#mackenzie: 001

[ryanlockheart]

— ₊ ° . ☆ riley mackenzie felt like he was on top of the world. he'd managed to escape the small town troubles of versailles, kentucky, and now, he was living it up on the campus of belgrave university. thirteen hours and nearly a thousand miles between his hometown and his school meant he had a new found freedom. you couldn't tell him shit, and he was riding that high all the way to the bank. he was the lacrosse player everyone was buzzing about; he'd managed to take their less-than-stellar track record and turned it into a state championship last year. he was breezing by in all of his classes. he even had the sweetest roommate who he could beg for help on homework when he needed. riley was at the top of his game, but he could sense that something was up with wyatt when he sauntered through their apartment door. there was a dark cloud hanging around in the room. a small pout formed on his pink lips as he settled down on the couch next to the other boy. he slung his backpack on the ground, eyes focused on wyatt. "what's up, buttercup?" riley questioned, cocking up a brow. "and don' even try 'n' pull that nothin's wrong bullshit. 'm more than just a pretty face, y'know. 'm smart, can tell when somethin's buggin' ya."

[wilddwcrds]

WATCH TOWER + KENZIE

watch is alana's least favorite role to volunteer for. it goes without saying that the younger wolf wants to be on runs, working with seekers and finding anything that can lead to harvey. the months that she and adam were held together has shaken something within allie. they all knew that everything was awful, but really seeing it...really feeling the horror that the war has brought. it makes her all the more scared for their brother. she nudges kenzie when her eyes open, prone to sleeping on watch and kenzie prone to never waking her. "god sake, kenz. i literally tell you to wake me up every time." she gripes, stifling a large yawn while stretching her tired bones. "it's so boring, i wanna throw myself off this platform." alana then adds, dipping her head towards the edge as if she's ready to take the leap. @dxrkenedheights

[thebookoflcve]

"If I murdered someone, would you help me bury the body?" Madeline peered over Mackenzie's shoulder, a slew of legal jargon staring back at her. "Hypothetically speaking, of course, I say this in jest before the greatest District Attorney Los Angeles has ever seen." @hvneybxns

[sacrificedbelicfs]

( @traegics | Not Mackenzie. )

Marni hadn't meant to run into any of the Kenners, except for Nathan, but Mac was last on her list. There was a miniscule--basically non-existent--chance Jesse hadn't told her, so she hadn't wanted to take her chances on the wrong side of a mama hybrid.

Yet, their paths crossed and she was left asking, "did he make it out of the gala?"

[danny--anderson]

Danny: Yo

Danny: Said I'd take Koda to the park today

Danny: But he asked if you were coming so

Danny: Idk offers there I guess

[dodgedhalo]

open to: @kenziehayes​ location: claymore

He hadn’t been there long, but Percy was more than halfway through with his second drink of the evening. He was feeling better now that all three girls were home and safely recovering, it came him a solid excuse to celebrate at the bar. A girl caught his attention from the other side of the room, a brunette with a familiar face though he couldn’t place it, still something told him to get closer. He turned to the bartender, “What’s she drinking?” He questioned with a motion of his head, watching as the man behind the counter spotted her and began to fill another glass. “Hey, It’s not every day that someone catches my eye with just a smile.” A lie. “I figured the next one should be on me.” His words were soft as he placed the drink on the table, giving her a nod as he stepped backward to return to his stool. It was the simplest ways to see if someone was interested and one of his favorites, now the ball was in her court.

[cowboygreeting]

art © starparkdesigns

task 001. 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛.

last updated 02/20/2024

BASICS.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 seth hiroshi masters — seth hiroshi from birth, masters 1996-onwards, following his legal adoption.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 cowboy greeting professionally, apparently; gnomerodeo if you know him from online. believe it or not, it is a coincidence.

