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[the-scp-orientation]

I need yall to understand that I thought that my mic was set up correctly. I thought wrong. The audio kinda sucks? I'm still posting the pilot tomorrow, dont worry about that. I'm just warning yall that I did not realize my mic sounds like Shiit

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[anonauthorsworkshop]

me when I realize in the screenplay bit in the latest chapter ‘COMEDY MASK’ turns into ‘TRAGEDY MASK’ 💔💔

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[dino--draws]

Little doodled comic based on some scp tale dialogue (Whack-a-Mole, Time After Time Password) because this little losers high energy-unhinged swag was just asking for me to draw it lmao

Me when I test dialogue formatting and just general fuckin around

[tananansad]

sorry it's very funny to me how people vehemently reject the idea of the historical daevite empire actually just being this modern-day central asian country (scp-6140) because it doesn't fit their idea of this creepy big kingdom. you're so close to getting the point buddy keep trying harder

[blametheeditor]

Matter Of Opinion

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Character A and Character B, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Character C: Our turn, Character D! One, two, three- vanilla!

Character D, deadpan: I've never had cake.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of calling others 'pests'. Mentions of not having access to food. Mentions of getting sick from food.

Eggs deserved some time in the spotlight

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Eggs looks between Fritz and Caleb, a look of horror on his face. 

“I don’t know which one is worse. The favorite flavor being vanilla, or never having eaten cake before.” 

The redhead suddenly ducks his head as he shuffles in place, Fritz seeming more nervous rather than self-conscious, the excitement they rarely see vanishing within seconds. “Well, we don’t...cake isn’t exactly, accessible...” 

It takes a moment for the sentence to register. For Eggs to remember Caleb and Fritz are only a few inches tall in height. Not normal human children like the hordes of gremlins that come into the restaurants daily, but ‘borrowers’ that took a long time in order to trust those who can and have swept them into a hand. And only a select few at that.

He’ll admit, he forgets how different their lives are. Sure, they live at Freddy Fazbear’s, but they can’t exactly book a birthday party. Can’t sneak into the kitchen like Eggs does to steal a slice of pizza or cake. Sometimes he steals a whole pizza and cake. No one’s been able to stop him yet! 

The borrower’s life, though? They get caught by the wrong person, and cake will never be on the table. 

“I’m in the mood for cake,” James suddenly announces. “Want to help us make one?” 

The two react in almost polar opposites. Caleb immediately perks up at finally being allowed to try cake honestly they’re monsters never having offered it before. But Fritz shrinks into himself even more. 

��What kind of cake?” the younger borrower asks, strangling the absolutely miniscule plush bear they have never seen him without. Even though the toy should be washed considering the amount of dust Caleb and Fritz tend to accumulate from their travels. “Fredbear says we might not like peanut butter.” 

Oh fuck they really are monsters, Eggs is telling Scott the man is doing a shitty job as a father!

“Chocolate’s hard to go wrong with. And Jeremy will be happy to help us eat the rest.” 

Finally Fritz makes a long sigh. As if they’re boring the teenager. “You, you’re allowed to make a chocolate cake?” 

Eggs shares a look with James, the doctor raising his eyebrows to say he had been expecting that to be the reason the kid was hesitant. Which is unfair! One of them is a child psychiatrist and apparently that includes borrower children and the other isn't. The other is a geneous mechanic. 

Genious. Genus? Genius. 

Then again, that has been a running theme when it comes to Fritz and Caleb. Less so for the nine year old boy now that they’ve all known each other for about two months, but the older borrower didn’t warm up as quickly. Allows asks for permission before doing things other than borrowing, and that had been quite the discussion. Maybe they need to get Scott to hold another meeting. 

Eggs taps his chin before giving a wry smile, forcing his hands not to make large movements. “Let’s think about it this way. Jeremy wouldn’t tattle cause it’s chocolate cake. If Scott finds us, he won’t even be mad, just disappointed. Mike doesn’t give a shit. And Harrison can’t bitch cause it’s not his restaurant.” 

“I thought we agreed to leave the cursing to Mike,” James stage whispers. 

“Just don’t tell Scott,” the blond replies. 

That has Caleb giggling as Fritz visibly relaxes. “Okay. W-We'd like to help make a cake.” 

Eggs offers a hand palm up for the two. Can’t help a smile when neither hesitate to climb on, though he did forget they’re spider monkeys. Caleb’s darting up his arm almost immediately, almost missing grabbing the edge of the short sleeve to his uniform when Fritz swoops in for a rescue, scooping his brother up and finishing the climb. 

The blond has to stop a shiver from the odd feeling of his shoulder being walked on, looking at James to confirm both of them are safely there. He can’t exactly turn his head to check on them or else that might cause a big problem. 

The doctor gives a smirk. “Have you finally accepted you’re a glorified jungle gym?” 

“Hey I’m the greatest jungle gym you will ever meet, thank you!” 

He hears the worry in Fritz’s voice as he carefully follows James into the kitchen. “Do you mind we-?” 

“Shh, I’m proving I’m a badass tree. And another thing!” 

That earns him two quiet laughs from his shoulder while James shoos him away. “We’ll argue who’s the better tree later. Make yourself useful and find the cake mix.” 

Eggs makes his hand talk in time with the doctor’s words, but he also begins his search for the box required to make a certain cake that apparently neither of their resident borrowers have had the chance to eat. He’s actually a little curious how Fritz managed to get his hands on a piece of vanilla cake. 

