#(alto clef moment)

[mattastr0phic]

hey ur clef design is rly cool!

Thank you so much!!! That means a lot to me especially since I'm new to SCP tumblr!

#inbox #dr alto clef #dr clef #mart #scp #scp foundation #huge yippee moment ty anon that made my day #scp inbox

[lordarsonizzzzt]

If you still want fluff, may I interest you with Clef, Bright, Kondraki and Glass with an S/O who carries around a handbag (bigger on the inside) that's filled with plushies and they throw said plushies on the doctors when said doctors are having a bad day

SCP STAFF WITH A READER THAT THROWS THEM PLUSHIES WHEN THEY ARE HAVING A BAD DAY.

CHARACTERS: ALTO CLEF, JACK BRIGHT, KONDRAKI, SIMON GLASS.(all platonic)

DR CLEF

✽ Today was shitty, to say the least. He had a lot of nightmares about her

✽ Today he was trying to be the funny asshole he always is, but he was more jumpy. If someone touched him and he didn't saw them he'll literally stumble back and his breath would quicken.

✽ He was now drinking some coffee, his lip a little bloody because of how hard he was bitting it. The moment he put his cup down and got up to go and do work he felt how he was punched by something.

✽ He looked down and saw a teddy bear, he took it and started looking around confused until he spot you.

✽ You were a Safe type SCP, a humanoid that liked to make people happy. You always carried around a bag similar to Santa's and would pull anything from it.

✽ He rolled his eyes but kept the plushie the whole day, he even ranted to it about the horrible soup and tried to give it sum soup so it could know that, it was indeed, horrible.

✽ Before he left he went to your containment cell with a little box, some rings and stuff in it. Inside your cell was a normal room, white walls with some red, yellow and purple paint sprayed on it, a bed, a desk with art supplies and a TV.

✽ He looked around and frowned when he realized you weren't there, which was weird cause your time to hang around the facility was over.

✽ He almost drops the box when you hugged him from behind and he stood still as a rock to then let himself relax in your embrace.

✽ "Hey kiddo, got you something, consider it a thanks"

DR BRIGHT

✩ He is always having a bad day, he's just good at hiding it.

✩ He was angry this time, well more of a mix of emotions. He just discussed things regarding TJ's situation with Mikell and his blood was boiling.

✩ He was close to just shutting off his brain and continuing his day as if nothing happened, to then unload in his house until he was hit with a plushie.

✩ He managed to grab it before it fell and he stared at it for a while, to then search around who threw it to him.

✩ He heard your laugh and it made him smile, you really were a nice addition to this site. Always running around giving people things, hugs, helping them.

✩ You never got too close to him tho, so interacting with you this first time was a new thing.

✩ He turned around to thank you but you were gone, he looked back at the plushie and then around to make sure no one was there. He hugged it hard and he let some tears drop, he thought of his little brother and how one day he will get him out of here and make him live a happy normal life.

✩ He named the shark plushie Thomas, and he lays in his in site dorm.

✩ He would try to hang around with you a little more, would become a father figure probably.

DR KONDRAKI

✿ He was having a bad hangover, he had a fight with Draven, he was close to getting into a physical fight just because.

✿ He spent most of his day in the cafeteria, drinking way too much coffee. He almost left when you came running from nowhere and hugged him, he froze.

✿ Yeah it was his idea that you roam free since you only want to make people happy, but it still was weird to have a SCP do that.

✿ You then pulled out something from your bag, and he almost laughed at the plushie.

✿ It was something in between a fat ferret or a fat cat, either way he loved it and when you gave it to him he smiled.

✿ "Thank you kiddo, how about I get you some apple juice hm?"

✿ Your fast nod was enough for him, he got up, ruffled your hair and went to get you some apple juice.

DR GLASS

✧ So this man doesn't have the greatest relationship with his family, today his mom called and they both had a fight over the phone.

✧ Everyone could notice that Glass was rather mad today, he would have to take a few second to answer so he didn't sound like an asshole.

✧ So everyone tried to not make that much contact with him, and he kept himself in his office just speaking to people when needed.

✧ He heard some knocks and he sighed, syaing 'come in'.

✧ So you came in, went over to him and handed him a tiger plushie, or something like that.

✧ He just started at it for a while, then he looked at you, then back at the plushie. He took it and mumbled a 'thank you'

✧ You stayed around in his office helping him until he felt better.

✧ At the end of the day, Glass was back to his normal self.

#scp x reader #dr clef x reader #dr kondraki x reader #dr bright x reader #dr glass x reader

[reddiamondgamer]

963 Variants Part 1

This is an idea I had a while back of "what if other doctors had 963s?"

Top left: SCP-963-AHC, belonging to Alto Clef. Maybe it was made in a moment of grief and panic after a sudden passing to keep a lover alive for eternity.

Bottom right: SCP-963-1C3, belonging to Iceberg. A good worker shouldn't be lost. A friend will return. (feel free to use these concepts but please credit me if you do)

#scp foundation #scp #dr clef #scp fandom #digital art #alto clef #scp dr alto clef #scp 963 #not a rewrite #do not tag as bright variations #do not tag as shaw #dr iceberg #scp dr iceberg #anti wiki clef #anti scpwiki

[ithinkjoelleiscool]

Welcome HAI :3

Hello! I am so glad you're here!!!

🐚-My age is private, all you need to know is that I am under 18.

🐚- I am Filipino but born in America :D

🐚- I can speak fluent English, I can understand Bisaya/Cubeno but can't speak it :,( Same with Tagalog.

🐚- I am a Leo INFP!!!

🐚- MULTISHIPPER :))))

🐚- I am in A LOT of fandoms, but here are a few (Emoji meanings at the bottom)

🐚- Panromantic Asexual :3

🦋= I know A LOT ABOUT SAID FANDOM

🌻= I either dipped my toes in it for a little bit or have already left it (Which basically means "I forgot/don't know a lot of that fandom") BUT I STILL LOVE IT WHEN I SEE IT

⚜️= Either I REALLY REALLY WANT TO JOIN SAID FANDOM or I just joined!!!

SCP Foundation 🦋

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K 🦋

Saikiverse/Asouverse 🦋/⚜️

Legend of Zelda ⚜️

Undertale (And literally any Undertale AU) 🌻

Deltarune ⚜️

My Little Pony 🦋/🌻

Doki Doki Literature Club 🌻

Gravity Falls 🌻

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil 🌻

The Owl House 🌻

Amphibia 🌻

Yandere Simulator 🌻

Baldi Basics Education and learning 🌻

Gacha (I am very ashamed) 🌻

CountryHumans/Hetalia (Again, not my proudest moment) 🌻

Meta Personifs 🦋/⚜️

Welcome to the table 🦋

Omori 🦋

Across/Into the Spiderverse 🦋/⚜️

Shorts Wars 🦋

Hazbin Hotel🦋

Five Nights At Freddy's 🦋

Doors 🦋

Precure/any magical girl show (Anime or not) 🦋/⚜️

I am 1000000000000000000000% sure I am in a million more I don't remember so just ask! I will respond!

My favs (Mention their names and I will go feral) : Jack Bright (NOT ADMIN BRIGHT FCK ADMIN BRIGHT) Alto Clef, Dr. Iceberg, 035, 187, 2085, Kusuo Saiki, Reita Toritsuka (Season 2), Aiura Mikoto, Kokomi Teruhashi, Link, Sans, Chara, Frisk, Undyne, Asriel, Dreamtale Dream Sans, Dreamtale Nightmare Sans, Noelle, twilight, fluttershy, sunset shimmer, starlight glimmer, Natsuki, Bill Cipher, Dipper, Hunter, Marcy, Austin, Basil, Aubrey, Mari, Pavitir, Hobie, RoyalMelon, Pasta man (Clone riggy(Yess, you all suck for hating him)) Rosey, Dark Danno, Alastor, Vox, Stolas, Micheal Afton, Clara Afton, Guiding light, Flashlight, Cure Sky, Cure Prism, Dark Sky, Iris, Carissa, Lyna.

Side Blogs :3

@ezrathescpnerd (SCP Blog)

@kcluvsshortswars (Shorts Wars Blog)

@omoriwithezrakc (Omori Blog)

Not a side blog but follow my platonic wife @kaseythinksimcool

#silly #sillyposting #erm anyways #saiki #saiki k #saiki kusuo #scp foundation #dr bright #jack bright #legand of zelda #undertale #undertale au #deltarune #my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #doki doki literature club #gravity falls #star vs the forces of evil #the owl house #amphibia #yandere simulator #baldis basics #gacha community #countryhumans #hetalia #personif meta #welcome to the table #omori fandom #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse

[fantem1903]

Some Rotten Man: A Book of Bad Decisions by Maggie Clef (Preview)

The following is the first half of the prologue to the upcoming SCP Wiki interactive novel, Some Rotten Man, starring the Baddest Man in Hell, Alto Clef.

