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a kovich ..

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my scp ethnicity and sexuality hcs and why i see them as so:

Bright/Shaw: nobody knows atp, they switch bodies way too much, they are pansexual though

Kondraki: polish mixed with moroccan, that is a beautiful brown man right there, i cannot see him as pale. he is bisexual

Clef: white, polish on his father's side though. he's southern, i cannot bring myself to see him as a brit, he is a floridian through and through. he's a gay asexual man though

Glass: now THAT is a brit if i've ever seen one, but he's one of the socially acceptable british people, he's also ofc black cuz like, swag. he's pansexual, and trans

Gears: i kinda see him as being fully chinese, idk, i just fully kinda seen him that way. he's also a closeted gay man

Iceberg: blasian, specifically mongolian and black for some reason. he's also gay

Agent Diogenes: fully ethiopian, this is the only correct answer for her/j. he's also pansexual and in a relationship with glass

Rights: Rights is el salvadoran, it just kinda felt right for her n such. she is also pansexual

Buck: i've already touched on her but she's british-german, and a flaming lesbian.

Collingwood: THATS A DOMINICAN BADDIE IF I'VE EVER SEEN ONE!! also she's bi

Riley(also from scp animated): albino black woman, take it or leave it. she's also demiromantic

Gustav: russian with a bit of portuguese, he's a straight ally but questioning

Agent lawrence: irish, he's wayy to durable not to be irish, he's also a straight ally.

(anyway das it for right now, these are all my opinions so take them with a grain of salt)

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(I'm safe, I'm whole, I've got it under control)

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J&V scp archives on YouTube is pretty good, he just finished covering there is no antimemetics division so that's cool

Are there any good SCP YouTube channels/content creators?

I’m getting tired of finding ones and they end up mischaracterizing the SCP even though there’s a file right there. Or they start filling their channel with “scp vs scp” videos.

Just want to be able to consume SCP content in peace :c

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THEY'RE SILENCING THEM

This profile is meant to serve as a distraction for us Staff and help us bond in a fun way with people outside of the Foundation. Not to vent about our place of work, coworkers, "inhumane" working conditions, threats of becoming anomalous, descent into madness, etc.

Dr.████, you are on thin ice.I am sick and tired of cleaning up your mess. One more word about your personal life or emotional state and I will make sure there is consequences to be suffered.

-Dr.███████

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Please more stuff on agent strelnikov 🙏🏾

I think the most important thing to do in the wake of this rising discourse is to rebuild. I know I'm not the first to point this out, but there are like 5 five main doctors that actually have somewhat of a fanbase. One of those doctors (not even arguably) is bright, and at this point I really don't care. Everyone is so focused on these few characters when there are literally so many in the world of 6 ridiculous.

It's been YEARS we should've been forgotten about bright and moved on. At this point, the argument has been rehashed so many times that the horse is basically pulp. As someone who joined after most of the hype died down, I really do believe all of this is really just holding us back.

My two cents are to just disengage. Make new characters, interact more obscure ones, and just move on. Some of yall are gonna have to be left behind for the sake of the community, and that's just how it has to be.

(Give some love to agent strelnikov, lament, mann, light, RIGHTS. There is a barely any fanfare for rights, PLEASE. Yall, there are so many cool characters, and yall choose to focus on that ginger bum for WHAT)

Thank you for your submission

Usually, we abstain from giving personal input here, but this submission should be taken to heart. A fandom thrives not on hostility and tearing open old wounds, but on human creativity and community.

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Haiii!!

I was wondering if you had any more lore about TJ (590)? His interests, his personality, his dislikes... Etc.

From, a fellow 590 enjoyer!

TJ had an okay childhood.

That was all it was, though, just okay.

Mikell was gone more often than not, and Jack wasn’t much fit for the role of “big brother.” Their parents were almost never home, abd Sarah had been missing from her room for so long TJ wasn’t sure she had ever been there in the first place.