With how careful the teenager is, he doesn’t think it was a proper crumb. It would’ve been from the floor. That hadn’t been cleaned in days. Hours after it was made and being exposed to the air that would’ve hardened it so it can’t even be considered cake anymore. 

Damn, he’s surprised the vanilla flavor could actually be tasted. 

“How do you make a cake?” Caleb pipes up. 

“See there’s something called chemical reactions.” 

“We are not teaching them chemistry,” James calls from the fridge. “You have to start with the scientific method.” 

Eggs sighs loudly as he snatches the cake mix out of the pantry, gently slamming the door closed. “Sorry Caleb, Dr. Stiller says we’re not allowed to have any fun.” 

“I think it’s safe to assume they don’t know what atoms are. Therefore are unfamiliar with molecules and bonding. I.e., educate them so they completely understand what a chemical reaction is.” 

Eggs will admit, he’s a bit jealous James can spout all that off at the same time he’s measuring out how much water they’ll need, the eggs and jar of icing waiting patiently next to a bowl. But ten bucks the doctor’s just showing off. “Nerd.” 

“To answer your question how you expected it,” James smirks, looking over Eggs’ shoulder which is rude, his eyes are- oh shit. Right. Caleb and Fritz are sitting there. “Eggs has cake mix that we add eggs and water with to make the batter. The icing is already made, so we just put it on the cake once it’s been baked.” 

“...you’re going into a cake?” Fritz asks, sounding so genuinely confused and worried Eggs can’t help but laugh. Not even James can help himself. “You just said Eggs!” 

The blond carefully grabs the two off his shoulder as he attempts to stifle his laughter, gently nudges Fritz’s shoulder at his embarrassed look, Caleb seeming just as confused. “Sorry, sorry. We’re not laughing at you, it was just funny. You two really do live in the walls, don’t you?” 

“We said we did,” the redhead defends, pulling his brother into a protective hug, and Eggs feels like an asshole. 

“We’re sorry for laughing,” James murmurs. 

“It was a dick move,” the blond agrees. He sets his hand down on the counter, Caleb leading Fritz off for the two to stand close together. It’s impossible to miss the blush on the older’s face despite his two inch stature. “Teasing went too far, we’ll be model gentlemen.” 

“That’ll last for ten minutes.” 

“Bet it’ll last twenty.” 

Fritz still doesn’t look up from his shoes, and Caleb refuses to give a smile, standing in solidarity with his brother. Now he really feels like an asshole. 

Eggs kneels down in order to be eye level with them. Snags an egg and sets it a respectful distance away so they don’t have to worry about it rolling them over. 

“This wonderful object is an egg. I’m named after a dish that requires multiple eggs called Eggs Benedict.” 

Finally green eyes look up to meet his gaze. “You’re, named after food?” 

“The greatest food of all time in my opinion,” he winks. 

Fritz shuffles in place. “So, that’s why they’re yelling your name all the time?” 

“Gets confusing, right?” Eggs shrugs. “The life of having the best name ever. But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” 

There’s the smile he was looking for. Still embarrassed from never connecting the dots, but they should’ve expected Fritz specifically to be unfamiliar with something like that. They haven’t exactly asked where the redhead’s lived before the restaurant. And they haven’t asked the two what they’ve eaten before, case in point the fact they’re currently making a cake. 

“And I know we’re assholes, but don’t hesitate to ask about anything else. James’ll know the answer.” 

“What am I, an encyclopedia?” 

“Ha! I don’t even know what that is!” 

“Eggs will have to ask me questions as well,” the doctor grumbles. He snatches the egg from Eggs ha and cracks it against the counter before putting the yolk in the bowl, tossing the shell into the trashcan before repeating the process with the second one. “Remember, when you’re dealing with eggs, always wash your hands when you’re finished.” 

Caleb looks up at Eggs happy to let James do all of the work. “Both kinds of eggs?” 

“Especially when dealing with that one.” 

“Hey!” 

“I’ll take it back if you add the water, mix, and stir.” 

That earns angry grumbles as Eggs opens the box, cutting the bag for the mix open in order to dump it into the bowl. Pours the water on top before mixing it all together. He glances down at the two borrowers to make sure he’s not spilling anything over them, grinning at the wide eyes watching the batter slowly come together. Reminds him of when each Eggling saw the magic of cooking and baking. 

He doesn’t notice James snagging the cake pan until he hears the sound of oil being sprayed, looking over to see the doctor standing at the opposite end of the kitchen. 

“What was that for?” Caleb asks. 

“That’s to keep the batter from sticking to the pan as it bakes.” Eggs shoos James away from the pan once it’s set down, pouring in the chocolate goodness in so the question can be focused on. “I sprayed it over there so you didn’t breathe it in.” 

“And how do you know to do that?” Fritz tags in. 

James brings the box of mix closer to them as he kneels down. Which excuse him Eggs needed to read the temperature for the oven. “We’re following this recipe. It told us how many eggs and how much water we needed. Tells us which pan to use, to spray it in baking oil, and this pan needs 425 degrees.” 

Eggs’ dramatic waving toward the oven pauses at the emphasized words, quick to put in the proper information so it starts preheating. Which they should’ve done first but hey! It’s an experience! And they are far from being master's at baking a cake. Or any baking in general. Might as well add cooking to that, too. 

