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Hello. If you see this post, it means that you are currently following either an archived or forgotten blog of mine (Writer). A list of current blogs and active muses will be under the cut. After today, I will be cutting ties/deleting session box logins for everything save the @archiveandhiatusmainofwriter, and the future session box for @truly-quirkless.

@toshinoris-spouse - Current Main Blog (No muse, OOC nonsense)

@reflections-of-mobius - Under the main. Muses: Arwen Conch the Cat-Bat (OC), Cinnamon "Cinn" Curl the Cheetah-Fox (SI), Fin Floss Freja the Galago (OC), Mephiles "Murk" the Dark (Canon), Node Dust Gate the Fennec Fox (SI), Shadow "Rust" the Hedgehog (Canon), Sonic "Bless" the Hedgehog (Canon), Strawbeet/Barry the Quokka (Canon), Tempest Mirror Lock (OC/SI), Dark Gaia "Tenebrosity" (Canon).

@truly-quirkless - Currently under the main. Hoping to move eventually to its own URL so I can follow independently from there. Muses: Toshinori Yagi (Canon), Finley Well (SI).

Other URLS are for non-RP accounts, and will thus not be shared since I assume this will only be reblogged to my RP blogs.

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[ @chopperpirate || Liked for a starter!]

Kalem was quiet. They had seen many things in the IKEA since they first gained sentience... But this was taking the cake (and immediately burning it).

“... Hello?” Their voice was gravelly, raspy. They prayed the other wouldn’t reply, was just some animal... That would be a nicer thing. Then, the other wouldn’t be able to realize just what disaster they’d gotten themself into. “.... Do you know where you are...?”

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I’ll be going to work soon, but here’s a soft starter call for Kalem as I get back into the muse!

[Please be sure to read my rules before interacting if you’re just scrolling the tags and found this!]

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look after my muse!

🔥my muse is feverish

🤕 my muse is high on painkillers

🤢 my muse has an upset stomach

👻 my muse scrapes their knee

🥣 my muse needs help eating

👟 my muse collapses

🌜my muse is exhausted after a long day

🌫️ my muse is dizzy

🚨 my muse has a headache

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Reblog if you RP a character from the SCP Foundation.

Genderbents and OCs welcome.

Find your fandom here.

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It Begins!

If you’d like a starter, either hit the like or reblog button! Make sure to specify which muses you want (Isaac, Jacobs or SCP 035) or I’ll pick at random. Multi-Muses, please specify what muse you’d like it written for!

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"I see no Lifts."

"... And if you're lucky, you never will."

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Thank you for reading the rules, Bun! As per usual, I have read yours in turn- sounds like you've got some madness with the PTSD-magnet and the mask SCP... I look forward to interacting with you!! ^^

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Headcanons - 2

This one actually came about a little while back when my brother and I were walking through the mall and joking about SCP-3008. In Kalem’s SCP-3008, the building is not limited to being an IKEA store. There are actually merging areas many, many miles from one another (think multi-month journey for a regular person) where the IKEA suddenly changes into a mall, or a clothing store, or literally any store imaginable.

There are rumors of ‘infinite malls’ and whatnot amongst those who live in the IKEA section of SCP-3008, but no one ever has proof, so those rumors remain rumors... Save Kalem, who actually lives a few miles from one of these ‘merging’ zones. The Staff remain mostly the same, save that they don whatever uniform is necessary for whatever section they’re in.

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Alright boo, lazy self-promo go!

So, Who among you fancy interacting with this demon-boi of mine?

Well if at all curious, do feel free to drop a line and if your willing, maybe pass this on with a reblog or two for any other potential RP partners who might be interested. I generally am easy going, accepting canons, OCs, crossovers bring it all on! I’ve been roleplaying now for at least 9+ years now and I still suck at it! How’s that for quality!?

Got a question? Fire away at me. Thank you!

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[ @pollyannisms || Liked for a starter!]

They hadn’t anticipated being outside Lifts this late. The lights had cracked off less than two minutes prior. The calm iterations of the Staff were ignored as Kalem slashed out their spear. A hand was sent flying, disconnected from its body. The Staff continued with its statement, as if nothing were wrong.

“The store is now closed. Please calmly leave the premises.” They growled in return. The spear went straight through the Staff’s blank face.

“Stay.” Yeah, that had been even weirder. Finding another out and about- so close to night. They slashed the head off the Staff, and the body fell to the floor. They turned, already beginning to sprint. “Follow me!” Their staff was at their side, ready for the next Staff, if another chose to attack. They just had to make it back to Lifts, and they’d both be fine- hopefully.

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Headcanons - 1

A few headcanons about Kalem’s SCP-3008, because I was playing the Roblox version with my brother last night:

The furniture in SCP-3008 is all anomalous. It has an odd tendency to stick to fellow furniture items like it’s made of steel.

There are nights in the IKEA that are called ‘Blood Nights’ or ‘Red Nights’ by the regular survivors. They aren’t terribly common, but when they happen, there are usually a LOT more Staff around than normal- and they’re stronger/faster than usual, too.

The regular food sources in IKEA are: ice cream, soda, chips, lemons, water bottles, spaghetti, pizza, cheeseburgers, bananas, and apples.

Any furniture that requires being plugged in to a pipe or wire (lights, bathtubs, etc.) all somehow work despite not being plugged into anything.

There ARE cities built along the walls of the IKEA- but the cities themselves seem to constantly move.

