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simpystarrr · 2 years ago
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Samiya is here to help!
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lunaralight09 · 7 months ago
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Hey! based on the recent 096 thing,, what if you were immortal/immune to abnormal affects/effects? How would SCPs (such as 096, 106, 173, 049, and 035) react?
035
They both like and hate it. I mean if something happens to the host when they're near you, you'll just straight up put them on your face which WILL(probably) result to your death. And they do not want that to happen. And the bad thing... they can't read your mind properly(I mean they're probably interested and invested about what's happening in others life. It's the only good entertainment they can get in here).
Other than that, it's going to just adore you and your immunity to it. Like there weren't anyone who could look at it and not fall for their charm(manipulations), but look at you. Standing there alive and it's not even mad at you! Because it cares about you.
049
Oh it's not really a surprise to him, since there were and are some people that aren't afflicted with the pestilence(aren't dead from his touch). And he doesn't even need to lecture his cured patients about hurting you. They are always so docile with you, not getting rowdy. How convenient.
Before anything he does NOT want you to interact with many people(at all), since... what if they infect you? He won't like to see that, knowing that you're suffering from that wretched disease. But he can't exactly make you stay with him forever. He will hint and/or outright say that you need to stay away from certain people, however it's you decision to listen or not listen. You can make your own decisions. Even if that makes Doctor uncomfortable... with those 'intrusive' thoughts.
096
They are the calmest they have been in their entire existence, while someone looks at their face that is. And that does bring them some sort of comfort knowing that YOU of all creatures aren't going to die from their hands(unless some sort of accident happenS- WHO SAID THAT). The hands that killed too many.
And from those thoughts, the clinging begins. Knowing that you're 100% safe from being mutilated and turned into chunks of meat, they would want to spend a bit more time with you. Following, sitting or laying near you, anything. They are going to love it. The idea of listening to your heartbeat as a comfort thing is perfect for them. Whether they lay on you or you lay or rest on them(just don't forget to breathe).
106
Well That's not interesting(for him). His sadistic side fucking hates it. On one hand he can just grab you and squeeze your neck until you stop moving. But on other hand he (likes)tolerates you enough to not do it. Even if everything in his body tells him to fucking do it. Watch as your little life is slowly taken away from your desperate hands.
He'll more often than not will mostly ignore your presence. Especially if in a room/hallway there's a person(really hurt, showing it or 10-25 year old) and YOU, he'll always choose to go after the first option. And there's a possibility that he bumps into you, it's probably not intentional(i mean do you expect this corpse to walk straight and not bump and hit into things/people?)
173
(173 doesn't really have anomalous effects somewhat similar to other 4. But the best i can go is this):
Having 173 practically ignoring your existence and still moving while you look is.. good? Well for you, that is. You can't help anyone else, it's just a cold lie that you can look while they try to get away or clean the cell.
If you want to know it's thoughts about it. Well I mean it's not often that it has any thoughts(Literally head empty). Thoughts that usually appear are how it's next target's face going to look like as they're getting closer and closer. Oh and how their 'resting' face is going to look like.
Going back to your immunity, it knows, kinda acknowledge your existence in it's own weird way. Like it won't push you and just go a different path if you're blocking- let's say a door way. Or if you want to help some poor soul from dying, by just standing in the corner and that person being behind you. And surprise, surprise 173 looses it's interest entirely. How thoughtful of it.
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astrodrawz · 13 days ago
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You know maybe I dont know emotions maybe I don’t have a sense of good self esteem maybe I am a fuck up, a screw up but what I do know is that I refuse to allow myself to EVER let my lil siblings suffer any type of pain under my watch! I refuse to allow it cause I’ve been thought hell and I REFUSE to allow it happen again! I know I can’t do shit I know this but let me fucking try!!
LEMME FUCKING TRY TO HELP THEM GOD DAMNIT!! I REFUSE TO LET ANYONE ELSE I CARE FOR SUFFER AGAIN!!
Sorry for anyone who had to see this I am so tired of not being able to help and standing on the side lines watching it happen I can’t bare to see my lil siblings being hurt…
@i-am-xp-64 @victiniiiii @anna-cute-049
You all are my lil siblings! And I refuse to allow anything else dare try to make you feel low or try to hurt you! Just know I will fight for you no matter what.
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sumi-sprite · 2 years ago
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ASDFGHJK THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING!!!
