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Here’s my attempt at creating an SCP to post to the foundation website. Critiques and feedback is appreciated. I know the idea is simple, but this is more of a warmup just to get ideas flowing

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-██. No additional security measures are required, as SCP-XXXX is not known to possess any anomalous properties that would make it a threat to containment staff or other individuals. SCP-XXXX should be provided with standard amenities, including food, water, and a bed.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a human male of approximately 35 years of age, standing 1.8 meters tall and weighing 70 kilograms. SCP-XXXX appears to be of average build and has no distinguishing features that would make it stand out in a crowd. SCP-XXXX is generally cooperative and does not exhibit any signs of aggression or hostility towards containment staff.

SCP-XXXX has been given the nickname "The one they won't kill" due to its anomalous property of not being attacked or harmed by any hostile entities. This property has been observed in multiple instances, including when SCP-XXXX was exposed to SCP-███, a known aggressive entity that has attacked containment staff and Class-D personnel in the past. SCP-XXXX was able to approach SCP-███ without incident and even appeared to calm the entity down.

Further testing has revealed that SCP-XXXX's anomalous property appears to be a result of its ability to emit a low-frequency signal that is undetectable to humans but can be perceived by some anomalous entities. This signal appears to have a calming effect on these entities and may even make them less aggressive towards SCP-XXXX.

It should be noted that SCP-XXXX's anomalous property does not extend to non-anomalous entities or entities that are not considered to be hostile. SCP-XXXX can still be harmed or killed by conventional means, such as physical force or firearms.

Addendum: After several months of observation and testing, it has been determined that SCP-XXXX's anomalous property is not a result of any conscious effort on its part. SCP-XXXX is not aware of its ability and cannot control it in any way. As such, it is recommended that SCP-XXXX be treated with the same caution and respect as any other SCP.

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The Channeler - Homebrew Class by Nines, v0.1

The Channeler brings about supernatural effects not by knowledge of the Weave or by divine intervention, but by directly summoning and binding long-dead souls to their will.

Most mages avoid dabbling in matters of the soul, as the risks involved in such matters is far greater than that of other magics. But for the most learned and the most desperate, such pathways can bring about powers far beyond mortal ken.

Click for quality, links in reblogs, all the usual stuff.

Mechanically, kinda like if a Bard had Wildshape instead of Inspiration and skill monkey abilities. The ability to choose which spirits to bind allows you to fulfill basically any party role, but the limited number of spirits "known" puts a hard cap on your versatility. You'll never be better at swinging a sword than the Fighter, or blowing things up than a Wizard, or sneaking around than the Rogue, but you should almost always be able to contribute.

On the other hand, your spellcasting abilities are heavily support and utility-oriented. You get to take a lot of the jankier Wizard-only soul magics as well, but for the most part your main combat abilities will be channeling your choice of Spirit.

I'd have liked to take a bit longer to better ensure balance, but... OGL drama.

The spirits themselves aren't attached. Could probably have fit the entire document into one post, since the image limit is now 30, but the post was already getting long. Basically, mini-statblocks that get added to your own. You still have the same HP bar, with just a little extra HP. Don't expect to get 2 extra bears worth of HP at level 2.

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the way we were robbed of the best romantic angst

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Are there others playing Hogwarts Legacy who could live without all the fighting and duelling and what not? I just want to go to classes and wander around the castle, listen to the quartet and discover cool stuff. That’s really all I need. This whole seriousness is ruining my vibe 😂

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Uhh howdy I’ve never used Tumblr before but I’m giving it a shot- as my first post, I give you my first ever attempt at writing a story… Critiques are appreciated

“Crimson”

“It happened on a Monday night,” he said, “I was only home for maybe an hour, it was a long day, a lot of exams, I was so ready for this year to end. Didn’t realize how easy we had it…”

“It was almost midnight when I heard my sister scream, she was so easily startled,” he laughed. “There was one time the dog jumped on her bed in the middle of the night, I swear, she probably woke up the whole neighborhood, good times.” His voice grew weaker. “I miss her.” He said, tears growing in his eyes.

“I grabbed my little slingshot, expecting some rat or spider was what scared her, the house wasn’t the cleanest, always had a pest problem. Anyway, I quietly strode over to her room, making sure not to scare whatever came out back to its den. I got to the room and saw some kind of red liquid staining the carpet under the door, thought it was Kool-Aid… thought she had the last packet and wasn’t going to share. Assumed she dropped it when she got scared.”

