❝ But what are you going to be next? ❞ ind. selective SCP-001 proposal: Dr. Wondertainment. As recorded by Rye
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#dash commentary™ ☆ « coasters and fire and glamor and rides »#ukulclc#[ ghost hiii hii hi ghost hiiiiii#[ wondertainment observing these researchers like they're insects in a terrarium with great interest..#[ it thinks they're neat! is that a good thing or not well#[ does that matter to any of them--#[ <3
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more people Do need to get into the scp rpc what if we could play touys together
#ooc™ ☆ « social media manager »#[ wondertainment will always be one of the easiest muses to write for because of its whimsical swag....#[ what if there was a construct that was so silly <3#[ i love you whimsical characters that are also a little fucked up but silly ab it#[ might one day. actually commit to making that multi <- been saying that for like 3 years#[ but man there are a few other anomalies i look at for writing....#[ the black knight you will always be famous to me... what if chivalry was alive#[ what if you want to believe in the honor of men so badly but they keep lying and lying and lying#[ what if you're tired of killing those you've grown to call comrades what if you can't help it#[ what if you represented honor and your brother represented bravery but he's gone and now you have to be brave without him#[ <- scps i have normal amounts of thoughts ab. Scp 5151 you will always be famous to me#[ anomalies bound to what they are but also partially resents that bind and lack of agency my beloved <3
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It takes Elias a few hours to finally see the gift basket. Well... that's more than a gift basket, is it? Different, even if it's accompanied by the usual, ad-friendly note. It's been... a long day. Way too long. One risk of a containment breach too much, one bullet too many avoided. Way too much scolding for his liking.
And yet, seeing that little present is enough to still make him smile. Sigh, even.
Like a goddamn schoolgirl getting flowers by her crush, or something like that.
...and that's. Not right, right?
Dr. Shaw made peace with the fact that he should put his love life on the side. When you're stuck in a loop of dying and coming back, over and over, as far as he knows for the rest of eternity, you're bound to accept that you're not going to settle down, have a spouse and kids and a morgue and a stupid dog saying hi when you come back from work. A fling here and there, sure. He could deal with that. But anything more potentially ( dangerously ) serious than that had to be hastly ignored. Forgotten, sometimes using more immediate and drastic ways.
But it's different when the person-- anomaly?-- in question is stuck in the same loop as you.
...
...he's definitively thinking too much, lately.
Too much about nothing at all.
Too much about free samples prepared specifically with him in mind.
"...heh."
Despite everything - despite how much the thoughts of there being something more behind those acts, their meetings, their talks other than a simple two-way tease - Elias finds himself smiling. What an odd feeling.
@simpletoymaker
#saved™ ☆ « a cleared spot for the fridge »#miratenebrarum#elias shaw™ ☆ « the doctor leans down. wraps their arm around »#[ grahhh#[ it's awesome we should kill them
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What does it mean to you to be everything and nothing and anything and something all at the same time? To be whatever people perceive you to be, and to be the exact opposite as well. You defy logic, reality, existence. Do you even exist? Did they make you exist? What makes something real? Is it perception? Is it tangibility? You are a kind person. You are a mean person. You are irreversibly evil. You desire nothing but the best. You are multiple. You are a family. You are alone. Do you have friends? They claim to be your friends. They all know a different you. What even are you? Was there ever a you?
Yes, yes, and yes. But also no. But yes again, but and but and but—
Wouldn't you give yourself into the madness, if you too lived a million lives and none at all all at once? Is it even madness? What right do people have to call it madness, when really, it's just acceptance? Acceptance, and finding ways to find amusement in an existence dictated by everyone but yourself?
#Tbt.#[ me when i gotta get up in.squints at clock#[ 3 hours#[ but what if im thinking ab this clown again#[ i loveee anomalies i love questioning what it means to be an anomalyyy#[ scp 001 proposal dr wondertainment you will always be famous to mee#[ the horrors and delights of being a sentient person with inconsistent ever changing beliefs and reality#[ depending on what the world desires or needs#[ and being actively aware of said fact and unable to do jackshit about it#[ what if your existence can be summarized into four neat little bullet points and anything beyond that is irrelevant and won't last#[ simply? Get silly with it#[ its all it can or wants to do anyways
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Haha what if. what if we were both liable to changing who we were on a dime depending on forced beyond our control. What if we both lived a reality where nothing can be considered permanent and we both approached it in different manners And we held hands— ?
