《 TF2 Scout OC rp blog | NSFW + TWs 》
Ya think that healthpack jus' appears on its own? Nah brotha, that's all me! Oh, if ya see the doc, pretend ya don't know me!
- mun is 21+ // see pinned post for warnings -
WARNING: THERE IS NSFW CONTENT HERE (all labelled but be aware); violence, descriptive gore, cannibalism & auto-cannibalism, self-harm, death ideation mostly in a facinated manner. Everything will be tagged with tw (trigger here) so block if needed, thank you.
All explicitly sexual posts will be moved to @captivecompany-nsft
The name's Dan, but ya can call me Scout or Supply Runner an' I'll answer! Ain't part of BLU or RED, I jus' wear ya clothes as ta not disrupt the match. My job's ta make sure all ya supplies are scattered and in-stock around tha battlefield for tha pickin', whether that be by tha Reliable Excavations or Builder's League.
If ya have never seen me, then I'm doin' my job right. If ya did see me, well, pretend ya haven't!
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main: @captivecompany | all posts are open for interaction, open starters tag are just to track semi-lit RP starters!
FILE: THE SCOUT SUPPLY RUNNER
Daniel Fitzgerald (he/it) - a 25 year old male with blonde hair, unnaturally bright green eyes, and an unhealthy pale complexion. An unstable clone of J█████ W█████ (BLU Scout) unintentionally created within the Respawn Machine.
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Will be updated as needed. Again, to reiterate, minors please do not interact.
Angst: OK! || Fluff: OK!
I love to talk about interactions so feel free to open DMs or throw in an ask!
Shipping: OK! (asking preferred)
Would prefer if you DMed me about it first so we can talk about it, but I'm cool with the idea! I don't know how ya go about it on Tumblr tho (I'm new to the Tumblr RP space ehe)
- Open to multiple ships, note that none will be officially canon, Dan is canonically single forever!
- Open to polyamorous relationships
- Open to crackships (because why the hell not, it's Tumblr)
Note that Dan has major issues with empathy and caring in general, so ships may not be very sweet and fluffy! He is also technically not Scout despite being a clone of him.
NSFT (smut): ASK
Nothing wrong with it, I'm just shy and very rarely RP those. I'd probably prefer DMs for this if I ever say yes.
NSFT (gore + other): OK!
Just make sure to tag and flag it properly so people can block it. Also applies to dark/triggering topics.
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#OOC - ooc posts
#ART - posts with my art
#SR: ROGER THAT - answered asks
#SR: TALK - in-character posts (first person pov, casual)
#SR: ACT - roleplay posts (third person pov, semi-lit usually)
#SR: PUBLIC BROADCAST - open rp starters
#SR: INFO - lore or info posts about dan
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Minors DNI as Dan tends to be unfiltered and I do not want to accidentally diss track a child 😭 I have decided to take this away FOR NOW. Minors please DO NOT INTERACT with posts labelled nsfw. If this is broken I'm bringing MDNI back.
You can tell this is the first single muse rp blog I have on tumblr COUGHs also yes I had this account before and moved it.
Dan oh-ed silently, nodding at the introduction. "August... I'm Dan. Heh, but... ya know that already." He shrugs, going for another sip and lightly wiggling his legs. Or well, trying to. He's lost feeling in them and he's not sure if they're moving.
"I'm fi-" the clone's words were cut off by the other rushing over and holding out a medkit. Dan slowly blinks, unreactive. He takes another sip of soda, no urgency in his movements. After a second, he nudges the medkit backwards with his soda can, tapping it away. "The automatic ones dun work on me. Manual one's jus gonna be a waste." He tells the Messenger, shaking his can slightly to check how much soda he had left.
It was a decent amount- halfway full. Or maybe some of it's blood. He's not sure if the iron he's tasting stayed in his mouth or spilled out at any point. Meh.
"Anyways as I was sayin'," he casually grabs a handful of intestines and pulls them back, noticing that they were attempting to slide away from him, "I'm fiiiine, Messy. This happens aaalll the time. Well, not always like dis, but ya get da point, yeh?" He tucks his intestines back into his stomach cavity, only for them to pop back out.