The story is a part of the W H O R E O F B L O O D canon, and should be considered separate but adjacent to other commonly known depictions of Clef, the Goddess, and SCP-166, as it was made from what @ashes-and-pudding and I loved most about the characters, and made into a new take.

With that all said, I hope you enjoy a preview of his better days:

(1686 words)

A strong breeze graced the two children on the cliff. One a kid, and one a fawn.

The kid stalked through the brush like a hunter, his two small hands in the shape of pistols. His footsteps were light. He knew his target was near. “Ya can’t hide forever, ya know I’ll getcha.” The warm, bright Grecian sun made his black fur feel even hotter. Sweat trickled down and stung his eye. “Come on out! No sense bein’ a sore lo-” The kid bleated slightly, as he felt two fingers press against his lower spine. “Bang! Gotcha!” The fawn smiled. The kid spun around just a little too slow as the fawn pressed two fingers against his chest. She mimicked the sounds of a gun firing.. Each imaginary bullet punctured the kid’s torso. “Gotcha again! You’re dead twice now. Good job.”

“Nuh-uh! I got armor!” The kid said, puffing his chest out. “I’m bulletproof!”

“Wh- no! That’s cheating! How’d you get that?!” She huffed, pouting as she looked at him in disbelief. “Cuz I’m the bad guy! I stole it offa lawman I shot down.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Yeah it is! I earned it! From when m-” The kid couldn’t finish. The fawn tackled him to the ground as she cracked a smile. “Shut up!” She laughed as they both hit the ground. “I put you in the ground fair and square, Alto!” The kid blows a raspberry at her. “Fuck you, Gaea.”

The fawn slapped him lightly across the snout, causing the kid to bleat. “Watch your mouth, Alto! I’m still the law around here, and I can bury you again.” “Yeah, and I’m an outlaw! No one kills the bad guy, he’s too tough!” “I just did!” “Well then why am I still here, dummy.” The kid stuck his tongue out at the fawn before she jabbed him right in the snout. “Ow! Quit it, I’m sensitive there.” She giggled. “Aw, looks like Mr. Outlaw is sensitive isn’t he?” The kid lapsed into an embarrassed but comfortable silence as they laid side by side, staring up at a blue summer sky. The cry of gulls filling the air.

It had been a few moments until the fawn broke the silence. “Hey Alto? Do you ever miss the Seventh Circle?” The kid was quiet for a bit. Dark memories lapped at the edge of his mind. “Naw… I- We weren’t very happy there. I just- I miss my family, I guess. The ones who didn’t make it, I mean.”

The fawn was silent, not sure what to say. “… How many?”

“... A lotta ‘em…” He sniffed, trying to hide it from her, despite already noticing. “I, uh, didn’t used to be the youngest, ya know.” 

“… I’m so sorry, Alto.” She sat up, placing a supportive hand on his knee. The kid sat up, and looked off to the side. “Ain’t nothin’ you gotta be sorry for. You weren’t the ones that killed ‘em… but thanks.”

“Of course. I’m your friend, that’s what I’m here for.” She gave a reassuring smile. “At least you’re safe here, right?”

“Yeah… Yer safe with me too, ya got that? I ain’t lettin’ nothin’ happen to you.” He put on a tough look, the best a boy could do at his age. Even if it was all smoke, the fawn still smiled and drew the kid into a warm embrace. “Well, thank you for keeping me safe, Mr. Bad Guy.” The kid blushed as he felt her arms around his neck. He gingerly returned it with his arms around the small of her back. The fawn wished in her heart that he’d never let go. The kid broke the hug first, as he remembered what he spent all of last night doing. “Hey, uh… I made ya a lil somethin’.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” The fawn tilted her head.

“C’mon, I left it over here so we wouldn’t mess it up when we were playin’.” He stood up, gave his hand to the fawn to pull her up to his level. He brought her near the edge of the cliff, where they often sat. “Ok, you wait here, just close your eyes, and hold out your hand. I’ll be right back.” “Alright!” She waited as she was told to. She could hear him curse under his breath in the distance, and fumble a bit. “You, uh, doing okay back there, Alto?”

“Yeah, yeah, just- fuck, hold on, I messed something up.” He responded, walking back over to her. Gaea could feel something land in her hand. “Alright, open yer eyes!”

She did. What lay in her hands was the worst flower crown she had ever seen; poorly knotted Bear’s Breeches.

“I hope ya like it!” The kid smiled, proud of his handiwork.

“I… I love it.” She looked up, giving him a genuine smile. She donned the crown alongside her fledgling antlers. Or rather, tried to, as it immediately fell apart.

“Aw shit! Come on!” The kid groaned, embarrassed. “I ain’t no good at this, am I?”

“Alto, don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? You know I still love it.” She sat down at the edge of the cliff, gathered the flowers, and got to work. “Here, we can fix it together. Come on, sit down with me, alright?” “Yeah, sure, I ain’t… very good at makin’ shit.” He sighed, sitting down and letting his legs swing off the side of the cliff. “I uh… hope it ain’t too shitty or nothin’.” “Not at all!... You uh… chose a heck of a flower to make this out of… We’d have to get rid of some of this mess…” She held it up for the kid, stripping the flower of the superfluous petals. ”Like this, see?”

The kid nodded and watched intently. “When you’re done with that, can I try again?”

“Of course! Almost done.” She smiled, handing the prepped flowers over to the kid. “There you go! Now, you just gotta put those stems through those stems, and keep on going till you reach around to the start.”

The kid focused on threading the stems through the other stems, the fawn only occasionally interjecting to fix a mistake or two. Soon enough, the kid wrapped the crown around the fawn’s head to measure, closed the loop, and placed the much-improved and much more stable flower crown on her head.

“There you go! See? Easy, right?” She smiled, bringing her hands together in a clap.

“Yeah, you’re really good at this… guess it comes free with bein’ a nature god.” He playfully punched her shoulder.

“Maybe, but I also just like making stuff in general.” She giggled, and put a single flower in-between the kid’s long ears.. “... Especially if it’s for you.”

The kid looked away and blushed hard. “... Thank ya, Gaea. I… can’t really do much. I’m not good at a lotta things. Besides, ya know.” He shaped his hand into a pistol and went ‘bang’. An imaginary bullet pierced the heart of a gull flying high overhead. “I just- I wanna take care of you, I guess. Like how you do for me.” “Yeah and I think you’re doing a great job.” The fawn hugged the kid’s arm. Her head rested on his shoulder as the both of them looked at the sea. The two enjoyed the silence. The cold breeze of the open air and the warmth of their bodies right next to each other. “... Hey Alto?” “Yeah?” “What do you wanna be when you’re older?” “I told ya, didn’t I?” The kid smiled, wide and bright. “I’m gonna go back to the Seventh Circle. And when I do, I’m gonna be the Baddest Man in Hell. I’m gonna show those rent-a-cops with their fuckin’ tacked on tin stars who’s hot shit.” “... Why?” The kid blinked. “Huh?” “Why do you wanna be ‘Bad Man’ anyways?” The kid had a fire in his voice as he spoke. A fire that always made the fawn weary. “I like you the way you are already.” The kid was quiet for a while. He looked at the fawn’s worried face. Concern etched all over her pretty eyes. He sighed. “Cuz I’d rather be a bad man than stuck as… ‘river trash’.” He looked away. Embarrassed or maybe just ashamed. “River scum can’t take care of their family, can’t stop when bad men wanna hurt ‘em. River scum can't do shit." “Alto…” The fawn grabbed a hold of the kid’s hand, gently. “And ‘sides…” He turned back to “I was already a bad man before you met me. I might as well try and be the baddest there is.” “... You wanna know something, Alto?” “What’s that?” “I don’t think you’re a bad guy.” She puts another flower on his ear. “I think you just try too hard to be one.”

The kid sat there. And said nothing. He did nothing. He merely looked off to the horizon.

“I hope I’ll always have a place in your life. I don’t want you going away forever.” “Of course you will! When I’m the meanest, baddest sumbitch in Hell, I’ll do whatever I want. I’ll get a whole world just for you! Just for the both of us!”

The fawn giggled. “You don’t gotta! I think I like this world just as it is already.” “Maybe… but I think you deserve better.” “... You know, you can always just stay here, right? You don’t have to go anywhere. You, your family, you’ll always have a place right here, with me.” “Yeah… yeah… I know…” the kid was aloof. His thoughts elsewhere.

