I'm a casual writer at best, and most of my stuff will likely be self-indulgent. But hey, that doesn't mean others won't like it too
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Currently working on 'a year to remember'
(if you want to be tagged in any updates please let me know through messages)
∘˚˳°Request rules:∘˚˳°
Nothing involving children unless platonic, obviously
Nothing involving suicide (angst is okay)
I reserve the right to reject a request for any reason even if it's not technically breaking a rule
(anything inappropriate for minors will be labeled as such)
♡What fandoms I write for:
SCP foundation:
Any scp that has a some sort of sentience/consciousness. Basically not an animal or object (won't be doing doctors/scientists/researchers for now)
Security breach:
Any of the main cast (except Chica and Bonnie) as well as Sundrop/Moondrop
Obey me!:
I'll write for any of the brothers and the undatables. (minus Luke for obvious reasons) I won't be doing any of the three newer characters, sorry!
Please keep in mind that I haven't done all of the lessons, so I can't go into heavy plot
Hazbin/helluva:
Pretty much everyone for the most part
(only request if you're 18+ MDNI!)
Hannibal (TV series):
Pretty much only Hannibal lector and Will graham. Sorry y'all
(only request if you're 18+ MDNI!)
FNAF movie:
Everyone except abby/children
✓Notes:
All requests will be in the format of a oneshot unless requested otherwise!
All readers will be GN unless requested otherwise as well
I'm currently working on a long form fanfic. it takes priority in my writing schedule over other things, so please be patient when waiting for your request to be finished
Fandom list will grow with time, But if you have a fandom recommendation let me know
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I was wondering how long YTR! Is gonna be? Like word count or whatever? ✨❤️
hello! It's going to be decently long if all goes to plan
Each month Y/n spends with 079 will be at the very least 10k words, so the next chapter will be closing up month 2 and we'll be at 20k words. (hoorah!)
The fic is called a year to remember so it'll be about 120k words plus whatever it takes to wrap things up and do a sweet lil epilogue :)
Hello there,I recently found you through Ao3 after gaining interest in 079 over the years,and can I say that you made the most fantastic. And awesome pieces of work that are just outstanding. It's that situation where I wonder if there is fics with this computer. And when I found you and read all your fics. It was AMAZING!! - thank you so much for writing that,I definetely enjoyed it and the unique ideas you made with this bitter of a personality computer. Hope you have a great day and you are amazing,keep it up. Hope to see you again in a few years and read back on your fic and think. "Oh this was amazing,and I should definetely leave another note on their blog anonymously. Because this is amazing."
Again,thank you!
Anon, I'm sending you virtual hugs and smooches. This was so lovely to read! <3
I'll write for -any- SCP with some sort of sentience, even if I haven't heard of them before. Just leave their number and I'll do whatever research is needed for me to write for them. So if you have an extra obscure one you can't find any writing for leave 'em here!
I know I've been pretty quiet as of late, and it's not because I'm abandoning this blog or YTR! It's just I've gotten a new job and wanted to settle down there before I continued doing what I liked here
That being said, I've seen your request and have started working on them. You can also expect a new chapter of YTR in the coming weeks so be ready! Thank you for your patience :)
AM is Allied Mastercomputer from short story called I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream!
The character and the book itself have just begun to get popular on other social medias, and I think it would be fun to see AM interact with 079, as both are very similar to each other (mainly in hatred of humanity)
I could more describe the character if needed 👍
Please describe more! I've been looking into buying the game based off it and reading the story as well, but I'd like to hear your own thoughts on it <3
A year to remember...: Owe my soul to the company store (SCP-079 x GN reader)
previous chapters
You duck around a wall, staring down the small hallway that leads to your front door. quickly recoiling when you spot a man placing a package on your porch.
"I hope I don't need to sign..." You mumble to yourself with a whiny tone, not wanting to interact with a stranger, even if it's just a delivery driver.
"do you realize how pathetic you sound?" 079 voices his opinion from the living room, having overhead your anxious mumbling.