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 will sharpe

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 thin scar cutting through his eyebrow, healed-broken nose, occasional facial twitch/spasm

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

japanese maple (right shoulder); canada goose in flight (right bicep); soot sprites (left forearm); kermode bear [spirit bear] (crook of left elbow); pistols pointing down (matching, both hips); portuguese water dog [his childhood dog sam] in play (left calf)

pierced right ear, small gold hoop

𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐃.𝐎.𝐁. 38 years old / 2.2.1986

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 aquarius sun: unconventional, abstract, boundary-pushing, roots for the underdog; scorpio moon: intense, passionate, dramatic, struggles to let others in; sagittarius rising: independent, optimistic, confident, charismatic yet blunt and critical

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 powell river, b.c. / brampton, ontario

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

ellen and rod masters (parents); mackenzie irish (sister); brandon irish (brother-in-law); june irish (niece)

kaiko mcintyre-masters (daughter, lives with her mother) — his favourite person on planet earth, hands down, would do anything for her, keeps several pictures of her in his wallet, will not be letting anyone here who doesn't already know she exists know about her.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 cis man, he/him

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 gay

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 single, never married.

enjoys hookups and casual relationships; has dated on-and-off; last serious relationship ended several years ago; says he's prioritizing work and his daughter, truly has no interest in committing to the people he meets.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 thoughtful, considerate, loyal, obedient

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 timid, disconnected, tendency towards disinvestment, capacity for fixation/malicious compliance

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 vaping, compulsive gaming, more-than-occasional drug and alcohol use, late night wandering, not texting back

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 gaming (particularly world of warcraft and rust, social games); bass guitar; powerlifting; cooking; rec-league rugby

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 (𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄) tobiko — tiny crusty white mutt. sometimes known as tobi or toebeans. currently being cared for by his parents.

THE FOUNDATION.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 jr. researcher

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(𝐒) jr. researcher for the reintegration department; field analyst doing site evaluations on a number of mtfs — some might call this "glorified operative hall monitor", which he would resent

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 last worked for the anomalous entities engagement division (aeed), researching the efficacy of humane containment procedures and enrichment programs against more traditional methods of containment — some might describe this as "glorified scp babysitter", which he wouldn't necessarily object to

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

formal credentials include: a b.a. in psychology, with a focus in cognitive and behavioural psych; a masters of social work, with a focus in public policy and family systems; several years of experience writing policy in the non-profit sector, several years of experience working with vulnerable clients in the field

informal credentials include: an impossibly high tolerance for bureaucratic bullshit, an iron stomach, thicker skin than you'd imagine, genuinely sense of care for those around him, not caring whether or not he personally gets fired, fluency in boardspeak

EXTRAS.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 to be added.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 to be added.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 to be added.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 gideon nav, the locked tomb; dr. wilson, house; antigone, jean anouilh's antigone; camilla hect, the locked tomb; oh dae-su, oldboy

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 to be expanded upon. for the time being, see my cg tag.

[macabr3s]

🪄  🔮  ╰     anna  sawai  ,  30  ,  cis  woman  ,  she/her     𐫱     ›     hey  ,  isn’t  that  EMIKO  YAMAZAKI  ?  i’ve  heard  that  they’ve  lived  in  bearhold  for  eighteen  years  but  back  for  two  years  .  rumor  has  it  that  they  can  be  rather  taciturn  and  passive  ,  but  hey  ,  that’s  just  in  their  nature  as  a  WITCH  .  they  totally  make  up  for  it  by  being  optimistic  and  quick-witted  .  if  you’re  looking  for  them  ,  you  can  probably  find  them  at  their  work  as  an  ARCHIVIST  at  great  bear  library  .

[  ✰  ]  PINTEREST.

[  ✰  ]  WANTED  &  ESTABLISHED  CONNECTIONS  (  WIP  ).

penned  by  HECATE  (  she/her  ,  21+  ,  pst  )

001.     ↻     BASICS  .