Mikell smoked too much, was gone for too long. Jack was too quiet until he wasn’t, and when he wasn’t he was irritable and cried too much over stupid shit. It made TJ mad, he thought. Everyone had mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters who played with them and loved it.

TJ was just given the short end of the stick.

And to make it worse, all of that seemed such a distant memory he wasn’t even sure it had actually happened. Most of what he remembered, fully remembered, was fluorescent lights and a scarcely decorated room he hardly seemed to leave.

He did have a few good things, though. Just a few:

-he really liked pokemon. And despite not having very many cards, the foundation allowed him a busted up nintendo and a worn tv he could play games on every once in a while. It crackled and was a bit hard to see, but it was his so he didn’t mind much. He even had a pikachu plush that had been here since he had. However long ago that was now.

-TJ liked therapy days. He thought Dr. Glass was really funny and he liked the box of toys and silly things he let TJ rifle through during their sessions

-He liked dinner time on Tuesdays every third week because that was special meal days. That was when Draven would come by after his shifts and eat with him. He could never pronounce what was in front of him, all he knew was it smelt better than anything he’d ever smelled before. Sometimes, Draven would bring desert too.

-that was another thing he liked- Draven. He was around more often than not, always sneaking toys and candy for him even though he probably wasn’t allowed. He also got him birthday presents and Christmas presents. He tried to play santa one time, but TJ was too old for all of that. Besides, they didn’t do santa back home.

-He liked to draw pictures. He made sure to give them to his doctors, his friends, and anyone else who would take them. They were mostly pokemon, sometimes people, but always looked the same. Like a 10 year old boy had drawn them. They never changed.

He liked lots of stuff, just as any young bot would.

But there was plenty he wasn’t as fond of:

-he hated shots. He didn’t like the needle, and despite everyone’s best attempts, he cried every time.

-he didn’t like orange anymore. It used to be his favorite color. But after seeing so many people in those horrible jumpsuits, all begging to go home, he wasn’t sure he was much of a fan anymore

-he didn’t like broccoli. Not even a little bit. Draven had tried everything but the kid refused to eat anything if even a grain of a broccolis head had been near his food. Eventually Draven gave up, TJ didn’t miss the tired and disappointed look on his face.

-he hated dr. Mann. He was nice at first and talked really funny, but he didn’t like that he was a doctor. A proper doctor. All he really remembers of him is an argument he had with his brother, something about how Mann “wasn’t going to stoop so low”. TJ never asked about it, Mikell wouldn’t have answered anyway.

-and speaking of Mikell, he didn’t like him either. He loved him, of course, he was his brother. But he didn’t like him. He didn’t like how he always smelled of cologne over cigarette smoke, he didn’t like how he talked to people, and he didn’t like how he refused to enter TJ’s room and only ever stood behind the glass.

-TJ didn’t like that glass. He wished it were a window, something so he could properly see outside. It had been so long since he’d felt the sun against his skin and would give anything to play outside again.

-Jack tried once, but he got in trouble. So much trouble TJ didn’t see him for almost a year. Jack cried and cried when they took TJ away. TJ wasn’t sure he liked the noise very much.

Not all is bad, but it’s not very good either. At least he has some people, at least he’s not entirely alone.

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Y’know what, my SCP interest was dying but I work under this guy who would just…be such a perfect researcher.

He shows up to work either in a full suit or hawaiian shirt, but he always wears crocs with his outfit. He’s sexist and only employs 3 women and one of them is a secretary (which sucks a little bc I’m a girl and he frequently overlooks and underestimates me) but I’m genuinely so fascinated by his behavior?

He built a rail gun out of spare parts from pieces of stuff from our lab. He owns more than 3 houses and drives this ugly cybertruck. One day he was bored in the lab so he (He’s the BOSS btw, like in charge of every single one of us) filled a bunch of balloons with hydrogen and set them on fire. He wears expensive, gaudy watches and I’m pretty sure my lab has never once been in OSHA compliance but he just pays the fines and doesn’t fix the problems, and the place that supplies our funding doesn’t care because we are successful?

