first and foremost, i should let thee know i am the blog mod for @redsargentgeneralsolly!!!! i disliked the idea of revealing my main as i don't like having my sideblogs connected back to me, so i revamped this ol' idiot into my blog to post tf2 rpblr content :3
about me!!
preferably i'd rather you make up a name and pronouns for me as i find that more fun and personable!! (example: one of my friends calls me 'jenkins' and uses cloud/cloudself on me..see? more fun and silly if it's completely random!!)
I AM AN ADULT!! I AM 18!!
I HAVE NO PARTICULAR DNI, OTHER THAN THE VERY, VERY OBVIOUS THINGS!! I WILL SHOOT YOU DIGITALLY IF I SO DESIRE!!
i'm a tf2 shipping addict >:3 everything I ship is down below!!
I loveeeee:
FreedomFries (Soldier X Spy), MagicMissiles (Soldier x Merasmus), Pandora's Box (Soldier x Merasmus x Spy), MysteryMagic (Spy x Merasmus), QuickFix (Medic x Scout), Keeping Up With The Brat (Medic x Scout x Heavy), Boots N' Bombs (Demoman x Soldier), StealthBombers (Demoman x Spy x Soldier), Piss Mauling (Sniper x Miss Pauling), ExpirationMate (Sniper x Miss Pauling x Scout), TexasToast (Engineer x Pyro), Swordvan (Demoman x Sniper), Trucks N' Vans (Engineer x Sniper) and many more!! I'm up for just about anything as long as it doesn't make me or anybody else uncomfortable!!
I LOVELOVELOVE RAINBOWS!!! I do Decora Kei fashion in real life!!! Rainbows are love, raimbows are life •^•!!
¤《《 Long winded, Angst, Depictions of self-harm, Potential ooc Polite Spy & Soldier, Poly relationship, Comfort 》》¤
Dorian had just finished patching up Pyro and ushered him out. A splintering headache was blooming behind his orange eyes. Old guilt was climbing up his throat like bile. The smell of blood usually didn't bother him so much but something was off today. All morning the hybrid had been seeing glimpses of the amorphous creatures from Hell. They seemed more aggressive in their haunting.
You're thinking of them. Your new partners. You don't deserve them. They would be better off without you. Come home already, Doctor
"It is no home of mine down there," Dorian snapped without turning to face the source of the voice. It wasn't truly a voice, more of an echo. Nobody else would hear it. Yet he still responded aloud.
Come home, they repeated without regard for what he just said. Dorian finally whipped around. The creatures had shifted into a vague resemblance of both Soldier and the Polite Spy. His breath hitched sharply. They look at you with such warmth. Would they still be so warm if they truly knew you? Would they still love you if they knew the lives you've taken?
The echos grew louder and started overlapping. It was like a pond with too many ripples. Dorian shouted. Not any words, no, just a distressed loud cry. One could even call it a yelp. He tore a glove off and tossed it aside haphazardly. His teeth sank into his hand. The echos stopped as pain shot through his being.
He relaxed his jaw, pulling his hand back to inspect the damage. There were faint teeth marks.
But his lungs were still working overtime from panic. The hybrid rushed to lock the door to his office. He tore off the other glove. His coat and shirt came next. Dorian locked his bedroom door next.
He reached behind himself, his fingertips tracing the faded scars under his feathers. They were from when his wings were growing in. He had clawed at himself to distract from the pain of the growth.
Dorian clamped his eyes shut to brace himself. He dug his claws into himself, hissing through his teeth. He dragged his hands down over the scars. He knew he drew blood before it started trickling down his lower back.
Tears pricked his eyes but he repeated the motion several times. He had even reached for his shoulder blades. When Dorian opened his eyes, letting his hands drop, his claws stained with his own blood.
+ + +
Soldier hadn't seen Dorian in at least a week. Dorian was never gone for long without a good reason. But his office door had been locked the whole time. It was concerning.
Polite Spy had visited, sneaking into the RED base under the cover of dusk darkness. Solly was quick to find him.
"FLOWERS! FLOWERS! FLOWERS!! IT'S A HORRIBLE AWFUL TIME. FRITZ IS MISSING!" Soldier shouted with a terrifyingly wavering tone. Polite blinked owlishly as he processed the sudden information. Dorian was missing? That hardly sounded like him.
Polite took Solly's hand and squeezed gently.
"Calm down my dear. What do you mean he's missing?"
"HE'S MISSING! I HAVENT SEEN HIM IN A WHOLE ASS WEEK! HIS DOOR IS LOCKED!"
"Locked? That's concerning. Let's go check on our handsome birdie, oui?"
Together the two men went to the medical bay. Sure enough the door to Dorian's office was locked. The Polite Spy made quick work of picking the lock.
The clinic was quiet. Eerily quiet. Solly and Polite exchanged a look of concern. For the first time Polite had ever seen, Soldier threw his helmet aside. It thunked against one of the cots. He slammed his shoulder into the door to Dorian's person room.
His room smelled like blood. It was a heavy, cloying scent. Polite rushed forward to stand by Soldier's side. Dorian was face down on his bed. Blood, both fresh and dried caked the feathers running up his back. The marks were clearly self-inflicted, deep cuts that could only have cone from claws.
Polite and Solly rushed to Dorian's side. Polite gently planted a hand on his shoulder, grabbing his attention.