[  ✰  ]  full  name:  emiko  yamazaki 

[  ✰  ]  nickname(s):  emi,  mika

[  ✰  ]  age:  30

[  ✰  ]  date  of  birth:  01/18

[  ✰  ]  place  of  birth:  bearhold,  wa,  usa

[  ✰  ]  ethnicity:  japanese

[  ✰  ]  nationality:  american

[  ✰  ]  gender:  cis  woman

[  ✰  ]  pronouns:  she/her

[  ✰  ]  orientation:  bisexual  /  biromantic

[  ✰  ]  language(s)  spoken:  japanese,  english,  spanish,  greek

[  ✰  ]  mbti:  INFP

[  ✰  ]  element:  air

[  ✰  ]  zodiac:  capricorn

[  ✰  ]  character  inspiration:  kira  yukimura  (  teen  wolf  ),  mackenzie  mchale  (  newsroom  ),  stephanie  brown  (  dc  comics  ),  jubliation  lee  (  marvel  comics  ),  alice  cullen  (  twilight  )

002.     ↻     BACKGROUND  .

NOTE:  this  is  a  quick  summary  /  tldr  of  emiko's  background  .  for  a  more  detailed  bio  ,  please  CLICK  HERE  !

(  death  mention  tw  )  born  the  youngest  of  two  into  a  seemingly  ordinary  life  in  bearhold  .  raised  in  a  family  of  witches  that've  been  integral  to  the  bearhold  community  .  and  while  quiet  and  often  daydreaming  ,  emiko  is  resilient  .  more  often  times  than  not  ,  she  doesn’t  quiet  realize  that  .  she’s  dealt  with  the  sudden  death  of  her  father  ,  her  mother  slowly  having  less  time  with  their  children  and  in  essence  ,  forced  to  grow  up  .  but  ,  she  still  maintains  a  cheerful  and  optimistic  demeanor  .  a  warm  smile  masking  a  deep  longing  to  escape  bearhold's  idyllic  nature  before  college  became  her  ticket  out  .  and  due  to  a  health  scare  back  home  ,  emiko  finds  herself  back  in  her  hometown  after  years  of  being  away  .

003.     ↻     HEADCANONS  .

NOTE:  this  is  a  work  in  progress  so  more  will  be  added  at  a  later  time  !

obtained  a  degree  in  both  history  and  classics  .  got  her  masters  in  archives  and  public  history

before  moving  back  to  bearhold  ,  emiko  was  working  archivist  at  the  met  and  was  on  track  to  become  managing  archivist

has  been  back  in  town  for  two  years  and  to  pass  the  time  has  taken  up  a  job  as  an  archivist  at  the  local  library

a  sweet  treat  girlie  through  and  through  .  honestly  loves  pastries  and  would  probably  try  to  fight  you  if  you  try  to  come  between  her  and  a  pastry

has  a  black  cat  named  nori  that  traveled  back  to  bearhold  with  her

a  sucker  for  sitting  in  cafes  to  read  .  will  often  be  nursing  a  honey  latte  or  a  matcha  latte  

unexpected  but  since  moving  to  new  york  ,  emiko  started  taking  jiu  jitsu  classes  as  a  form  of  self  defense  (  yeahh  she  said  small  town  to  big  city  ?  safety  first  !  )

[agnol117]

001 Proposals, Part II

Dr. Mann’s Proposal - The Spiral Path

The first time I read this one, I didn’t like it. I thought it was hokey, and silly, and that the idea that all of the SCPs were man made was just obnoxious. It’s grown on me since then. I like the idea that it’s all kind of a cosmic mistake. They found this path that always leads upwards, then just kept messing around with something they didn’t understand until such time as they had ruined their lives, and probably also the world. It’s a fun, tragic tale. Especially the ending, when it’s revealed just how far out of their control things have gotten, and that SCPs are just being created in containment. It’s just such a fantastic ending.

