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independent, selective, mutuals and 18+ only rp blog. ROADHOG ( aka mako rutledge ) of the OVERWATCH universe. as hooked by ODDITY ( he/him, 21+, gmt+8 ). will include verses for other series.
* IMPORTANT. view this carrd prior to interaction !
#AMPLIFYING. looks like that apple a day thing didn't work out for you!
independent, selective, mutuals only and 18+ only BAPTISTE (aka. jean-baptiste augustin) from the OVERWATCH universe. as healed by ODDITY (he/him, 21+, gmt+8). please read pinned prior to interaction.
#AMPLIFYING. looks like that apple a day thing didn't work out for you!
independent, selective, mutuals only and 18+ only BAPTISTE (aka. jean-baptiste augustin) from the overwatch universe. as healed by ODDITY (he/him, 21+, gmt+8). please read pinned prior to interaction.
independent, selective, mutuals and 18+ only rp blog. BAPTISTE ( aka jean-baptiste augustin ) of the OVERWATCH universe. as healed by ODDITY ( he/him, 21+, gmt+8 ). will include verses for other series. * IMPORTANT. view this carrd prior to interaction !
almost three months later, here i pose, no but seriously sorry y'all LMFAO a lot has happened these past few months and like. some good, some bad, but on the UPSIDE of things, i got out of my shitty job, got another BETTER job and got my acceptance letter to reenter university. hell yeah hell yeah hell y
u kno what. might just remake my baptiste blog
almost three months later, here i pose, no but seriously sorry y'all LMFAO a lot has happened these past few months and like. some good, some bad, but on the UPSIDE of things, i got out of my shitty job, got another BETTER job and got my acceptance letter to reenter university. hell yeah hell yeah hell y
sorry for the radio silence on my end, work has been kicking my ass! sadly yeehaws!
reminded of my omnic oc YEEEEARS ago, magi, also known as mag1140!!!! they vaguely resemble, in a kind of robotic fashion, the monarcha magicaria moth, due to the self-improving algorithm of their (now destroyed) omnium. here’s a brief spurt on the omnium they were born from:
An omnium was secretly secured, isolated in both communication and location, in the Amazon forest; Ecuador. Its manufacturing begun close towards the period of inactivation of prominent omniums, shortly after the first claims of fraud against Omnica. A enigmatic group of Omnica employees banded together with the intent of continuing their projects, primarily due to the personal gain reaped from omnic utilisation and not wanting to let go of something that had been a source of such significant financial stability in their lives.
Due to the omnium’s security protocols detecting movements and objects that were harmless ecosystem inhabitants and having to filter that away from hostile beings (predominantly humans), the structure secured massive intel upon the natural, surrounding wildlife, including life patterns, bodily structures, behavioural patterns, eating patterns, and more. After its creators made the active decision to sever its communication ties from other omniums in order to protect its existence, the omnium did what seemed logical to its self-improving algorithm; it began evolving in its own way, separate and unique, based on what information it had.
The cowboy knocks on the large man’s door, dressed up as a demon hunter ( not much has changed about his taste, the hat and spurs betray his identity ). He’s bearing a pumpkin-shaped plastic bucket, with only a few candy at the bottom of it. He grins mischievously before saying “ Trick or treat, big guy. Gimme candy or prepare for yeehawnt. ”
* HALLOWEEN !
❝ Huh. ❞
However curt, there was confusion woven into that single word. His gaze, however veiled, slid up and down Cole's garb.
Roadhog just thought it might've been someone's birthday, with the amount of candy- and lolly-filled buckets scattered about. He hadn't realised that Halloween was upon them. Not until now, that is. Like pieces of a jigsaw clicking together.
Halloween had never been big, back in Australia. There were bursts of celebrations scattered throughout the nation, but those were feeble in comparison to the sheer vigour of America's revelry. Though he didn't appear even remotely excited, his head twisted around. Just when he thought he might not have anything nice to give—
❝ Here. ❞
He handed over a long bar of chocolate. Golden wrapper, one that he coveted deeply since being here, in America. Apparently had to be imported, since it wasn't readily available in this land.