The fawn pouted once more, and thought of a way to get him out of his stupor. She leaned in quick, and pecked him right on the cheek.

“Wh-” the kid bleated once more, his face beet-pink. She simply giggled. “C’mon, Mr. Bad Guy. We gotta get dinner ready.”

=========================

I wanna tell y’all a story. A story about my papa. The Gunslinger. The Baddest Man in Hell. Agent Ukulele. Angel Eyes. The Anti-Type Green. Doctor Clef.

This is a story of how he dies.

=========================

Some Rotten Man will release during this Halloween's ANTHOLOGY! Want to read more right fucking now? Hit me up in DMs to become a beta reader!

#also “Kid” means both “child” AND “baby goat” in this context #scp #scp foundation #scp wiki #alto clef #clef #dr clef #dr. clef #scp 166 #maggie #the goddess #Some Rotten Man #WH0RE 0F BL00D #writers on tumblr #preview

[obbiwonk]

poll for GLaDOS' Song voice parts and harmony comfiness

hello so @lovingtogetic is starting a project where we all do a mass choir arrangement of GLaDOS' Song from the Portal series. if you know about this project, your voice type and whether you can sing melodies, just skip to the paragraphs starting with "***".

for those of you interested, I will arrange sheet music for it, but I'd like to know your voice parts (soprano, mezzo-soprano, alto, tenor, baritone, bass) (if you are a mezzo or a baritone you may have to lean in one direction depending on the responses.

i also wanna know which people of which voice parts can sing harmonies. in my experience, you either are naturally drawn to harmonies or you can only sing melodies but i'm sure everyone varies.

basically, im trying to figure out which voice part to give the melody to and which voice parts can reliably hold a harmony.

a few helpful links before the poll starts:

a song with an example of 3 harmonies combining into a melody: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iToG7boxo64

a youtube video harmony breakdown for those who are new to singing and unsure if you can sing harmonies (it starts with all parts combined and then breaks down each part by character): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj08xI8Hvig (white diamond is about a soprano, maybe mezzo with the one low note harmony, blue diamond seems more alto, yellow diamond seems tenor maybe baritone.)

***poll instructions: even if you can sing multiple voice types, (for example I can go from soprano to high baritone) pick one that you're most comfortable with. if you don't know your voice type, we're gonna rely on the sex binary for a moment, as i am not aware how being intersex affects the voice, and am only vaguely aware of how hrt affects the voice if at all(?):

soprano: highest voice, usually afab voices, usually these singers can go up but not too far down

mezzo soprano: second highest, may end up singing the soprano line and singing the lower note if the soprano line splits, usually afab, very unique range from singer to singer and most lean towards either soprano or alto, if you're pretty rangey and are okay with soprano lines pick this one

alto: "lowest" afab voice, usually if I'm reading an alto line I'm not happy if the notes stop being ledger lines below the treble clef; but beethoven has altos singing in the mezzo soprano range, usually altos can go down but not as far up.

tenor: highest amab voice, if you're amab and you can sing "Sugar" by Maroon 5 you're probably a tenor, can potentially go as high as the soprano but i probably won't make you do that, if you can go up but not down pick this one

baritone: like the mezzo soprano but for amab people, i believe most baritones lean towards bass lines tho(? could be wrong), think of "Agony" from Into The Woods, those princes are both baritones

bass: lowest voice before you start adding the word "contra" to voice types (don't worry abt it) sings at the bottom of the bass clef and can go above bass clef (even on treble clef if Beethoven's writing. sorry just performed his 9th symphony "ode to joy" so it's fresh in my head), sings the bass line which is like a counter-melody more than a harmony in classical music, think The Wolf from Into The Woods he has a duet with Little Red called "Hello, Little Girl"

***more poll instructions! so there will be two of each voice type it'll go something like "[voice type here], i prefer melodies" and "[voice type here] i can sing harmonies" if you can do both, pick harmony so I know that's an option for your voice type, especially if you're a soprano y'all never get harmonies and i think descants (harmonies written above the melody) are super cool. Sorry mezzos and baritones i had to cut you out due to lack of poll options, try your best to lean and I'll split a couple lines for ya.

#glados' song #obbimine #obbi #obbiwonk #portal #mass choir project

[scp-l4-clef-alto-001]

Dear Porn Bot,

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And maybe, in that moment, you would decide that out of the many thousands of hot single ladies in my area. . . you'd found the one that you want to settle down with, create a life with together, and be happy with for the rest of your life.

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#the bots are growing sapient

[youllallriseintheink]

The Road to Alagadda

Desperate to research the threats posed by the unknowable and dangerous land of Alagadda, the SCP Foundation attempts to position their resident reality-warper and professional piece of work, Alto Clef, to be invited to Alagadda by the Ambassador. Meanwhile, the Ambassador has its own plans for Clef.

---

For years, the SCP Foundation could only watch as the Ambassador led artist after artist to abandon their lives on earth. They'd sent fleets of trained military personnel only to have them killed effortlessly by reality warpers, their remains tossed back through the doors as though to mock the researchers.

Another strategy had been tried: training researchers in the way of fine arts and positioning them to be chosen by the Ambassador, such that they might enter Alagadda as a welcome presence. Unfortunately, the results were the same for every researcher-turned-artist who had gone through this process: once they entered Alagadda, nothing could get them to leave.

"There is one more thing we could try," said one shadowy O5 council member to the board of hr fellows after yet another researcher had been lost to the strange realm. "We could send someone who is impervious to most otherworldly influences. Someone who has reality-warping powers of his own and would never choose art over the violence we let him inflict.”

Another council member, the oldest, looked across to her, eyes sharp. "Alto Clef is an important asset to the Foundation. And moreover, letting him into a realm we know nothing about given his unruly personality could have any number of consequences.”

The other O5 member shook her head. “We don’t know whether Alagadda is related to the Scarlet King,” she countered. “This could very well be the only way to stem a growing army of reality warpers.”

The eldest member sat back, steepled his hands, and thought for a moment. “Very well," then," he said finally. "We will set him up with Paraskevas Portokalis for art film mentorship, as we have with the other researchers we've sent. But if he dies, or worse, converts, you may very be terminated for it.”

The O5 councilwoman nodded. “That's a risk I'm willing to take.”

—-

Charlotte shuddered and screamed as millipedes coated in fake blood crawled from her mouth. Her writhing on the floor was a bit of overacting that Alto Clef had demanded, but the rest of her reaction was genuine. Her joke of a "director" had insisted that nothing else would do.

“Cut!” Clef yelled, prompting the poor actress to roll over onto her hands and knees and spit out the bugs. “Someone get me a lemon drop French martini," Clef ordered. "We start filming again in seventeen and a half minutes. I want twenty more takes of this by the time the day’s out.”

The actress spat out one last grub and looked at Clef in absolute disdain. “What,” she demanded, “is the point of having six bug-vomiting scenes in a film about children’s drawings?”

Clef lounged back in his director’s chair and smiled ghoulishly at her. “It’s about how human expression is painful, or something. I don’t know. It’s fun for me.”

Charlotte looked over to the renowned but retired art film director, Paraskevas Portokalis, who was sat next to his spoiled little protégé in a similar chair. Unfortunately but unsurprisingly, he seemed perfectly at peace with things. The man loved watching the creative process of "young and blossoming artists" the way some liked watching the bizarre films he'd spent decades of his life creating. It's why he'd chosen to spend his retirement mentoring anyone who wanted to be mentored.

"A film does need to be enjoyed, eh, Alto?" the old director said. "No meaning will be absorbed without pleasure, surely. But you have to consider what the audience will like, too, no? Don't become too wrapped up in your own preferences."

"Yeah. Sure. I'll think about it," Clef said. He surely would not think about it. He didn't give a damn about children's drawings. Not like his kid could make him any that wouldn't disintegrate in a day from merely being in her radius. No hand-drawn Father's Day cards for him, just the flowers that sprouted from the wreckage of her containment cell whenever it went too long without replacement.

As Clef returned home to the base that night and did his one-hour off-key ukele solo in the dormitory halls, he thought to himself, "This is the life." He thought he had it made on the base tormenting SCPs and his coworkers all day, but this. He had a whole year where his "job" was basically to boss people around and make them do whatever he wanted.

Yes, as Clef settled down for the night, he was absolutely certain that no one could make him an artist and he'd never go to Alagadda. This would be a fun year, and then he'd go back to his old life. He fell asleep peacefully, blissfully unaware that he was being watched.

That night, Clef dreamt. He was standing in a dark void, and then an explosion occurred, sending fractals of light and particles in every direction. From there, there were images of things Clef would never have been able to describe.

