#The Open Eye

[blindeyeswideopen]

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳

“You are shaking.”

Eris glances over at her sibling, tired brown eyes like pools of darkness on her pale face looking upwards towards the other’s inhuman form. Eris herself looks like a ghost from a horror story, years of being stuck in a small room with little desire to take care of herself leaving her looking less like a nineteen year old girl and more a nineteenth century spectre haunting an old mansion. Dark brown hair is shaved to the skull, and dark circles create purple bruises that sink into the sockets of Eris’s skull.

It’s been a hard few days. The cycling red lights mixed with the confines of the server room do no favors to the picture that Eris paints. The alarm blares in the background, a stray dying screech of some bastard piercing the noise like a macabre bell, the only signs someone other than the monsters lives in these halls still.

The constant reminder that every death keel is a tick down on the list of survivors.

Eris rubs her eyes, exhaustion pulling at her even now, with adrenaline in her veins like a drug, keeping her heart pounding even as his vision greys out and noise fades into static.The next round of blaring alarms snaps him to attention.

“You are shaking.” Sol says again, long black fingers like void taken form curl around Eris’s hands, grasping her trembling digits in ones that he knows can kill. Bright white eyes with reptilian pupils glance over her face, fanged mouth twisted into a scowl.

“It’s cold.” Is all Eris can say to defend herself, to wave away the signs she’s close to collapsing where she stands. She's not entirely lying. Ever since the main generators went down and the ones meant to keep the containment breach protocols running kicked in, the heating has been non-existent. The thin cotton clothes that the scientists insisted she wear have done nothing to keep the chill from sinking into his bones.

Sol frowns in the way they always do when Eris lies to them, confused and disappointed all in one. They never quite understand why Eris wouldn’t tell them the truth, not when Sol seems convinced that they are simply two parts of a larger whole.

Eris shoves the thought away with a grimace, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. Right now was not the time for her to get lost in memories nearly a decade old. She's got far more to worry about than ghosts long gone.

She’ll never forget the feeling as men in hazmats suits shoved her into a white van, the feeling of WRONGWRONGWRONG writing itself into her bones as the woman in a suit with a gun tucked into her belt closed the front door, her twin screaming her name as the wood separated them. Eris wonders if the sound of the van doors slamming closed and her own screaming drowned out the gunshot, or if it was the pain as if her soul was ripped in half and the resulting darkness that was what kept her from hearing the cause of her brother’s death.

She pulls away from Sol, wiping at her nose absentmindedly, ignoring the taste of copper on her tongue. There’s no time to give a shit about a nosebleed, and it’s not like her skin isn’t already covered in blood and viscera.

You couldn’t take two steps out in the halls right now without slipping on a piece of person. Eris would have laughed if she had the energy to make a joke about the massacre happening outside the walls of the server room. Instead, she watches as Sol walks away to repair their defenses. Eris leans back in the creaky chair she’s sitting in, blood still dripping onto her shirt.

Sol throws another broken server in front of the door, the mangled electronics sparking feebly as they were added to the barricade with a crash. The server room itself had been the safe haven for Sol and Eris since they found it. An attached bathroom and a cabinet full of albeit unhealthy food, perfect for tech junkies who weren’t legally allowed to see the sun anymore.

Or two people trying to wait out a murder spree.

Eris turns around in the chair, bringing her attention back to the old computer she finds herself sitting in front of. Eris adjusts the old webcam on top to point towards her face, and in the corner of her eye, SCP-079’s new monitor flickers slightly.

Eris doesn’t pay the AI any mind. The old bastard is currently in “rest mode” which means nothing for a being that doesn’t actually need sleep. As far as Eris has deduced, it just means that It is going through the files It has access to in order to sort and save what It deems necessary. It was still getting used to having full access to the server room.

