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“Here little piggy…”
Indie Roadhog Roleplay Blog
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SFW only (separate NSFW blog)
“Squeal for me!”
[[THE RAT IS ALIVE]]
HELLO HELLO HI I’M BACK MY TUMBLR FINALLY STOPPED BEING AN ASS. WHITE SCREENS WITH HYPERLINKS ARE NOT FUN AT ALL EVER.
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deathforsaken:
There’s a slow squint from Gabriel. His eyes dart from the chocolates back to Rat, then back to the chocolates, then back to Rat.
He didn’t. He absolutely did not.
He did.
❛ …I’m going to ground you for that. ❜
Letting the box hover in the air for a moment, Rat reaches in with clawed fingers to pluck out another now-shiny chocolate. He pops it in his mouth without a care in the world.
He looks almost surprised at Gabe’s response, before he makes a great show of looking down at the floor he’s sat on.
“But I am on th’ground, sir.”
“I don’t love you, I’m just here for the chocolate.”
Valentines Day Inspired Starters | Accepting
❛ …you know I’d like to say I’m surprised. I really would. ❜
His head slowly starts to shake, and he’s fighting to keep the fake look of disappointment on his features. It’s a struggle not to grin, but somehow he manages.
❛ Unfortunately, as it were, history is doomed to repeat itself. Now give those back you’re not the only one who likes chocolate you little shit. ❜
And he’s reaching to snatch the stolen chocolates back. God damnit he at least wants one this year.
There’s only a few chocolates left in the box. They are delicious. He has no intention whatsoever of handing them over - finders keepers, after all.
A wave of pure, mischievous impulse flickers through him.
Rat licks them.
With the most shit-eating grin on his face, he happily holds the box out to Gabe, tail tapping amusedly on the floor.
“O’course, mate! Enjoy!”
Reblog if you’re alright with creating new verses or AU’s to interact with other RPer’s!
While your muses might not be from the same universe or be able to interact easily, things can always be worked out if the muns collaborate and talk with each other!
[[Munday!]]
[[A selfie from a ready-for-bed ratto under the cut. <3 ]]
⛓ Mafioso ⛓
Jamison let out another sobbing whimper as his wound was pressed upon, tears escaping his eyes, and he nodded quickly at the other’s words. “O-okay, sir…”
Almost as soon as the touch arrived it was gone again, replaced by the doctor’s fussing, hurried movements. With one swift slash the buttons on his shirt were cut away, the fabric pushed aside to reveal the wound in his wiry shoulder.
The smaller man’s eyes flickered open again, but the life was lost from them. They were dulled and glassy with pain, but fixed upon Rutledge, searching for something, anything to focus on. He was forced to bite down on his hand as the doctor fished the bullet from the wound, metal clicking against metal, and the sound was muffled by howls of agony.
Fawkes was sobbing openly by the end of it.
The doctor seemed unfazed, sewing the wound shut and bandaging him quickly, and he gave a curt nod to Mako. He handed him a tiny vial of morphine and a syringe that looked comically small in his huge hands, and said nothing. With that, a glance was shared between the guards, and they escorted the doctor from the room again. Alone, again.
“P-please…” was the only murmur that escaped Fawkes’ lips. It was uncertain what he was begging for.
Yo I dunno if you're still doing these but if you are, ❤!
send me ❤ and i will bold all that applies to your muse
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
inspired by here.
luvshock:
The sparkle in his eyes only glowed brighter, almost as if his eyes had been replaced with torches, his pupils expanding, before throwing a fist up into the air as a form of victory, and then grinninghimself. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, after all–Jak had been a huge fan of the junker duo for a number of reasons, majority of them questionable. He couldn’t help but add in his own guffaw with Junkrat’s chuckle, before stretching himself into a more relaxed position.
❝Yeah, ‘m ‘ere in hidin’ too. Terrorist group wants t’enslave me or some friggin’ crap I don’t give a ding dong damn ‘bout. Still, ‘s a good place, innit? People ain’t too bad, and plus, we got ‘nternational idols ‘ere, from the looks of things!❞ He continued with general excitement, smirking all the while.