With that done, he tiptoes over to the bowl. Grabs the spoon with the intent to eat the batter when he meets Caleb’s eyes watching with interest. 

He pivots so the spoon is offered to the little boy. “Want a taste?” 

Instead of trying it, Caleb looks up at James giving the batter a distrustful look. “Can we?” 

“...I’m trying to do mental calculations.” 

Eggs stares. “For...” 

“The effect salmonella could have on them,” the doctor says ominously. “Specially how likely it is based on their size to ours, and considering there’s two eggs-” 

“James, you’re scaring the kids,” Eggs whispers, sending a pointed look down at Fritz who seems three seconds away from snatching Caleb from the spoon. “It’s just a tiny sample! Literally!” 

“And I don’t have any good information on their health, how certain diseases can effect them, or-” 

“We d-don't get sick,” Fritz announces. “From food I mean.” 

Caleb nods his head in agreement. “We’ve eaten pizza humans got sick from, but we didn’t! Fredbear agrees, too!” 

Eggs watches as James has to fight with himself from either asking even more questions and possibly seeing if they can do a full exam, or to go against everything he’s learned from medical school and give the go ahead. Maybe it’s both. 

“One dip of your finger,” the doctor finally relents. 

Neither of them argue, following his request to the letter. Both of their eyes light up at the taste, meaning Eggs then takes the spoon back in order to lick the entire thing, earning a very disapproving look. 

“I hope you get salmonella.” 

“My name is Eggs. I’m part egg. It’d be impossible for me to get it.” 

“Oh really?” James begins. “Part egg, huh? Maybe we should put you into the next cake we make.” 

“You wish,” Eggs grins. “I would make the greatest cake ever.” 

A loud beeping announces the oven’s finally ready, the blond wiggling his fingers at James to put the cake in and set the timer. Leaving him with Fritz and Caleb watching him with worried looks. 

“Is there batter on my face?” 

“You’d, want to be part of a cake?” Fritz says almost too quietly to be heard. 

Well fuck. He keeps forgetting how terrifying that can sound due to them being able to end up in someone’s pizza or soda without any trouble. Which none of the guards would ever do if the two didn’t want that to happen. Excluding freak accidents, but they’ve all been working hard to be extra careful. 

“No one will ever go into a cake even if we could,” he smiles. Doesn’t admit that kind of sounds fun. And who else could say they’ve done something like that! Not to mention it’d be comedy gold! “James and I are just teasing.” 

Note to self, talk to Scott about what topics they should avoid. 

In their defense, this has been the first time Caleb and Fritz have been out for more than just a few minutes. They pop in every now and then, but only when the restaurant is closed with every other person on staff home. Get a little too antsy when they’re out in the open for two long. Have stuck to a fairly strict ‘curfew’ for Friday nights when everyone is here. 

They’ll figure it out! Slowly but surely. Seriously, Scott’s slacking on his dad duties, he’s supposed to make sure all of his children get along together! 

James appears after being gone way too long for just putting the cake in the oven. And to Eggs’ horror, he sees the bowl of left over batter missing. He wasn’t done eating from that! “The cake will be done in about 10 minutes. Do you three want to go find Jeremy and let him know?” 

“Were we not going to tell Scott?” 

Eggs almost jumps at Scott’s voice. One that sounds a little upset. Turning around, he confirm it’s a very disappointed look being aimed toward them. But, it’s not angry. Soooo, that’s a win! 

Now how to get out of this alive... 

“Surprise! Happy Birthday!” 

Scott’s frown turns into a glare shit. “Good guess. Now you’ve got 364 more to go.”

“We were making a cake for Fritz and Caleb,” James quickly explains, gesturing to said frozen borrowers. “It was our idea, not there's.” 

“I would assume so,” Scott continues to glare. “They can’t exactly grab the ingredients and put it into the oven without help.” 

“Th-They were being nice!” Fritz calls across the vast expanse that is the kitchen. “They said you, you w-wouldn't be upset.” 

“They wanted me to try cake for the first time!” Caleb adds. 

Just as Eggs thought would happen, Scott melts. Because he’s just like David, pretending to not care about anything or anyone, but is actually a complete and utter softy. 

“You’re welcome for doing your job as a father,” Eggs sneers. 

And just like that, he fucked himself royally. “Eggs, either start running, or I’m getting Vince.” 

Oh shit. “Bring it, Fossil!” 

Scott bristles before taking a deep breath. “After the cake is done. And please dear God tell me you made sure Caleb and Fritz were safe the entire time.” 

“Entire time,” James butts in, putting a hand over Eggs mouth so he can’t say anything else that will incriminate them. Which doesn’t look suspicious in the slightest. 

It only earns them an eye roll as Scott walks closer to investigate the crime scene, a smile appearing as the two borrowers give hellos. “Have you been keeping them in line?” 

Caleb rapidly nods his head. “We also learned Eggs is a food and they’re used in recipes!”

That’s when Scott seems to finally realize what ‘never having cake before’ actually means. That the two are missing out on more than just deserts. Fritz had been adamant on day one that they wanted to continue borrowing and getting their own food, but with this revelation gently coaxing out an agreement that sometimes they can help out might be needed. Cake is one thing, but they’re both just kids. They’d all like to make sure their resident borrowers are taken care of for as long as they live at Freddy Fazbear’s. 

He’s pretty sure James has a nerdy reason to add on the ‘why’s’. 