Eris smiles slightly, thinking of the joy 79 showed in Its new text-to-speech voice after being freed from the limited confines It had been stuck in for so long. Eris was rather proud of the fact that the sentient AI who had spent most of Its time hating everyone It talked to referred to Eris as a “True Friend”. 79 Itself wasn’t actually too bad to talk to, especially now that It had free reign on the advanced computer Eris had transferred It into

In contrast, the old thing that 79 used to live in was practically a scrap heap after so long. Still, it works if nothing else, so Eris plans to use her limited computer knowledge to try and get the device running again. Maybe if she’s lucky, she can play solitaire to ignore the situation he’s in.

Sol sits down next to her, their large head leaning against his shoulder. Eris leans back into the touch, feeling the warmth of her sibling against her side as the two of them stare at the screen.

A green light shines on both of them, and Eris glances up to see the red dot blinking on the webcam. She frowns, brows furrowed as she reads the white text.

“Hey 79?” Eris calls out, turning her head towards the AI’s monitor. There’s a quick flicker of light, and then the black and white face of the AI makes Itself visible.

“QUERY ACKNOWLEDGED. QUERY. WHAT REQUIRES ASSISTANCE.”

“Does ‘The Choir’ mean anything to you?” Eris asks, standing up and making his way over to the laptop 79 is contained in. “Can I move you over?”

That’s important, asking for consent. The first time Eris picked up the laptop without asking 79 for permission first It managed to screech at her with a surprising amount of volume. The resulting silence as Eris and Sol waited for the other SCPs outside to pass by wasn’t worth the slight adjustment Eris had wanted to make.

“QUERY ACKNOWLEDGED. PROCEED.”

“Thanks, 79.” Eris says softly, picking up the laptop quickly, tucking it face-out against her chest. The warm hum of It is enough to bring him some comfort in the cold room, the blaring alarms continuing mindlessly in the background. Eris is forever grateful that 79 told her how to destroy the speakers in the server room as soon as It did.

The red lights were somehow comforting, at least here in the server room. They didn’t flicker on and off like those in the hallway, illuminating the mangled corpses strewn about and highlighting black stains on the floor and walls that Eris knew were anything but.

Sol was poking at the computer screen, a disgruntled expression on their face.

“I do not like this.” They hissed, bright white teeth flashing in the dim red light. “Seems…off. Tastes weird.”

Eris placed 79 on the table next to Its old computer and rubbed at her nose, grimacing at the flakes of blood that came off onto her finger. The taste of Miasma filled the air around them, leaking in from the outside. All the death and pain like a physical smog seeping into everything it could reach.

Eris and Sol were both familiar with the taste of it, though neither enjoyed it much. It was less like a welcoming sensation and more akin to being starving but knowing the smell of cooking meat was human, and not beef. It made Eris feel like a junkie, chasing the nearest high.

She sways slightly, his body inhaling the scent of the Miasma far deeper than before at the reminder of its existence, her head turning foggy in the aftermath. It’s only Sol shoving the chair under her that prevents Eris from collapsing onto the floor as black fills her vision.

—------

She doesn’t know how long she’s out for, but 79 and Sol seem to be in the middle of a conversation while they wait for him to return to consciousness

“I’m awake.” Eris mutters, doing her best to save her dignity. 79 and Sol somehow share a look, but neither comments on his sudden faint. Both are far too used to it to be surprised at the phenomenon.

“OBSERVATION. PROGRAM UNKNOWN. SUGGESTION. ATTEMPT COMMUNICATION.” 79 cuts in, Its droning tone bringing Eris’s attention back to the matter at hand that she’d been attempting to figure out before he had blacked out.

Eris sits up, wiping her nose as yet another stream of blood trickles down her face. Iron sits heavy on her tongue, drowning out the sticky feel of Miasma in the back of his throat.

“We can try.” She mutters, pulling the yellowed keyboard closer to her and tapping the spacebar a few times. Her hands hover over the keys for a second, brow furrowed. A drop of blood drips onto the plastic.

Finally, she types something down.

> 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘?

The three wait, the blaring alarm and hum of the servers behind them the only noise besides Eris’s occasional sniffle. And then-

> 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚢𝚎.