These poor babies, I will kill everyone for them but I also just wanna wrap them in a double burrito and give them cake, they deserve it and more QwQ
After so much trauma and limb loss (and I guess semi life-loss for 035′s case?? At the very least a deadly coma) it makes sense they’d be fricken traumatized and subdued. They got each other at least.
So I fairly recently found your Shatter fic and I just wanted to sayt hat I love it so much and I can hardly wait for the next chapter!! I want to see our favorite birb doctor ANGST. Keep up the amazing work and good luck to you!!
On another note: Do you have any HCs for your Shatter!AU 049 and/or 035 you'd be willing to infodump?
THE QUESTION IVE BEEN HOPING FOR
I'm assuming you've seen the posts and designs about what will happen but if not
SPOILERS
After the incident, 049 doesn't talk much, especially to staff, and if they do it's short. They prefer to observe.
They're scared of loud noises and large open spaces eith places for things to hide.
Once they're finally free of the foundation, they feel purposeless because of the loss of their curing ability. They can't even work in a regular medical field cuz the foundation is always searching.
I wouldn't say doc's meaner, but they're definitely more defensive and distrustful.
035, after their revival is also quieter, though they're still the more outspoken one. They are a lot more protective of 049 (probably too much) and loud sounds also startle them.
both of them are more somber. There's a constant air of sadness. also they're basically attached at the hip
and I'm really glad you like the fic so far! It's probably the biggest project I've ever even attempted so i really appreciate it
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wolveria · 5 months ago
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I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE NEW CHAPTER! Thank you so much! Am a little sad that he has to go through that but it was delicious.. 😈 thank you again!
I did feel somewhat bad as I was writing it, and then I did this:
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049 is just so sexy while suffering, what else could I do <3
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05-redacted · 2 years ago
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Can we get some headcanons where 049 is our parent/leader/caretaker.
○~●SCP HEADCANNOS ●~○
Let's be for real now
He would be having difficulty taking care of you and he knows that so he'll try to find a way to go and find a way to relocate you.
Yep
I said it.
This French birb would think of getting rid of you (in a nice way) before even thinking of taking you in as his own.
But if he can't find anywhere remotely safe for you to stay or if you already got attached to him. He is keeping you.
It may be a slow process but he will gradually grow fond of you overtime.
He will help you reach for something that's to high for you to reach. And he will cook something healthy for you to eat.
He will be a bit aloof and distant in the beginning but don't blame the poor fellow for he isn't experienced with children
If you ever acknowledge him with the word Papa, he will have a stroke.
He had never been referred too with such term of affection so he will stop what he is doing and be silent for a while dumbfounded.
You'll know if he wants you to not keep calling him that if he tells you specifically.
But for the most part he is fine with it.
He will teach you how to defend yourself be it physically or with words.
He will never let you be defenseless.
If you ever take an interest in his work he will turn you into an apprentice.
He will be so excited to show you his work and to teach you the language in which his notes are written in.
To him you are a pure being sent from skies above to bless him. He loves and cares for you so deeply.
You are both like a little family...
What?
You believe that this will be a nice happy story with nothing sad whatsoever?
No story is ever complete without some of that delicious angst
TW: Death,Chocking
Ever though of what would happened of you ever received the pestilence?
Of course you didn't
Once the Doctor notices a bit of sickness within you he will eradicate it.
He refuses to let you suffer the terrors and the horror the pestilence brings so he will save you as much as he can before its too late.
He loves you too much to allow you to go in such cruel way.
And how was that his down fall
Those eyes that once acknowledged you with warmth and paternal love were now replace with a coldness and hate.
What happened? Did you do something wrong? Is he upset? Did you make him mad?
You didn't know
And you wouldn't know until you wake up one night with the feeling of dread.
The feeling increases as you catch sight of the Doctor in your bed side staring at you.
Eyes dilated and breathing heavy
You feel a rush of emotions as everything happens quick. Your held down by the neck feeling as precious oxygen stops coming.
As much as you try to fight it the feeling of drowsiness comes and you could only look up to those eyes with a mix of betrayal and sadness.
And then
Everything goes dark.
Nothing is ever the same after that
The Doctor while performing mundane activities would mention your name or think about you.
He'd make dinner and sit in the table and call out to you a first and second time then growing worried as you don't respond.
And just as he is about to get up to go check on you upstairs he remembers.
He killed cured you
He would then look in silence at the empty chair that was always next to his and pick up the plate the was there infront of it and discard the contents it had.
