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hey guys i promise im still here but this is exams week and i can’t do anything but study aaaa

at least after that, it’ll be winter break and ill be here a lot [’:

[bbdanbb]

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vasvvani:

“The ones used to ruin uncultured swine’s lives”.

    OINK OINK.

It’s obvious he took ‘ swine ‘ as a compliment (and he was anything except uncultured in the past). He already stated his annoyance and had nothing more to say, unless she wanted things to take a turn for the violent.

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Is overwatch ocs ok? Just makin sure !

OOC: ya fam gimme all the OCs !!

[zxid]

I don’t think I seen all their wanted poster together before so, here we have it.

[julianbashir]

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roadhog, probably: everyone is so annoying--i just want to get paid.

me, playing roadhog: I MUST PROTECT EVERYONE WITH MY OWN FLESH AND HOOK

[wachtelspinat]

ugly stress-relief scribble + The Darkness - I Believe In A Thing Called Love = all is GOOD

:’‘/

[ztpx]

Has this been done yet

(excuse the quality and PLEASE UNMUTE that’s kind of the point here)

EDIT: I’m a dumb idiot and hadn’t realized this is so fuckin’ LOUD so here’s a warning to unmute with caution!

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filthyferal // ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀʏʜᴇᴍ

@filthyferal​

There was a handsome bounty on Jamison Fawkes not-so-handsome head. The Junker enforcer was out to get it by any means necessary, though having to keep the man alive put a damper in it all. At least they didn’t say anything about using force. If the prize was as grand as promised, this would be well worth the extra effort.

When Roadhog caught a hint towards the rat’s location ( an explosion on the east side of Junkertown, discrete as always ), so did a dozen of other equally bloodthirsty Junkers. Good thing few of them had a ride like he did.

There was the satisfying squeal of tires grinding to a halt on the pavement announcing Roadhog’s arrival to the scene. Despite his speed, he wasn’t the first there--three others surrounded the crumbled heap that was Junkrat’s body. A mess--even by Junkertown standards. There was fresh soot, blood, and bodies sprinkled across the place. Looks like he didn’t go down without a messy, explosive fight, but that didn’t mean much when he still lost in the end.

Being an enforcer didn’t mean anyone was exempt from his brutality, especially when they were between him and a fortune, so Roadhog made quick work of the remaining Junkers. A hook here. A punch there. A shot here and here and here--and they were all down in minutes. To say Roadhog was impatient to cash in was an understatement.

For better or for worse, his attention was now on his bruised and bloodied target. He was still alive (but hardly living), which worked out well for Roadhog.

“C’mere.” Roadhog demanded, leaning forward to grab Junkrat’s arm--

                                    --an arm that wasn’t attached to a body.

The arm flopped uselessly in Roadhog’s grasp, before he realized what he was holding. Muttering a curse under his breath, he tossed the arm almost as quickly as he picked it up. Complications like these were always greatly upsetting to him. Though he should have been more careful with a bleeding man, Roadhog roughly tossed him over his shoulder. “You’re not dying until I get paid.”

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how big is the pole down under?

You know what they say about those with large hands--               --...they can hold 33 Pachimari plushies if they tried.

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how do you feel about being topped in bed?

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are you a spitter? a quitter???

     Lesson one: Roadhog never quits.

     Even when you think it’s over.

            ( Never. )

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Do you like Australian kisses?

      There is a muffled, sloppy slurp beneath the mask.

                 ( You can almost hear the smile on his face. )

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other r.oadhog rpers: j.unkrats will THROW themselves at u man

me: (with leggy up) WHERE ARE THEY

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( ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ. ) Mako’s culture & past

Mako was deeply invested in his culture, his land, and his family. I do headcanon (though, let’s face it, it is all but explicitly said that) Roadhog is of New Zealand Māori inheritance. Though he is undeniably a different man now, he still remembers the music and dances, and you might even catch him singing a tune under his mask. If you are to become unexpectedly close to him, he will even use Māori words without thinking about it, but it requires a lot of trust and for his guard to be put down entirely. These are the few remnants of Mako left in Roadhog and will only be revealed to those he becomes very close to.

A bit about the past... due to a variety of circumstances, Mako had no children of his own, but he was surrounded by the children of his friends and family. He has a tender spot for them, and while his homicidal streak is well known, not one of his victims were children... though, he may have kidnapped one or two and maybe stolen from them on occasion (they’re easy targets!!)

I hope to explore all of these aspects through roleplay some time. 0:

     (Let’s have a dance-centered roleplay omg.)

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frigidnotes:

❄ –   “– I..M..M..M– Road– I” 

Stunned. Good job, Mako! You flustered Mei! While that isn’t an incredible feat, considering ANYTHING  can fluster her, you managed to give her a brief mental  image of what you meant! Congratulations.  The scientist stammers and is unable to piece together  a rebuttal other than averting her gaze. 

This was too easy ( and entertaining ). He could do this all day.

     “ Hog got your tongue? ”

If she listened very, very closely, she might hear the sound of a wet slobber under the mask... followed by more chuckling.