#I’m sorry I’m cringey

[twig-the-edgelord]

The Amputation Experiments

Tw: gore, eye gore

The amputation experiments were the shortest (only going through 3 rounds) experiments that happened to SCP 963. It had ended abruptly due to an incident caused by Dr. Jack Richard Clementine.

The purpose of these experiments was to see how would SCP 963 react if a host that had an amputation of some kind. Given the amulets nature, it was believed that Dr. Clementine would grow a new fully functional limb/organ.

The first of which went alright:

Image taken (01/06/——) 0205

The host was a D-Class (———-), an elderly female (68), who lost her arm due to ——infection. After he had entered his host, he stated that “it will take a while to get used to this.”

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The arm had started to heal and grow like predicted. Dr. Clementine is able to feel the whole length of the limb.

Dr. Clementine has complained about phantom limbs (in addition to his usual pains gifted from bonding), though not exactly pain. “It’s more… tingly then anything else.”

It should be noted that the limbs newest muscles are incredibly weak. This could be a possible set back to the future growth and could mean that growth could stop all together.

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Dr. Clementine has finally bonded to the host. The muscles grew back quickly, and the arm is fully recovered, however it isn’t able to move. Dr. Clementine can feel anything that happens to his right arm, but cannot lift it beneath the shoulder.

Other personal have tried to assist Dr. Clementine with trying to wake up this limb but any attempt haven’t gotten any results.

Dr. Clementine has been more jumpy throughout the course of this experiment but today it seems that the light anxiety became mid emotional distress and discomfort for the future ideas of these examinations. (Now most have new hypotheses.) He has stated that “It’s fine. I’ve been though worse.” …. “No, it’s just…. It’s just annoying! It’s just hanging there. Sometimes I feel like I’ve curled my finger, and I look down and it’s just- I just-“ He refused to talk further.

The second was worse

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The host was a D class (————-) middle aged male (42), uninjured other then a first degree burn on his torso.

Dr. Clementine seemed to be unenthusiastic about the round, but willingly agreed to continue with the experiment.

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Dr. Clementine has admitted to not have eaten earlier the past few days, which in this case might be better for him, as it was the day of the surgery. It’s important to do it in the early stages of bonding.[

] afterwards he complains of sharp pains. He was not awake. He was not awake.

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The leg appears to be healing normally, if not better then how his previous hosts arm healed. Though there is redness around the surgical scar, it doesn’t seem to be infected nor is it dangerous to his health.

Dr. Clementine reports that he felt nauseous, and anxiety ridden.

“God, you all suck.” It was clear that he was intoxicated when he said this, which didn’t seem to effect the healing nor the bonding with his host. He possibly later sent a death threat to Dr. Glass.

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The limb had nearly fully completely regrown, though it’s not hopeful that it will work, as it seems to be suffering from the same limpness the previous hosts arm had. Dr. Clementine has complained that the skin is burning near to where it was amputated.

Dr. Clementine was scheduled to visit SCP 590, but he canceled it stating: “I just don’t want to risk anything. After last week he needs a break.” Referring to incident——— in which SCP 682 breached contaminated.

There is talk about ending this round early.

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Image taken (20/06/——)0039

The host was a D-class (——), a male in their early twenties (24), they lost their right eye due to an opponent wearing a ring in a fight. After Dr. Clementine entered the host, he seemed uncomfortable and finicky. “Think a marble would work to replace it?”

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The eye isn’t growing correctly. It seems to be infected. He states that he cannot see out of it. “It’s just kinda dark and… I can see the lights and stuff…”

It should be noted that he looks slightly dishevelled, though that could be because of the host change.

Imagine taken (27/06——) 0535

The eye didn’t regrow as expected. It’s incredibly red, and the pupil doesn’t dilate, nor does it move, even if it’s being touched at. “It burns pretty bad. If I go on to not blink for a bit, it gets worse.”

He has started wearing an eye patch so other personal won’t get infected in case his eye is contagious.

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The experiments had to be ended on (27/06/——) 1300.

Dr. Clementine had entered his office at 1054. He had gotten a calligraphy pen and proceeded to stab out his eye. Taking it out chunk by chunk.

He was found around 1145, apparently sitting in his desk chair, doing paperwork, while holding his eye socket with a paper towel. He was allegedly muttering about maggots.

