Solta o som!!

Roleplay account for Lúcio Correia Dos Santos from Overwatch. Please read the ABOUT and RULES pages before interacting!

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Junkrat sat still until Lúcio had finished wiping his face and using his sonic amplifier. Even he had to admit–sometimes it was nice having someone show care toward him. Finally, after the DJ had moved away and he’d avoided sneezing on him, he pulled an arm to his face and wiped. The leftover blood smeared across his upper lip, though the bleeding had stopped.

Lúcio was too nice for his own good.

Jamison turned his eyes back to the DJ and watched him, unsuccessfully, attempt to wipe the blood from his hands. Jamie contemplated for a few seconds on Lúcio’s last words before reaching forward. “I’d say the same for ya but I’m gonna assert m'self and say it anyway. Wipe my blood off on somethin’ that’ll wipe it off.” He tugged Lúcio’s hands to his shorts, his voice lowering. “You’re going to give me an aneurysm tryin’ to wipe it off on your metal armor,” he teased.

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Lúcio blinked a few times, his hand twitching when Jamison guided it away from it’s automatic task. At this point, he should honestly be above thinking like this, but it still felt odd how they shared these calm moments when either where prone to silence and understanding without clear words. Though that certainly made Junkrat more... interesting to him. 

“Sorry man. Force of the habit, I guess. I’m still getting used to wearing these things...” Looking up at the younger man, he waited after being teased and his hands partially cleaned of most of the junker’s blood before holding his hands, all to get his attention faster, with a wide smile, ready to tease him back. “Heheh... I didn’t think you were the kind who’d stress out over a little bit of blood though!”

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//I was supposed to write replies but I got distracted by the team mom

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( LÚCIO BR ? AEHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)

//TU ME CONHECE JÁ MONAMOUR

[viktormaru]

headcanon: lúcio keeps saying poorly translated brazilian expressions (and memes) in english every day. Examples:

Go with god

In husband and wife’s fight no one puts a spoon

In a closed mouth doesn’t enter a fly

You done yet Jessica

Send me a ( // ) To see a sketch of what I think our characters would look like fused.

[soltaabatida-blog]

Independent Lúcio Correia dos Santos roleplay account

➡ Mun has been roleplaying for 5 years ➡ Roleplays in English and Brazilian Portuguese  ➡ Based on all canon information released in and out of the game. ➡ OC friendly (though drawing a line at non-canon relatives). ➡ Multiverse and AU friendly ➡ NSFW and Trigger material properly tagged. ➡ Open to para, graphic based and mostly any style of RP. ➡ Friendly mun, always open for plotting or simply chatting.

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

Junkrat at first struggled against Lúcio’s attempts to sit him up and look at his face. “Naw, naw, I’m good, I’m good Lúcio, pal.” His voice was muffled by his hand as he tried to pull away, his good hand coming up to his face. He began dabbing his palm against his face, only succeeding in making the mess look worse than it was–blood was smearing across his chin and left cheek now.

Inbetween dabbing at his face, both of his hands gently slapped at Lúcio’s. A million thoughts rushed through his head at once. He felt like a fool, bleeding all over himself and the dirt and even the DJ. Great first impressions, he chastised himself.

Finally, however despite his struggling and such, Lúcio managed to get his hands on his face and that froze him in his spot. He was forced to look down at Lúcio, an invisible heat rising into his bloodied cheeks. “I-it’s jus’ a bloody nose, mate, I’m fine.” He huffed and turned his eyes away, though by this point he was significantly more relaxed under Lúcio’s care. Whether that was by his own force or a natural response was left unclear. He let his hands fall behind him into the dirt, sinking under the warm top layer of soil to the cooler, harder sand.

Slowly but surely, the bleeding stopped. Jamison sneezed twice, trying his best to turn away from Lúcio when he did.

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His instincts spoke louder, so much he hardly noticed how close they were at first. Lúcio was more worried with making the bleeding stop than having his gloves and shirt stained by it. Perhaps it was something he witnessed so often he barely cared at this point. But he did care about his friend’s (could he already call Junkrat a friend? It felt natural to do so, for some reason) well being.