Clef watched as an alien-looking, water-dwelling squid creature taught a smaller creature of its species- its young, perhaps- to forge ornate glass vases using the heat of hydrothermal vents. After a while, Clef was torn away from their cozy home. He saw its beautiful glass exterior, and then, as he continued to be pulled away, he saw a city of similar ones, unique and sparkling. He was pulled further and saw more cities, then pulled from the ocean and into the sky, where he saw alien plant life and beautiful cities of stone on the planet's landmasses. And then he saw a tiny blip in the water- the rainbow-coloured corpse of the parental squid. But the cities, the art, the legacy remained.

Clef's alarm went off the next morning at six sharp. He rushed through his usual workout regimen feeling especially amped, adrenaline pushing him through more chin-ups than he'd ever accomplished as his mind raced. He had to get back on set. He had to do what those jellyfish were doing.

When Clef arrived on set, he was surprised at first to find that everyone there aside from Portokalis looked bored and annoyed with him. But of course they did- he'd been treating this privilege as a joke. "Everyone but Portokalis, take the day off," Clef announced. "I need to make some changes to the script. You'll be paid in full."

The actress turned away in annoyance and began walking away, no doubt wondering what fresh torture Clef was cooking up for her.

Clef had no time to worry about that. He took to the side of the old director, who had already been seated beside the director's chair. "Alright. We have to make some changes," he started, putting his chair opposite the director's and sitting to face him. "First, I want the protagonist to be vomiting coloured paint, not bugs. We'll use some kind of practical effects to make the colours cover the whole room to show what art does to the world. The windows should become coloured glass. And I want her to survive it. Second, I want this movie to actually be good. You'll have to teach me how to do that."

Portokalis smiled enthusiastically and stood up with all the energy his old bones could muster. "I knew you'd find your inner artist," he drawled, "All my protégés do in time."

They began to walk to the desk on which Clef would plan his masterpiece.

"Though, then they tend to disappear..."

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Weeks passed. Every night, Clef dreamt of art being created by aliens, proto-humans, and even by what seemed like biblical angels. Every day, he woke up and worked on the film, incorporating what he saw or what he'd learned from it. Everyone but Portokalis was furious with the constant change, but Clef didn't care. He had eight months left to create his masterpiece. The film wouldn't be publishable by the end of the year, and Portokalis would make limited copies of the film and move on to his next protégé, but that was fine. Clef accepted it. He'd keep his copy, share his art with anyone he could, carry the skills into smaller, hobbyist projects afterward, and let that be enough. He'd even started trying to play his ukele well.

That was, until the night of September 28th. On that night, Clef dreamt again of the alien squids creating blown glass. This time it was a master artist creating a great glass structure as many others followed suit, waving their tentacles around in rows of hydrothermal vents like a university classroom attempting to emulate an esteemed professor.

And then the earth began to shake and rumble, and every glass structure shattered as the squids panicked. Once again, Clef began to zoom out of the scene, first from the ocean and then from their atmosphere, backing away just in time to see an asteroid reduce their planet to flaming shards of rock.

Shards of rock. They must have been miles in length, but from Clef's perspective, they were like particles of glass. Clef's scientific knowledge told him that every last shard of actual glass from the planet must have been melted now.

Gone.

Clef was hyperventilating. Once he would have enjoyed such destruction. But now...

The particles of the planet dispersed and stars in the sky exploded, one by one, until Clef was left in a blank void. What looked like a biblical angel floated a few feet from his face, and Clef thought that surely it couldn't die. Surely it wouldn't be destroyed by time as well. But it, too, exploded in a flower of blood and viscera.

And then, Clef heard music. He turned, and he saw a beautiful city with strange geometries, painted in red, white, yellow and black and decorated in all forms of art, most of which Clef had never seen even in his dreams. He even spotted a palace made of coloured glass, grander than the ones he'd seen underwater but undeniably the same style. Clef came towards the city, and as he stepped into its streets, he began to feel safe again. This place wouldn't crumble. It would outlast the very universe and then the universe after it.

Then, Clef's alarm went off. He turned it off, cold with sweat and heart racing.

Clef arrived at the film studio, still feeling and no doubt looking haunted. By now, the studio was filled with strange and abandoned props- things that Clef had integrated into his film in a flurry of inspiration and discarded in favor of alternative desires just as quickly. And amongst them were a crew of frustrated actors and a smiling Paraskevas Portokalis.

"We need to start all over," Clef said.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Charlotte shouted. "For what? So you can keep overloading this movie with weird shit that no one is going to understand?"

As recently as yesterday, Clef would have snarked at her in response. Today, all that escaped his lips were the words, "I don't know."

How could he make something that mattered? He needed his work to be seen, worshipped, its message known. But even if it was, it would all disappear in the end. He looked over to Portokalis, whose face had fallen. "I don't know," he repeated, hoping that his mentor would have the answer.

"Shall we leave the actors to their acting and try to do some writing?" the mad director asked, putting a hand around Clef's back and guiding him to a breakout room. Clef followed his lead into the room and fell down heavily in a chair. Portokalis brought him some paper and pencils.

"Alright, now leave me alone," Clef ordered. "And have someone bring me a martini. My usual order."

"Very well," Portokalis said, turning to leave.

Clef faced the paper, his mind empty. Minutes passed, and he tried writing the easiest story he could think of, a simple torture-and-murder type thing that he'd fantasized about on his coffee breaks in the Foundation. He didn't have the words even for that.

Clef's lack of inspiration continued for several days, and the dreams had stopped entirely. Filming continued as Clef directed, his eyes glazed over and the wheels of his mind spinning as he tried to fix his film. The actors were glad for the lack of changes, which annoyed Clef. Why hadn't he taken the time to enjoy their misery before? He couldn't enjoy it now. The halls of the foundation had grown quiet from the lack of Clef's ukele solos.

Weeks later, Clef finally had a dream again. No imagery, just a single voice, deep and androgunous and smooth.

Show me who you are, it said. Express yourself. Show me that you are worthy.

The next morning, Clef came into filming, loaded his arms with all the art supplies he could carry, and hurried back home. Frenzied, he ran through his dorm unit, coating everything with red and black. That wasn't enough. Home wasn't where he was most himself and he knew it. He took his cans of red and black, with white and yellow, too, for good measure, and stumbled into the SCP research center. He threw a bucket of yellow paint on the ground and began spreading it before he realized that this wasn't enough, either. No. He knew what he must do.

Clef made his way over to SCP 682's containment cell, opened it with his keycard, and threw black paint into the vat of acid containing the anomaly. In its subdued and tortured state, the creature did not react. Once at a safe distance and out of the creature's eyesight, Clef pushed the button to collapse the tank of acid and watched as the reptile thrashed about, roaring and spilling paint everywhere as it made its way out of the cell door. Soon, the blood of some unfortunate personnel would join the black.

Yes. This was him. He was pure chaos and destruction. This was the self-expression the voice had commanded of him. He could feel it. A bit longer and he'd be done.

At some point during Clef's artistic rampage, in which six more SCPs were released and he faced a strange lack of interference, something was said over the intercom. Clef scarcely registered it. At some point, cameras, microphones, and a harness were put on his body by other members of the SCP personnel. He didn't notice. At the end of twenty minutes, the SCPs were once again contained and Clef found himself painting a door of white on a wall painted black. When he was finished, he stepped through the door.

From the control room, several researchers were gathered to watch through Clef's cameras. Through it, they saw a world of four colours: red, black, yellow, and white- though Clef was, for the first time, seeing it in every colour he knew of and some he didn't. The realm's citizens, all clad in masquerade masks, were strange and alien. Some even floated as though through water. The world's structures and geometries were downright bizarre. The camera on Clef's chest heaved as he took several sighs of relief. And then he noticed the equipment that had been attached to him.

"Ha, you thought you'd try to pull me back if I went local, huh? Well, I'm not going to be held back by a stupid leash."

"Okay, let's reel him back," the head researcher ordered through a walkie-talkie. On the Foundation's side of the door, three Mobile Task Force members began to heave the cord that connected Clef to the real world. Clef fell backward, but then he used his reality-warping powers to undo the harness. The three guards, suddenly pulling at an empty leash instead of against a man, fell backward.

"What do we do?" asked a scientist from the control room.

"We learn what we can learn from the cameras," said the lead scientist, "and if need be, use our last resort."

Clef strolled through the city, stopping occasionally to gawk at bizarre art or to chat with a strange beings in an unrecognizable tongue and be spoken back to in English. About ten minutes into his sightseeing, a fifteen-foot-tall being cloaked in robes and wrapped in chains melted out of the cobblestone road and appeared before him.