#ooc™ ☆ « social media manager »#crack™ ☆ « your warranty is void »#miratenebrarum#elias shaw™ ☆ « the doctor leans down. wraps their arm around »#[ tinking ab Liz The GM's proposal again note to self to change pages to reflect name change#[ it's gone through the stages of grief long ago it doesn't know what it is what it's been what it will be#[ and he's okay with that#[ when the. what if it's learned to find it exciting to change and be changed and see new things#[ so when something happens that makes it almost Want to stay a bit longer as they are he's not quite sure what to make of it#[ what if all he can do is let things happen#[ guy who has all the power in the world (sometimes) and yet has no real agency or control and so he's learned to love the novelty of it al#[ and yet--
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☆. REFLECTIONS ON A CERTAIN MAN. @miratenebrarum
⍵ . Its lips curl up, grin on its face could almost be considered sweet, as saccharine as any one of the many, many treats dear Ms. Sweetie was so terribly fond of.
A bit too much like them, perhaps. Their smile kind and warm at first glance, yet longer one's gaze lingers, the more... uncanny it may seem.
He was preparing a bouquet, little pink butterflies made of ribbons, kraft paper, and glitter fluttered around her, perhaps brought from her. She glanced down, was there a hole in his sternum ? It was difficult to tell. Well, it wouldn't have been important either ways.
Flowers, each one a different color, each one a different texture, scent, flavor. Some more exciting then others, but it was a good mix of variety, for stagnation was the death of all things good in this universe and others.
Ick. Stagnation.
Oh, what a horribly cruel concept.
Never changing. Always staying the same. Boredom was truly the height of torture. Which was why he cared so much about making wondrous toys to entertain and delight !
...Or was it for money ? For diamonds and gold ? They couldn't quite recall and, frankly, it couldn't find itself too interested in that train of thought at the moment.
Where was I ? Ah, right. He'd been thinking on stagnation, a fitting topic, all things considered, their eyes falling to the bouquet in their hands and the gift box still open on the table.
...A gift, for a certain particular someone who'd caught their attention and still hasn't decided to join its wonderful company.
He wasn't a fool. Master of them, perhaps. But he knew why he kept finding themselves going to visit that little quaint facility during her free time ( if such time existed ). Why they kept sending little gifts and trinkets, even when he knew only one of the many who'd see it would truly appreciate it.
Ah, it was a tale as old as time. The quaint feeling of clouds and hell all wrapped around in a neat little pink heart shaped box. The playground crush, letters snuck underneath desks and gifts left in lockers.
Oh dear, she'd forgotten about Valentines that year, hadn't she? Or rather, she'd been busy with far more important matters. Dr. Wondertainment's Valentines Exclusive Limited Edition series of candies and toys wouldn't produce themselves, after all !
It was partially certain that they'd been someone — something — else at the time as well. Which brought him back to the present ( what a silly concept to play along with ).
He smiled as wrapped a lovely pink ribbon around the gift with gloved hands that may or may not have been scarred and stitched on — who's keeping track, really ? — and finished the last touches of his bouquet.
This little curiosity of theirs had outlived its expectations, as much as something could, when reality was ever fluid. And wasn't that the point ? It never knew what she would be, moment to moment, ever faithful servant to the whims of the masses.
Yet the forces around Elias Shaw were proving to be more stubborn. It was unexpected, and the unexpected was such a wonderful change of pace.
Dr. Shaw, Dr. Shaw, Dr. Shaw. He was like them, in some ways and in no ways at all. Ever changing, always the same. Perhaps that what made it curious in the first place. Dr. Shaw was quite the perfect candidate for a sideshow attraction, oh. How they would have loved to have him as part of her company. Ah, but I digress.
Dr. Shaw, quite the lovely toy it'd found in the middle of boring business. Something they could enjoy playing with until the inevitable day they got bored or blinked, finding themselves unable to recall a thing or feel an ounce of the warmth and sparklers currently dancing within their chest.
If they were honest, he'd expected it to have happened long ago. And yet, Elias continued to prove himself quite the anomaly, a play of words it couldn't help but be amused by. Ah, Elias. Their dear, dearest Elias.
It should tell him one of these days, how much she was doing for him. How they'd been holding back those beautiful temptations to whisk him away or give him a show so dazzling, he couldn't help but agree to join it. A desire so characteristically childish, to want to have and to keep.
But. But, Dr. Wondertainment™ was a responsible company, even if they knew how to have fun and not be a dour stick in the mud, thank you very much. She couldn't disappoint her fellow members of the board ( whenever they came back from whichever existence they're in currently, if they existed at all ) by playing such silly little pranks on their business partners.