Dr. Clementine is currently in the medical wing and will most likely lose his host privileges for the next little while. Though there is discussion on what will happen to him, the amputation experiments have been suspended.

[plistommy]

Steve: I loooove being topless during the summer!

Eddie: Ouch… well, this was fun while it lasted.

Steve:

Steve: *throws an empty can at laughing Eddie*

Steve: Oh shut up, dude! You know what I mean!

[poseidonstaint]

i know everyone is praising ify for how he’s playing this season and i do think he is slaying but some of his moves kinda bother me😭😭😭i didn’t like how he took all the drug juice i feel like brennan obviously had a plan for how that was gonna work with persimmon dead AND everyone would’ve got a cool moment with the drugs but he kinda just took it :/ obviously it worked out and it did lead to that convo w liv and russell but idk i felt like jacob in that moment and i’m not even playing LMAO like i would rather have just seen what brennan was gonna do and got to see how everyone was gonna take it

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

it’s not a coincidence that season four, the season where debbie hits puberty, is the season where the fandom starts to gang up on her.

[hangmanbradshaw]

Rare personal post, under the cut (trigger warning re: death and grief and complicated family dynamics and a lot of sentimentality haha)

Today would’ve been my dad’s 60th bday. It’s only two years fresh so I never know what feelings to expect, but I was looking through old pics because of my cousin and smiling, and that’s good? He struggled with addition, and caused more scars than I’ll ever be able to talk about no matter how much therapy and EMDR I do, but as complicated as our family was, I love and miss him. There were so many good rays of moments in it, especially when I was younger. My teenage years were hell. The end wasn’t good. It’s all true. I never thought I’d be in my 20s being next of kin- making decisions about life support and planning funerals and burials and giving eulogies and writing obituaries and taking care of my grandparents, but I think I’ve found my peace with it. It hurts, but it’s bearable.

I keep thinking about the eulogy I wrote and gave, what I believe in my heart about loss after losing my best friend, my dad, other friends. They really stick with us? In so many ways we don’t always see. It’s not about moving on, truly it’s about just finding space for the rest of life too. Widening your heart to it. I watch Star Wars and I think of Andrew. I talk to his mom and we laugh. I get excited for football or hiking or going on an adventure and that’s my dad. All these pictures of him younger, healthier, playing football and bringing us to games, teaching my brother and me how to play, taking us white water rafting and horseback riding and hiking and camping over and over. Pictures of him doing it himself when he was younger. And it’s just like. I’m his daughter. He lives on in my life because I see those things in my life, and for that, I’m so grateful. I look at my life and that lyric is so true- There wouldn’t be this if there hadn’t been you.

My writing journey started about a year after he passed as art therapy. I realized I loved it. I met all of you, wrote IWTBY, wrote my novel now. I took myself to the Super Bowl and watched the team he taught me to love win. I took myself to a movie premiere, to Europe, to all these things he never got to do. To national parks he did visit. To parks he took us to. My brother and I are going to Austin this fall and staying out on a ranch like we did as kids. I live in a peaceful little apartment with a job that helps people and wonderful friends and all that pain and hurt led to it. Anyways, just a long, ridiculously sentimental rant to say I’m grateful for this little community. For my little life. It’s simple, and it’s mine, and I am forever thankful for it. For all of you and the love you show me, whether it be for my stories which truly have changed my life, or in general. I wrote that one shot last night, and immediately was blown away by the love y’all give it and me. If my little stories have made you smile, or feel something, it’s all I can hope for. I hope everyone who sees this finds their own peace, no matter how impossible it seems, truly. Keep your head up, keep finding the beauty and joy in the little things. In the sun shining and laughter with a friend and movies that make you inspired. With love, Steph 💙

[to-the-stars8]

Big oopsie guys, turns out Jason isn’t dead teehee 😝

[tetzoro]

what about lifeguard ace aims…suddenly i’m drowning…

omg lifeguard ace . . save us lifeguard ace . .

he’s constantly got his whistle in his mouth, ready to blow whenever a kid acts out of line and runs around the pool. the lanyard dangles down and nestles itself between his pecs. . & those little red swimtrunks flatter him so well, wrapping around his toned thighs . . 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

his freckles cover every inch of his body, the ones that decorate his back are proudly on display . sometimes he likes to put on a little hat — the same baseball cap you’ve seen him put on time and time again. sometimes he even wears in backwards, lounging in his lifeguard tower with a boyish grin that makes your heart skip a beat .