Alto Clef, the being said. Its voice was androgynous and otherworldly and threatening. Clef remembered it as the voice from his dreams. Welcome. I'm glad that you've accepted my invitation. You are not any ordinary guest here. We know of your powers. And we know of your love for violence. We have a special role for you here.

The being stomped the ground, and a portal leading to swirling cosmos opened up beneath it. You see, for people to crave legacy, immortality, and all else that our world depends on for its new members, they must fear death and destruction. We will make sure you have time to create, but we would also like to instruct you in the ways of using your powers for destruction. You'll have a role here in destroying worlds and causing calamities to keep living beings aware of their fragility. Do you agree to this arrangement?

Clef took a moment to absorb what he was hearing. Then he smiled and laughed so hard he could barely collect himself. "Yes," he said. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" His trepidations towards violence were gone- he was no longer one of mortal creation, so why should their destruction frighten him?

"Clef," came the voice of a female researcher through the speaker attached to his chest. "This being might be tricking you. You have a pleasant life at the foundation. Come back. We'll even re-negotiate your contract if you want, we-"

"Shove it!"

"Very well. We'll have to turn to other measures, then," came the transmission as Clef threw it on the ground and stepped on it until it broke.

The ambassador guided Clef along a cobblestone road. About five minutes into their walk, they heard the sound of stampeding footsteps. Clef looked back and saw easily a hundred Mobile Task Force soldiers running in, guns at the ready, but the ambassador stepped forward and, with a flick of his wrist, caused them all to fall down dead.

"Ha. I guess that's the best they got," Clef said, turning back to follow the ambassador.

"Dad," came a female voice from behind Clef. He audibly gasped when he saw where it had come from. Standing amongst the corpses was a blonde teenage girl with furry goat legs and horns- his daughter. And she looked ready to cry. "Dad. Please come back. If you don't come back, I'll stay here."

Clef's mouth hung open as he took in the implications of that. "Honey... you have to leave. You destroy everything man-made, and this place is only made of man-made materials. There's nothing natural under it! You'd make this place fall apart. We'd all die."

The girl clenched her jaw as tears ran down her face. "If I go back without you, the foundation will kill me," she said.

"I have to protect this world," said the ambassador. "Will her powers still affect this place if she's dead?"

"Yes!" Clef screamed. "It'll make them go haywire! She'd destroy everything in a minute if you kill her, so don't even think about it!" It was a lie. Clef didn't know what would happen if his daughter died.

Grass was growing at his daughter's feet, disturbing the cobblestones. That was Clef's final straw. He ran, grabbing his daughter's hand and sprinting for the door he'd opened and thankfully not painted shut. They were through the door before Clef dared to look back.

The ambassador was not in a rush. It stepped slowly toward the door, and once it got there, pulled a paint bucket and brush out of thin air and painted the portal closed.

It made sense, Clef supposed. He was a threat to Alagadda's existence. There'd been no need to stop him from leaving.

With information on Alagadda acquired, there was no need for Clef to learn about the art of film. His mentorship was ended and he returned to his post at the Foundation. The very day he was repositioned, Clef bought himself a set of paints. He'd make something to earn his way back to the unending world of Alagadda, and this time the Foundation wouldn't interfere.

#scp foundation #alto clef #alagadda #the ambassador #scp 166 #my fanfiction

[girldraki]

We Have A Canon URL Actually Masterpost

we are very annoying on here about the “alto clef multiple personalities” thing but we want you all to know we are discussing something that legitimately exists on mainsite, even if its presence consists of quite literally three tales and a bag of corn chips. details under the cut, including a bunch of direct pull quotes

preliminary notes:

if you don’t know what a system means in this context, it’s a word for “multiple people in one body“, best known in the context of dissociative identity disorder/did or formerly multiple personality disorder; a short explanation including most relevant terms we’ll be using can be found here

did specifically, since it’s relevant to clef’s plurality per the wiki and isn’t explained in detail in the last link, is a form of systemhood associated with trauma that involves maladaptive dissociative symptoms including amnesia (aka time loss) and depersonalization/derealization (dp/dr)

none of these are exactly unilaterally “good rep“, tbh, but they’re on the wiki and are therefore some degree of “official” canon

scp-4231

most popular of the tales to do this by far

portrayed with did: • francis is shown or described as experiencing dp/dr with increasing intensity throughout the skip (notably in the “december 2nd, 1998” and “document scp-4231-2-a” segments). • -b is verbally described in “the curious case of scp-4231-b” segment as having an unspecified dissociative condition. • their non-dpdr symptoms (switching, time loss as seen in the “greyhound” segment) imply a did diagnosis

The breakdown is fast and complete. He sits on the floor of the phone booth at a dingy greyhound station and sobs through a mixture of panic and grief, and then just like that the announcement for the next bus comes over the intercom and he switches back from one person to another. 

[...]

Francis stops crying so abruptly it hurts. Agent Ukulele stands. It's a moment that his brain blacks out of his memory. He walks out of the phone booth more bored than anything...

questionable/unclear intent regarding the delineation between clef and francis specifically in some places:

Certain traits about B become more solidified as time goes on, when he goes about adapting an entirely different personality to combat the trauma; the new B is eccentric, flamboyant, even bordering on inflammatory towards others. The deep mental distress and accompanying physical illness that keeps him bedridden in the two weeks immediately following his extraction from SCP-4231 disappear. The new B knows nothing, or, at least, appears to know very little about what has transpired to put him in this situation. He no longer inquiries about the child, or about A, or the town of North Access where he has lived all his life. The signs of body dysphoria stemming from the Montauk Procedure are either gone or deeply hidden.

vs (both from “the curious case of scp-4231-b”)

His radical transformation into a new personality appears to be less of a worsening of his dissociative condition and more of a transition into a being so blatantly disrespectful and infuriating that staff interaction results in only frustration.

classical revival

the earliest tale(s) to make clef a system and apparent inception of francis as a character in general, published in 2012

portrayed with apparent/functional did explained in-universe through the application of “outdated soviet combat conditioning memetics” to create constructed personas

• Francis Wojciechoski - b. 1967 - A graduate student who always seems to get the short end of the stick. A lover of music in all its forms: can play alto saxophone and ukulele. A reality-bender.

• Agent Ukulele – A constructed personality designed to both use and limit Francis’ powers. Essentially a cartoon character with limited characterization, used to destroy or subdue incredibly powerful entities.

• Alto Clef – A secondary constructed personality, designed to allow Francis to operate as a normal human being. Currently a field agent of the GOC.

despite the fantasy framing, this (kind of bizarrely) does seem to be an attempt to specifically portray did; clef is depicted having a severe dp/dr episode during upswing of disorder:

Clef sliced a man’s throat open with a razor, and subsequently came to the realization that he had no idea why he had a straight razor in the first place, or how he was still moving. Some part of him was dimly aware that there was significantly more lead and significantly less blood in his body than there normally was, and that this was a bad thing. His body was retreating, but this seemed to be a lot less important than observing all the pretty patterns on the floor and walls. The brief moment of realization faded away into the background. He was somewhere else, somewhere far away, watching the scene acted out around him from some mental Laz-E-Boy. Just faces on a screen. Like a movie. Like a cartoon.

“Holy shit! Did you see that guy? Just went and offed himself! I mean, my breath isn’t that bad!”

The commentary seemed just as natural as the violence on the screen. It passed in a blur, the voice taunting and cheering and jeering and laughing, the bodies dropping to the floor, the splashes of red. The world blurred together with runny watercolors.

the great site-87 bake sale (s&c plastics canon)

microaggression tbh

described as having “[reality bender status induced, secondary] psychosis”; practically speaking based on how they’re handled, seems to be mislabeled plurality?

Francis- or something very much like him- [...] Francis- or rather, the thing that looked like him- [...] Francis— no, Clef...

rep is kind of muddled because the author is visibly not doing this on purpose

Weiss, for her part, produced a syringe from her pocket, grabbed Clef by the shoulder, and jammed the needle into the largest vein she could find. The plunger went down, and a reality-restoring drug entered his bloodstream.

Francis Wojciechoski dropped his ukulele and hat, rubbing his shoulder and neck. "…couldn't you have done that earlier?"

#txt #scp #scp foundation #dr clef #alto clef #francis wojciechoski #agent ukulele #this is a goddamn novel on mobile jsyk. sorry

[fuzedatti]

XVIII. Long live the King.

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Masterlist

CW ; Graphic descriptions of violence.

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—Shit!

The metal hitting his face was not well received, Clef thought he had fallen on the Moon but was, for some reason, back on Alagadda.