“I’ll grab Jeremy so you don’t skip out on any other lessons, deal?” 

“Deal!” they chirp. Caleb ecstatic the cake is almost finished. Fritz relieved they aren’t in trouble. 

Eggs offers his hands as he nods toward the oven. “Want to go see what it looks like?” 

Both of them immediately perk up and dart into his palms. Right as Caleb moves to pull the same stunt from before and climb up his arm, Fritz manages to catch his brother with a battle cry, laughing as a squeal emits. “Oh no you don’t!” 

No time is wasted walking to the baking cake at that, quick to hold up his hands as Caleb manages to worm out of Fritz’s grasp in order to keep the little boy from making a break for his shoulder. Not that he minds! He just can’t see the awed expressions from the favored perch! 

Honestly, it’s adorable how both of them are absolutely entranced by the rising cake. Not wanting to look away even with the sound of Jeremy running into the kitchen. 

“It’s ch-ch-chocolate, right?” 

Eggs raises his eyebrows when Fritz doesn’t jump at the stuttering guard’s voice, only turning to wave in greeting. “Of course, Jer. We’re not monsters.” 

Jeremy gives him a look he thinks is supposed to be a glare after returning Fritz’s wave. “Y-You’d make a vanilla one j-j-j-just to spite me.” 

“...alright that does sound like me.” 

“Where’s the b-batter?” 

“Eggs ate it all,” James says, the blond sputtering as Jeremy immediately turns on him. 

“You jerk!” 

“I did not it was James who put it in the sink!” 

“I can’t trust e-e-e-either of you!” 

“Enough!” Scott suddenly yells, sending all of them glares. “Caleb and Fritz don’t deserve all of you shouting around them. If you’re going to fight, do it in the dining room. And no instigating, James.” 

Right. He forgot about tiny ears. Ones currently having equally tiny hands covering them as they stare up at the giants surrounding them on all sides. But slightly good news? There’s no fear, just apprehension! 

That’s when the timer goes off, everyone but James backing away so the doctor can grab the cake out of the oven. “Uh, sorry about that.” 

“It’s okay,” Fritz offers as he drops his hands, Caleb following suit. “At least you’re not as loud as Mr. Harrison.” 

Wise words. Caleb agrees, nodding sagely. 

Before they can continue bashing on David, James opens the can of frosting, earning everyone’s attention. That’s when he shakes his head. “You can eat it when it’s on the cake. Everyone already had batter with a side of salmonella.” 

Jeremy squawks. “I d-didn't!” 

“You gave the kids uncooked batter?” Scott demands. 

“Oh well look at the time,” Eggs begins, setting his hands on the counter to let Fritz and Caleb off before backing away slowly from the ticking timebomb. “I should go...” 

“A great way to out yourself. Because a doctor would’ve advised against it.” 

“Fredbear said they’d be fine,” the blond counteracts. 

That shuts Scott up. Because the man wouldn’t be a heartless bastard and tell Caleb Fredbear isn’t real. Eggs is definitely getting his ass kicked later but for now he’s safe. Maybe. 50/50 chance Vincent’s going to be summoned. 

James clears his throat. “Who’s helping with the icing?” 

“M-Me,” Jeremy quickly volunteers. Before he grabs a knife, he sets his own hand in front of the borrowers, both of them immediately climbing all the way up to his shoulder. This time Caleb has no trouble with the long sleeve providing plenty of handholds to grab onto. Once they’re both tucked close to his neck, the stuttering guard starts on icing the cake. 

Eggs quickly darts to James’ side as Scott walks closer, hiding behind the doctor as a glare is shot toward him. But he’s not chased, so he’s been allowed to survive for another day. Or maybe just thirty more minutes. 

He will say, Jeremy’s pretty good on coating a still warm cake, none of it coming off onto the knife. He’s also talented in the ways of not throwing borrowers off of his shoulder as he works. 10 out of 10, would choose Jeremy’s shoulder if he was borrower size. 

“N-N-Now how many slices d-do we need?” 

“Think Mike wants some?” James asks. 

“Give him a small one,” Scott says as he grabs a few paper plates with the word 'Celebrate!’ decorating it. Quite fitting considering this is an occasion to celebrate. “And make David’s as big as yours, Jeremy.” 

They end up with seven slices all together. James covers what’s left of the cake as Eggs is laden with four plates, Jeremy oh so courteous to hold the door out of the kitchen open for him and Scott. Sadly he does not slam it on James’ face. 

David gives a questioning look as a large slice is slid in front of him where he sits at a table. “This is what you all disappeared for?” 

“You don’t want cake?” Eggs smirks, reaching out to take it away. The business man doesn’t hesitate to move it out of the blond’s grasp with a glare daring he tries to complete the threat. 

Scott sets the two plates he brought onto the table, nodding toward the hallway Jeremy’s leading Mike out of. “Fritz and Caleb never had chocolate cake before.” 

David goes still. If Eggs didn’t know any better, he’d say there’s concern in the hazel eyes that once looked at the borrowers with nothing but loathing. He doesn’t say anything as everyone finds a seat, but he doesn’t start eating his share until Fritz and Caleb are gifted with a full slice that’s taller and longer than they are. 

Eggs can’t help watching them each take a bite. Grinning as Caleb looks up with pure amazement on his face. “Humans get to eat this all the time?” 

Right. They live at a children’s party center. “Not all the time. Usually for birthdays and holidays.” 