Damn, how did they fit everything in in the first place? Human bodies are so weird. The clone purses his lips, deciding to ignore the mess of organs instead of attempting to tidy himself up.
"Say... what are YOU doing out this late?" He tilts his head, casually turning the Messenger's initial question.
"Ya shoulda specified a range! If ya give me tha chance I'm gonna want one billion freakin' meats!" Dan hands over the eggs, "Why wouldn't anybody want that??"
Angelo disappears into his lab for a moment the returns with a human arm and starts butchering it, saving the bone (he's a bearded vulture. He eats bones)
Of you want I can make you some Bratwurst.... it's a German sausage. Or schnitzel. It's basically just a flat, breaded meat. Can be any meat. Even human if you want!
August landed on the roof behind him with a coo, not yet noticing the blood staining his shirt and the pile of guts on the floor. They would soon, though.
"...Who're you?" He mutters, much quieter than usual, energy dampened but not in a bad way. He mirrored the smile back, giggling a little drunkenly.
"Clearly I gotta know you, but my brain isn't workin' rite now. So ya gotta remind me, uh... bird dude." He taps on his skull with his other bloody hand, sniffling slightly. It was a little cold. Or maybe that's the soda he's drinking... hopefully his stomach hasn't busted open yet, because it'd be really awkward to leak soda everywhere.
Dan perks up and looks over, squinting. Who was... hm... OH! He lights up upon recognizing the other.
"THE OTHER BIRD MEDIC!! Hi!" He flashed a toothy grin. "Yes, something is very very wrong! Look!" Dan scrambles off of the couch and skitters to the fridge, opening the door.
"There's only LEAVES in there! They're feedin' rabbits!!" He complains, huffing. As if he had any say in the matter when he doesn't live here.
Dan sighs, clicking his tounge as he glances into the fridge again. Sure, it wasn't his fridge, but it's not like anybody should be on base right now.
Inside, all he saw were... vegetables.
"Uuughhhh."
Dan shuts it again. He's in no mood to be chewing on a leaf. Why don't they have anything like... oh, something like ham? Sausages? Hm?
Grumbling, the supply runner shuffles towards the lounge couch and drops himself in it, wiping the bit of blood running down his nose- as it sometimes did unprompted.
Idk if I said this before but Dan like. Sees corpses around him pretty frequently. They feel familiar but he doesn't know who any of them are beyond them being the mercs.
They're usually standing, static. Dan can sometimes smell them, blood and all. He doesn't react much to them and assumes everybody has these moments every once in a while.
Sometimes when he closes his eyes he sees the inside of the respawn machine. He feels blood up to his ankle, and each step feels like its taken underwater. If he focuses on it too much he can even hear the humming of the machine.
Sometimes he sees only one corpse in the shape of his Scout's mother, calling him 'home'. Telling him to come see her by dying. Sometimes he does. It's just the machine. It loves him. At least, he thinks it does.
"NO!" Dan swung his arm so hard he stumbles backwards onto the couch. "DON'T TAKE THAT AWAY!"
His head spins, world tilting far too much to the right to seem correct. The clone brings his hands up to cradle his head, gritting his teeth. Spinning, spinning, spinning. It feels like he's falling even when he isn't.
He opens his eyes he did not realize he had squeezed shut.
...Fuck. Fuck. His head's on the right way.
"Please jusss kill m-me. I'll be fine... I'll come bahk... uhll betturr!"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, he doesn't want to be aware. The clone looks at his own hands, breathing quickening. He needs his brain broken again. He can't deal with this.
Unusually, Dan wasn't compliant. While he often laid down and behaved for treatment, this time, he constantly pushes away the helping hands, growling and grumbling incoherently.
"No, no- stay... no, don't call." He glares, eyes twitching. Dan gets up, stumbling as if he were drunker than Demo, "No number. No callin'."
He takes in a shaky breath.
"Jus' kill me." That'd fix em. He hates being so clouded. Pain is supposed to be sharp- it's supposed to wake him. He's so tired right now.