❝ A crunchie. ❞
roadhog if he ends up, for whatever reason, at ovw hq: the medical team: it looks like you've sustained considerable physical trauma, primarily in a radiation sense and— roadhog: i'm abt to give u head trauma if u don't stfu the medical team just trying to do their jobs:
reminded of my omnic oc YEEEEARS ago, magi, also known as mag1140!!!! they vaguely resemble, in a kind of robotic fashion, the monarcha magicaria moth, due to the self-improving algorithm of their (now destroyed) omnium. here’s a brief spurt on the omnium they were born from:
An omnium was secretly secured, isolated in both communication and location, in the Amazon forest; Ecuador. Its manufacturing begun close towards the period of inactivation of prominent omniums, shortly after the first claims of fraud against Omnica. A enigmatic group of Omnica employees banded together with the intent of continuing their projects, primarily due to the personal gain reaped from omnic utilisation and not wanting to let go of something that had been a source of such significant financial stability in their lives.
Due to the omnium’s security protocols detecting movements and objects that were harmless ecosystem inhabitants and having to filter that away from hostile beings (predominantly humans), the structure secured massive intel upon the natural, surrounding wildlife, including life patterns, bodily structures, behavioural patterns, eating patterns, and more. After its creators made the active decision to sever its communication ties from other omniums in order to protect its existence, the omnium did what seemed logical to its self-improving algorithm; it began evolving in its own way, separate and unique, based on what information it had.
so !!! since i’ve got a long weekend ( thank god ) i just thought i’d put some feelers out: consider this a plotting call! <3 if you’re interested in plotting give this bad boy of a post a like!
❛ are you always this straightforward with strangers ? ❜
* ― 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.
❝ Yuh. ❞
A single word, huffed out, spoke a thousand more. Roadhog didn’t see the need to elaborate; he was a man of stout vocabulary, though his tongue was curt.
Roadhog had seen this man before. Not in any semblance of a real-life exchange—no, this was the first time they’d exchanged words, let alone paths. Indeed, being steeped deep and brewing in the criminal underworld made it easy to overhear conspiracies, oversee faces plastered upon walls. Roadhog knew the man before was the same man he’d seen some months earlier, clung to a wall, with a considerable sum of money loomed overhead. He couldn't, for the life of him, remember the name scrawled upon the parchment. Regardless, he must’ve either done something drastic or pissed off the wrong people.
In spite of the translucent, glassy veils, his gaze lunged forth with all the sharpness of a whetted blade. Truth be told, it was generally how Roadhog looked; but to those unacquainted, it might seem like he was ready to dip a knife deep into their squishy innards. Similarly did silence bespeak a simple, though baleful phrase.
Don’t make me ask again.
🐝 * ― 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ( random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )
❛ i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life. ❜ ❛ umm, is this seat taken ? ❜ ❛ don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe. ❜ ❛ my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home. ❜ ❛ i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to. ❜ ❛ can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ? ❜ ❛ are you always this straightforward with strangers ? ❜ ❛ here, i noticed you lost this earlier. ❜ ❛ i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else. ❜ ❛ so, what brings you here today ? ❜ ❛ hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you. ❜ ❛ you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ? ❜ ❛ can’t you watch where you are going ?! ❜ ❛ i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now. ❜ ❛ oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ? ❜ ❛ here, let me help you. ❜ ❛ is there a reasons you’re here on your own ? ❜ ❛ apparently we’re going to be working on this together now. ❜ ❛ you look like you could use a hand with that. ❜ ❛ what do people around here do to have some fun ? ❜ ❛ looks like this will take a while, huh ? ❜ ❛ oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself. ❜ ❛ excuse me, i think i’m lost. ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit. ❜ ❛ do you come here often ? ❜ ❛ do you mind if i join you for a bit ? ❜ ❛ you looked lonely so i got you a drink. ❜ ❛ i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name]. ❜ ❛ what the hell just happened there ? ❜ ❛ have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it. ❜ ❛ can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here. ❜ ❛ seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together. ❜ ❛ come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent. ❜ ❛ i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright. ❜ ❛ i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ? ❜ ❛ you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ? ❜ ❛ we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ? ❜ ❛ i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it. ❜ ❛ i think our orders may have gotten mixed up. ❜ ❛ do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ? ❜
HEADCANON. gender.
