconds later, he let out an audible sigh, his body beginning to slowly heat up.
“But as you become more…popular in the media…I started paying more attention to you. I thought…that I’d ought to befriend you…as well as the rest of Overwatch…and that’s what I did. I’ve been a member…for quite some time. You…” His goggles twitched as he looked up at Lena. “You were someone I wanted to protect.”
The scarecrow’s goggles twitched once more as he looked away, looking at the wall. “The fact that you wish…you would’ve died…Well, had you done so, I wouldn’t have joined this…organization…and I would’ve been some lonely scarecrow…out in the Black Forest…alone. Mourning my creator’s death.”
“Uh, I don’t think that’s mine then…uh…Why are you wearing that get-up again, Jamison? It’s not Halloween anymore, now, is it?”
Hayseed frowned at the mention of his ‘get-up’. It’s not like he had anything else to wear. No one wanted to buy him anything else, and he couldn’t go out into public to go shopping without getting screamed at. He found it sad that this wonderful man didn’t understand that he was literally a zombie and not just his counterpart in a Hallow’s Eve costume.
Putting his flesh hand to his face with a bit of frustration, he growled back, trying his best to not sound too threatening, “Lúcio, it’s James…and I thought I…explained to you that…this isn’t a costume.”
The scarecrow twiddles his thumbs for a moment before finally deciding what he’d ought to do.
He collapsed right next to the Brit and put his head in her lap, adjusting himself so he could look up at her from her lap. He put his mechanical hand on his stomach before speaking up.
“No, Miss Oxton…Had you died…well, plenty ‘a folks would’ve missed you…including myself, believe it or not.”
TUMBLR PROF ANNOUNCEMENT: If you are trans or nonbinary and you are in the same situation as the student above, email your professors before class starts. I understand that it might be uncomfortable, but generally professors are absolutely happy to accommodate you. I know I always will be!
If your professor does not respond positively, contact the Dean or the campus LGBT+ resource center with a copy of the email and show them that you are concerned about gender discrimination in the classroom.
just a reminder that this is an option for you folks! i did it and all my teachers replied within a few hours saying that it was okay. you can do this! school does not have to be painful.
( *rolls in with a cute headcannon for Hayseed* he talks to his birb friends as if they can hold a conversation with him, both to check on his birb friends n make sure they're okay and because the boi needs someone to talk to when he doesn't wanna bug anyone else *rolls away* )
What is the cutest headcanon you have for my muse?
//Oh my god. That’s so fucking cute. He totally does that. He loves talking to his birds. What if I told you that he also has bird funerals whenever they pass away? He’s too good to his birds. You can imagine how much he loves Ganymede in the Modern Verse.
Hayseed actually feeds birds! Even if the reason for that might be so they stop picking at his straw.
What is the cutest headcanon you have for my muse?
//What if I told you that Hayseed does feed birds, and he specifically feeds crows, not only to keep them from bothering him and the cornfield he’s supposed to be guarding, but to make friends with them? And that he has a crow named Angel? Who has babies that he also named (that I forgot the names for and now I feel stupid about it)?
So yeah. Your headcanon is approved— and it’s been canon!