This wasn't the only time it happened
The Doctor was once again alone
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scp999ticklemonster · 2 years ago
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here is the continuation and now I’ll go and give 049 cookies, he suffered a little (*´ω`*)
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squarebracket-trickster · 4 months ago
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and done writing for tonight. a very scattered writing session where I went on tumblr for 2.5 hours before actually writing, then I made mayonnaise and shrubs with my mom, then procrastinated on searching my manuscript for "stuff from previous scenes I needed to know before I could edit the current scene" by going back on tumblr. then I actually did some writing
I stayed outside until like 11pm writing. help my feet are so cold and I was hearing weird noises in the dark. but I had to finish, you know?
stats:
word count: 56 899, page count: 95, words since last writing session: 983, word equivalent in draft 2: 54 090, page equivalent: 95, word count difference: 2809, projected total word count: 77 049 + 2809 = 79 858 (cool, I lost another 11 words! Means I've shaved off 50 words total in the last two sessions.)
percent/80 000: 71.1%
percent/77 049: 73.8%
percent/79 858: 71.3%
percent based on draft 2: 54 090/77 049 = 70.2%
70% Yeah Babeyyyy!! Last 30% here we come
thoughts: these last several scenes have been so dialogue heavy. I don't want to trim any of it bc I think it's all either funny or important for plot. But there's got to be some way to balance it out. Action beats aren't enough. Descriptive passages aren't enough. What am I missing??? Like, the writing is pretty strong for what's there. But it's missing something...
I also worry that maybe the pacing is suffering. A lot is happening all at once, but is Isolde an active part or is she just recounting what's going on around her? How much of the dialogue and action beats are advancing the plot and how much are just catching the reader up to speed, because fuck there are so many moving parts to keep track of? Are the stakes apparent enough? Are Isolde and Henry succeeding too easily? Are the antagonists not active enough? Is Isolde not active enough, is she just describing Henry's plan at this point? Maybe that's what I'm missing. Internal conflict. Also just, in-scene pacing and tension building.
goal for next time: one more scene and then the masquerade section starts. the whole thing is about 6.9k. If I'm lucky and not tired tomorrow night I might get through half that (3k) and hit 60k total words. If not, I'll try to get there by the end of Saturday.
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realm-sweet-realm · 6 months ago
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Hey for 049,999, vox and Valentino what would be their worst nightmare/personal hell?
SCP 049: his personal Hell would be to be helpless. He would be to be locked in a steel bunker as a plague rages outside. Within, he has all the resources he needs for research and is making breakthrough after breakthrough, but there’s no one to speak to about them, let alone to use them on. He is made constantly aware of his ability to help but is unable to use it on the suffering people behind his door, left with only his own spiralling thoughts for company.
SCP 999: his powers stop working, and everyone stops loving him. He’s treated like any other SCP in the foundation- kept in a metal box with little stimulation. A man comes in to feed him every day. The man is sad. 999 cuddles up to him, but that only disgusts the man. “Ew! Stay off! You’re getting me all slimy!” the man says. 999 is left to wonder if he ever really was lovable, or if it was just his powers.
Vox: his personal Hell would be to have to sell his soul to Alastor. Alastor doesn’t even torture him like with the other people on his broadcast, he just gets Vox to do whatever he pleases while teasing him and broadcasts the resulting screams. “Oh, Voxie, my boy? Could you be a dear and fetch me a drink? Fix that clog? Pick up my dry cleaning? Polish my microphone before I do this broadcast on your pitiful downfall? Much thanks, my obsequious servitor! The rest of your list of tasks is on the table. And don’t forget to do them with a smile!”
Valentino: he knows exactly how cruel the others in his business are. His worst nightmare would be to be forced into essentially the position he’s put Angel Dust in: to sell his soul to a sadistic monster who is just like him.
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Changes being made to the Abbey of St Markovia as of 4/11/24:
"A perfect being... made from the best and most beautiful that mortal flesh can offer, with an untouched and innocent soul, infused with holy light. Not yet, not quite, but soon... soon they will succeed where I have failed." "It is not your fault. You simply cannot see the righteousness of my work. Fear not, for I will grant you new eyes." - The Abbot, being very normal and chill.
The Abbot:
Like all devas, the Abbot can fight, but combat was never his purpose. In the Upper Planes, he served a god of light and life, and his role was that of a healer. He still considers himself a healer first and foremost. He will fight in defense of himself or his "patients," (and especially Vasilka) but desires peace over violence.