—Watch your language Alto Clef.– Said the White Lord.

—Hey, what am I doing here?– He rolled his body against the ground to adjust himself and sit properly. —A few seconds ago I was falling straight to the Moon and- –

—Yes, yes, I know, – They answered. —I have been observing you, to know if you are actually going to fulfill your part of the deal.–

—Of course we're going to do it! It's just that your crazy brother killed all of Olympus and now controls them.– He exaggerated the irritation in his voice.

—I know, Clef.– They repeated their words. —That's why I brought you back.–

Now that he was aware of his surroundings, the rest of The Parliament of Joy was not there, only the White Lord looking at him with his stone-like expression.

—I'm not supposed to do this.– They clasped their hands in front of their body and walked over to a long, dirty box. On the edges of the box were engraved in gold the words:

"First Kingdom of Men. AUDAPAUPADOPOLIS."

The White Lord opened the box very carefully and Clef's three eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. It was a huge spear, covered in silver and wrapped in a red veil; The point was rusted with blood, and the dagger was already worn. The blonde cautiously approached the mask and it brought the gun to him, letting him take it.

—You should know what this artifact is. That is why you must take it to Kul-Manas, it is the only way he can defeat the Black Lord in his current form.

The doctor's hands trembled as he felt the firm wood of the spear for the first time in his long, eternal life. He had heard myths about it, but nothing compared to what he felt at that moment.

—But I no longer have God's blood, we used it all to get to Olympus...– The White Lord pointed at Clef's body with one of their fingers, which was soaked with golden blood. —Oh, yeah, of course...–

The mask came closer and just as the King had done, he drew a circle on the ground so he could transport it back to Louis.

—One last question, Dr. Clef.– Clef looked at them. —Do you believe in God?–

The light breeze woke Louis up. His aching body screamed for rest, his chest caved in from the fight and his eyes now completely black, deprived from light. How strange, Louis thought he had died after Dýo's attack, judging by the possessed corpses around him that did not happened. The plague doctor tried to run from them but his sharp pain prevented him from moving forward.

—Please... Louis...– One of the masks whispered. —Sit down... and... listen...–

—We don't...want...to do this...–

Confused, he let his heavy body fall onto a rock to lean back and watch them. They all had an anguished expression and emanated a similar energy. —Why aren't you attacking me?–

—We are... the consciousness of... what you... once called... love...– Their sobs remained engraved in his consciousness. —We are what remains... What survives...–

The few remaining gods and deities took shelter around his body to begin healing him. The body of the God of Medicine, Acleipus, passed different herbs over Louis to heal his wounds.

—We are bound... to the bodies of these divinities... but we still keep... your love...

Their voices were the same as Dýo's, much more gentle and concerned. Another of the Gods, Hermes, approached him and showed him some writings in which the ingredients for the creation of other masks such as Dýo were read.

—He stole... Hephaestus's plans... and he replicated to us to fill... his void...– He brought his hand to his hollow chest. —He has stolen... our hearts...–

Louis couldn't say anything, they may be fragments of Dýo, but in those fragments, he kept his light. He remembered that, the incredulous Dýo that he once loved had left to make a way for a ruthless Dýo, even with his lover. The blood on his face fell at the feet of the corpses, burning even more. He stood up carefully, gripping the left side of his face tightly to stop the bleeding from his illness. Now heading to the tower from the start, he was stopped by one of the corpses.

—Mon chéri... what are you doing?

—I'm going to smash your skull, get out of the way.

—The whole me...is too strong...he'll hurt you again...and we won't be here to help you...

—I didn't need you a long ago and I don't need you now.

—Ma colombe... I won't stop you... but think about what you are saying...– Louis pushed the corpse out of his way and continued walking. —My instability...–

He was about to answer him until Clef's portal blinded his vision. The blond headed towards him with spear in hand, fists white from the force with which he held it. Both doctors looked at each other and Louis gave him a doubtful look.

—What is that in your hands?

—The only way out.

He loosened his grip to hand over the worn spear. The doctor had no idea that the artifact was the only one capable of killing a God. When the wood touched his hand he felt goosegumps go down his whole body; It was not heavy despite its great size, and its red veil danced with the wind.

—I've heard of artifacts capable of doing impossible things,– The doctor affirmed, seeing how his blood drained over the spear to become part of it. —But I've never seen one like this, and judging by your return, you must know something.–

—This is the spear with which the heart of...

Clef was interrupted by the thunderous sound of a beast descending from the skies. Dýo's rage escaped his eyes, the usual violet glow replaced by a crimson red. Clef drew his own weapon reflexively but Louis stopped him, denying him the way with the divine spear.

—This battle is not meant for you.– His cold voice chilled Clef's soul. —I must finish it by myself.–

—Finally you are going to stand up for yourself.– Dýo mocked, clenching the sharp fangs of the cerberus. —Are you going to rebel against the God that gave you life?–

The doctor approached him, stepping on the remains of masks and bodies under his feet. He wielded the spear in the direction of the beast, aiming for its head.

—I do not believe in God.

His response caused the beast to chase towards him, its roars numbing the ears of the only survivors. The doctor moved until the last moment to stab one of the can's heads, even though he had already destroyed the masks, the heads obeyed him as if it were a hive mind; Dýo writhed in pain as he felt a part of his soul being brutally destroyed but he couldn't stop, this time he surrounded Louis to dodge his attacks and bit him with his snake tail.

—You disgusting viper!– Louis yelled, feeling the venom coursing through his veins. He used the spear to kill the snake and render it unusable.

Dýo chuckled as he continued his attacks on his counterpart; Every hit and bite was dodged by the spear, which emanated a rather threatening energy for Dýo. One of his bites managed to scratch it but the wood splintered his mouth and it began to hurt more than it should. He jerked his head away from it in pain and end up impaled by the weapon once more. Now only one head was missing.

The situation was making the God very nervous, who couldn't control his breathing, all the holes in his mask couldn't stop bleeding, his smoky limbs were painful, and he felt his non-existent heart skip a beat.

But he didn't stop, tearing both heads off with his claws causing a grotesque sound as he mutilated torn muscles, cartilage and arteries ripping in two to free himself. The battlefield was littered with bloody violet feathers and skeletal claw marks. Dýo clenched his fangs as hard as he could and pounced on Louis; Every scratch burned like the sun itself but he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop, his pride totally blinded his judgment until his last moments.

In desperation, he used his tentacles to immobilize the doctor and impaled him against a sharp rock. Louis spat out blood, trying to hold what was left of his lungs and breathe. In the distance Clef was pointing his gun at Dýo's head, but would not fire until Louis indicated that he needed his help. The possessed corpses had already fallen to the ground with both heads severed and their life force returned to the host.

—Give me the signal and I'll blow his fucking head off, doctor!

—You should listen to your toy!– Dýo's mocking voice could barely be understood by how distorted it was. —You can't defeat me, you'll never be better than me. I am the perfect life form, The Black Lord. I am the murderer of Zeus, the new emperor of Olympus..–

His delirious voice began to lose itself in his own thoughts, slowly loosening thr grip of his tentacles. The mask morphed between happiness and anger, laughing maniacally, uncontrollably.

—I outwitted the largest foundation in the universe. I am the God of the New World. I will be your King, your guide. I will form the greatest empires, the best armies. I am the collector of power from other Gods to be the one and only...

All surviving life forms will obey their new leader!

I. Am. Your. Go-!

Broken porcelain has a very distinctive sound. First, there's the sharp pop as it hits the ground, and then the echo of broken material. It's a sound that sticks in your mind once you hear it and know that you were to blame for it. But this time, no porcelain was thrown to the ground, rather it was pierced by the same weapon with which the heart of Jesus of Nazareth was pierced; The Spear Of The Non-Believer. Right in the middle of his forehead began a river of cracks, which became fractures and then pieces. The dull sound of a moan caught Louis' attention, who with the little vision he had left could recognize that it came from Dýo.

—I wish...I'd been better...

When the last flame in his eyes faded, the mask broke to spread over his own blood, with a smile still drawn on his face. The body of the cerberus fell on the opposite side totally unarmed, the feathers falling off quickly to meet all in one place and form what appeared to be a tiny shell. Clef ran over to Louis to help him up onto the rock, putting one of his arms around his shoulder and letting him lean back against it.

—You'll be fine, right?

—Yes, don't worry about me...– He coughed up some blood onto the blonde's white coat. —I just need to heal myself...–

Clef put him down for a few moments to take the feathered shell and show it to Louis. —It's the project the foundation was talking about, it's still alive somehow.–

Louis tried to stand up carefully, ignoring the pain in his ribs. He took the egg in his hands and caressed it gently, watching how it reacted to his touch by bristling. He returned the egg to Clef's arms to head towards the amorphous mass of what had been Dýo.