Lúcio only showed some reaction when he noticed Jamison avoid eye contact, his cheeks getting red like the blood on his nose. Ignoring the messy situation, this was sort of... cute? Adorable? Kind of weird? Feeling his own face heat up, the DJ made sure the other man was fine before letting go, grinning and moving both hands back to the sonic amplifier to turn it off completely.

“Well, you’re fine now! No need to get so embarrassed about it, man.” He shrugged, chuckling as he tried to clean the blood off his hands on the leg armor he still wore, an almost automatic gesture even though it seemed useless. “I ain’t gonna tell you to be more careful, you know.” He muttered to himself, not sure if he should say it after all. Mercy would expect them to take care, but he knew he couldn’t change others like that.

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//I’m thinking about making a Torbjörn RP account... I wonder if anyone would be interested in interacting with that grumpy old man, though

[manoranxmal]

You snort at him, but not in amusement. It’s a real effort to keep from telling him to fuck off for telling you to be quiet. You’ll do whatever you damn well please, but, unfortunately, you have an agenda in mind.

A heavy breath is taken, but that’s because your lungs are bad.

“L e t ‘ s …   L e t ‘ s   b e   f r i e n d s .” May whatever gods there are be damned if you aren’t making an effort. At least just long enough to see if anything changes after, say, a month? Maybe two, if you’re feeling restrained. “I   w a n t   t o   b e   f r i e n d s .” Large, calloused hands are wrung together with a very mild uncertainty– like a dog trying to be cute, in the hopes that it’ll be rewarded with something tasty.

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The young man’s smile vanished for a minute, leaving him without any real reaction. This wasn’t a bad situation but Lúcio wasn’t sure if it was a good one either. The surprise itself stopped him from considering further as he tried to recompose himself quickly, a hand behind his neck as he smiled once more.

“S... Sure! Yeah, we can be friends, man! Of course!” He still seemed confused even after agreeing, ‘of course’. Lúcio had no idea what that meant to the junker, but something in the back of his mind reminded him to be careful with what he said and what he did next.

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I took you by the hand, and we stood tall. And remembered our own land what we lived for.

[Independent OC for Lúcio Correia dos Santos played by badbatt3rs]

∞ 8+ years of roleplay experience, 5+ tumblr roleplay experience

∞ Mun/Muse 18+ and NSFW friendly {Smut/gore/etc.}

∞ Second person pov; all forms of roleplay excluding script-style

∞ Does not participate in “Crack” roleplay; all interactions and communications are considered canon and serious

∞ Semi-selective with both canon characters and OCs.

∞ Skype friendly; obtainable on request of mutuals

∞ Multishippe friendly, so long as there’s chemistry or reason; all shippes in separate verses unless otherwise stated.

∞ Au and multi-fandom friendly within reason.

∞ Will only be obliged to match a minimum of a quarter to half of your post

∞ Any and all art by me will be tagged with #Feral draws, otherwise no art is mine

               ( Image credit: x || promo made by myself )

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Junkrat smiled proudly as Lúcio took interest in the contraption. That was a fairly new experience, and by this point he’d just accepted that most people didn’t really… take interest in him. Or his creations. Still, the careful nature that Lúcio held when looking at the lunker was… off-putting. Just touch it! he kept thinking. He knocked a foot against it again, grinning. “It ain’t a baby, y’can kick it aroun’ if you want. Ain’t got nothin’ in it right yet.”

Lúcio’s compliments, however, threw him off. Pretty cool? That was new. He let a loud, higher pitched giggle erupt from him as he clapped his hands to his thighs. “Yer exactly right! What can’t I turn into a bomb!” He began to toss his arms up in a flourish, his legs coming toward him in order to swing once more over Lúcio so he could kneel down beside him, but he miscalculated. “Hell yeah they’re pre– wh-whoa fu–!”

