#Do not tag as shaw

[reddiamondgamer]

963 Variants Part 3!

Top left: SCP-963-6L455, belonging to Simon Glass. This therapist is gonna need therapy.

Bottom Right: SCP-963-63R, belonging to Doctor Gerald. He's using too many bodies, wasteful.

[jack-of-amulets]

Bright: This date suuuucks.

Glass: This isn't a date, I'm going to the store.

Bright: Then why did you invite me?

Glass: I didn't. I specifically told you "Jack, don't come with me." and you told me "Fuck you, Simon. I do whatever I want."

[mattastr0phic]

RIP! APART! REALITY!

[brightside-brigade]

so... we got a box of clothes today... and it came with this! Behold I am slowly returning to form!!! My very own (oversized and lopsided) Labcoat!

Ft: Beatrice interrupting the photo shoot by jumping onto my shoulder.

[fiona-my-love]

THIS WAS ORIGINALLY A J-CK BRIGHT X READER FIC BUT NOW ITS UNDER CONSTRUCTION BECAUSE OF THE CREATOR’S ACTIONS.

————— x immortal! reader oneshot (hurt/comfort)

ahh.. immortal lovers. what would I do without this trope.

Tw: Suicidal thoughts/actions, crying, angst in general but fluff at the end

He sat alone in his office, shaking and muttering curses under his breath.

“Why won’t I just fucking die.”

He muttered to himself, eyes filled with tears. He clutched his amulet in disdain. Why was this the way his life went?

All he was back then was an unheard of scientist, trying to make a name for himself. And he can’t tell if he achieved his goal or if he completely lost sight of it. After everything that happened, was he even himself anymore? Was he known for his hard work, or just because of his immortality? Was it really going to be this way for the rest of his life, seeing everyone die time and time again?

He tried not to think of it, squeezing the pendant in his hand and smashing it to the ground. He was practically sobbing at this point, as he continued to smash his fist into the cold, hard floor. His other hand clutching his mouth, as he let out muffled screams. He watched the scarlet liquid begin to pour down from his fingers, the pain red hot. Why was this happening to him of all people? What was so different about him?

He sat there in pure shock, trying to numb out his cold reality. If only I never came to this dammed foundation. It hurt to think, but it was the truth. He was so passionate about it, his loyalty belonging to it completely. Yet, he can’t deny the fact that it ruined him. He couldn’t help but loathe his past self, so exited yet so oblivious.

But then, he was taken out of his mind-numbing daze when he heard the door creak.

“Hon?.. You alright?” you chirped.

Your voice chimed innocently, simply just checking up on your lover.

You opened the door to a horrifying sight. Jack was sitting on the floor, pulling at his hair. His face was buried in his knees, but you could see the reflection of his tears. Something was clearly wrong.

The room was filled with dread, yet you ran straight to him, kneeling down to his level. You cup his face,

“————? What happened?..” you whispered.

He looks back at you, eyes full of regret.

“I’m sorry, I just-“ he choked.

How was he meant to describe how he felt? He loved you, but you were just born immortal. Would you even get it? He swallowed, looking up at you. You gasp, seeing his shattered state.

His hair was disheveled, his hand covered in blood. But the most shocking, was his face. Your once energetic and chaotic boyfriend’s eyes were full of sorrow. Bloodshot, face covered him in dried tears.

You held his face, gently wiping away his tears. You fixed his hair a bit, trying to relax him.

“Darling.. what happened?” you murmured.

He was tired of holding it in. He melted into your touch, starting to let it all out. He hung onto you like a lifeline, sobbing into your chest. You held him close, pressing a gentle kiss on his head as you pet his back. He began to ramble about everything he was feeling, and you began to catch on.

“Why do I have to be this way. Why was I cursed like this? It isn’t fair. None of it is..”

You put your hand under his chin, bringing his head up to look at you.

“Darling..” you said, before pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips.

“I don’t have all the answers, but I can promise you that for as long as we’re together, I’ll make sure you feel loved. I’ll always be by your side to ground you, no matter what happens. I’ll always be here to protect you..”

You pulled him closer, bringing him into your lap for a hug.

“I promise.”

Maybe joining the foundation wasn’t the worst decision he ever made.

[wyvolf]

Do you ever um ever wanna… wanna um…

// update: I no longer use Dr. Bright (or Mikell), his author AdminBright/Michael Peters is a nonce (aka pedophile groomer freak). You cannot separate this art (Bright) piece from the creator (AdminBright)

[sickeninglybeaut1ful]

need to revive my art sideblog

[songbirds-in-the-east]

An MS paint sketch I did to get used to my drawing tablet

[immortal-catastrophe]

Can I have a midlife crisis as someone who's immortal and has no idea what is to be considered the middle of my life if any era of my life is to be considered middle at all?

[the-bite-of-87-lol]

I don't remember if I posted this

This is my 963 rewrite

Dr. [REDACTED] , do not tag as Dr bright or Dr shaw !!!!! He's not!!!!

[rockabully]

DID YOU THINK YOU WERE GOD, BRANDON?

redraw of an old piece i did back in sept 2023, shown below the cut. i apparently forgot to upload it to tumblr when i drew it then.. gg.

ignore the mistake on phillip's pant legs ok. just ignore

[reddiamondgamer]

963 Variants Part 1

This is an idea I had a while back of "what if other doctors had 963s?"

Top left: SCP-963-AHC, belonging to Alto Clef. Maybe it was made in a moment of grief and panic after a sudden passing to keep a lover alive for eternity.

Bottom right: SCP-963-1C3, belonging to Iceberg. A good worker shouldn't be lost. A friend will return. (feel free to use these concepts but please credit me if you do)

[jack-of-amulets]

changed my banner to this, no regrets.

[mattastr0phic]

I wanna know who confess first. I call for Clef doing it in the most clef way possible in the middle of a containment bleach of a Keter class object nearly get him killed

Sorry, but it was way less romantic and tension filled, haha

[brightside-brigade]

So with advice of the dead, and a halo over my head. "At last! Honey, I'm Home," three voices come all alone.

A vivisection of me, done by God for all to see. Say "Hello! Honey I'm Home!" three voices come all alone

[jack-of-amulets]

The phoenix is named Gatsby. That's something that changed.

A headcanon guide to the Bright I draw + write about, though a little text-heavy.

feel free to ask me more about my Bright, cause I GOT A LOT MORE HEADCANONS.

askbox is open, after all!