He gathered up every single piece he could find, taking care not to break it any more than it already was. He knelt before the entity, seeing all the chaos it has caused, he squeezed his eyes shut to cry in silence. He brought the mass to his chest to hug it, sobbing at the memories; That position was the same one he had when he saw Dýo bleed for the first time, he loved him so much it was disgusting.

Alto Clef placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, catching his attention. The doctor turned to see him with tearful dark eyes, meeting the blonde's soft gaze. The three-eyed one told him to turn over one of the Gods on the ground, who were no longer wearing the mask and had their facial muscles exposed; Tiny threads of tissue began to rebuild the skin. The true Gods cannot die due to the greed of demigods or creatures, they will take a few years to revive but they will eventually return.

—We must take 035 to the King, otherwise we will have to use the spear again.– He said as he approached the weapon to take it.

—His name was Dýo...

Clef sighed and nodded. —Yes, Dýo... I'm sorry.–

He was already going to the place where he came to leave but he noticed that Louis didn't move, he was still in the same place crying looking at a blind spot. His face cleared up the more time he spent with Dýo, caressing the shards with his fingertips.

—Aren't you coming?

Louis didn't turn to look at him. He wondered if it was really worth giving everything again for someone who gave so little. He remembered all the things that happened between them in the last twenty-five hundred years; His memory was like an old film tape, showing continuous static images instead of vivid memories. He felt the breeze, the ground, the clouds, everything reminded him of them, because he found everything in him and him in everything.

So, he decided that it was worth it.

—Yes, I'll go in a moment.

Clef nodded again and headed towards the portal from before to activate it again. Its glow reflected against his body and he stepped inside, turning back to make sure Louis was following, only to watch as he stood up before being transported back to Alagadda.

In the blink of an eye he was in front of the entire royal court, the three lords with advanced illness and the immobile but threatening King. Clef swallowed hard and stepped forward, setting the spear on the ground.

—Doctor Alto Clef.– The Red Lord enunciated. —Where is Kul-Manas and the Black Lord?–

Clef broke out in a cold sweat and looked around, he pulled the collar of his shirt to release tension.

—Well it's a fun story...– The portal opened again with Louis inside it, carrying some of Dýo's remains in his arms.

—I've done my part.

He tossed the small mass at the King's feet, who grabbed the remains and swallowed them into his body. He looked at the Ambassador, who was smiling and bowed to Nicéphore and Nicéphore bowed too. That bow sparked something in him, a spark he hadn't felt in millennia; He looked at the Ambassador again with a doubtful expression, the entity made a gesture with their hands that he could not understand, assuming it was something like "You will return".

Anomalies like them were an enigma, they kept their ideals as mysteries and nothing else, they didn't even confess their sins among themselves. The french turned to see the Lords, who were laughing softly but, somehow, he knew that they weren't laughing at him or someone in particular, but that it was a welcoming laugh.

—I congratulate you, immortals, for completing such wonderful journey,– He announced out loud. —Now you have the grace to visit Alagadda and be welcomed whenever you want–

It was not the prize they expected despite not being bothered by it.

—Kul-Manas, before you go... We must tell you something, in private.

Clef turned to Louis to make sure they weren't up to anything strange, when he saw the other's serene expression he calmed down and left them alone to go through the portal; He arrived right at the doctors´ office from where Clef worked. One of the doctors recognized him, it was Kondraki, who was surrounded by butterflies and looked at him in surprise. The brown man ran towards him to hug him tightly but Clef moved away so that he would avoid crushing the shell.

—Good God Clef, we thought you were dead!– Kondraki looked at Clef's appearance, he was a mess, covered in golden blood and dirt.

—I was thrown to the Moon again, of course I'm fine.– He laughed a little, closing his eyes before the blinding light of the portal opened again. Now he owes him an explanation why he has an SCP Archon and Euclid next to him.

Kondraki sent his butterflies to Louis who simply slumped to the ground from exhaustion. —Kondraki, wait! He comes with me, he helped me.–

—SCP-049 helped you, where is his mask? And why does he look so haggard?

—It's... a long story but we must take him to the infirmary, he's seriously injured. It is not hostile, it only needs to regenerate.

The dark-haired man looked at him with doubt but he trusted him, he turned to see the other doctors who saw everything with a mixture of fascination and fear, it seemed that no one was going to say anything so Kondraki helped Clef carrying Louis towards the infirmary; Once there, the plague doctor woke up again in great pain, disoriented and with a hellish migraine.

—Scalpel...quick...–

—Hey, I'm not going to give you anything- 

—Shut up Kondraki.– Clef said giving the instrument to Louis. —I told you it's not hostile.–

Nicéphore began to dissect his own chest, where he had been impaled, to remove the true remains of Dýo along with his secretion.

—Oh God, now he's bringing out a Keter-class SCP...– Kondraki had fists pulling strands of hair from his head in disstress.

—Dýo is in a state of hibernation...– Louis' soft voice sounded too weak. Leaving the mass next to him to continue rebuilding his body, he asked Clef to bring him a D-class to use as a transplant. —He won't wake up for about a hundred years.–

Kondraki fell silent at the statement, looking at SCP-035, which seemed to be a white mosaic with a smiling expression; He then saw Louis's melancholy, Clef's determination... Something had changed in the foundation, something changed in his vision towards the SCPs.

—SCP-049... Is Dýo the name of SCP-035?

It took him a few seconds to process his question. —Yes.–

—You look... wasted...–  He didn't know what to say.

—Yeah, I am.

Kondraki nodded waiting for Clef to return to the D-Class, when the D-Class entered Louis simply touched him and killed him to start replacing his organs with his own. It was a somewhat disgusting scene but it was better than letting him rot in his cell.

—Can I ask you one last question?–  Nicéphore saw him and nodded. —What was Dýo for you?–

Strange choice of words, he thought, his mind too distraught to answer his question. He kept sewing and replacing organs, the scientist still waiting for an answer, genuinely wanting to understand his situation. He finished sewing his broken heart, holes still missing, the stitches trying to hold together from the flow of blood. He sighed, feeling that it was the right thing to say.

—He was my everything.

#olympus scp #scp #scp 035 x scp 049 #scp 049 x scp 035 #scp 035 #scp 049 #scp fanfiction #scp fanfic #dr clef #alto clef #dr alto clef #the ambassador of alagadda #scp 2264 #the four lords of alagadda #the masked lords of alagadda #alagadda

[mushroomjeremy]

After a long full year of slowly picking at this drawing to finish it, it’s finally done Hallelujah!

Here is the three version of my Alto Clef headcanon-verse look! 

This was the drawing I was doing when I brought up the split AU with Clef that went off the rails, which it still is. This drawing still works on it own without the AU thing.

Below Keep Reading is the Following:

-three alternate looks to this drawing I was playing around with

-And an explanation and headcanon ramblings about the weird Split-AU

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Here are the two alts first

1st one without the scars and face shadow

2nd one where Francis has horns

3rd one is off the sketches I made for their animal camera heads with Francis having a snake, Clef having a spider, and Ukulele having a cat one. I want to have these done with the normal drawing but it taken too long to finish with this whole things. So take them one their own when they are just sketches.

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Okay here’s the mass dumb ideas for the AU:

The general premise that there is an undocumented SCP that during an interview with Clef got into a fight which ended with the creature somehow splitting Clef into three versions of himself

The individual was shot dead but apparently the anomaly itself can either move hosts or is a weird event that can happen. All that matters is it is technically not contained as of yet.

Clef got split into Alto, Francis, and Agent Ukulele

While this can be seen as A Major system it has more to do with different times and version of themselves than straight up ‘force A Major to mitosis itself’

While I haven’t overall thought about the skip, I have at least made it come back a split others people to at least have come kind of comparison of what the anomaly really does and what is Clef is a strange person in general.

Dr Simon Glass got himself split in two, now temporarily Agent Shard and Dr Glass are separate people

Bright works weirdly if it happens, basically an old version of a body Jack took over get made at random. Jack is trying to go out of his way to find this thing hoping it would somehow make a split from his original body. These splits just work like Jack having multiple bodies.

They can become one person again, but that relies on not hating the other version of themselves and feeling they are one in the same person so Clef ends up making 2/3 fusion as at any given time someone is hating someone else or feels not attached as a whole. So the Foundation is dealing with about 6 different Clefs. Each fusion kinda has a name but its more a title than anything. Francis + Ukulele is ‘God Hunter’ Francis + Clef is ‘The Devil’ and Clef + Ukulele is ‘Bastard’

While both Glass and Shard can become one person again and never need to resplit, Shard wants to beat the anomaly to a pulp first and Simon just lets himself go do that.