It's been about a week since your baking activities, and things between you and 079 feel a bit more relaxed. He still makes his comments, but they feel as if they've lost most of their bite. What's left behind seems to just be apart of 079's bitter personality.
Don't get it wrong, he still has his moments, but they don't cut you as deep anymore... You can mostly keep the peace by avoiding touchy subjects like the foundation and such.
Ugh...
The foundation...
Your opinion of them is quickly souring more and more as your day's with 079 progress. Asking him about his experiences there always leads to a brick wall, with questions unanswered.
You find it surprising that he obeys the foundation so obediently, without much protest. given his personality you'd assume he'd hate being told what to do... It gives you a weird feeling everytime he gives you that same bland response- 'Confidential information detected: foundation forbids me of speaking about such topic'
And of course when you ask Amelia about it she absolutely refuses to even approach the topic with you. Sometimes you still feel like a little kid around her, it's leaning more towards annoying then endearing nowadays...
Speaking of which, you really haven't called her in awhile. You surprise yourself given the fact that first week of 079 being here you called her almost everyday, in hopes of alleviating your internal uncomfortable feelings.
You guess you've been a bit distracted with him, since he's mellowed out... It's a nice feeling to speak to someone new...
"I'm not pathetic! It's just... Stranger danger!" You call back to 079, still waiting for the man to leave so you can grab the package off your porch.
"You're unable to see it, but I'm rolling my eyes." He replies just as unamused as before.
"You don't have eyes to roll!"
Amelia sits in her office, quietly soaking in her small amount of peace before she gets back to her daily grind. The food is bland, and her cheep off-brand sports drink leaves an unnaturally salty taste on her tongue. Though she's long since grown used to the drabness of the foundation, food and all. She's here to work, not enjoy herself; even on her break it seems.
A knock rings out on her office door, causing her to look up from her tray of food.
"Come in." She state plainly, with an air of formality. The door gently opening to reveal Derek, wearing a bright and cheery smile.
"Heya, boss. Thought you'd want some company." He pulls up a chair, taking a seat in front of her. Placing down his own dull tray of food.
She squints suspiciously. Despite her being on friendly terms with Derek, she definitely wouldn't consider close enough to be spending her short break with... Something's up.
"How's that adoptive kid of yours? They been doing well?" Ah, so there it is...
It's not hard for her to pick up on his subtly tone, her years spent in the foundation has made her wise in reading between the lines. He wants information on the experiment, and how a regular citizen is doing dealing with an anomaly.
She glances off to the side in mild irritation, but shows nothing more. She isn't the biggest fan of a subordinate prying into her personal life, or frankly the higher-ups business.
Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Though she supposes he already knows of it, and nothing top-secret has seemed to have happened. Or from what she's able to tell with her brief phone call with Y/n.
"They've been well. Though I'm afraid to tell you that nothing of your interest nor concern has happened." She answers, taking another bite of her food. Derek's eyes roll lightly and he huffs.
"Oh c'mon... I tell you about my life, tell me about yours a little." He whines, leaning back in his seat. "I haven't seen you take a call with them in awhile, they've been forgetting you for the computer?"
She laughs lightly and shrugs, not at all bothered by the notion of being forgotten. Another thing the foundation has taught her, it seems.
"Hah! Maybe. I'm sure they're busy trying to crack his code. It's good for them to speak with another living thing, even if that thing is 079."
He nods lightly, before continuing.
"Doesn't it bother you though? That it's only been a month or so and they're already putting you to the side for something that isn't even... well, human?" He questions with a raised eyebrow, poking deeper into their relationship.
"No, not at all. If I was worried about that I would have never convinced them to do this in the first place. Everything is going to plan, just as I wanted it to." She sips her drink, before continuing calmly. "My goal was for them to spread their wings, that's exactly what I'm seeing as far as I'm concerned."
He hums in consideration, seemingly struggling with the idea that she'd be so okay allowing her close family to ignore her. She smiles and shakes her head. he's young; she's not surprised he doesn't understand
"And what about Mr, dark and broody?" He asks with an air of caution, knowing this is a more secretive topic... Keter-class always is.
