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Business Negatiations

ridethefire:

That…was wholly unexpected. Roadhog, too had expected to yank back the weight of a whole person, but instead he found his hook dangling rather loosly with a pair of ratty camo shorts. This was a combination of absurdly hilarious and entirely unamusing. His face turned to look at the rat, letting out an annoyed grumble as he yanked the hook back into his hand more properly now.

“So! Maybe you should quit while yer ahead, ‘cause there ain’t no more clothes to save yer skinny hide if I throw this thing again! Whaddya say…gonna do this the smart way…or the fun way?” As if to put emphasis on that last part, he waved his hook around, a menacing chuckle rumbling out like gravel from his throat. NOT a good sound, not at all.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly with each frantic gasp for air. Yeah, you’ve stopped, but you’re just barely out of reach now.

In all honesty, you should just take off, because your chances for survival soar past a mere twenty percent if you cut your losses now, but do you really want to keep running. “M-Maybe we can work somethin’ out!” You answer back, raising your hands in some form of surrender.

“There ain’t been no trouble here yet, mate! I ain’t tryin’ ta’ come the raw prawn with ya’!“

#rp:business negotiations

ridethefire

Business Negatiations

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ridethefire:

There was that almost painful silence where all Roadhog could hear was the sound of his own heavy breathing and the world around him. He -almost- thought he -might- have made a mistake, but then, sure enough….the rat took off and Roadhog let out a snorting laugh watching him go. One of the large man’s favorite parts was giving his victims a head start. It gave them some sort of false sense of hope, and then gave him a bigger thrill when he hooked ‘em in.

He gave Junkrat five seconds before he tossed his hook, effortlessly and with a practiced hand, aiming right for the back of his trousers. He probably knew he was screwed, and Roadhog listened hard for the sound of that inevitable startled cry when he was yanked back by his britches.

Like a wild animal, you take off, boots treading hard-packed soil as efficiently as you can manage. You’ve been running for hours, but there’s been no break whatsoever. Frag launcher hefted over your shoulder, you put as much distance as you can behind yourself.

The hook is a shock; it flies at you with little more than a quiet rattle.

When you’re hooked, you expect to hit the ground, expect to be reeled in like some large fish, but it never comes, because between the force of yourself running at full momentum and the bounty hunter’s hook pulling back against that, there’s a tear as your pants are ripped from your limber body, leaving you entirely nude.

Which, of course, elicits a bout of frightened laughter at the situation itself.

#rp #ridethefire

ridethefire

Business Negatiations

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ridethefire:

Roadhog ate his fill, slowly standing up and adjusting his pants. Something struck him as….odd. Come to think of it, he’d had this weird feeling he was being watched. Some sort of critter? A tuft of blonde caught his eye, a hand coming up again to wipe some blood off his mouth. Aha. Now, he wasn’t all that familiar with the plants of the wild, but he had a feeling none of them looked quite like THAT.

Slowly, he lumbered over, already grabbing his hook in his hand. He’d leave out the shotgun. Afterall, he wanted this one alive.

“So…a little rat in hiding….” He said, a bit loudly. Junkrat would probably get the hint. “Hope that thing can scurry when I find him….’cause I’m still a git hungry.”

You take quiet, shuddering breaths as you listen intently.

But then you’re hearing him stomp closer and closer to the ditch, to the point where the longer you listen, the clearer his rasping breaths become. When he speaks, he sounds like he’s almost right on top of you.

Opening your eyes entirely again, you see a shadow cast directly on the other side of the ditch.

Yeah, there’s no way he doesn’t know you’re here. And if you don’t think quickly, you just might end up on the menu. However, it doesn’t take long for flight to win over fight, and as a result, you launch yourself up, purposefully kicking up as much dirt on your way to your feet before you’re clambering out to the left and taking off as fast as your thin, spindly legs will carry you.

#rp:business negotiations

ridethefire

Business Negatiations

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ridethefire:

It was gross, disgusting even….well, to some people. But to Roadhog, it was a meal, and he wound up sitting down and wiping off his mouth as he looked around, thinking out loud.

“If I were a Rat, where would I hide…hrmph. Hole, prolly,” He grumbled, tearing off another chunk of meat. “Wonder who he pissed off so bad…”

Fear is your motivation to keep quiet, especially as the large man growls to himself, terror making you want to flee.

Come on, come on! If you run, you’re gonna die, ya’ drongo!

Just breathe nice and steady-- if you hold your breath, you’re going to make way more noise. Just breathe, because he won’t be here forever. If you can just hold on long enough, he won’t check-- he’ll finish the kangaroo, and he’ll go.

#rp:business negotiations

ridethefire

Business Negatiations

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ridethefire:

It was actually a rather nice time for a drive, and he would have been content to keep going. But there was that corpse….he contemplated just driving past it, but in the end, curiosity won over and he pulled aside, heavy steps indicating very well where he was going as he kicked and poked at it.

Come to think of it, he was kinda hungry. Didn’t kangaroo make a pretty good steak? How long had this thing been dead, anyway? Roadhog sighed, looking around to make sure there’d be no interlopers before actually lifting up his mask to dig in.