I hate to be like “This guy reminds me of Clef”, but I don’t think it’s possible to work in a lab with someone more like Clef. Like I heard a rumor that this guy has open-carried in the lab once because he came in on his day off to grab something and forgot about it. Like they say about Clef: most of the stuff you hear is bullshit. The other stuff is also bullshit, but maybe has a tinge of truth to it. The amount of stories I’ve heard about this man could be its own blog but it does get me through long days to hear this man yelling down the hall about something stupid he’s gonna do or something stupid he wants someone else to do for him.

Also someone I know IRL follows me now so they’ll know who I’m talking about; just know that I’m not sure how much is true and what isn’t but if u were into SCP this would make perfect sense because idk who I’m even working for

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Dimitri strelnikov the man you are

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Give a man a leaf and he will eat it. Teach a man to leaf and he will go away

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Get off the game

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Reblog if you want random asks and you don't care what they're about

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I finally wrote more stuff. SCP one-shots with a reader, working on other staff members, I think Clef will probably be next (can't have SCP without him), but currently have Bright, Shaw, Iceberg, and Kondraki. First introductions!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!!!

Dr. Jack Bright

As you opened the door to Site-17, you were greeted by a rush of cold air and glaring fluorescent light biting at your eyes. A tall ginger man with strikingly green eyes and glasses with a cracked lens stopped you at the door, flashing a charming, yet insincere grin. In his hand was a surgical scalpel, although you did not know what he was using it for, nor did you want to.

“Who are you? Wait, wait, don’t tell me… [REDACTED], I presume?”

“Yes, that’s me. Um, please stop pointing that at me.”

“Ah, whatever. Sue me. I’m Dr. Bright, Jack Bright. And this…” 

He pulled an intricate silver amulet with small, clear gems you assumed to be diamonds decorating the edges and a large centerpiece ruby out from under his hastily buttoned-up coat that happened to not be compliant with the dress code. “This is my favorite thing in the world, I totally love it so much, y’know? More than barbecue sauce. God, I hate barbecue sauce, it’s pretty good. You wanna touch it?”

“I… No, not-”

“C’mon, really? Doesn’t it look so cool?”

“I’m sure.”

“You wanna touch it. I know you do.”

“I really don’t.”

“Ah, fine. Whatever. You’ll do well here, kid.”

“You don’t look any older than me…”

“Things aren’t ever as they seem here. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it eventually. Oh, by the way, there’s a guy I know, Dr. Iceberg, he’s stationed here temporarily. He’s real good at paperwork. If you ever need someone to do your work, go find him, trust me.”

He smiled and left you alone, walking like he had somewhere to be, joined by a grinning blond man with a ukulele in his arms and a shotgun strapped to his back. You heard Bright mutter, “Fifty bucks says that kid doesn’t make it a week,” followed by grating laughter from the other man. You felt mildly offended, but there wasn’t much you could do about it.

Dr. Elias Shaw

On your way to your office, you were stopped by a short woman, her auburn hair put up neatly in a bun. “Oh, a new transfer? I think I've heard of you. Dr. [REDACTED]?” She spoke with a calm voice, tapping her pen against a clipboard in her hand.

“Yes ma’am, and you?”

“I’m Dr. Shaw, Elias Shaw.”

You caught a glimpse of a shimmering sapphire amulet, strikingly similar to one owned by an acquaintance of yours, Dr. Bright’s, underneath her buttoned-up lab coat. 

“...Oh. Nice to meet you.”

As soon as she noticed you staring, she pulled her collar back over it. The tapping sped up, and she glanced around warily. Something seemed off about her. Shaw took a deep breath before she turned on her heel and quickly walked away. 

You glanced around the corner to make sure nobody would pop out of nowhere and attack you, as they had at your old station at Site 5 [Note: “We would like to reiterate that there is not and has never been a Site 5.” -Dr. Gears].

