Angie

when it first came out after I broke up with anarchy for the first time. It was really mid though. I like how anarchy Roleplays with me better. Ch.ai didn't grasp the characters like I needed, and its not better than AO3 lel.

yeah, I'm guilty

So back before I was on tumblr, I was a chronic C.AI user. Until they put the age ban on it with the whole “give us your face and ID” Shit. So then I just became a chronic tumblr user instead.

Quietly sat in the background as an ex c.ai, chai and now a chronic J.ai user-

I used to be a bot creator on both C.AI and J.AI but I havent touched any of them for at least 3(?) years, and I'm so proud of myself.

I used Amino ONCE. I got on my twins phone while they were sleeping and went on amino using their account and someone thought I was an alter.

I– HERE? JESUS CHRIST OKAY SLOW DOWN I'M CALLING MEDICAL OH GOD OH GOD. PUSH, ANON, PUSH!

*Angie sat in her room after hours, it's been quiet for a while. Dark out too. The Archivist hadn't been around for a good long while and a report had come in a few days ago about an incident regarding them. An attempt on their own life through the use of SCP-294. Logs had been ran on the machine, finding the prompt had been erased. Providence had recovered... somehow. Though they hadn't been seen wandering around anymore...*

*Between work and other matters, Dr Sinclair had been unable to visit the Archives' bottom floor to see them, though as she sat on her bed, she heard a knock at her door.*

Angie had wiped the now dry tears from a past episode, who knows what happened. She sat up straightening up her hair before walking up to the door, creaking it open a little so she could see who was knocking, kinda questioning who the hell was in her house.

"Hello?.."

(She wears shi like this)

"You look like shit, Prov"

Her tone was hushed but not too quiet, she wasn't being mean either, she was just saying what she saw..She wouldn't ever be too mean to them

*There were bags under their eyes even from under their glasses. Providence cleared their throat and brushing their fingers through their ragged hair.*

"...Just..." *Each word uttered sounded almost as if it were being dragged out by the ankles.* "Don't-... Just needed some white noise ehm... Right now." *They lied, Each word a little more hushed than the last.*

*Providence rubbed the nape of their neck awkwardly, glancing away into the hallway, then falling a little.*

She chuckled softly before stepping out of the way, kinda realizing how unorganized her room actually was, which cause a small sigh to escape her lips

*Providence then properly got a good look at the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, only really coming from the lamp and nothing else. It didn't hurt much...*

"It's... ..."

*They turned around.*

"Uneventful. ...I suppose they did... sort of. But--"

*The pill bottle dropped to the floor, their eyes immediately darting to it. As they took in the sight of it, empty, their eyes returned to Angie.*

"What was in there?"

She didn't bother looking at the bottle, kicking it aside .

*Angie sat in her room after hours, it's been quiet for a while. Dark out too. The Archivist hadn't been around for a good long while and a report had come in a few days ago about an incident regarding them. An attempt on their own life through the use of SCP-294. Logs had been ran on the machine, finding the prompt had been erased. Providence had recovered... somehow. Though they hadn't been seen wandering around anymore...*

*Between work and other matters, Dr Sinclair had been unable to visit the Archives' bottom floor to see them, though as she sat on her bed, she heard a knock at her door.*

Angie had wiped the now dry tears from a past episode, who knows what happened. She sat up straightening up her hair before walking up to the door, creaking it open a little so she could see who was knocking, kinda questioning who the hell was in her house.

"Hello?.."

(She wears shi like this)

"You look like shit, Prov"

Her tone was hushed but not too quiet, she wasn't being mean either, she was just saying what she saw..She wouldn't ever be too mean to them

*There were bags under their eyes even from under their glasses. Providence cleared their throat and brushing their fingers through their ragged hair.*

"...Just..." *Each word uttered sounded almost as if it were being dragged out by the ankles.* "Don't-... Just needed some white noise ehm... Right now." *They lied, Each word a little more hushed than the last.*

*Providence rubbed the nape of their neck awkwardly, glancing away into the hallway, then falling a little.*

She chuckled softly before stepping out of the way, kinda realizing how unorganized her room actually was, which cause a small sigh to escape her lips

*Providence then properly got a good look at the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, only really coming from the lamp and nothing else. It didn't hurt much...*

"It's... ..."