He landed behind the rock with a loud, dusty thud. The sand clouded up around him before landing over his bare chest and face, his legs up in the air still on the rock, torso half twisted with a his good arm under him in the dirt. He brought his prosthetic hand to his face quickly, blood beginning to first dribble then splatter down into the dirt, as well as on a much smaller rock that he’d banged his face against. Guess that excitement had been building up for too long, then.

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The DJ was about to ask something regarding the machine, something he soon forgot when he saw the other man’s body bend and move back as he met the ground, face first. And it all sounded as painful as it looked, making Lúcio almost jump as he moved close to Junkrat.

“Woah man, are you alright? Damn, look at that...” Helping the junker up, Lúcio squinted his eyes at the blood poring out. It wasn’t anything as bad as what they both had seen in missions, honestly this wasn’t even worth any kind of worry from the healer. But given how sudden this was, and in a middle of such a casual moment, he wasn’t ready to deal with someone falling like a fool and bleeding from their nose.

He held Jamison’s face between his hands, taking a good look at the damage before gently moving his head back. “Stay like this for a sec, okay?” Thankfully he always had his sonic amplifier with him, using it to take care of the wounds he could see. The healing was slower than what Mercy or Zenyatta could do, but he could take care of this quickly enough.

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                         ——–a fantastic way to kill some time.

art cred (x)

[quickdrawmccree-blog]

“I’m the quick;

You’re the dead.”

Independent and Selective McCree

Mun and Muse are 18+

Semi-Private

Multi-Verse Multi-Ship, Crossover and OC-friendly.

8+ Years Roleplay experience.

All Formats, Multi-Para preferred.

Please read rules before interaction.

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//I’m so amused by Lúcio being confused by junkers,,,,

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   Gabriel Reyes had always been one to detach from the main group if a mission seemed to be going south. It had been wired into him that the objective was top priority, and as he always said— he would do this alone if he had to. Of course, it was a trait of his that was applauded until suddenly he wasn’t friendly enough to be a public figure. Reaper was no different. Now forced to interact with a group that hardly wanted anything to do with him and everything was mutually felt tenfold, it wasn’t a surprise that he had taken off again. 

   He wasn’t about to declare that it had been a bad idea, he managed to reach farther than the team had, but it hadn’t been the brightest. A few stray bullets had managed to find their mark in his calf and his upper, left shoulder, making things more difficult than they had to be. His sprint resembled hobbling more than anything. He needed time he didn’t have, his body would stitch together the wounds on its own in due time, but not at the speed that was needed at the moment. 

   The wraith ducked for cover when a new spray of bullets found their way to him, and he growled out his aggravations. When Lúcio found him, it came to no surprise to Reaper. He could hear the man’s music and skates from a mile away (it’ll be the death of him someday, being so easily heard). From beneath his mask, back pressed to a dumpster as he reloaded his shotgun, he glared in response to the suggestion that they retreat. He did not retreat. “No, the objective is nearby.” He almost snarled, closing the chamber to the Hellfire he had in his grasp. 

   “If you don’t want to lose your head, I suggest ducking behind something.” It was luck and luck only that there hadn’t been a recent shower of bullets, suggesting a grace period where the other side had to reload.

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The DJ might be young but he had been through similar situations even before joining the team, knowing well what the silence before the storm meant. They where both at risk here and no matter how tough Reaper was, his trained eyes could see the injuries he sustained. But he still listened to the older man, moving quickly to hide behind a wall. He wouldn’t be very useful dead, either. 

“I’m not letting you get yourself killed, man.” He glared at the other, using his sonic amplifier to take care of Reaper’s wounds. The gunfire resumed and Lúcio quickly felt the vibration of sounds as bullets hit the wall on the other side. There was no way to hide where they were, he just couldn’t do much without sound, anyway. At this point, they should either retreat silently or be as loud as they could.

“Think you can take care of all of them fast? ‘Cause if you do, I've got a plan.” He shouldn’t waste this kind of power unless this was an emergency. But given the lack of another reloading pause until now, there was no other way to call this.