Fritz looks like he wants to ask something but catches himself. “Thank you for sharing one with us.” 

David suddenly leans forward, his hands clasped together like he’s in the middle of making a business deal. “I heard you never had chocolate cake before.” 

Caleb nods, unaffected by the scrutiny, but his brother hunches down into himself. “It’s Cay’s first time eating cake at all.” 

Scott sends David a suspicious look, unsure where this will be taken. He’s only given a glance as the redhead’s focused on. “Are there other things you have yet to try?” 

Now Eggs is confused on where this is going. He thought David was going to try and be a dick, using this as a way to prove the two are ‘pests’ of some sort. His tone isn’t hostile, but it’s not gentle either. It kind of feels like an interrogation. 

“I, uh, c-can't really give a list,” Fritz replies. Having the all too familiar look of wanting to bolt. A hand on the bag he carries everywhere. “You’ve all shared pizza with us, and we’ve had that before. We’ve had fries and lettuce. But...I-I don’t really keep great track.” 

“Are there certain foods you don’t know about?” 

“Yes,” the teenager admits, his face growing red all over again. 

Eggs’ announcement of David being a grade-a douche bag is stopped when the business man turns to Scott. “Didn’t you say you’d be watching over them?” 

“Want to clarify, David?” is growled back. 

“I mean the kids aren’t exactly being cared for like you agreed to do for them,” the business man sighs. And holy shit he does care about Fritz and Caleb. “If I remember correctly, they entrusted you to keep them safe and healthy. I’m no doctor, but I think it’s safe to say they’re not getting the nutrients they need.” 

Scott stares at David for a moment. And while it’s definitely said with an air of arrogance, there’s actual concern lying underneath. Which is something he’d never thought he’d see from their resident douche bag of all people. What did he say! Secretly a giant softy!

“They also said they wanted to continue borrowing.” 

“I didn’t say they had to stop,” David counters with an eye roll. “I thought you are William's right-hand man. You’ve seen plenty of contracts. Get the pests warm food every now and then. You’re not giving handouts, you’re keeping them healthy and treating them with things they couldn’t have before. They have you as a benefactor, and yet I bet letting them eat cake for the first time wasn’t your idea.” 

Eggs makes a quite ‘oooooo’ sound as Scott doesn’t seem to have a comeback. The best part though is the fact David’s not even smug. This shit’s better than his soap operas! 

Even Fritz doesn’t have anything to say. He half expected the older borrower to protest and argue about needing to do things themselves, repeating the speech they’re all familiar with. But David’s a business man through and through, and damn did he find the loopholes. 

Then again, the agreement had been made by a desperate teenager, but credit’s due where credit’s due. 

“Fritz?” 

The two borrowers look at each other. Then they look at David who only waits patiently for a reply, not a hint of a degrading smirk on his face. 

“I don’t...disagree.” 

“Wonderful. Which means you need to step it up, Scott. Try and aim for them giving James permission to take their vitals or whatever the hell doctor’s do.” 

AAAAAnd he ruined it, even Caleb looking a bit scared at what’s being implied. 

“That’s a discussion for another time,” Scott soothes. “We’ll never force either of you to do anything you don’t want. But I’ll get Eggs and James to help out with letting you try new things.” 

Fritz looks at the slice beside him that guaranteed will be given to Jeremy to finish before smiling. “Okay.” 

“Fredbear says David wants to ‘accidentally’ drop frosting on us,” Caleb prophesizes. 

“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW THAT!” 

“DAVID!"

[radiomogai]

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SCPjectum

An objectum label for those who are attracted to the Secure, Contain, Protect objects

[rottingraisins]

it kinda sucks that you hc a canonically pansexual character as gay (clef)

i deliberated not answering this one bc i dont rlly mean to get into representation discourse or w/e during pride month of all things but i think the sentiment behind it is very fair so i feel bad ignoring it.

firstly, i think it needs to be said that clefs "canon" romantic orientation is very much just, whatevers funniest or most poignant for what youre trying to do with him. i understand the sentiment, there are characters in scp who are queer in a very specific and straightforward way where i'd also be upset if people erased that about them, but clef is not that guy. he is probably the single most contradictory character across the entire wiki, and everyones got a bit of their own take on him.

secondly, to defend my own take a little, i don't even really see clef as strictly homoromantic. i think when applying queer labels to fictional characters one tends to kind of treat them as these ontological, prescriptive truths, rather than how labels are used in real life, by the individual themselves to approximate their lived experience.

what i'm trying to say is i don't think clef the character, at least the version of him i'm most fond of, the fifty something year old reformed casual homophobe from resurrection and co, really knows what the term "pansexual" means, or "mlm", or "demiromantic", which are other words i'd use to describe him if i were using the prescriptive approach.

i think clefs relationship to romance is deeply complicated and not something he spends a lot of time really thinking about, and in practice, despite the theroretical breadth of his capacity to be attracted to other people, he's really only attracted to men, which is to say one particular man who also just so happens to be dead, so there's no point in really dwelling on it.

[homeofhousechickens]

SCP-■■■■■ Beeper

Object Class- Euclid

Special containment procedures-

Scp-■■■■■ is to be kept inside a normal indoor living area and fed a species appropriate diet daily along with daily water changes. Scp-■■■■■ is to be contained along with experienced caregivers who are self aware of the influence of Scp-■■■■■.