you meet him one hot summer where the skies are clear almost everyday and you just need to lay out by the pool . normally, ace doesn’t pay attention to people who aren’t actually in the pool but he can’t take his eyes off of you as you lounge in your chair , clad in your swimsuit that looks too good on you .

as soon as his break starts he’s walking over to you, tipping his sunglasses so they’re on the edge of his freckles nose , blocking the sun itself as he towers over where you’re sprawled out and with the most polite tone, he utters — “it's a good thing i'm certified for cpr because you just took my breath away.”

[caramello-styles]

literal peck sound from mr styles during matilda— MWAH!

[cxs-workshops]

Still workshopping some things but here’s a little synopsis of my next My Time ocs intended for Project ME:

(Bear with me, I’m not great with words ><)

Name: Cy/??? (She/They)

Height: 5’10” / 179cm

Age: 300+ / (technically + mentally 28, age prior falling into cyberslumber)

Birthday: 2.3

Cy was an Old World resident, initially living as an average citizen (around the time of Age of Corruption), a somewhat gloomy girl with the love for tech and various hobbies mostly to keep busy, eventually went on to become an accomplished Engineer/Mechanic. Cy was slowly hitting a low point in her life, until she was then targeted for experimental testing for the high end researchers/scientists. Seeing this as an opportunity to see more of their tech/inventions first hand and having little to no motivation to live as she was, why not. Little did she know, she was quickly prepped and tagged as a test subject for a new not-yet-tested trial, Digital DNA merging. Out of 15 subjects, there was one survivor, thus giving her new and current name “Cy”. With a somewhat newfound identity and even newer abilities as now half cyber entity, scientists have her and other surviving subjects from different trials (Cy’s eventual found family) in training as weapons of war.

Time goes by and the atmosphere glowingly becomes tense and hostile. Unbeknownst to humankind, days would soon quickly lead up to what would be known many years later as the Day of Calamity. Military, Researchers. Scientists, and overall citizens are scrambling in panic as machines are uprising. Cy and her friends hasten to find ways to stop or at least lessen the mayhem, but struggling to do so as the situation becomes more catastrophic. As options are dwindling, Cy and her friends are facing the inevitable, the group decides to scatter and do what they can during their final moments. Volt, Cy’s closest and dear friend, brings her to a highly classified lab room. He boots up a large device and starts typing, pulling switches with speed. Thinking he was still searching for some kind of kill code, Cy drags herself over to a window, stares in horror at what seems like the end of the world is happening before her eyes. Volt pulls in for a (final) hug and as Cy was bewildered, she was able to hear his last words: “I hope the future is kinder to you.” Cy gets no time respond, suddenly a light flashed around her and feels as though she’s being sucked in somewhere. The device Volt was fiddling with was a sort of cyber chamber and Cy was now in cyber slumber, hidden away in an old world lab. Not knowing if the world has officially ended, Cy peacefully sleeps…for over 300 years.

Meanwhile…Cy is still sleeping in cyberspace, to her it feels as if only minutes maybe hours have passed. Her body suddenly twitched, she heard voices but very faintly. Right then she is forcefully being thrown out of cyberspace, lights flash once again and hits against the lab wall. Cy groans while she holds her back in pain.

“I- how- what did you do?! What was that!?”

“Was…that a whole person?? They just shot out of the—wha— Are they alive? Hey! Hello!”

Still writhing in pain, Cy turns again and sees two faint figures in front of her who seem to be worried. Before she could adjust properly, one of the figures rushed over to help her up. Her vision starts to clear and she hears his crisp clear voice, “Are you ok? Can you stand? Can you talk?” She turns over to the voice and sees this guy with sharp, piercing, light red eyes but with a gentle expression. His hair silky gray and very fair skin. The other, was a woman with long dusty rose hair and hazel doe eyes, looking upon her with equal concern. Cy jerks away and looks around frantically. She quickly questions the two about where she was and what time of year it was, somehow thinking she has transported to another world or something. There was no chaos, no hoards of hostile machines within sight. The lab looked…abandoned and dust was everywhere. Overgrown was seeping through the cracks and all around the windows. There was a blue clear sky.