Tasty.

There’s ice in your veins as you hear the engine get cut, chest getting tight as you hear someone mess with the carcass. There’s a tell-tale squelch of consumed flesh, and you’re praying that’s enough to sate whoever stopped, praying they won’t stick around for dessert.

You halt your burying to avoid detection, breathing slow and steady.

#rp:business negotiations

ridethefire

Business Negatiations

canidkinq-blog

ridethefire:

It wasn’t really much of a secret that the little shithead named ‘Junkrat’ had landed a big score. It was also not a secret that there was a huge bounty on his head as a result, a bounty that Roadhog wouldn’t mind scoring. And that is where he was, roaming the wasteland on his motorcycle, looking for any signs of this little shithead with a big prize to score. The engine roar wasn’t exactly anyone’s idea of ‘subtle’, but…well, he wasn’t a subtle kind of guy to begin with.

Time to catch a Rat.

@canidkinq

You’re running for your damn life, scampering over rocks, felled trees, and rubble, sometimes dropping on all fours to keep from losing momentum.

About forty minutes into your escape from the last motherfuckers that tried to bag you, mouth dripping blood from where a tooth has been pulled to attempt to extract information from you, as you slow down to take a break.

The distant roar of an engine, however, makes your blood run cold as you scrabble over a broken piece of asphalt. A kangaroo’s corpse is spotted, and you make a beeline for it, to heft it out of its ditch and drag it by the road before whoever’s about to get over the hill.

Diving back down into the dirt, you make haste to start pulling soil and gravel onto you as fast as possible to keep hidden if your pursuer comes to investigate the kangaroo.

#rp:business negotiations #ridethefire

pigdemonart

I got this ask like a million years ago and saved it. Did some quicky doodles before heading out to school! Anyways, it’s a a giant giggling piggy psychopath and his quiet sadist rat bodyguard. Woo.

#[;&&IT'S ME!!]#[;&&ROADIE!!]

rexisky

Tree of Life (100 x 100cm, Acrylic on Canvas) by Eduardo Rodriguez Calzado

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j5rson

#art #abstract #abstrait #abstrakt #modern #conceptual #contemporary #iphone #j5rson #digital #mobileartistry #icolorama

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scarydragonbitch-a

PSA -

VILLAINS ARE VILLAINS.

Villains are not a precious little punching bag that’s going to stand there and take your shit and be sassy with their hand on their hip. If you mess with the bull you get the horns – if you push a villain, you will get the wrath of a villain. If your character is rude/disrespectful to a villain, especially one in a high place of power, and the villain lashes out (whether it be verbally or physically) –

THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UPSET ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN?

Don’t write with villain/cruel/evil characters if you can’t deal with a villain/cruel/evil character being less than nice to your precious cinnamon roll of a character. Surprise! That’s not how this works! If the villain suddenly kills your character without having spoken to you first, then you have absolutely every right to be mad. But if your character receives a verbal lashing or non-lethal physical response that is in character for the villain to give, then you need to deal with it.

I’m also sick of this sense of prerogative way of thinking certain characters hold when it comes to villains. This mindset of, ‘oh this person is evil, bUT OBVIOUSLY THEY’LL LOVE ME AND I’LL BE THEIR SPECIAL SOMEONE THEY WON’T HATE ME OR TRY AND KILL ME.“ NO. STOP THAT. You cannot go into interactions with villains expecting them to absolutely fall in love with your character/be best friends with them. This is why it’s most times excruciatingly difficult to ship/bro-ship with villains. And even if this does happen, you should expect a villain to still be aggressive and/or rude from time to time.

A VILLAIN DOES NOT STOP BEING A VILLAIN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

I’ve written villains for a long time now, and one thing has been made perfectly clear – you will get shit for writing your character too IC and you will get shit for writing your character too OOC. You will be fucking cursed out for your character being aggressive to those who are rude to them, and you will be blasted for writing them being nice even just from time to time. So fellow villain writers – just let your villain flag fly. Don’t fucking listen to people who try and give you shit either way for your portrayal. To those who do not write villains – respect them. Just because your character is sassy and spunky, doesn’t automatically give them the right to try and be disrespectful to someone who is most likely superior to them.

TL;DR IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN. IF YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH SOMEONE BEING CRUEL TO YOUR MUSE, DON’T WRITE WITH VILLAINS.

#;ooc #V IMPORTANT

like for a starter, tbh

cap at 6

#Feral speaks

@curiousliltrashstash liked for a starter.

Creeping forwards on two hands and one knee, you drag yourself forward. Both eyes are locked on the little burrow you saw a tail slip into, and the minute you’re within reach, you’re jamming your good hand into the hole.

The rattle of a rattlesnake is yanked out, snake in tow as you slam the fucker against the rocks with raw power, never once giving it time to recover as you whip its body against rock after rock to kill it. When you see a lot of its skull split open, you drop it to let it writhe around with death throes before you get up to dust yourself off.

“”Yer gonna be dinn’ah, snake-y!”

#rp #curiousliltrashstash