Roahog Hero Profile from the Overwatch Visual Source Book.
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@roadr8ge
Roahog Hero Profile from the Overwatch Visual Source Book.
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Gunshots rang as Jesse watched Jamison fall to the floor. He has his loyal peacekeeper in his hand–It was dual action for a reason, and he had managed to land four of his fan the hammer shots. His clothes and hands now stained with rouge as he watched Jamison twitch on the ground. Jesse took a long draft from his cigarillo as he looked at the presumably dead criminal and back at the wanted poster.
“Somebody had oughta do it, might as well’ve been me, street rat.”
A large shadow appeared over the bounty hunter, the smell of rusted metal and burnt rubber outranked the smell of the smoke from his cigar. Behind him stood a large imposing figure that resembled a man, but looked more like a monster. His mask displayed no emotion, but he could tell it was staring at the corpse of the criminal that now lay still upon the floor. It would be surprising to anyone to find out how silent this man had been that even the experienced McCree could not hear him approach.
It was his acomplice, Roadhog.
Immediately, he grabbed McCree’s gun hand and twisted it, hoping to break it like a twig while his other hand immediately began moving towards his neck.
“H o w d a r e y o u.”
@ Blizzard
LET ROADHOG WEAR CUTE DRESSES??
Mama’s gonna keep you right here under her wing. She won’t let you fly, but she might let you sing.
a sideblog for Ana Amari written by Lexie
Could you reblog this if you’re an Overwatch RP blog?
I’ve taken to notice that I enjoy roleplaying what I consider DAD characters.
Well, no. Make that DAD’S WHO HAVE LOST THEIR CHILDREN characters.
Man I have particular tastes.
guys I ship it aaa omg
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yeah.
the mun's interpretation
♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?
♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?
✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?
♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?
☯ Is your muse liked or disliked by fandom? Does this affect your portrayal?
♢ What's your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?
✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?
✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?
✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?
✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?
❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.
I wanna roleplay a scenerio where Roadhog and Junkrat join Overwatch coz junkrat be like
‘hey these guys doin illegal shit AND being called heroes can we get in on that?’
and roadhog’s totally thinking it’s a great oppertunity to have some place to hide out from the cops so they gonna try it
I wanna roleplay a scenerio where Roadhog and Junkrat join Overwatch coz junkrat be like
‘hey these guys doin illegal shit AND being called heroes can we get in on that?’
and roadhog’s totally thinking it’s a great oppertunity to have some place to hide out from the cops so they gonna try it
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hi im back sorta
gonna be working on icons
here’s an example.
found a nice file for sfm use yay
The end of this week shall be when I return.
I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long.
Once again, sorry for the disappearence folks. College has got my ass working hard, so I’ll probably be replying and such in a week or so. Until then.
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REPOST (don’t reblog!) this & tag ten people you want to get to know better. Tagging: @infinite-xerath , @explodie , @junkcr
Nicknames: Zeppy Birthday: September 8th ‘96 Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Pansexual (Leans towards Feminine People) Time and date at current moment: 8:16 PM. 25 May 2016 Average hours of sleep: No idea. All over the place. Lucky number: 7 Last thing I Googled: jacksepticeye First word that comes to mind: Harem One place that makes me happy: My room How many blankets I sleep under: One or more Favorite Book: Dragonlance Series Favorite Anime: Gurren Lagann Favorite TV show: Steven Universe Favorite beverage: Caramel Milkshake Favorite food: Mashed Potato Last movie I’ve seen in cinemas: Star Wars 7 Dream holiday: Spending Christmas anywhere that it snows. Dream wedding: Not sure if I wanna be married, but if I was probably a private one that doesn’t cost heaps. Dream job: Lead Animator/Story Writer/Director of my own show. Favorite color: Indigo
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Looking down upon the lady, Roadhog in all his glory was scratching his chin. He smelled rather foul, especially of alcohol, as he took a moment to think about this angelic armored stranger.
“Where’d you get all that sweet gear, lady?”
“I worked with Winston, among others, to develop it! It took some time. But it certainly works! And where did you manage to track down that hook of yours?”
“Made it from some spare parts from the rubble that remained of my garage.”
He stated, a small, gruff snicker coming from behind his mask.
“Ain’t as pretty as your stuff, but it gets the job done, as does the rest of my equipment.”
Man everyone’s just playing Overwatch and I’m just sitting here.
At college.
Bored as hell.
With so many assignments to finish.
Jesus Christ I’m envious.
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“I’m not scared…I’m just…very worried…”Mei bit the inside of her cheek to prevent any further words to come out of her mouth.
“You sureeeee?”
Roadhog, sitting nearby, leaned in a bit close, mocking her rather amusing emotions.
“I’m pretty sure I’d be scared sitting next to a big, powerful, and wanted criminal, sheila.”
Staring at the criminals’ mask, Mei glared at his mocking tone. She could not tell if he was merely teasing her or threatening her. Junkrat’s bodyguard was an enigma in himself.
On instinct, Mei leaned back just as he leaned in close to talk to her, “I am not scared.” If they were to work together, she would have to get over being so easily intimidated by others, especially wanted criminals, “I’m concerned that Junkrat may go a little trigger happy and destroy the payload.” Her eyes drifted downwards to her lap, but stopped when she saw his stomach tattoo.
If there was one thing Mei could not take her eyes off of, it was that ridiculous piggy tattoo. Sure, she would stare at his mask, but that damn piggy tattoo was to adorable not to look at.
It had to, unfortunately, belong on the skin of a wanted criminal who would most likely have her roasted if she commented on how cute it was.
“Well… that’d be a sight to see.”
Roadhog snorted at the very thought of such an explosion.
“Knowing my partner, I wouldn’t be surprised. But I ain’t the one to tell my mate off, sheila. You got a problem with him, take it up with him.”
He then noticed how low her eyes went, and widened his behind his mask in disbelief. No, wait, she wasn’t staring THAT low. Must be his tattoos.
“So… which one you got ya eyes on?”
He asked, tilting his head slightly as he held himself up by pushing against his knees as he sat there, leaning forward. He gestured to the tattoo collection on his belly, to notify her on what he was talking about.
It was only typical that those brutes were so friendly with each other. Anyone with eyes could tell that they spoke of each other as if they were brothers. Mei highly doubted that any of her complains would be taken in well with the bigger of the two.
Suddenly, the outlaw leaned forward and tilted his chest forward, showing more of that ridiculous piggy tattoo on his belly button.
Mei desperately fought to stare at the adorable pig. Turning her gaze away she merely commented, “I’m quite shocked that you do not have any Japanese or Chinese symbols on you. Isn’t that the typical tattoo most men get?”
“...Asian tats are boring.”
Roadhog said quite sternly, crossing his arms over his large belly.
“Why do I gotta get a symbol on my body that’s in a language I don’t speak in. So I can use it as a topic o’ conversation?”
It was obvious this was a surprisingly passionate subject to the large man.
“I don’t need some weird vague symbol that means something philosophical or relevant to what I think. If I want a symbol that makes me feel powerful, I get a tat of a sword, not some Asian letter or word that’d take time explainin’. I want a tattoo of something? I get exactly that, not some squiggly lines that are in a language I don’t speak. I mean, if I saw some bloke that ain’t white with some whacky symbols across their body I wouldn’t complain coz that’s their shit. Their language. To them, that craps normal. Trying to mark yourself with something weird just because it isn’t ‘normal’ is just plain stupid. It doesn’t make you unique. It just makes you look dumb.”