"My sweet birdie.. What happened?"
"FRITZ YOU ARE BLOODY. WE WILL PATCH YOU UP LIKE YOU HAVE ALWAYS HELPED A TRUE AMERICAN LIKE MYSELF!"
Dorian stared at them as if they had suddenly started speaking a lost language. They were both here, just for him. They were concerned about him. Deeply if Solly's lack of a helmet was anything to go by.
"I.. No.. it's fine... Zhis is what's best for everyone. You two can have your happy ending untainted"
He knew how it sounded. Dorian could hear those creatures laughing in his mind. They had won. He was echoing what they whisper to the faces of the men he thought he loved.
"Untainted? What the FUCK is that supposed to mean?" Polite snapped with disbelief. How could Dorian say something like that? Like he and Soldier didn't need him as much as they needed each other.
"I've done terrible zhings! I'm a fucking monster. I don't deserve either of you.."
Soldier shifted on his weight before grabbing Dorian's face and pulling him into a kiss. It was much gentler than one would think Soldier was even capable of. It was loving, comforting. The kind of kiss meant for reassurance.
"Fritz.. You are no monster. You might be a filthy commie eagle but you take perfect care of me always"
"It doesn't matter what you've done in the past Dorian. Whatever it is you clearly aren't like that anymore. Besides you do not get to make that choice for us. If there's a 'Good Ending' without both you and Solly then I do not want it," Polite chimed in firmly. He took a deep breath and took his yellow hat off, setting it off to the side. His hands then reached up toward his neck, thumbs hooking under the fabric of his mask before pulling it up and off. His luxurious blond hair was a mess.
His gaze softened and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Dorian's mouth.
"YOU ARE OUR THIRD FRITZ. NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT! HORRAH!"
"Solly is right, you know. Now let's get you cleaned up, oui? I don't want our pretty birdie to keep bleeding"
Both men kissed Dorian's cheeks, drawing out a breathless chuckle. He blushed deeply, not fighting them when they helped him up and nearly carried him to the bathroom. The creatures from Hell were surely screaming and protesting but Dorian couldn't hear them over the thumping of his own heart.
He happily stood sandwiched between Soldier and Polite in the shower. Soldier being Soldier had even stripped while they were walking the hybrid to the bathroom. The water turned on, taking a second to warm up. The water at their feet was stained a deep crimson as it flowed down Dorian's back. Polite delicately worked his fingers through Dorian's back feathers, massaging dried or clotted blood off of them.
Dorian realized this really was love. Polite and Solly hadn't ever pried into his past. He admitted to being a monster and Eve if he hadn't laid his sins out, here they were, helping him wash away his own blood.
i dont think he has enough. i think he needs more. volunteer your boys. sacrifice your boys to be in a relationship with soldier. he needs more. he is big and greedy.
(pictured: dell from @its-eternity-in-here , félicien from @blucloakedsmoke , impolite & polite spy from @polite-espionage , dorian from @avian-malpractice , merasmus from @thegreatmerasmus )
» Sigh. Good morning, afternoon, or night to whomever stumbles across this Classified file.
» Look, I don't even know what to tell you myself. I was hired by Mr. Hale after he described "a catastrophic event within the company" (I think he just meant his ego getting bruised); and now I'm here.
» I was expecting real HR work. Now I bury bodies on the weekends.
Extra information under the cut.
Hiya, howdy! This is my third TF2 rp blog, and this one is mostly a joke character, because I thought it would be funny.
This blog is run by @crocketpopper45 , Owner of @redsargentgeneralsolly and @cannibal-cupcakez !
|| MOD IS 18! ||
RULES AND REGULATIONS:
• I am willing to do NSFW joke posts, but not actual NSFW roleplay. This is because sex is objectively funny.
• No specific DNI, I just block if you make me uncomfortable.
• Asks will be slow. Like I mentioned, this character is a joke character. Do not get mad at me if I do not respond to your ask.
|| Rules are subject to addition or change. ||
LORE NOTES:
• There are two HR workers, although the second one will be introduced at a later date. (Human resources is VERY understaffed.)
• Both are currently stationed at a RED and BLU base individually. The HR personnel at RED is J, and The personnel at BLU is Belle.
• J was a fresh college graduate looking to pursue a passion in helping other people, mainly looking for a Human Resources job. Upon seeing the job listing for Mann Co. and how well it paid, J couldn't resist and signed up. Unfortunately, Mann Co.'s HR department is barely anything relating to assisting people. It's just as described- "Managing Mann Co.'s human resources."
Last night I was bored and lonely at 2 am and I decided let’s write a fanfic.
It’s Soldier/Merasmus and as much as I want them to make out and stuff it just wouldn’t WORK so I kinda wanted to portray their relationship as realistically as a fictional relationship between a crazed ex-“soldier” and a wizard can be.
I didn’t want this to be multi-chaptered but I don’t think it’d work as a one-shot so here have fun kiddies feel free to tell me what you think.
THIS IS A POST DETAILING THE QUEER IDENTITY OF THE SOLDIER ON MY BLOG!!
I figured since that my soldier is Incredibly Gay, and decently to the left of the canon soldier, i'd make a masterpost explaining what his identity was like!! DM or ask me if I need to elaborate on anything!!