In the unlikely event there is a TPK to the Abbot, or a player is killed and their body left with him, he will "restore" them (in a horrifying manner) and explain he forgives them their transgression and bears them no ill will.
Mechanically, the Abbot's powers of resurrection are equivalent to Raise Dead without material components, as in RAW. Narratively however, the process is more... surgical.
As in cannon, the Abbot willingly trapped himself in Barovia in honor of Saint Markovia's legacy, hoping to ease the suffering of its people but ultimately becoming corrupted by the evil of the land.
Strahd tempted him towards the Dark Powers not by appearing as Vasili, but through anonymous correspondence. (The was in his Strahd the Ghost era.) As in cannon, the Abbot understands that Strahd cannot be permanently killed, (he does not know why, nor how to sever Strahd's connection to Vampyr) and hopes instead to "heal" him.
The Abbott is an extraplaner being and that is creepy:
When you think "cosmic horror" in dnd, you think of aberrations -- creatures so alien to our reality that they appear twisted, even warping reality by their very presence. But all extraplaner beings are from a reality that is alien to our own.
The Abbot is from a place of pure Law, Light and Virtue (probably the slopes of Solania on Mount Celestia, but no need to be that specific.) He does not belong to this plane, and that should be clear after speaking to him for even a few minutes.
He knows the limits of mortal bodies, but does not truly understand them. He's met countless souls that became archons, but far fewer living mortals. He has a basic understanding of mortal psychology, but is constantly baffled by it, always expecting it to be more simple and straightforward than it actually is.
He understands all creatures and actions on a simple scale of "good" and "evil," and sees evil as a disease to be cured. He sees moral failings as corruption and sickness, and the suffering and despair they cause as symptoms to be treated. Physical and spiritual illness are almost one and the same to him. This is obviously not a wise way of looking at the world.
Above all the Abbot considers himself a healer, which is reflected in his language. He speaks of "healing" Strahd's evil, of the rot in this land that must be cut out, of a desire to see Barovia through a period of recovery. This should be creepy, evoke SCP-049 vibes.
When idle, the Abbot's eyes drift upwards, towards the heavens. He (inaccurately) believes he is incapable of "bad" emotions, such as pride, greed, unrighteous anger and spite.
He truly believes that if he achieves his goal, Strahd will be "cured" of all that makes him cruel and malevolent, becoming a good and noble ruler. No longer a vampire, but a powerful and virtuous immortal being of a celestial nature.
Vasilka and the Abbot's goals:
As Strahd's obsession with Tatyana is not romantic in my game, making Vasilka a 'bride' for Strahd doesn't have thematic parallels anymore. The Abbot's plan has been changed accordingly.
The Abbot is aware he is corrupted and compromised. He believes that if he had remained pure, he would have the power to "heal" Strahd of his wickedness, but that by the time he saw the vampire face to face, he had already become tainted. Therefore, his goal is to create a "perfect being," one pure and holy enough to succeed where he has failed.
The Abbot does not rob graves, as he considers dead flesh tainted and unusable for his constructed body. Therefore, he is always looking for people willing to "donate" to his cause.
He does not take these "donations" by force, but he is not above taking advantage of desperate circumstances. People who come to him to have someone raised from the dead, or to have some terrible condition cured will find the Abbot more than happy to help... in exchange for a "donation to the church," of course.
Don't worry, though -- you won't have to lose an arm, leg, face or organ! He'll gladly replace anything he takes, fitting you with new parts fashioned from whatever he has lying around.
"Vasilka" as they currently exist is an enormous worm-like collection of body parts stitched together and animated by celestial light -- mindless, and alive only in the most basic sense of the word. It is unclear if they would even be able to leave the room they are kept in, or if they'd be crushed under the weight of their own form. They are a horror, but the Abbot sees nothing but beauty in them.
It is clear that Vasilka will never be finished. A perfect being is an impossible goal. The Abbot has convinced himself that he just needs to keep building, keep improving, and soon his creation will be ready to surpass him... any day now.
He cannot be swayed from this belief by any means, because it is the only thing that gives him hope and allows him to see the suffering he causes as just and right.
Vasilka was Saint Markovia's first name. They are named in honor of her.
Vasilka cannot move, speak or take actions. They have an AC of 14 (natural armor) and 616 HP. Their creature type is Monstrosity, they have immunity to radiant damage and resistance to lightning damage.