mako rutledge. unbeknownst to most, this isn’t the name he was bestowed upon birth. indeed, that name has long since been lost to the hot, dusty wind, never to return to his lips.
mako came to slow, steady conclusion that he was transgender in his late teenage years. aside from the occasional outing to the town heart, mako would spend majority of his time either on the farm or on the internet. the internet speeds were pitiful, due to their geographical isolation, but it worked well enough for mako to access most sites, even if they were as slow as a snail. he was patient. he had to be.
it was through the internet that he was exposed to the idea of transgender even being a thing. that it was something he could pursue. while initially uncertain, perhaps even resentful of those who’d happily transitioned, mako came to terms with his own connection to the identity and concept entirely. he gradually changed his alias online, dropping former accounts in favour of new usernames and a different email.
donning the name mako, it served as homage to his mother and her māori heritage. while his father struggled with his child’s revelation, his mother was swift to accept her now son with open arms. after many discussions, his mother drove him from central northern territory to the city of darwin repeatedly, for his initial consultations and appointments to acquire access to hormonal therapy. each trip took almost fifteen hours. they were long, tedious, but as soon as mako’s eyes laid upon the sprawling urban landscape of darwin ... his heart would stutter with excitement. once they’d secured an endocrinologist’s approval, their local family GP was given the go-ahead to continue hormonal treatment.
he’s comfortable in his body nowadays.
me: doesn’t draw for a solid two+ months me: anyway. roadhog time
indefetabagel.
from his spot at the other end of the room, junkrat offers a slight hum, acknowledging the other man’s presence but refusing to tear his eyes away from the pile of forgotten scrap he’s currently hunched over—hands desperately looking through it for something useful. “ tryin’ to fix the fan. ‘cause if you hadn’t noticed, m’ sweating buckets over here, mate. ” the ceiling fan in question, now rusted, turns slowly above his head, producing a faint squeak with every revolution in a pitiful attempt to move the heavy, dust-filled air throughout the once-dilapidated farmhouse. it had seemed like the perfect place to lay low for a while and seek refuge from the sun’s scorching gaze, but even with the shade, junkrat couldn’t handle the humidity that permeated the air, draining the usually abundant amount of energy from him. air wasn’t meant to hold this much water. it just wasn’t natural. “ need a screw, or two. maybe some oil. ” still preoccupied with his search, junkrat keeps on talking—making a verbal list of all the things that were broken. yet at the back of his mind, he knows roadhog is likely suffering just as bad as him, if not worse, but he needs something to keep his mind off the sweltering summer heat as it seeps in through his soot-stained skin and settles deep within his bones.
Junkrat was a talkative individual by nature. Who knew if prior to his copious exposure to radiation if he was more reserved, less prone to myriads of syllables cascading from thin lips—not like that line of thought helped nor soothed Roadhog’s annoyance with him. Junkrat repeatedly stroked that sharp, prickly sense of anger like an unheeding child unto a rabid dog, either oblivious or unconcerned about the prospect of having teeth hook around his throat.
The summer heat was sure to spur him faster towards Junkrat’s jugular.
Roadhog grunted loudly and through clenched teeth. A large hand dragged down the side of his face, pulling at skin marred and melted and made stiff by injury. He’d found himself fond of his leatherbound mask, made to crudely resemble that of a pig, but it was far too hot to consider having leather even remotely near his body.
❝ Shut up. ❞
He stood up. It felt like his skin peeled off the chair he’d sought respite against.
❝ For once in your life. ❞
A beat of a pause floated betwixt them, as thick as the humid air threatening to choke them out. His gaze flickered about. It landed on the old hammer that wasn’t too far from Junkrat’s heels. He shambled over and plucked it ( though, perhaps snatch was a better apt word here, as he grumbled something indistinct but undoubtedly agitated ) from the dusty, grime-laden flooring and beelined back towards the crudely pieced piece of furniture. The cushions had long since lost their oomph, pitiful and flat, and the legs and arms had been patched with uneven, unmatching metal. A thin, itchy blanket was draped over the seat itself, concealing much of the handiwork.
With his back to the other, he started to fiddle. A screwdriver would’ve made this feat tenfold faster, but he had to make do.
Roadhog cast his hand behind him. A rattle, a clatter. One screw rolled towards the other.