9/10

Dr. Mackenzie’s Proposal - The Legacy

Despite my previously stated dislike for SCP-001 proposals that are a big scary thing, I actually like this one. The idea that it’s a set of documents from an alternate iteration of the SCP Foundation/several alternate iterations is pretty cool, as is the idea that SCPs are artifacts from those dimensions that have fallen into ours. It’s not perfect, obviously (I prefer the idea that they don’t all have the same origin), but it’s still a fun one. Plus it’s somewhat tragic, what with the letter at the end being heavily implied to be from a spouse/other loved one of the dimension hopper who knows they have no way of coming with their beloved, but wanting them to know that they’re loved all the same.

7/10

S. Andrew Swann’s Proposal - The Database

Really torn on this one. It’s fine, I guess? It’s almost funny, honestly. Way too meta for my tastes, though. “There is a God, and it is SCP-001. And it’s a bunch of horror writers.” It just feels kind of tacky? Like, it’s already one of my least favorite 001 proposal tropes (big scary thing), and combine that with how meta it is, and this is probably my least favorite 001 proposal so far.

1/10

Scantron’s Proposal - The Foundation

Oh, I like this one.

The idea of a sort of mirror Foundation as an SCP is great. It’s fun, it’s unique, it’s a great twist on the usual “super scary thing” that most 001 proposals are. It’s lovely. Combined with the general eerieness of it (was a school, then it got warped and became something else, then the people they sent in disappeared and became the “people” working for the not!Foundation), and it’s just all around a great proposal. I love it.

9/10

Djoric-Dmatix Proposal - Thirty-Six

This hits so many of my dislikes. Ties to real world mythology, is a big scary thing (indirectly, at least), and acts as a sort of Grand Unifying Skip Theory. But it’s not all bad. I like the idea of people/things that nullify the effects of SCPs. I just wish they weren’t so directly tied to a big apocalyptic scenario and real world religion in general.

4/10

[nixwilde]

11:04 at Harlan Johnson’s Cornfield for @xslipofagirlx

Chestnut orbs stared up at the sky, gazing upon the stars he had once loved so much as a kid. They made him feel small, made him realize that the world around them was insignificant. The stars were really such a humbling experience, but now, all it was was the daydreams of a man trapped. How long he had been off on his own staring up at the constellations, he wasn’t sure, but he knew it was more than time for another drink. When his eyes shifted onto the woman before him, an instant shock hit his system. “Holy fuck”, he groaned, his hand coming to rest on his chest. “How long have you been standing there?”

[fox-lennox]

@kenzievaisman​ location: destination ink

-

​“If you ever piss me off, I’ll tell them.” Fox’s best impression of a dark and eluding voice could be heard before the vision of his bouncing curls could be seen entering the studio. He had already checked to ensure Kenzie was alone and he pointed at her with mock accusing finger. “I’ll tell them, Kenny. I’ll tell them all that you...tattoo me.” his special effects voice broke due to his smile which quickly cracked into a laugh. “Are you having a good day? How’s little Koda-pop?”

[wileyfoxwrites]

@moonlightstarlightwrites​

Who: Chuachai and Mackenzie Where: The Wedding Reception

Drinking wasn’t Choo’s usual go to. The prince was usually content with being high on life, or at least watching his sister be high on life, but today felt different. Not only was he stressed about making sure everything went without a hitch and keeping on top of his staff but the nuptials between the two royals only served to remind him that his own would soon be coming. A drink felt right. And maybe he should have stopped with one. But four drinks in and Choo was feeling better and better, loosening up for once in his life and letting his fears and anxieties just melt away. Feeling relaxed, the prince was sitting at one of the tables in the reception area with his feet poking out until someone stumbled over them. “I am so sorry.” His tone gave away how deeply apologetic he really was while he stood quickly to help the person who luckily hadn’t fallen completely. He ended up stumbling himself, tripping over his own feet before he stopped moving completely so that he wouldn’t cause anymore chaos. “Is there anything I can get you? Or...well, that the staff can get you? Or me, I can do it...I think.”

