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New Pinned 2: Electric Boogaloo

If you’re happy a barely sentient piece of rotten tangerine who should be put in a nursing home is a president, I’m making you a D-Class. Get the fuck out of my face.

¤ Quick funfact! We associate Clef (+the Amaj sys as a whole) with Ungulates. Yes this includes Whales, and yes Cosmo Sheldrake is on several Clef playlists we have

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// I LOVE THE WORDPLAY WITH REALITY *ANCHORS* AND ELISE BEING A CHAIN THATS SO CLEVER

You've certainly made things pretty interesting, that's for sure

I'm curious about how much you already know about me

// I love the ADSoG fic so much
Also random tidbit about how I rp Clef/myself, Amaj system ftw, we love plurality representation in this house 🔥

A traditional drawing of Francis Wojciechoski, who is leaning back with his eyes closed. An excerpt from the vivisection chapter of the Ao3 fanfic 'A Different Shade of Green' is written around him: This was his first time with a living type green. He had only spent his time with dead ones, bodies filled with an inorganic green rotten gel, presumably the remains of the anomalies. If it remained undisturbed, it could be harvested to turn ordinary anchors into superior ones. They could be sent to the GOC to take in more type greens. But god forbid the Reality Warper guts touch a dead human. The scalpel shimmered, shining under the surgical light and for a second as the breath escaped his mask and for a moment…. Scranton thought of home. The blade took to skin and he pulled with care, asking for assistance as he kept his head clear. Francis’ body had the soft scent of mint, something not unfamiliar to Robert. He would spend days surrounded by the green sludge of a decayed corpse. It always reeked of that scent. But this was… different. The blade took itself across fat and tissue, only a small incision to complete the original damage. Careful to not make the situation worse. Careful… Robert was quick to observe, and quick to stitch up. This speed was quick to bury the glances of others, quick to hide the shock he had felt when he reached the organs and internal system… And found a perfectly ordinary human.

Some fanart for the fic 'A Different Shade of Green' by CraptasticWriting on ao3

#scp #drclef #draltoclef #franciswojciechoski #ao3 #adsog #scpart #scp4231b #scp4231 #scp447 (<theyre mentioned/implied in the fic)

Ahh, yeah. It does tend to do that, don't it? That wasn't always the case, though I think you've already figured that out

> [He chuckled]

Care to elaborate more, perhaps?

All sounds can be interesting if you listen close

> [Clef chuckled a moment, before playing. B minor- the noye alone then the accompanying chord- then B minor and A Major together, mainly out of curiosity.]

Will this suffice-

> [It pulled its ukulele out of his hat, and strummed the chord once]

-or is there somethin' else I need t' do?

We are going to need our communities more than ever. You have to dig deep. Get involved. I'm going to call upon you to support people even if it's just a dollar. We are dependent on each other. It's gonna be a long haul. We only get through this together.

B minor, eh? Issat your musical calling card?

> [He pulls another hat out of seemingly thin air and puts it back on]

Funny that you assume I'm even still remotely human anymore. My appearance changes constantly, and one can see the shifts if they pay attention, but I digress

Ehhh, not really? Your brain can only process so much information at a time, and stuff that's beyond the classical limit of what humans can understand could drive someone insane. There's a reason that eldritch beings don't tend to show their 'true form' to humans

I am simultaneously every Clef and my own self at the same time. Believe it or not I am in fact capable of change, and that does tend to happen when you've experienced thousands upon thousands of lifetimes across millennia. So when you really think about it, why does this surprise you?

Gotcha

> [He raises an eyebrow]

That's your full name, or...?

No need to be so formal, researcher. Just call me Clef

1. I'm both and anchor AND a bender, thank you very much
2. Don't call *me* Francis, that's someone that doesn't show for many people

Godsdamnit Shaw

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