Getting help from the Abbot:
The Abbot can raise the dead and cure a number of ailments, but doing so drains him to a degree. And so in exchange for his charity, he expects charity in return.
(Don't tell him that's not what 'charity' means, he'll just get upset.)
The first thing he will ask for is the best and strongest body parts the players have to offer. He promises to give them 'good as new' substitutes. Saying yes to this offer will have consequences.
If the party is unwilling to part with their limbs and organs, the Abbot can send them to tend to some of the more "difficult" patients. Or perhaps there are a few who fled the abbey in a blind panic upon being resurrected that the Abbot is concerned for, and wants them brought back where he can "care for them."
The Abbot has attempted to cure vampirism before. It did not go well. However, he thinks he has learned from his past errors, and would be willing to try again.
Though the Abbot hides his true nature from the people of Krezk (fearing they will not understand and be frightened) he is open about it to his patients, and to anyone from outside Barovia. He knows people from Faerun are more likely to have some concept of extra-planer beings like himself, and expects any good-natured humanoids to see him positively.
The Abbot once had the ability to know the nature of a person's soul simply by looking at them. In his time in Barovia, however, he has become too tainted and corrupted, and now his vision is as muddled as any mortal's.
The Patchfolk:
Don't use the word m***relfolk. "Patchfolk" is a fine alternative. The Abbot refers to them as "patients."
Take out all of the generic "scary insane/comedic insane" behavior for the patchfolk. Some of them will have odd or uncanny behavior due to circumstances (see below,) but for the most part this is about body horror, not "madness."
Emphasize the extreme and fantastic nature of the alterations to the patchfolk's bodies, try to avoid accidental parallels to physical disability.
The patchfolk are not neglected, they are fed and kept clean and kept as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. (The words "under the circumstances" are carrying a lot of weight here.)
They are no longer descended from a family that was trying to remove birth defects. They are a hodgepodge of people who came to the abbot for a cure from some mundane or supernatural illness, people who were raised from the dead at a cost, and a few weirdos who came to the abbot to "improve" themselves.
There are three main "categories" of patchfolk:
Recovered: these are people who the Abbot was able to heal completely of whatever ailment (or death) they were originally plagued with. Aside from a 'stitched together' look and some mismatched body parts, they're largely humanoid and mobile.
Some of them covered their strange features with bandages and long sleeves and simply returned to Krezk, or went elsewhere. Others remained at the abbey, either afraid to return home or because they wished to stay and help care for the others.
Their stats are as outlined in the Creatures of Horror book, but with the ability scores of either a Commoner, Priest or Gladiator.
Convalescent: Sometimes a patient comes to the abbot with an ailment beyond his abilities. He tries his best, but the results are often... horrifying.
A family struck with an unnatural plague is healed of their ailments, but their altered flesh rejects all his transplants, so he's forced to stitch them all together into one body. An undead creature is raised from the dead, but something goes wrong in the process, and it returns as a giant leech monster whose flesh is constantly rotting and requires frequent grafts, etc.
These people are resigned to the idea that they cannot leave the abbey. Their personalities range from "I have no mouth and I must scream" to "I have a mouth and I am screaming" to "I am capable of conversation and resigned to my gruesome fate, basically I just hope someone brings me a nice book or some chocolates sometimes" to "we are the borg."
Convalescents have a variety of statblocks. Some creatures that can be slightly altered and reskinned as Convalescents include Maw Demons, Sorrowsworn, or Shambling Mounds. Damage resistances can be replaced by resistance to radiant, lightning or both. Languages are replaced with Common, and their creature type is either humanoid, monstrosity, or celestial.
Experiments/pets: These are things the abbot has created from "spare parts" that for one reason or another could not be used. They were either experiments to help the abbot "improve his medicine," or simply made as a way to keep these parts fresh until they can be more of use.
A hand attached to a leg that pulls itself along by its fingers, a cluster of limbs attached at the center, a mindless head kept in a birdcage, etc. They mostly behave like animals that have no need to eat, sleep or mate. They'll amble around aimlessly, respond negatively to painful sensations and positively to pleasant ones.
These have a variety of statblocks. Creatures that can be easily reskinned include Maw Demons, Crawling Claws, and almost any kind of animal or giant animal. None of them have language or an intelligence higher than 4. Damage resistances can be replaced by resistance to radiant, lightning or both. Their creature type is monstrosity or celestial.