Grabbing Junkrat’s prosthetic arm with his own prosthetic, he shook it before holding a fist towards him, expecting a fistbump. ❝Jackson Coyote Davis, aka Madman! Just call m’Jak, J-A-K, no C!❞
“Idol is a new one, mate!” he grins, and there’s genuine happiness in it. “I’ve ‘ad bully, criminal, convict, idiot, lunatic, ya name it. Nice ta hear somethin’ positive fer once. And ain’t no-one gonna’ enslave you while I’m about, got it?” Jamison promised, unsure how much of it was genuine friendship forming and how much was oh dear this guy’s tickin’ all the boxes.
With a giggle of surprise, Jamison returns the fistbump, the other’s prosthetic hand dwarfing his own. Well, all of him did, really. The metal gives a satisfying clunk when their knuckles meet, and he gives a joking wince and clutches his hand. “Nice ta meet’cha, J-A-K no C.” he grins, amber eyes glittering with mischief. “M’likin’ th’codename, mate. An’ Coyote - that’s pretty rare o’a name. Got a story behind that?”
luvshock:
Being new was never exactly fun–the new kid at school, the new guy at work, and now the new recruit at an illegal former government task force. However, Jak, AKA Agent Madman, was a veryadaptable person, and thrived in the unknown, so there was no doubt in mind everything would be fine. Annoyingly awkward at first, sure, but everything would work out in the end. They always seemed to, after all.
So Hangar One was where he was told to wait–someone would be waiting to show him around, someone who he apparently he had “a lot in common with”, which essentially meant they wereeccentric, rebellious, or just plain off the wall.
What Jak wasn’t expecting, though, was to see an idol. His eyes sparkling, he immediately waved, greeting the other.
❝Holy [BLEEP], ya really the Junkrat, in the flesh!? This why the crime trail stopped cold recently!?❞
Well, that was an unexpected reaction. Fans were few and far between, especially in a place like this, and he felt his classic grin finally tug at his lips again. Pulling his mismatched hands from his pockets, he spread them wide with a flourish, twirling his fingers and inclining his head in a prideful bow.
A chuckle. “Mostly flesh, mate.”
As he approaches the other man, he realises that he’s practically Roadie’s height, and stops short as to not crane his neck. “That’s right. This lot offered me an’ Hog a bargain ‘bout a year ago now. Stop th’large-scale heists until the cops get off our backs, an’ we can hole up here. Pretty good, eh?”
With a shrug, he extends his prosthetic hand to the other man, and a wiggle of his fingers makes them click. “Jamison Fawkes, at yer service. An’ yerself?”
[[ Starter for @luvshock! <3 ]]
“Why do I hafta lead some kid around the place? Why me? I thought you lot didn’t trust me with newbies!” Jamison groaned, sighing like a slighted teenager. He only half-listened when Winston explained something about them having a lot in common, and hauled himself up to stand. “Yeah, yeah, alright, I got it. Where’d ya say? Hangar One?”
Upon receiving an affirmation from the gorilla, he rolled his eyes, hobbling off to the meeting point. What is he gonna be like? Some scrawny lil’ newbie, I bet, fresh outta trainin’. Be runnin’ with their tails between their legs soon as they see me. Ain’t gonna’ be strong, an’ tall, an’ dressed like a punk an’ missin’ a-
“Hooley fuckin’ dooley.”
“Au contraire, my armoured friend-o. Ain’t you ever heard o’the Fourth o’July?” he teased, reaching up - on a very unbalanced tip-toe - to poke the Crusader’s nose. Never let it be said that I think before doin’.
Stepping back quickly once more, that trademark grin stretches across his lips, and he gives a mocking, scandalised gasp. “And I must say I’m shocked at yer insinuation that I’m anythin’ less than the best, mate. Ain’t never had a bomb go off on me, I know what I’m doin’. Betcha think th’limbs were my fault, huh?”
Love the theme~!
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yes 11/10 best theme
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