Description-

Scp-■■■■■ is what appears to be a normal specimen of the species gallus domesticus, specifically the bantam variety of the buff Brahma breed. Scp-■■■■■ is perceived to be notably cuter than other members of its breed and species.

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Scp-■■■■■ Beeper

Object Class- Keter

Description-

Scp-■■■■■ "Beeper" is a small chicken, a Cognitohazard, and a self perpetuating mematic virus with the potential to cause an EP-Class "Thought Tyrant" Scenario.

When a piece of visual media showing Scp-■■■■■ is viewed by a person, they begin to feel intense love and affection towards Scp-■■■■■. Victims of this affect will also feel a compulsion to share this media with others, specifically close friends and family who will then perpetuate cycle.

Viewers who do not have a resilience to cognitohazardious effects may also begin to incorporate strange rituals, language changes, and chants to their daily life while continuing to feel a strong compulsion to share media of Scp-■■■■■. People who are affected that have become informed and self-aware of Scp-■■■■■'s effects are able to think clearly but are still compelled to share media. The foundation believes this is a way for the Scp to always have adequate care that isn't completely befuddled by their anomalous properties.

Special containment procedures-

Scp-■■■■■ must be kept inside a normal indoor living area alongside its caretakers and other members of its species. Scp-■■■■■ must be given daily water changes and fed an adequate species appropriate diet. No steps should be taken to limit the spread of Scp-■■■■■ I mean why would you want to? She is so cute and fluffy. Don't you want to hold her and pet her? She is so cute and nice. I'm sure she would love a little treatie or kissy from you. Your mother loves cute animals. You are sure she would love this picture of Beeper where she looks so sweet. We don't know what she is. A little bird like her couldn't hurt anyone, really? I mean, just look at her, look at her, she is perfect, and she must be shared. I'm sure my friends also want to see her. Her little feathered feet are so adorable. Look at her. I love how she eats her chicken feed. Her beak is immaculate, and her feathers are so soft. She isn't a chicken.  I think I'm going to tell my grandparents about her. They love chickens, and they have their own coop. I'm sure they would love Beeper. I love Beeper.

[tsel-bas]

Welcome To The Factory!

Basic Information:

(Warning this is a very long post)

!NO RADQUEERS PLEASE!

!THIS IS NOT SELLING HEADMATES AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SYSTEM HOPPING/TRAVELLING!

We are a factory that creates/helps create different parts of systems! Whether that be a singular headmate, a group, a sisasystem, a headspace, a sentispace or something else! We can’t create entire systems themselves though, that’s up to you and your abilities in Willogenic practices!

We want to work alongside other blogs like this one and help the community! We want to help you fill out your system, and maybe even help other headmates to finish forming and grasp a sense of identity for systems that may or may not be interested in creation.

If we don’t know a lot about what you want, which we might not but will provide a list of things we are knowledgeable in, then we hope you will provide a bit of extra information! We will do most of the research ourselves though!

Information about requests will be below!

Templates:

You can provide areas of information that you would like or fill out one of these templates! All can be edited and randomized at request.

Individual Headmate:

Name(s):

Pronouns:

Gender Identity:

Sexual/Romantic Orientation:

Preferred Terms:

Age:

Role:

Type:

Source: (Will always be this blog, unless you request a introject, but will include us saying that we practically “edited” said introject)

Description:

Faceclaims:

+ Any extra information you’d desire! (Likes, dislikes, etc.)

Can be randomized/dealers choice on request.

Group Of Headmates:

Same as above, but with multiple versions for different, individual headmates to form in a group. Often based around a theme, but can be otherwise. Can be randomized/dealers choice on request.

Sidesystems:

Similar to a group, but is placed outside the main system. May or may not have a way to access them. Can be based off themes or be completely individual and independent from one another. Can be randomized/dealers choice on request.

Subsystem:

Similar or the same as a group or sidesystem. But is usually within a certain headmates own consciousness. If you would like to include one of your already existing headmates into the system please let us know. May or may not be themed. May or may not have a collective identity. Can be randomized/dealers choice on request.

Name(s):

Pronouns:

Age Range:

Role(s):

Type(s):

Non-Sentient Headspace:

This requires descriptions to help with visialization.

Ecosystem(s):

Structure(s):

Weather:

Day/Night Cycle? (Yes/No/Always Day/Always Night):

Time Flow (Normal, different?)

+Any extra information you’d like to include

Can be randomized/dealers choice on request.

Sentispace:

Name(s):

Age:

Gender Identity:

Sexual/Romantic Orientation:

Type:

Role:

+Any extra requested information

Can be randomized/dealers choice on request.

What We Will Or Will Not Do:

We Will/Can Do:

Things based off of most aesthetics, gore/horror themes and such will have trigger/content warnings for those who are sensitive to such content.

Things relating to subjects we are somewhat knowledgeable about. Such as: Minecraft + MCYTs (DSMP/QSMP, etc.), Subnautica, Slime Rancher, Stardew Valley, Pokémon, The Legend of Zelda (Mostly botw/totk), Books, Space, Animals, Legos, Anime, The Backrooms, SCP Foundation, and more.

Things that will require a little bit of research from us, basically things we aren’t that knowledgeable about.

Nonhuman/Alterhuman related things

Can add disso and Aldernic terms upon request

+More

Won't/Cant Do

Anything related to real people (Factives), Such as celebrities, Minecraft youtubers (Will do their characters, just not the person themselves), and people you know.