“The door slowly opened, and out stepped Cait. Her white pajamas were slightly torn and heavily stained. I could see her neck was kind of crooked, as if her spine was trying to escape through the side. I yelled at her for potentially waking up our mom, who had gotten home just before I did. All I got in response was silence. She just looked at me. And that’s when I noticed her eyes were gone, in their place was just a dark, blood-like crimson ball, slowly rippling. I stepped back in horror, looking at her once again from afar. I saw now that her shirt wasn’t simply torn, there was a softball sized hole in her chest.”

“Once I realized what had happened, it was too late. What looked like a tentacle shot out of her chest in my direction. I jumped out of the way, only to tumble down the stairs. I didn’t hit anything important, thankfully, i got up, ran to the pantry to grab a bag and some supplies. I knew I wouldn’t be able to come back here, at least, not for a while, so I grabbed everything I could carry and left. When I got outside I saw a red blob slowly rolling up the side of my house towards my mom’s room… I wish I could've saved her.”

He cuts his story short at the sound of rustling in the bushes. The young man jumps over the campfire and runs behind me. I stand in front of and plant myself to the ground, ready to protect him as if he were my own child, even though I’ve only known him for a couple days. I stand at the ready with my machete in one hand, and a smoldering stick in the other. I wonder to myself what kind of horror I’m about to see, and to be honest, I wasn’t disappointed. The head was a deer’s with antlers made of severed human arms, each twitching in their own sporadic pattern. The head was halfway rotten, but the hands have no sign of decay, almost like some disgusting, flesh trophy. My eyes gaze down, beholding the rest of this godforsaken creature. The body is made up of a human torso linked to the withers of a stallion, both with holes where the hearts used to be, and the hindquarters of a goat with the tail chopped off. A mismatch of moose, bear, and horse legs hold up the revolting thing in front of us. Taking what little time I have before it attacks, I can guess it’s been searching for a new husk for a while. Damn. Just my luck. These… things, invade whatever living thing is around and take what they need as a vessel. Judging by what the kid said about his sister, I’m willing to bet “Cait’s” head is somewhere on a Hog’s body or something. Not that it would change much, the boy was relentless on those descriptions.

The monster stares down at us, huffs, and lets out a shriek that, as far as I know, doesn’t naturally come from deer. How do i even describe this? It doesn’t even make any sense. The scratch was like every donor cried at once, hoping for the salvation of death. Two spear-like tentacles shoot out each of the eye sockets of the buck, coming straight at me. I throw the kid out of the way, step back, and strike the bloody blurs with my burnt branch, causing them to shatter like glass. The beast screams out in pain, and rather than using another tendril to strike, it jumps towards us. I kick it in the “chest” and it fell into the fire, sadly it grabbed my shirt with its antlers and ripped part of it off. That was my favorite shirt. Come to think of it, that was my only shirt.

“I’m gonna kill this goddamn thing, don’t you dare stop me, kid,” I snap at him.

“Yes sir.” He sheepishly responds.

Just as I turn around, another red spear rushes towards me. I jump back just in the nick of time as it lodges itself into the ground, only inches in front of me. In a state of what I can only describe of blind rage, stupidity, and vengeance for my shirt, I throw my machete into the fire, leaving it to cook, and start a full-on assault against this ugly beast. It had already gotten back up and started to burn, letting out another terrifying screech. I’m pretty sure its goal is to make me deaf, ‘cause all I hear is ringing, but I’m a man on a mission, and a little tinnitus ain’t gonna stop me. The beast lunges towards me. I step back and grab my machete from the fire, which, in hindsight, it probably wasn’t necessary for me to shove it in there like that, y’know, because hot metal + skin = big ouchie, at least I got a cool scar now… still… yeowch.

As the monster comes towards me for another strike, I slice the human torso in half, causing the upper part to tumble down and hit the dirt. The moment it hit the ground, the arms, deer head, and torso started to solidify into rock. That half of the monster is dead, even down to the original form, horse half’s still up and at it though.

Good news, it’s blinded since I removed the head. Bad news, it’s in a blind rage kicking around… blindly. I grabbed another smoldering stick, which, in my professional opinion, hurt like shit, and looked for an opening. Once I saw it, I leapt onto the back of the horse, honestly I’m surprised the rotting corpse didn’t crumble under my weight. I clamped my legs around it’s body, I took the stick and shoved it into the open hole, burning the parasite inside. I got off it as quickly as I had gotten on, tumbling as I hit the ground.