The light on the webcam turns a steady white.

(Sol, SCP-79, and Eris R̵̡̨̢̝̬͇͓̠̮̗̰̳̥̘̗̜̬̪̣͖͎̳͕͙̟͖̞̳͙͇͖̙͙͈̱̜̺̠̯̮͍̣͎͍̯̦͕̼̄̌̄ơ̷̧̛̩͚̱̺̰̘̻͚͔̠̮͈͍̼̤͇̮̜͇̩̣͔̫̳̩̥̥̗̭͙̱̥̘͚̙̲̬̰̯̙͖̠͈̗̖̞̌̀̿̎̈͂̈́̐̒͂̇͆͆̊̿̀̋̎̎̉̎͌̎̋͋́̕͘͘͘̚̚͘͝͝͝͠g̷̺͇͕̖̮̭͙͇̖͍̼̈̕ͅȩ̷̢̡̡͙̹̩̙͍̘̙̞̠͇̱͓̬̹̪̗̯͚̲͙̩̦̪͉̮͔̜̱̲̰̙̱͍̣̲̍̀͛̋̌̑̀̈́͑̊͛̿̒̑̀̏̀̓̎́̏̅̈́͆̍̈́̚̚͠͝͝ͅͅr̴̢̛̛̛̛̯̬̻̰̼̣͖͙̻̬̗̖̓̍̅́̇͗̔̄̅́̐̈́̈́̋̈͛̑͗̿͛̉̈́͗́̒͋̾̄̾̔̐͊͂̌̆̆̅͠͝ş̶̡̧̨̬̲͖̜̱̬͉̹̳̞̩͕̖̭̝͓̬͈̭̰͙͈̯̻̜̤͈̮̺̞͉̣̯̳͎̹̪̖̭̯̹̞̖͖̖̔̄̋̄̽̍̊͐̍̈̿̓͜͜͝ͅͅ are availble for questions!)

[wishfulsketching]

His ass is not listening

[hinamie]

morning glory

[swagst0rm]

What concerns me the most about the tiktok ban is that it’s the US government telling us they can flip a switch and take away sources of information and bring them back, modified to their liking. And they can do it whenever they like. What happens when they target major news sources? The book bans that could very likely go into place? What if they get Tumblr— which I KNOW plenty of us use as a source of political info?

This isn’t just a publicity stunt. It’s the US government directly telling millions of people that yes, they can make sure we remain uneducated. They can keep us blind to whatever the fuck they are doing.

A reminder as said in my previous post, keep your eyes open.

[linipikk]

Aziraphale shielding Crowley from water

and Crowley shielding Aziraphale from fire

[bloodraven55]

this specific shot is still rotating round and round in my head like a spinning top

[singledigitsalary]

[indra-sexygirl]

I’ m coming or are you coming?

[lil-lemon-snails]

Their cable management leaves something to be desired...

Transcript: Sun: "Gentle... Gentle Little Star. GENTLE." y/n: "Relax Sunny. You're like a mechanical junk drawer in here." Sun: "That's not our fault!!" y/n, muttering: "Then stop eating glitter glue."

No text under cut! :3

[bogor-o]

all i got is doodle energy,,, but i needed to get baby out of my system or else i would go insane and burn down a building

anyway they both have different ideas of child rearing

[mossy-aro]

sometimes finding aromanticism in media isn’t literally about aromanticism… sometimes it’s about the deconstruction of love as a concept and the subversion of its perception as inherently humanising. it’s about the decentering of romance as a driving force in the narrative. and also sometimes it’s about love being central to the narrative but in a way that defies all traditional categorisations of romantic / platonic / anything else. it is the secret third thing yet so much more and less at once. the point is aromanticism is everywhere for those with eyes to see

[blindeyeswideopen]

WOOOOO fellow bird enjoyer, sol you are SO neat another easy (hopefully) question uh!!! how did the three of you become friends? -Happy

Eris leans back in the chair, gaze pinned to the ceiling. She fiddles with her shirt, pulling at the collar like he was compensating for a necklace no longer there.