Dr. Julian Ellis "Iceberg"

Walking around the labyrinthine site was always maddening. scattering papers everywhere. He scoffed, rewrapping his scarf around his neck and feeling around the floor for his glasses. You picked them up and handed them to him. “I don’t need your help. And watch where you’re going, [EXPLETIVE REMOVED].” He put his glasses back on, looked up, paused, and cleared his throat.

 “Huh. I don't think I've seen you before. Who are you?”

“[REDACTED], I’m working under Dr. Kondraki.”

“I see. I'm under Gears and I think of setting him on fire every day.”

“...What?”

“It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm the only normal one here. All those other staff are fully insane, except Break. She’s my girlfriend. Oh, and also, stay out of my way. I don't have time for this.” 

You kneeled down to help him. “You have a lot of paperwork,” you said, impulsively pointing out what was very clear. “No [EXPLETIVE REMOVED],” he snapped. “Is she really your girlfriend?” You thought you were being stupid until he said, “Well, not officially. But she loves me, I can tell.”

As he picked up the last paper and you handed him the stack you’d collected, he turned away. Something about him kind of threw you off. Maybe it was his initial rudeness, or the fact that the air around him seemed oddly cold. He stopped in his tracks and added, “One more thing. If you see Gears anywhere, put in a good word for me, will you? I swear, I’m always so close to getting a promotion, and then that [EXPLETIVE REMOVED] Clef gets all the praise and honor. The O5 have to cave sometime.” He didn’t even stop for a response. 

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

You were given a task by Dr. Clef involving Kondraki. Not that you wanted to complete it, however, you wanted to get away from him as fast as possible, as he was in a foul mood and there was a suspicious lack of shotguns, so you took it. The box you were given was badly wrapped in dark green paper and adorned with a bow that was hastily stapled on, skewed slightly to the left. The box was also moving, like it contained a feral animal. Holding the box securely against your chest with one arm, you knocked on a wooden door with a silver nameplate bolted onto it reading, “Dr. Benjamin Kondraki: King of the Butterflies Booooterflies”. The last part was scrawled onto the plate with black sharpie, and someone had drawn a green butterfly on a piece of lined paper and taped it to the door. Was “King of the Booooterflies” really in his job description?

You knocked. It was followed up with a cough and the sound of someone shuffling to the door. A man with signs of age on his face, long, dark hair pulled into a ponytail, and a beard opened the door. He was holding a camera. A wall of vibrant green butterflies covered the doorway, which he quickly dispersed with a wave of his hand. “What do you want?” Well, he certainly wasn’t the most polite person in the world, but it seemed difficult to maintain sanity after a while of simply existing in the Foundation’s sites. You hesitated before responding, “Dr. Clef asked me to drop this off to you. I’m not really sure what it is, but-” “That son of a [EXPLETIVE REMOVED]. Here, give him this.” He snatched the box, handing you one that seemed just as terribly prepared as the one Clef had given you. It was not moving this time, but it was shotgun-shaped. Kondraki slammed the door shut, before promptly cracking it open to let in a butterfly he had accidentally locked out.

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My brain is so scp fried that every time I see man in lab coats, I'm convinced it's a scp foundation reference

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Idk if I'm just dumb but I just realized that Clef's repulsion of woman is the opposite to Meri's original attraction of men. And how her mother, lily, more than like had that same power.

Side note, but I hate how forgotten this part of clef is. Like I get why it is, nobody ever wants to think about how they be repulsed by their fav. But lowkey in that same breath. I'm pretty sure that it's one of Clef's many trauma responses, just a trauma response, soo..

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More people need to depict Dr. Glass as a POC.

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I know Clef has no cannon and all, but it always shakes me to my core when I remember anything about him potential being british. Like in my head, that man is as southern as can be. Like maybe I'm just projecting cause I'm southern. And he has this whole thing about hating Texas but... He also wears a cowboy hat and has a shot gun on him at all times. If that's not southern I don't know what is 😪