*They turned around.*

*Angie sat in her room after hours, it's been quiet for a while. Dark out too. The Archivist hadn't been around for a good long while and a report had come in a few days ago about an incident regarding them. An attempt on their own life through the use of SCP-294. Logs had been ran on the machine, finding the prompt had been erased. Providence had recovered... somehow. Though they hadn't been seen wandering around anymore...*

*Between work and other matters, Dr Sinclair had been unable to visit the Archives' bottom floor to see them, though as she sat on her bed, she heard a knock at her door.*

Angie had wiped the now dry tears from a past episode, who knows what happened. She sat up straightening up her hair before walking up to the door, creaking it open a little so she could see who was knocking, kinda questioning who the hell was in her house.

"Hello?.."

(She wears shi like this)

"You look like shit, Prov"

Her tone was hushed but not too quiet, she wasn't being mean either, she was just saying what she saw..She wouldn't ever be too mean to them

*There were bags under their eyes even from under their glasses. Providence cleared their throat and brushing their fingers through their ragged hair.*

"...Just..." *Each word uttered sounded almost as if it were being dragged out by the ankles.* "Don't-... Just needed some white noise ehm... Right now." *They lied, Each word a little more hushed than the last.*

*Providence rubbed the nape of their neck awkwardly, glancing away into the hallway, then falling a little.*

She chuckled softly before stepping out of the way, kinda realizing how unorganized her room actually was, which cause a small sigh to escape her lips

*Angie sat in her room after hours, it's been quiet for a while. Dark out too. The Archivist hadn't been around for a good long while and a report had come in a few days ago about an incident regarding them. An attempt on their own life through the use of SCP-294. Logs had been ran on the machine, finding the prompt had been erased. Providence had recovered... somehow. Though they hadn't been seen wandering around anymore...*

*Between work and other matters, Dr Sinclair had been unable to visit the Archives' bottom floor to see them, though as she sat on her bed, she heard a knock at her door.*

Angie had wiped the now dry tears from a past episode, who knows what happened. She sat up straightening up her hair before walking up to the door, creaking it open a little so she could see who was knocking, kinda questioning who the hell was in her house.

"Hello?.."

(She wears shi like this)

"You look like shit, Prov"

Her tone was hushed but not too quiet, she wasn't being mean either, she was just saying what she saw..She wouldn't ever be too mean to them

*There were bags under their eyes even from under their glasses. Providence cleared their throat and brushing their fingers through their ragged hair.*

"...Just..." *Each word uttered sounded almost as if it were being dragged out by the ankles.* "Don't-... Just needed some white noise ehm... Right now." *They lied, Each word a little more hushed than the last.*

*Providence rubbed the nape of their neck awkwardly, glancing away into the hallway, then falling a little.*

She chuckled softly before stepping out of the way, kinda realizing how unorganized her room actually was, which cause a small sigh to escape her lips

*Angie sat in her room after hours, it's been quiet for a while. Dark out too. The Archivist hadn't been around for a good long while and a report had come in a few days ago about an incident regarding them. An attempt on their own life through the use of SCP-294. Logs had been ran on the machine, finding the prompt had been erased. Providence had recovered... somehow. Though they hadn't been seen wandering around anymore...*

*Between work and other matters, Dr Sinclair had been unable to visit the Archives' bottom floor to see them, though as she sat on her bed, she heard a knock at her door.*

Angie had wiped the now dry tears from a past episode, who knows what happened. She sat up straightening up her hair before walking up to the door, creaking it open a little so she could see who was knocking, kinda questioning who the hell was in her house.

"Hello?.."

(She wears shi like this)

"You look like shit, Prov"

Her tone was hushed but not too quiet, she wasn't being mean either, she was just saying what she saw..She wouldn't ever be too mean to them

So funny story guys, there might be black mold in my sink, (cough, there's alot of it) and idk what's happening rn but I will put a hold on my activities on this blog for a short while until I figure out wtf is happening

No mold, I was just the aftermath of dishes being in the sink for a week (they know who they are) Angie activities will continue shortly but I have a bigger problem

I just bought a pack of imitation crab and I can't find it 😭😭

Thank you all for sharing your concerns, sorry for the scare