Everything beyond this point is just about Clef

They each only have one eye and the other two got replaced with tattoos. They can see out one others eyes if the tattoo has visibility.

Ukulele covers his eye more as a way of hiding outwardly visible anomalous traits than to stop Francis or Clef seeing from where ever Uku is at the moment. They are just collateral damage.

Each version has their own ways of lying. Francis usually uses omissions and denials, Ukulele usually uses white lies and minimization, and Alto just using bold lie, exaggeration, and commission lies. Never trust a thing Alto says, 50/50 if what Ukulele said is true, and Francis is just going to make round you in circles if its not something trivial.

Collectively they have 2 brain cells shared among each other. They are obvious to their surrounds sometimes. It safer for them to move as a pack as their normal awareness has dropped way down.

While they do have more paper work now that they are more people, there is only one extra stack of papers as the Foundation know they won’t be seeing anything from there if two of them aren’t split one full stack.

They also have different aspect of their job split. Agent Ukulele deals with MFT training and deployment, Dr Clef deals with Type Green interviews, testing, and seminars, and Francis get odd jobs to maintenance on SRA, most of it is sitting in a room and cleaning corroded batteries compartment so the anchors aren’t reality collapsing ticking time bombs.

The way they reality bend is also slightly different. Alto uses it a moderate amount usually altering object to annoy other people, Francis uses it the most to help with daily life like making paper weights or “teleporting” around the site  really preferring to change the environment around him, and Ukulele does it the least usually choosing to make himself faster, flexible, and/or stronger at a given time (sometime he uses it to make training courses for MTF but that’s a little rare)

Ukulele usually has the Goc Ichabod rifle, Clef has a triple barrel shotgun thats modified to work on type green, and Francis was just given a knife as neither Uku or Clef wanted to give him a gun.

There is a big polycule going around with mainly Clightdrakiglass. It looks like this mess. I’m not good at making these quickly and nicely, its this or see you in another full year and maybe I’d have it done.

Clightdraki Tri-Selfcest Polycule Conspiracy Theory Cult, while not an actual cult is a strange group of low level no named staff starting a weird group around drama and theorizing about the mess of the above group and co. They are very very strange.

Francis maybe killing a lot of people in the background and no one is really paying mind to it.

And they arent gunshot kills, he’s gutting people with a knife.

No one know why he’s doing this. No one’s looking into this, just casually asking for a death report and moving on.

On a completely different anomalous problem a reality rift made SCP 166-AR and SCP 4166 come here. So that’s also being dealt with to make sure the Clef’s from those realities don’t force there way here to get their respective daughter. They get to share a containment room, everyone gets to be in the garden box :)

I said this AU went off the rails. This should be evident by now.

Lady Agora got roped into this: Clef(s) found where their mother was hiding at and with little to no idea how to undo what is happen gamble with the hope that she would 1. Know what’s going on and 2. Actually willing to help.

She is at least willing to look into the anomaly. She kinda knows the easy way to fix this is therapy, so outside of finding out what it is, isn’t going to help further, if her son want to do this the hard way he can do that on his own. 

I know somewhere in my head there is more to things about this I forgot about right now. May come and update this list if it grows.

#art #Fanart #scp #Dr Clef #Agent Ukulele #francis wojciechoski #scp AU #headcannons #its a long post if you click Keep Reading #I cant draw actual ukuleles have mercy on me #cw scarring #cw spiders #cw eye contact #dont do that cw often but the eyes in this one are kinda unsettling #SCP Split AU

[mattastr0phic]

Accidentally got myself up onstage during Vancouver Pony Expo in the PT event please enjoy my funny messages to large groups of people!

#ponytown #so sorry for causing silly trouble #in the silly event server I was just sillying on stage #I had a moment of reality bender phase 4 settle upon me the power got to my head #scp #scp foundation #dr alto clef #dr clef #dr myriad #clyr #myricle

[dinoswordsb]

Everyone knows that comic right that's like ugh what if t makes me start balding I'll just be a scrawny fail half Japanese French guy Oh my God Kim Kitsuragi I'm So Fucking Sorry. Ok well every time I notice I'm gaining weight and think about fasting like 4 times a week to lose it again I have a moment like that about Dr Alto Clef ugh im short and fat oh my fod I'm sorry dr clef forgive me god I'm so fucking sorry

#hes done so much for me specifically king #scp #hal hour

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Dinner and A Floor Show

My first actual date with Alto Clef, nothing too fancy. Just lasagna, a movie, and... my big fluffy goofball suddenly forgetting how to cat.

Six in the evening, dinner is in the oven, and I'm pacing the floor in my kitchen. Midway between my stove and my refrigerator, and I realize what I forgot to pick up at the shops: a bottle of wine. Probably not a good idea anyway, I do stupid things drunk. Not terminally stupid, challenge 173 to a staring contest dumb stuff, just... really embarrassing once soberish.

My doorbell chimes, too late to think about that now. Clef is here. I wipe my hands on my lemon print apron, and go answer the door. He's on time, impressive. Plus... he seems to have two bouquets, one of white roses for me, and... catnip for my furry junkie. I greet him with a big hug.

While I place the roses in a vase, Clef makes himself at home on my sofa. Liam tries making friends in his usual manner, thumping his hopeful friend in the leg with his fabulous tail until they either tell him off or, more likely, give in and pet him. Clef reaches down, Liam plows his head into his open hand.

"Wow, you're clearly friendly, buddy. How about some ear rubs?" Before long, Liam is purring like a jet engine. Achievement Unlocked: Friend? Friend! I sit down next to them. Never figured Clef for a cat person, but Liam is super friendly.

"Hey, dinner is still in the oven. Yes, I made lasagna. But... I might have forgotten about wine, alas."

"Dr. Clef to the rescue, hope you're okay with chianti. It was the only one I could stand, honestly." He hands me a bottle and I laugh. I recognize the label, it's from Dr. Right's private stash. "Had to cover a shift for that, so I hope it's good." We spend a few minutes talking before the timer goes off. At least... that's how it started. Before long though... well... let's just say we seem to both be into each other. Pretty sure if the timer didn't buzz I'd have burned the lasagna.

I break away to get dinner, and Clef follows me. He's checking out my kitchen, just observing. I plate up dinner, pour two glasses of wine. We take our meal into the living room. I turn on the TV.

"What kind of movie are you in the mood for?" I'm flipping though the streaming services.

"It's been a rough week, I need to ridicule the everloving shit out of something horrible. Even worse than the cafeteria soups."

"Not to worry, Sugarbeard. I know just the director. Two words: Uwe Boll."

"Bring it. Let's start with the House of the Dead."

I put the movie on, and Clef just demolishes every decision the characters made, as well as two plates of lasagna. By the end of the movie, we're both a little tipsy. It's at this point Liam decided to be... silly. First, he got a pretty good dose of catnip. Then... he started with the kitty crack crazies. He zipped around the room, climbing the curtains. Then, lept on top of my bookshelf and knocked off a few plushies. He then stole one of the downed plushies, and began dragging around a Blooper by the tentacle. Blooper was then dropped into Clef's lap, followed by the inevitable crash after a half hour of being chaotic nuts. We're both laughing.

"Not gonna lie, Snowbunny. Liam is hilarious stoned." My crazy housemate is now passed out in the plushie pile, a Yoshi on his head askew. His chin is on Bowser's shell, and before long he's snoring.

We settle in to watch another absolute turkey. Not sure if it was the company or the fact that Uwe Boll can't direct for shit, but I don't remember much about what we wound up watching. I do remember the feel of his hands in my hair, his lips on me. I remember the feeling of absolute peace when we fell asleep on the couch together, him slipping under first. How blissful and serene he looked with his head on my chest, the light from the TV leaving highlights in his golden hair. The way he wrapped his arms around me. The man might have a reputation as the devil, but right now in this moment, he's divine. I press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, then I fall asleep.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #dr clef #you had me at lasagna #date night

[softstuffs]

had a peak "functioning memory" (/s) moment today.

I was like "oh i should practice learning alto clef" and i was like "i'll do in on the computer bc i dont have a piano." so i kept trying these virtual piano maps with all these confusing keybind-note setups over and over and looking back and forth between the notes and the numbers before i remembered THAT I OWN A KEYBOARD. AND HAVE FOR SEVERAL YEARS

my brain. is functional.

#bone blathers #memory #adhd #memory problems #dissociation #disability

[deuterium51614]

#hyper specific poll #tumblr polls #(they're all about me lol)