HEADCANONS THAT INVOLVE KALEM DIRECTLY:

SCP-3008 is constantly making new Staff to replace the ones that die.

Any child born in SCP-3008 displays at least some Staff properties, very few display all (Kalem displays several but not all).

This is because SCP-3008 nearly used the unborn child to create another Staff but realized the incompatibility before it could complete the reformation.

SCP-3008 can also create new Staff from human corpses (another reason why all corpses have to be removed after a Staff raid from the city affected).

Have a screenshot from the game (bro is standing in front of our hideous amalgamation of a base shortly before we both logged off):

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Send 🎶 for a set of lyrics I associate with my muse.

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[I’m gonna go hunting for RP partners in the future promise-

But for now, if you want a starter from me, please interact with this post and I’ll type something out when I get around to it!]

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SEND ME A NUMBER AND HELP ME DEVELOP MY CHARACTER!

01:  A memory from your character’s childhood

02:  A memory from your character’s teenage years

03:  A memory from your character’s career

04:  A memory that your character cherishes

05:  A memory that your character wishes to erase  

06:  Something that makes your character angry

07:  Something that makes your character happy

08:  Something that makes your character laugh

09:  Something that frightens your character

10:  Something that turns your character on

11:  Describe your character’s childhood friend

12:  Describe your character’s parents

13:  Describe your character’s former lover

14:  Describe your character’s present best friend

15:  Describe your character’s worst enemy

16:  What your character does on a day of

17:  What kind of books your character reads

18:  What kind of music your character likes

19:  What your character does when they wake up

20:  What your character is like at social events

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[Open Starter]

Dragging. A sound that echoed through the vast space, bouncing off fur and mat and metal alike. It was a high, grating sound- wood sliding along a marble floor, its mover refusing to let it remain. There was a veiled curse before the couch was hefted upright, pulled over the being’s head- that was when something slipped out of the cushion. They paused, dark gray eyes flashing to the thing as it hit the floor with a rather loud CRCK. They lowered the couch with minimal effort, resting it close by and cautiously stepping closer to the damaged device.

It looked similar to one of those drones that soared overhead every other month or so (was it month? They were losing track of the days). Their fingers reached out, vision pausing as they noticed a painfully familiar symbol on it. It was face-down. They pulled it up, turning it around… It was set to something, with the camera on and a green button near the bottom of its interface. Pale skin, gray eyes, blonde hair with orange intermixed looked back at them. They looked like they hadn’t slept in days, with hair disheveled to the point of lunacy and bags so deep they may as well have been purses.

Cautiously… They hit the green button. The button disappeared, and their own image flashed to the top corner, while a trilling sound started up.

 They yelped, tossing the tablet away. It somehow (it could thank its stars) managed to land on a plastic chair nearby, which saved it from outright annihilation.

Kalem took a few steps back as it continued to trill… And trill… And trill. They didn’t know what it meant. They pulled their spear from their back, leveling the point at the device. The screen was cracked, but not enough to prevent them from seeing it come to life better. They glanced around. Lifts was only a few hundred feet away- why did this have to happen now?!

“Whatever you are- I will defend myself…!” They were grateful that their voice came out more angry and defensive than scared and meek. It was semi-cracked, worn from lack of use over their time alone. They really just hoped this thing was harmless, that it would shut off and they could carry on with their day. They didn’t exactly have a lot of daylight left, if their mental clock was right… But they couldn’t turn their back on the unknown object. Not when it could easily kill them, to their knowledge.

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[Open Starter]

Dragging. A sound that echoed through the vast space, bouncing off fur and mat and metal alike. It was a high, grating sound- wood sliding along a marble floor, its mover refusing to let it remain. There was a veiled curse before the couch was hefted upright, pulled over the being’s head- that was when something slipped out of the cushion. They paused, dark gray eyes flashing to the thing as it hit the floor with a rather loud CRCK. They lowered the couch with minimal effort, resting it close by and cautiously stepping closer to the damaged device.

It looked similar to one of those drones that soared overhead every other month or so (was it month? They were losing track of the days). Their fingers reached out, vision pausing as they noticed a painfully familiar symbol on it. It was face-down. They pulled it up, turning it around... It was set to something, with the camera on and a green button near the bottom of its interface. Pale skin, gray eyes, blonde hair with orange intermixed looked back at them. They looked like they hadn’t slept in days, with hair disheveled to the point of lunacy and bags so deep they may as well have been purses.

Cautiously... They hit the green button. The button disappeared, and their own image flashed to the top corner, while a trilling sound started up.

 They yelped, tossing the tablet away. It somehow (it could thank its stars) managed to land on a plastic chair nearby, which saved it from outright annihilation.

Kalem took a few steps back as it continued to trill... And trill... And trill. They didn’t know what it meant. They pulled their spear from their back, leveling the point at the device. The screen was cracked, but not enough to prevent them from seeing it come to life better. They glanced around. Lifts was only a few hundred feet away- why did this have to happen now?!

“Whatever you are- I will defend myself...!” They were grateful that their voice came out more angry and defensive than scared and meek. It was semi-cracked, worn from lack of use over their time alone. They really just hoped this thing was harmless, that it would shut off and they could carry on with their day. They didn’t exactly have a lot of daylight left, if their mental clock was right... But they couldn’t turn their back on the unknown object. Not when it could easily kill them, to their knowledge.