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tempest-toss · 8 months ago
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SCP 6132, "The Death Doctor"
Item #: SCP-6132
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6132 is to be contained within a reinforced. Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell at Site-230. Transportation across site must involve no fewer than two (2) guards or otherwise "anomalous chapereones" of the other SCPs on site.
While displaying cooperative behavior, SCP 6132 has documented history of being prone to fits or rage and delusion. It is paramount that all escorts be prepared to subdue SCP 6132 at any given notice to prevent any incident.
Reports from entitys close to SCP 6132 indicate that it is easily restless when without access to its necessary objects to activate its anomaly. Requests for entertainment such as puzzles are to be granted.
Description: SCP 6132 is a humanoid standing at roughly 1.88 m in height, bearing an attire of that of a plague doctor, akin to that of SCP 049; physical differences are present, such as a greying of fabric and damage to the bird mask with the protection around the righteye gone and the glass of the left cracked as a result of a gunshot. X-rays show that unlike SCP 049, the face mask and cloak are not a part of 6132's body. SCP 6132 has claimed his name is Xayvier Wellington, but no name on record exists with that match.
SCP 6132 was acquired following a sting operation on the Calico Carnival, which had been overtaken by the Troupe of Shadows. SCP 6132 was one fo the few that were able to be saved from the GOI's influence and control.
SCP 6132 bears a few known anomalies, corroborated by testimony and a physical performance. The primary anomaly of SCP 6132 seems to be that of reanimation, with 6132 able to bring back the dead simply by touching bare dirt with his hands. Additionally 6132 is able to turn living entities into zombies by uttering a unique phrase listed below. Finally, 6132 is also able to convert people into the undead by infecting them "The Pestilence" from the use of a chained sickle that disappears somewhere under his cloak. The exact location of this weapon has yet to be indentified.
Another anomaly reported bears a striking connection to the cognito effect SCP 2316. By uttering a variant of the phrase "You do not recognize the bodies in the water," SCP 6132 is able to force the listener to hallucinate that they recognize the reanimated corpses as familiar faces and feel the need to go towards them. Additional outcomes of hearing the phrase have been documented as follows:
Profuse Crying
Three instances of scratching out one's eyes
Religious impulse to worship SCP 6132
Two instances where researchers were stuck in place as if under hypnotic trance
One guard collapsing to the ground and suffering a seizure.
When interviewed, SCP 6132 admitted that it could control the outcome of his verbal anomaly, and performed the other ones to "shake it up, keep things fun and interesting [for me]"
Addendum: It appears that he has acquired an interest in O5-█, it is highly advised to not let them meet. If they do, trust the overseer's ultimate judgement.
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simpystarrr · 2 years ago
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Continuation of the sick 049 rp thing because I forgor 💀:
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Samiya: poor guy's fever has gotten worse... I don't know what's wrong with him. I thought it was just a cold but he can barely sit up now.
(Bird man's suffering never ends)
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ao3feed-taakitz · 1 year ago
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Painted in the Warmest Colours
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6zDXZ34
by Melody_in_the_Light
Taako and Kravitz paint portraits of each other on a date. Kravitz defrosts his heart. Taako uses a lot of glitter.
Written for the r/Fanfiction Prompt Challenge #38 [June 2023] Prompt fulfilled: LGBTQ+ Prompt (attempted to be) fulfilled: Three random words (design, borrow, dip)
Words: 2842, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kravitz (The Adventure Zone), Taako (The Adventure Zone), The Director | Lucretia
Relationships: Kravitz/Taako (The Adventure Zone)
Additional Tags: Post-Episode: e041-049 The Eleventh Hour Parts 1-9, Pre-Episode: e051-057 The Suffering Game Parts 1-7, Canon Gay Relationship, Dating, Fluff, Humor, Light Angst, Sappy, Painting, Kravitz and Taako in Love (The Adventure Zone), Protective Lucretia, Falling In Love, learning to love, First Kiss
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6zDXZ34
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wolveria · 3 days ago
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Sorry not sorry-
Leahy Screeching As The Entire Foundation Is Over Run By Ried Jrs: Where are they all coming from?!
Kenneth: Karma's a bitch!
035: Have dick will travel!
049: Revenge is bittersweet.
Ried: *pregnant AGAIN* I WILL END ALL OF YOU FOR MY UNFORGIVABLE PAIN AND SUFFERING!!