So. Gifts and visits it would be, for now.
With a chuckle, it added the final flourish to her signature on the yellow-pink card he'd put admits the honey-dripping flowers. Closing his eyes, clicking his heels three times, and wishing upon a star or two, he sent the package on its merry way straight to Elias' office.
Thinking on future problems was such a bore, who cared if things fell through ? Bridges were built to be crossed only once they were crossed, after all, and the current present was so much more new and enticing. One must live within the moment and embrace the next, not steal it prematurely, to truly enjoy life !
Which gave him the most wonderful idea for a potential future product... alas, it would have to wait until after Easter. Oh, they should have never signed that contract with that overgrown bunny...
Dr. Wondertainment's Fantastical Flavorful Flower Frenzy™ !
Dearest Elias Shaw. A new product of mine, hasn't hit the markets yet, so no need to have those friends of yours get themselves all in a tizzy— by the way, how have they been enjoying my recent line of Dr. Wondertainment Back-To-School Power PermaErasers™ ? I did notice that they purchased my entire stock ! And as always, do let them know I'm grateful for their patronage, even if I do think it's rather selfish. Ah, but look at me go, making this all about business.
Regardless of all that, I thought you might enjoy this prototype. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on it next time I see you ㄷ|:)
Yours truly, Dr. Wondertainment.
#ic™ ☆ « sometimes you'll wake up »#miratenebrarum#elias shaw™ ☆ « the doctor leans down. wraps their arm around »#drabble tbt.#[ erm. me when i think about them and i blink and an hour later--#[ me when i move back to independant blog and instead of cleaning or reorganizing anything and frame one writes this oh you knowww#[ me when i might be rewriting this in the morning bc this was done v quickly to get it out of my head but just.#[ what if elias is a toy something to play with#[ it cares! but what does that even mean for something like it#[ when the. it doesn't know where this is going or how this is going and its just kind of following its whims ✨
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going to eventually. clean things up / move everything back here / etc. but for now, what if i was silly about it anyways
#ooc™ ☆ « social media manager »#[ sighs life has been way too over the place to lock back in rpc but what if i miss my sillies....
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currently still WIP / not quite ready, still sorting things out, but !! Moved to @simpletoymaker ( sideblog now ) for the time being
#ooc™ ☆ « social media manager »#[ likely won't be following any blogs there yet for a lil bit still trying to get some things set up first but jysk
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sighs. Mekhane
#ooc™ ☆ « social media manager »#[ scp save me.... <- looking at a lot of scp things these days to combat the horrors#[ wondertainment will always be the blorbo GOI but church of the broken god does have some neat stuff#[ too. much for me to fully understand at least fo rnow but#[ if i were actively rp'ing (shakes bars of cage i miss writing---) would consider possibility of writing a god bc its funny to Me to think#[ ab mekhane as a god who rly wished its followers would chill kind of situation#[ <- read scp 5001 and thinks ab it a bit#[ 'That is why it pains me so dearly to request that you leave this place immediately.'#[ it is funny. to me#[ grah#[ been talking ab it for ten trillion years but once i'm back in a place where i can rp i do want to make hub blog to move some things to..#[ namely this one my maxwell dst blog bc vaguely getting back into that also my valve blog and rd.r2#[ also do think i want to write scp 5151 one day but unsure if i should make his own blog or make an scp multi.....#[ v fond of my wondertainment url though so will probably look for something for the black knight
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scp 5151 my beloved.....
#ooc™ ☆ « social media manager »#[ if i were to write something else from scp looks at the black knight......#[ i am not immune to immortals and tragedies#[ the end interview....#[ ''They broke their promise. People always break their promises.#They always break their promises and leave. Why can't they just keep their word? Why can't …''#[ man i need to get back into rp grahhhhh
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Oh, so when the Silly Corperate Foundation does silly little experimentations and tomfoolery on living human beings it's all ohhhh "approved beuracracy" and we're so cool and better we get to do this and betterment for humanity, but when I, Dr. Wondertainment--
#tbt.#[ 'oh so they put their 'D's' through the horrors for whatever They like but I cant get to make a guy's head a fish for fun i see how it is#[ little misters my beloved........#[ never finished looking at all of their lore but ms sweetie mr hots n mr mads my beloveds#[ your honor he was just being silly when he made them#[ woe! free transition and anomalous properties that may or may not ruin your life but whose keeping track be upon ye#[ just to see if he can. yknow how it is
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Sometimes he wished congitohazards did have effect on him, because what if he wanted to recognize the bodies in the water ? She's starting to feel a little left out, you know.