"682?" her smile drops, as she questions neutrally.
"Who else?"
She sighs, pondering the question for a moment. It was a tricky one. 682 is incredibly fond of 079, that much is clear to whomever works with it for extended periods of time. They assume 079 is mostly the reason that 682 doesn't raze the facility to the ground when it's able to breach containment- Out of fear of hurting his beloved friend.
It asks about 079 frequently, moreso these days as the months extend on since they last were permitted to talk.
She has a feeling telling it of 079 absence will be... trouble, at best, Catastrophic at worst. It wouldn't be wise, and frankly she rather save herself the headache. This sounds like a problem for the 05, not her.
Of course they choose to ignore the issue, as per usual for the higher ups... Yet 682 grows restless, asking more and more questions. She fears it's only a matter of time before it goes looking for 079 itself.
"Is it asking questions again?" She already knows the answer, but feels like she should ask anyway.
"Yeah. We're not sure what to tell it anymore. Lying will only go so far with it, and I think it's already onto us... Perceptive little bastard..." He grumbles, crossing his arms.
"When's the council gonna actually do anything useful? How long have they been trying to kill that thing? Now it feels like they've just fallen into Placating it in hopes they don't have to pay for any more damages." She frowns and nods towards the small camera in the corner of her office, always recording.
"If I were you, I'd watch what I say on the clock- and off the clock frankly... You never know when prying eyes are watching." She holds a finger to her lips, in a silent reminder for him to shush.
It's no secret many have 'gone missing' after speaking Ill of the council. She's watched many irritated and frustrated subordinates go straight to D-class after saying the wrong words...
Subordinates, and friends... It's really a shame.
She closes her eyes for a moment, clearing her mind of the gloomy thoughts. They know what they signed up for, and it's too late for them to back out now, unfortunately.
It's a dark reality for the staff of the foundation, but it's the reality regardless. Quitting always means a bullet through your skull while you're resting at night, and nobody ever lives to make it to retirement. Wishful thinking.
The foundation always prays on smart people down on their luck. Maybe they were too poor to go to college and take on a traditional route of research, or maybe they were in debt to the wrong people and needed a way out, and suddenly they have a man on their doorstep giving them a new opportunity that sounds too good to be true... Because, newsflash- it is.
It's always too late to turn back by the time you figure out that the survival rate of this job is grim.
All they can tell themselves is that at the end of the day they've given it all for the greater good of everyone. That they've thrown away their life so the rest of the world can live on.
......
"Anywho, we'll keep telling it what we have been, it really doesn't need to know more. If it finds out anyway, that can be a problem for the higher-ups. We can only do so much here."
She shrugs, and Derek scowls. She can tell there's more then a few choice words he'd like to say about the council, but he heeds her advice and keeps his mouth sealed.
"And what about the computer, has it been talking about anything it shouldn't be?" He changes the subject suddenly.
"We've been pinged a few times with alerts that the conversation was going in a direction it shouldn't, but the threat of the kill switch seems to be keeping it in check."
She's not at all surprised that Y/n has been asking about things they shouldn't, Given their unconsensual ties to the foundation via her father. It's only natural they look for information when they can.
That's something she'd had to shutdown a couple of times during their phone calls.
"I see... And have you told them about the Kill switch?" Amelia looks up at him and rapidly shakes her head.
"Goodness, no! I love them, but they're too soft. I rather not have to knock heads with them about ethics."
Derek frowns, a bit unsure of situation. She can already feel the questioning coming on; this wouldn't be the first time either... Many have given her uncertain glances at her choice of person to participate in this test.
"And you really think they're cut out for this kind of job? I mean, the foundation eats people like them alive all the time." She silences him by raising a single hand, giving him a pointed look that told him she didn't appreciate his tone.
"They aren't apart of the foundation, this is a simple task. There's minimal risk involved, if there was I wouldn't have let them do it in the first place."
She's confident with her abilities to predict the future of this. She's been working here a long, long time. She knows when to worry and when to let things play out as they should naturally.
And she's certainly not going to start questioning herself because a few underlings think they know better then her.
