Roadrat on Main is an Overwatch erotica fanzine. The zine is divided into two sections, the first fairly vanilla and the second exploring kinkier topics. Proceeds will go to two charities, the international LGBTQ org OUTRIGHT, and the U.S based Sex Positivity org The Effing Foundation.
SO do any of my followers remember my Roadrat Charity Zine 2018 fic, If Found Return to Road, illustrated by the amazing @iopichio ??
well, i am DELIGHTED to announce that we have done it again, but this time it’s SEXY 👀👀👀
here’s a snippet of one of my Two Fics, BUT for $15, you can read both of them in full, complete w glorious illustrations, and get a whole bunch of other incredible fic and art, while supporting two great charities!!
Roadhog was never one to say no to one of Junkrat’s plans. He would occasionally nudge Junkrat into finetuning said plans to avoid a fiery death and maximise their financial rewards, but he was perfectly happy to follow his partner wherever his whims took him. Junkrat was a maelstrom of destruction. It gave him great joy to unleash this chaotic force on a cold and cruel world, where omnics displaced honest solar farmers and lawless, free survivors were subject to government levies.
Unfortunately, setting Junkrat loose on a deserving populace meant that he, too, had to bear witness to the deranged man’s antics.
“Oi, ‘Hog! Get me one of those fried wieners on a stick.“ Roadhog watched as Junkrat, draped over the back of a painted horse, pointed imperiously at the nearby takeaway shop as his steed rounded the carousel once more.
The poor carousel attendant was attempting to get his attention, one timid finger raised in the air as he called out, "Sir? Sir! Please sit upright on the attraction and hold onto your horse."
Junkrat had ignored him for the last four rotations, but he finally addressed the admittedly irritating man. "Hold yer horses, I’m almost done!” As he circled around out of Roadhog’s sight, Junkrat craned his neck back and shouted at him, “And some fairy floss!”