#tbt.#[ continuing to reread things....#[ scp 2316 save me...... truly iconic#[ wondertainment vc: maybe /I/ want to have fun too. maybe i want to feel scrampled egg brain too. ever thought ab that.#[ pros and cons of being an anomaly of undetermined strength and power pensieve
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" Two years ? " he gasped, adding a handful of — what was probably — glitter into the machine as well. They were helping, really. Coffee was just gross, " Now, that's just cruel, and unusual, even ! Why the cafeteria ? " he was now sitting across on a cushy couch that was probably not there before, but who's keeping track really, " And you know my doors are always* open to you, Jack. For employment or if you ever need a hand with matters, " that was a perfectly innocent smile on his face, prommy.
* for the current time being unless reality changes a little bit too far to the left.
"I'm not even allowed in the cafeteria for the next two years for no reason at all!" he poured nitroglycerine in the coffee machine because he was bored "Everyone is so mean to me. Working for your magical chocolate factory becomes more and more tempting everyday............"
#ic™ ☆ « sometimes you’ll wake up »#brightcarnate#[ join the whmiscal side...... they have taco tuesdays and confetti cannons and probably exist half of the time surely#[ administration hates them all they do is eat hot chip and gossip on foundation grounds
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" You don't ? "
" Can't speak about no Foundation, but The Fully Customizable with Two-Hundred-Twenty-Two Flavors and Toppings: Terrific Taco-Blaster™ is one of the many benefits provided at Dr. Wondertainment™ — "
"You got TACO TUESDAY with your immortality!?"
#brightcarnate#ic™ ☆ « sometimes you’ll wake up »#[ immortality rules when you're your own boss </3#[ dw bright he'll pop by next time w/ the leftovers#[ missed these clowns....
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[ @brightcarnate ] "okay so we all agree being immortal can allow you to be a little bit of a silly billy then"
( HI HI HI HI HIIII )
" Why, of course ! " an exclamation of full agreement, puncuated with a sweeping gesture of his arms, " Was such a thing ever even a question, my dear friend ? Heck, you don't even have to be an immortal to embrace the whimsical ! Immortality just gives you the gold card to it ! Quite literally, if you'd like. "
And yes, he's flourishing his Dr. Wondertainment™ membership "infinity party" card, members benefits includes access to Taco Tuesdays and Dr. Wondertainment™ sponsered birthday parties twice a year ( plus more ! ) for no additional costs*—
#[ * some costs may apply but generous discounts can be given to silly buddies#ic™ ☆ « sometimes you'll wake up »#brightcarnate#[ omg giooooo hiiii hi hihiiiiii#[ <3 <3 <3#[ the silliest guys........ (dw ab their body counts your honor they were just being silly prommy)
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What does it mean to you to be everything and nothing and anything and something all at the same time? To be whatever people perceive you to be, and to be the exact opposite as well. You defy logic, reality, existence. Do you even exist? Did they make you exist? What makes something real? Is it perception? Is it tangibility? You are a kind person. You are a mean person. You are irreversibly evil. You desire nothing but the best. You are multiple. You are a family. You are alone. Do you have friends? They claim to be your friends. They all know a different you. What even are you? Was there ever a you?
Yes, yes, and yes. But also no. But yes again, but and but and but—
Wouldn't you give yourself into the madness, if you too lived a million lives and none at all all at once? Is it even madness? What right do people have to call it madness, when really, it's just acceptance? Acceptance, and finding ways to find amusement in an existence dictated by everyone but yourself?
#musing™ ☆ « your head is a wonderful place »#[ okay normal now (lying)#[ raghh#[ what else can you do but go with the flow really#[ what else can you do but have fun with it and be silly with it#[ none of it matters (/silly)
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scp-001 proposal a simple toymaker where did you go,,,,,,,,,,
#ooc™ ☆ « social media manager »#[ been rereading sc.p's lately during classes..... he is on the brain again but when i went to reread page's non existent?#[ still accesible via web archive but ??#[ raghhhh#[ scp-001 a simple toymaker my beloved...#[ “I have no idea what I am anymore.” “But what are you going to be next?” ragh!#[ uni's been taking a lot of out me haven't written rp in. Months which. i miss rp a lot :(#[ very much missing this guy as well..................... i love when a guy isnt a guy and exists and doesnt rly exist#[ gh. scp-001 dr. wondertainment i miss you#[ gh! realizes i havent posted here in like a year. time isnt real it cant hurt me
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