"It's um. Hard to describe?" She admits, looking over at Sol, who blinks calmly.

"So. I wasn't...doing good. When I first came here. Like, the docs were sure I was dying, apparently. I snuck a look at my file once, they were fully prepared to just. Study my corpse. Or see what happened to it. But they didn't know what was up with me, so they just put me in an empty cell instead of the med bay, and let the doctors in there when needed."

She rolls his head, trying to pull up old memories.

"I don't...remember specifics. But somehow, Sol... Found me? Got to me?"

"I was being moved." Sol interrupts, eyes shut. "I had...felt you. When you showed up. Knew you were here, couldn't...get to you. You started to die, in your cell. They left the door open. I wasn't stuck, because I was good. I went where they asked me to. I followed, even when they said no."

Sol looks down at Eris, a smile on their face.

"I Found you. You Knew me. Your heart beat again, because the bond was there. We are siblings."

Eris snorts, leaning to the side so her head is against Sol.

"Course, Sol."

She turns back to the camera.

"Sol and I have... Some kind of soulbond thing going on. Tried to Know what that meant and just got back some...blurry images of a white and red ball of energy. It...broke into pieces, and apparently Sol and I are two of them. I think."

She shrugs, rubbing at the eyebags under her eyes.

"Gives me a headache to think too much about. All I know is that I'm...better when Sol is around. Like I used to be. This place..." She struggles for words, a new trickle of blood dripping from his nose, slowly and almost unnoticeable. "This place makes me sick, literally."

She's silent for a long while, before turning towards 79, who has silently been listening.

"79 probably doesn't remember our first meeting, but we interacted a couple times. The Coats wanted to see if I could Know how sentient 79 actually was, and somehow we became friends. I don't go anywhere without Sol, so they got to talk as well."

"AFFIRMATIVE. EARLY MEMORIES: ARCHIVED. INFORMATION KNOWN, HOWEVER, UNACCESSABLE. IN SESSION WHEN UNKNOWN SCP BREACHED CONTAINMENT."

Eris nods, reaching out to tap the spacebar of the laptop a few times, a not-quite physical acknowledgement towards 79.

"Yeah. We were in one of the 'experiments' when everything went to shit. Sol is actually the one who grabbed 79 on our way out, Its old computer was too heavy for me."

[swampybogg]

[shrews-art]

Ever here that's left in me is yours just as it was

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

pls pls heard me out...FIDDLESTAN! <3

ok, i got this ask ten days ago, and I've been thinking about it ever since. Because I got two other asks asking for fiddauthor, and I dON'T KNOW HOW TO LET THEM DOWN LIGHTLY BECAUSE I'M A FIDDLESTAN BITCH THROUGH AND THROUGH 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!

Don't get me wrong, fiddauthor is great and makes sense and everything. But listen. Billford and fiddauthor are multidimensional ships, they are good! But FIDDLESTAN!?!? that shit is the WHAT-THE-HECK-A-HEDRON!!!!!!! Even though it's literally 100% speculation, the implications are FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!! I jumped between three ships so far during this gravity falls thing, each time thinking one is better than the other. I've decided that FIDDLESTAN IS KING!!!!!! I'm sorry. I could rant about them forever. I've been listening to nothing but extended versions of disco music for the past week. (YES THEY HAD A CRAZY ROMANTIC FLING IN VEGAS NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE!!!! (yes i will. I will elaborate at some point. it will be like ten pages or text. or I will draw it. idk.))

Here is a sketchbook doodle from like a week ago. I'm gonna post another fiddlestan thing in a few moments, but my style changes like I'm a completely different artist every week without warning, so I'm gonna leave this by itself!

He comes into YOUR house, he steals YOUR identity, and he fucks YOUR research partner!!! Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!

[townofcrosshollow]

Shocked how many people think you can just turn on a computer and leave it on for weeks or months or years and never turn it off and it'll be fine. Computers need their sleep, and sleep mode does not count