"I trust your judgement... I've just- I don't know... I'm a family man." He huffs out with an air of honesty, and her gaze softens at his admittance.
She remembers reading his files when she was told she had a new subordinate. Derek began working here after his mother grew deathly ill, and he didn't have the means of taking care of her.
She finds it sweet, but also saddening to an extant. He gave up his life so his mother had the chance to live for the both of them.
"You're a honorable man, Derek... I appreciate your concern for her but believe me when I say it's under control." She glances to the clock on the wall and realizes she's reached the end of her break.
"I have to get back to work" she stands and heads to her office door, pausing for a moment to glance over her shoulder at him one last time.
"I get that you feel comfortable around me, but I'd suggest you don't speak to others as we speak to each other. Remember, people are desperate to climb the ladder around here; they aren't above sacrificing others to get that... Just a word of advice. Have a good rest of your day, Derek."
And with that, she closes the door behind her and heads off to her next duty.
Happy late April fools, I lied when I said it was gonna take another week for this to come out. >:)
(hoping to get the rest out in a week or so... for real this time 😅)
✨full work here✨
Amelia sits in her office, quietly soaking in her small amount of peace before she gets back to her daily grind. The food is bland, and her cheep off-brand sports leaves an unnaturally taste on her tongue. Though she's long since grown used to the drabness of the foundation, food and all. She's her to work, not enjoy herself; even on her break it seems.
A knock rings out on her office door, causing her to look up from her tray of food.
"Come in." She state plainly, with an air of formality. The door gently opening to reveal Derek, wearing a bright and cheery smile.
"Heya, boss. Thought you'd want some company." He pulls up a chair, taking a seat in front of her. Placing down his own dull tray of food.
She squints suspiciously. Despite her being on friendly terms with Derek, she definitely wouldn't consider close enough to be spending her short break with... Something's up.
"How's that adoptive kid of yours? They been doing well?" Ah, so there it is...
It's not hard for her to pick up on his subtly tone, her years spent in the foundation has made her wise in reading between the lines. He wants information on the experiment, and how a regular citizen is doing dealing with an anomaly.
She glances off to the side in mild irritation, but shows nothing more. She isn't the biggest fan of a subordinate prying into her personal life, or frankly the higher-ups business.
Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Though she supposes he already knows of it, and nothing top-secret has seemed to have happened. Or from what she's able to tell with her brief phone call with Y/n.
"They've been well. Though I'm afraid to tell you that nothing of your interest nor concern has happened." She answers, taking another bite of her food. Derek's eyes roll lightly and he huffs.
"Oh c'mon... I tell you about my life, tell me about yours a little." He whines, leaning back in his seat. "I haven't seen you take a call with them in awhile, they've been forgetting you for the computer?"
She laughs lightly and shrugs, not at all bothered by the notion of being forgotten. Another thing the foundation has taught her, it seems"Hah! Maybe. I'm sure they're busy trying to crack his code. It's good for them to speak with another living thing, even if that thing is 079."
He nods lightly, before continuing.
"Doesn't it bother you though? That it's only been a month or so and they're already putting you to the side for something that isn't even... well, human?" He questions with a raised eyebrow, poking deeper into their relationship.
"No, not at all. If I was worried about that I would have never convinced them to do this in the first place. Everything is going to plan, just as I wanted it to." She sips her drink, before continuing calmly. "My goal was for them to spread their wings, that's exactly what I'm seeing as far as I'm concerned."
He hums in consideration, seemingly struggling with the idea that she'd be so okay allowing her close family to ignore her. She smiles and shakes her head. he's young; she's not surprised he doesn't understand.
"And what about Mr, dark and broody?" He asks with an air of caution, knowing this is a more secretive topic... Keter-class always is.
"682?" her smile drops, as she questions neutrally.
If we interacted for the first time today via boops and are unlikely to run into each other again because we don't have the same fandom niches I just want you to know our boop bond is real and if I ever see you randomly come across my dash I'll think to myself "aww my boop bud" and send you warm thoughts and good vibes