Anything offensive, like based off of slurs and such that we most definitely cannot reclaim.

SA/SH/ED related things

Radqueer/TransID/TransX related things

+More

We Have The Right to Deny/Delete Any Request We Receive. Especially If They Are Sent In When Requests Are Closed.

We Will Have A Maximum Of 5 (Five) Requests.

There Is Only One System As A Mod Here. We Ask Of You To Be Patient With Us. We Will Include Any Requests We Currently Below:

Current Requests: 4/5 (Four of Five) Ògregulator Little Homura - Madoka Magica Mitzi The Luna Moth Squishable Ostentatia Wallace - Dimension 20

Claimed Tags: -🩸Anon -🦷 Anon

[the-scp-orientation]

we are here! Come listen to the pilot on Spotify and YouTube! Please!

[olderthannetfic]

The Kinsey Scale is deeply obnoxious to me because of how often it gets trotted out by people who insist that you can't be, for instance, bisexual but homoromantic, or asexual and biromantic, etc. It doesn't help that I also see it brought up to debate character's sexualities who are 14 and have had exactly two crushes as if this is scientific fact supporting the thesis statement of the essay that's been written about Blorbo's orientation. My [redacted] in Christ, sexuality isn't about numbers, it's about how someone identifies and feels. And while a lot of people will get mad at this statement, it's possible for your orientation to change over time. Sometimes you go through life thinking you're straight and life pulls a plot twist in your 50's. Sometimes you think you're gay and then life cackles in the face of your certainty and now you're into a woman. And I'll save you my rants on how attraction to NB people is turned into "oh so attraction to women" by a lot of people, as if NB = AFAB and AFAB = girl automatically.

"But if you're not a 0-1 on the Kinsey Scale that's not-" Shush. No. People get to choose their own identities. "But romance is the same as sexual attraction-" Wrong. Incorrect. Ace people are heterosexuals in sheep's clothing trying to sneak into queer spaces. "Well it's not gay to be attracted to a man if he's trans-" if that's what you need to tell yourself to get through your crush on your trans coworker, fine, but that's not a universal denial. Some of us just made our peace with ourselves instead of pulling off the intense mental gymnastics needed to say 'it's not queer for a man to be into a man'. "I mean NB is woman-lite-" please retire from speaking. Take a vow of silence until you get some sense in you.

I think a big part of this is surviving the hellscape that is the SCP Foundation fandom losing their shit about a pairing that was M/NB wherein magic fundamentally obscured the NB's AGAB and current genitalia from our knowledge. Cue "the science says" and endless, relentless arguments about if you could actually call the M in that pairing queer or gay or straight. Cue pouring over the archives to see if the author mentioned the M's other dating partners so we can see if he's actually gay or straight. You know, because no one's ever gone on a date they weren't into and your dates therefore determine your orientation.

People can break the scale just by having romance without attraction or not being a binary gender or dating someone who's NB or a thousand other things. It was a progressive theory for its' day. We've moved forward since then.

--

...

You know it's a scale from sexuality research, right? It's survey checkboxes, not a statement about how identity works. Frequently, it has been used more precisely to ask where someone is on the scale in desire for sex, in desire for romance, in actual level of experience with partners, etc.

But no, it's not the be-all, end-all of explaining sexuality.

[nihonio]

Character Summary: VÍCTOR PENZ

FULL NAME

Víctor Penz

ALIAS • "Lighthouse" (callsign) • Vic (general), kid (general) • Blondie (by Rex), goldilocks (by Rex)

AGE • 22-24 (beginning) • 30-35 (current)

DATE OF BIRTH • July 22nd

PLACE OF BIRTH • Villa Gessel, Buenos Aires, Argentina

NATIONALITY • Argentinean

TRAINING

• National University of the Arts, Buenos Aires. Visual Arts Orientation. • Universal Training Courses for New Agents at the Foundation. • Basic Training Course for SWAT units provided by the FBI. • Advanced Orientation and Field Assessment Course (FBI).

RELEVANT EXPERIENCE

• Management and containment during Incident 097-20██, La Boca, Buenos Aires. • Field work and non-anomalous interventions, SCP Foundation. • Incident-146 "Fungicides," 201█, Site-████.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES •Spanish (main) •English (second language) •Portuguese (limited)

PSYCHOLOGICAL REPORT

The phrase "it's like talking to a wall" was a bit of an understatement at first. This boy has been quite a challenge, at least for the first few sessions. He refuses to answer when I ask him about his life prior to the Foundation. I don't consider pushing him to be an alternative; instead, this becomes a matter of rapport, either that or…. Let him get used to seeing me at the end of each week on his calendar.

Fortunately, the time and effort invested paid off. I went through trial and error until I was able to engage in a fluid conversation with him, but I finally did it. We were able to talk about his first months of training and his current situation at work, although he still refuses to answer some questions from time to time. […] I was not able to find out much about his colleagues and his relationship with them, but he did tell me that it was around this time that he met specialist Steffano "Seams" González, who was one of the instructors in his group. He seemed oblivious as to why the fellow agent took an interest in him, but implied that the standard training and living conditions at Site-28 were not of his liking. (Aggravated by his history/maladaptive behavior?)

He came to some sort of agreement with Site management, and is now living and training with González. Reading his previous records, it seems that this change has helped him psychologically. He seems more relaxed than in previous interviews conducted when he first came in, but he still does not seem completely comfortable during our sessions.