She has a breeding kink but she still likes to yell at them
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05-redacted · 2 years ago
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While operating on yet another victim of the disease, 049 suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The poor guy could barely move his hand without it hurting even more. He took a break for a few hours but when he continued the surgery, the pain returned.
049 mentioned the pains to a certain junior researcher. She told him that it was likely a kind of repetitive strain injury. It was quite surprising he hasn't suffered from RSI any sooner. He spent most of his waking hours performing these surgeries with few breaks. This kind of injury is caused by overuse, after all.
Ima be nice to the Doctor and not post the scooter incident. He needs his rest but thankfully we know Samiya is there to help!!!
Maybe she'll listen to him about that small white haired creature that torments him who knows-
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arithecreatorsstuff · 2 years ago
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Nurse Rabbit, On Duty
It was bound to happen eventually. The Plague Doctor catches a cold. Cue Nurse Rabbit, to usher her stubborn patient back to bed. Fluff abounds.
No one knew how it happened, but it did. Dr. Cimmerian calls me in my office, in a mild panic. The Doctor was acting... off. Not Abel-on-yet-another-rampage off, but not quite right. He was sniffing a lot, and kept shaking his head as to clear it. He was also coughing a bit. Hmm. I'm by no means a medical expert, but I think my dear Doctor... against all probability, caught a cold off one of the researchers.
"Tell our good Doctor that Nurse Rabbit is on her way, and she has a theory as to what ails him. I'll be down in fifteen minutes, just need to make a quick stop on my route."
"What's the theory, Nurse Rabbit?"
"Our collegue in medicine has caught a common cold. I'm bringing some old fashioned medicine to help."
"Which is?"
"Chicken soup, a cup of lavender chamomile tea with a bit of honey, and three rolls of industrial duct tape."
"I get the tea and soup, but why the duct tape?"
"In case the patient doesn't want to take the cure. I probably won't need it. But just in case... remember trying to treat the broken arm Ferdinand had last year? Duct tape on mouth, duct tape other limbs, treat injured one. We all know how hard treating a doctor is."
"Point taken. Okay, it's probably the only time we can learn what happens if 049 gets sick... don't forget the good French bread."
"While Abel thinks of me as his sister, I'm no barbarian. Broth soup with no bread? That's not just against the Geneva Conventions, it's a sin against food. I'm on the way now."
I grab what I need, in my own doctor bag. It's not as impressive as my darling's, but it holds everything but the food. Nothing too fancy, just some cold remedies and painkillers with tissues and first aid stuff. I head to the on site cafeteria for the soup and tea, then report for my first shift of nurse duty. I knock, and am allowed in.
My poor sweet Doctor has his back to me, a towel over his head, huddled over a pan of hot water, trying to steam the mucus out of his head. I politely cough, and his head shoots up. The towel slides off his head slowly. I try to stop a giggle, it's not good medical practice to laugh at a patient.
"I wasn't aware I had a visitor. Normally, I would be overjoyed to see you, Angeline, but I seem to have caught a slight plague."
"It's most likely not a plague, from what Dr. Cimmerian said it sounds like a head cold. That being said, you now have your own private nurse for a shift. And, mon cher doctor, it's time for my cure." I hand him the tea first. "I can assure you, my cure is most effective, just a bit slower than yours. Now, drink. You're more likely to be dehydrated with a cold."
He sips the tea, and I set up step two of the cure. Chicken soup, good crusty bread... and a glass of red wine, to help the patient recover. I lead my poor suffering darling to his desk, and gently coax him to sit. I take the cover off the tray.
"Time for step two. Some hot chicken soup, and a glass of red wine to help the patient. Then, well... I'm afraid you simply must take rest. I'll keep you company for as long as I can, but I still need to fill everyone in."
"But my research-"
"Can wait until you recover. Now, I joked to Dr. Cimmerian about medical professionals being terrible patients, please don't prove me right darling. After lunch, it's off to bed with you. Please, don't look at me like that. You know you'd tell me the same thing."
"I am not going to win, am I? As you wish, chere Angeline, but only if you nap with me."
"Let me think about it... okay. Sure. Whatever my favorite and most beloved patient needs."
He eats, and I chat with him. Before long, it's time to take the Doctor to bed. He slips under the covers, and I join him. My head is on his chest, arms around him. He pulls me closer as his eyes close. I hear the steady thump of his heartbeat, and we drift off to blissful sleep. As he falls asleep I hear his voice.
"Perhaps getting a cold is not so bad, if you nurse me to health each time."
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