[bxrningbridgcs]

where: sunset drive-in ft. mackenzie forester | @mackfm​

Just as the credits began to roll, Alyssa turned to Mack with a shake of her head. “Definitely should have seen that coming.” Placid Lake had been her choice, never able to turn down a good horror. She didn’t know if her companion was aware of the reasoning, her own abilities to feed breadcrumbs to dangerous situations, but she hoped not. For the first time in quite a long time, she found herself drawn to someone simply out of likeability. No con on Mackenzie would benefit Alyssa, and so the decision to invite her to the movies was purely selfish in the art of battling loneliness. Sometimes it was just easier to hang out with people who didn’t know. “Su-spect your elders, I always say. What did you think about it?”

[oliver-reid]

Cal’s → @mackenziecampbcll​

Oliver didn’t frequent Cal’s by any means, particularly not alone, but he was looking for solitude and a quick drink, a sort of salve for the stress of his day, and Cal’s was the first destination that came to mind. He was relieved to see a warm, familiar face behind the bar when he arrived, an objectively beautiful woman named Mackenzie who knew better than to bother him when he sought to be alone but was always kind enough to humor him when he was feeling chatty (a rarity, generally, but still). She also delivered great service, which was a plus. Perched at the end of the bar, Oliver nursed the last of his Jack and Coke, smiling at Mackenzie as she approached, all smiles and cheer. 

“I’ll have another of the same, please,” he requested, and slid the glass from his reach to hers across the bartop. As she dutifully began working on his cocktail, he mustered the energy--or courage?--to speak: “I don’t know how you manage to stay so upbeat. Working all these hours on your feet, dealing with drunken fools. It can’t be easy.”

[sarabnnctt]

FOR: @mackenziecampbcll​ AT CAL’S | TUESDAY EVENING

Even the strongest of bonds wither against time and really that could be the only explanation given for the deteriorated state that existed between Sara and Mackenzie now. The two girls who had once been inseparable, despite their vastly different backgrounds, hadn’t spoken in the past several years. There was no catalyst, save for the fact that they’d both craved freedom beyond Eureka’s borders, and when they time came neither wasted the opportunity to leave. Sara heard her oldest, and former best, friend had returned to their hometown a year prior, but at the point she was so preoccupied with her broken heart and unexpected pregnancy that even the best of intentions never came to fruition. But, Mackenzie had been on her mind more than once lately and finally Sara talked herself into reaching out. Of course, it never crossed her mind that she should call rather than just drop by Cal’s, but the two had never needed any sort of invitation before. She hoped the same could be said now. 

Approaching the bar, fingers running along the knocked groove of wood, Sara came to stand a few feet away from the other woman. “Hey, Kenz,” she said, calling over the music spilling from the jukebox. “Been a while. How are you?” 

[danny--anderson]

@kenzievaisman​​ location: rodeo event time: friday, 8pm

Danny’s tall frame was tucked towards the back of the crowd, clutching a cigarette as his eyes looked on at the groups of people. They were all bouncing and singing with the music, the atmosphere lifting by each second. He was waiting for his friends but had been drawn in by the sounds, wanting to soak up the excitement for a few moments. This wasn’t his usual taste, far from it. His speed was more angry drums that made people want to kick each other. He was well aware that a family event would not suddenly erupt into mosh-pits. Well, maybe with the right push but he was well behaved these days. Trying to be, at least. He had just about had his fill of country twanging guitars and finished up his cigarette before making an exit. Danny’s blue eyes made a final sweep of the scenes but were caught on a familiar head of hair. It was unmistakable, especially her tiny frame and the thrifted fashion. He blinked a few times, to ensure that he wasn’t seeing things. No, that was definitely Kenzie.  When she angled her face to the side, his anxiety was confirmed. The last time he saw her they were trying to get back on good terms but then she was gone, skipped out of Bradford Springs like her life depended on it. His number had been blocked and her mother refused to tell him where or why she had gone. It was the first and only time that Danny had a taste of his own medicine, he actually hated her for it. And he really needed to leave...like right now.