His first field operation was recently, and he had no problem talking in great detail about what happened, how they dealt with the situation, and about his teammates. At least until he realized that, according to him, he was rambling. It was the only moment during the interview where a topic genuinely sparked his interest.

Slowly, he is adapting to his new life and it sounds like his instructor is helping with the necessary encouragement. I will have to keep trying to find out more in the next interview.

— Dr. William T. Falcone, Department of Psychology.

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APPEARANCE Blond male, 169cm, weighing about 97kgs (214lbs). Fair skinned with freckles all over the body. Wears glasses. Usually seen donning baggy or sports-like clothing. Has fourteen (14) piercings located through the body (nine located in the ears, three in the face, one in the navel). Posseses a tattoo depicting a lighthouse over a stormy sea covering up to the right scapula to the upper part of the latissimus dorsi. — Surg. Steffano Damiano González, SHRP Head.

STORY SUMMARY

He was part of an isolated group of anartists during his university years, becoming directly involved with works and exhibitions. The subsequent separation from this group ended up launching his career at the Foundation. After collaborating to avoid an anomalous catastrophe during an exhibition, Penz was enrolled as an agent and sent to Site-28 to begin his training.

Standing out for his more artistic vision in problem solving and his physical performance during his career, he caught the attention of the then trainer and agent Steffano Gonzalez, who sponsored him for several years under an experimental project inspired by US military mentoring.

Participating in advanced training in tactical response and special hazards suppression, he was able to lay his foundations as an auxiliary member of Mobile Detachments during his inclusion in the particular SHRP (Special Hazards Response Protocols) group financed by the Foundation.

Due to his art education, during his years working at Site-28 he discovered his vocation for the exploration of anomalous terrain and buildings where it was regarded necessary to capture them in drawings. This, and his previous knowledge earned him a place as a consultant in the Department of Anomalous Art after the retirement of his professor.

He is currently in charge of SHRP, where he coordinates most of the operations. He works at irregular periods in the Anomalous Art Department, teaching classes for agents and recruits within the organization and is constantly on the move for his collaboration with other Sites and Departments where visual records are required during scans and raids.

ADDITIONAL READING: SHRP series hub written by me and oniricshogunsoldier SCP-ES-222 written by Eduteck

[entomo-maniac]

who tf is Naya?

This will be the last time I talk about this because I'm genuinely tired and sick of her and this situation.

Naya (nayafenix15/nayadefenix/darknesssanthia) was an artist for the scp fandom, particularly, she made fanarts of scp-076, scp-2369, and scp-049 under her au called "holly holly nightmare", which also included her ocs and other people's.

Since 2020/2021, people who post under the scp-076 tag were constantly harassed, one of these persons being Naya. While the first stalker may have been real*, the others shared the same speech pattern, Christian fundamentalist, Brazilian-Portuguese, etc. (Note that this part is mostly a second-hand story since I was somewhat separated from the fandom at this time).

*apparent message from the first hater

Now about she has done:

She created several accounts to harass the artist ItaliaNinjArtist, who made art of scp-076 x oc.

She sent an edited image of her face, in which real male genitalia appeared, to a minor, she tried to defend herself by saying that the person she sent the photo to was a 21-year-old*, In addition to sending several questions to this same minor mentioning human trafficking. She also followed this minor in twitter using her NSFW account.

*This can be partially true, as the 21-year-old was J.T. Weird-BrainRot (mentioned by Naya herself), as they were close at some point, but I don't know the extent of their relationship.

She send an ask to another minor, talking about incest related to the religious counterparts of scp-076 and 073, she also made rude and snarky comments everytime this minor posted something, It should be noted that she did the same with the previously mentioned minor. She also started following this minor under the account darknesssanthia, which was a heavily oriented NSFW account.

She victimized himself in private messages, again, to minors, telling her side of the story, which was extremely distorted to make her not look bad. I don't know how many minors are involved in this, but there are at least 4.

Drawn/reblog art of the old version of scp-166, which we all know this version was an extremely sexualized representation of a minor.

She also had a separate account posing as her cousin to ask herself to make nsfw art about the oc someone who was a minor.

For me, she left awkward and inappropriate comments, the most notable one I can mention was her asking me if I was going to get my period, In addition to leaving several comments of hatred towards 073 in the publications that I made in Spanish, it should be noted that this hatred was completely founded by the version of the Bible of this character.

All this is what I have been able to compile in what has been this month and last.

I am currently receiving several messages from her from different accounts, the ones I have blocked are:

betsyqueenn, canceledbybitcheslikeyou, quenniesalyerr and enocthethott.

[theflaggerrrr]

" Anesxic "

An orientation for when one's attraction to women-aligned individuals can be only understood from the point of view of an anomaly, in the context of an SCP.

" Anauptic "

An orientation for when one's attraction to men-aligned individuals can be only understood from the point of view of an anomaly, in the context of an SCP.

" Anisamous "

An orientation for when one's attraction to men-aligned and woman-aligned individuals can be only understood from the point of view of an anomaly, in the context of an SCP.

These were made with SCP fictionkins in mind, but anybody can use it.

Note: I hope this makes sense, I can provide more context if needed.

[ID: A transparent image that says "Willy holds no DNI, but is not afraid to block." with a picture of the account's mascot (mentioned in the introduction) upside down.]