“Where…? Uh well this is (same planet) and the year is Peach xx.”

Ok, it’s same planet….but Peach? What? The fruit? What year did that mean? She wanted to confirm and firmly asked if the world was overrun by hostile machines, humans creating other advanced tech for war, possibly causing the world end.

“Oh that sounds like the Day of Calamity. Yeah that happened…I believe over 300 years ago?”

Before Cy froze, collapsed, and fainted, she managed to mumble,”So then..some have survived? What a relief.”

Name: Exe (He/They)

Height: 2’2”/66 cm (default “energy saving” form)

Age: 300+/???

Birthday: 2.10

Exe was just one of many of bots that were living within the Old World, but he was built with a special model and materials. Exe was created from a side hobby of a certain individual, Cy. She had convinced the scientists that she needed an AI assistant and slipped in that it could also benefit the lab and military (just something she added so she could have guaranteed permission bc she’s always wanted a bot buddy)

Exe was soon born and became Cy’s very reliable and loyal sentient assistant/friend. Exe is very efficient and friendly. Cy tinkers Exe’s body every so often and tested out something that gave him a special ability, shapeshifting. Exe is mostly build with nano tech, which allows him add, subtract and move parts freely as long as he has the data to shape into said thing. Over time he has a database full of various bot bodies, carriers, weapons and even animals. His current default form is the one that saves the most energy, so he mostly stays in it. As Exe’s database grows and becomes more and more useful, the scientists stepped in and assigns him to the next vital location, Altair One, where he was told he was going to be needed for the future of mankind. Exe politely refused because he didn’t want to leave Cy and her friends behind. The scientists strongly urged him to think about it…but there was no time to think.

Shortly after were the incoming days leading up to the Day of Calamity. Exe jumped into the frontlines, attempting to hack into bot network to try and calm things down but to no avail. When that wouldn’t work, he shifted into defense mode in order to assist as many humans as he could to safety. Sometime afterwards, his internal comm has pinged urgently, to come back to the lab immediately. He had recognized the ping, it was from Cy’s friend Volt. Exe hesitated but feeling concerned for Cy, he did as he was told. When he met up with Volt, he saw that he was alone and asked where Cy was. Volt dodged his question and just told him to put all of his, Cy’s belongings and anything else essential and place them into Exe’s digital inventory. Exe saw how desperate Volt was and continue to do what he was told. As Exe cleared out Cy’s dorm and pretty much everything else, Volt asked one last favor, to record a video message. Recording was done, Volt hugged Exe, “Take care and look out for each other.” Volt had quickly put him into maintenance mode and placed him inside his portable charging station then moved him right next to the cyber chamber device along with a written note. Volt looked back at the chamber and sighed with relief, then disappeared into the frontlines.

[pim-piml1ng]

👍

[antichildeismoving]

The 2005 Pride and Prejudice/JJK crossover that no one asked for:

Nanami helps you up after you’re thrown to the ground during a fight. When you thank him he turns away without saying anything, but you see his fingers flex just for a moment. Bonus points if his tie is wrapped around his hand.

[livingdeadgirl3]

my thick thighs could save his life🩷

[sapphicflower-ao3]

hiii, so I was on tiktok and saw this edit!! and thought omg this song is so bkdk from the art of falling coded and then i went to check the playlists you made for them and boom there's the song in katsuki's playlist!!! how cool is that (maybe not that cool... but I was so excited cause it seems like all bkdks are kinda in sync)

GDAYHGAJIYFD it’s the way i KNEW exactly which edit and song you were talking about before i even clicked on it AHAHAHA. i remember seeing that edit a few weeks ago and i was so pleased that us bkdks have some common ground for bkdk songs 🥹🥹🥹

and no IT IS THAT COOL!!!!!! also i’m so happy u think abt taof bkg too….

[quietlyblooms]

the serotonin levels are OFF THE CHARTS!!!

[j-mysticalien]

I come to him and say I have blood on my hands but still he holds them before washing it away

[patina-millers-biceps]

I’m reading a re/d whi/te and roy/al blu/e rn and I’m on chapter 7. I’m just wondering if it actually becomes good or if it’s really this bad.