#Universe-Ω-197

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"Okay three, two, one, go!" There was a Foundation staff member holding a camera while also wearing Environmental Protection Suit and mask who was holding a camera with another staff member wearing the same suit and mask, though she had a microphone under her mask.

"Good evening, everyone! And welcome to Beyond the Veil, the main TV news broadcasting service for the SCP Foundation! Here to show off the newest and most exciting anomalous discoveries the O5 council wish to share with all of you. As always be sure to get some popcorn and of course take your notes as we also rely on your views to make sure every single detail is catalogued! Today in the year of 2018 and truly an amazing time to be in the Foundation as for years of dimensional experimentation and multiversal mapping have paid off! Welcome everyone to Universe-Ω-197! As you can see behind me, construction of Foundation Area B-01 has already begun!" The reporter waved her hand back to show Foundation staff and AFA-1's moving parts and displaying holographic blueprints on where to place what.

"Currently we are in the first and largest recorded room within Universe-Ω-197, as such this will be the perfect area to establish a Foundation Area within this reality. You may be surprised to know this but these strange plus shaped walls, wallpaper, floors, and even ceiling with lights are all naturally made within this world! Which all the more raises the question? How did this universe come to be the way it did? Why is it that no matter how much our researchers call out no one seems to show up? Did the gods create this if so why and which ones? stay with us as we update you on all the wonderful things this universe potentially has to offer. Back you to Randle!" The reporter then waved her hand over her neck and the cameraman lowered his camera. He then reached into his backpack and pulled out his Computer Screen Pad.

"Okay we got about 5 minutes before they want us back on the air. They want us to interview one of the workers."

"Sure, I guess we can do that, though I think they're going to be pissed with how busy they all look." The two then walked over to one of the human construction workers and tapped on his shoulders.

"Excuse me, are you one of the construction workers."

"Oh, actually no I'm the acting security here to ensure everyone is safe."

"Oh! Well in that case you'd be perfect, our manager want's an interview with one of the staff members who are overseeing the whole construction situation here so it would be nice if we could ask you a few questions while on air, would that be alright?"

"Uh... yeah sure, I can do that."

"Perfect! how long until we're on air?"

"In about a minute."

"Alright good, you can stand right here, and I'll be beside you, sound good?"

"Uh... yeah it looks like we're not in anyone's way so it should be fine."

"Okay then, when it's about time call it in."

"Okay... Here we go, three, two, one, go!"

"Thanks Randle! Right now, I'm with one of the acting securities here to ensure the construction of the Area B-01 is made without issues. Please tell us sir, is there anything we should be worried about when entering this universe?"

"Well as far as we can tell nothing really populates this area, we've sent several teams out they all came back reporting to have found nothing but more empty rooms with more hallways leading even farther out. Now just because this place is empty doesn't mean it's not dangerous. From what we've seen there are some areas that have dangerously low hume levels so we've already putting a request to have some Scranton Reality Anchors delivered so we can place them in the areas with low hume levels to get things more stable. With any luck we'll be able to know how this place works and start moving in further and further."

"Do you currently have any idea of how large this area even is?"

"Well, it's impossible to tell form here, maybe if we broke through the ceilings, we could see some sky and then send a drone up to get a birds view form there. But until then we just have to keep sending exploration teams and hope to find an exit somewhere. Though if I had to guess it's probably almost as large as an entire hotel."

"And you're sure about this?"

"Well unfortunately we don't really know anything about this world. For all we know this place could expand as large as the surface of planet earth, it could even go on forever. We currently just don't have the information to-" Suddenly everyone stopped as they heard a large and distorted sound in the distance. sounding a lot like a scream form a recording but its heavily distorted making it sound extremely baggy and weird.

"What was that?"

"Uh, hold on one second. Hey West Guard come in, you read me?"

"We read you, boss; you heard that thing too?"

"Sure did, was it coming down your end?"

"Yeah, down one of the halls looking down it right now but I don't see anything. We took safety's off just in case though, don't wanna be blindsided by anything."

"Okay good, keep us posted if anything changes."

"Oh, so we're good?"

"Yes, for now, at least, as I was saying we don't have the information to confirm anything. It's even the reason you and me are wearing this protective gear right now. But it shouldn't take any longer than a week to confirm whether this place is safe or not and even if it's dangerous an additional week to make it safe for more Foundation staff."

"Ah, well thank you for your time and dedication sir."

"Uh, of course be safe now." The reporter then walked forward while the cameraman started walking backwards to keep her in the shot.

"You heard it here first folks. Most of you will only have to wait two weeks at most in order to get to see the amazing display of Universe-Ω-197! Administrative staff are impressed with the space they are seeing and want to use this area as a storage area for excessive resources and quite possibly living space for Foundation staff. Though this is only the beginning to unraveling the potential and strange secrets of this universe as you can see especially with that strange noise. What was that noise? Was it a life form we have yet to document? Are their people or a soon to be discovered species of interest out there? Please stay with us as we attempt to find out these questions and bring them too you live, here on Beyond the Veil! Until then, keep it working!" The reporter then again waved her hand over her neck and the camera man turned off his camera as their segment was done.

"Alright we're good right? Good, let's get out of here and get decontaminated because I really didn't like the sound of whatever the hell that creature was."

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Calling all computer science/programming blogs!

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I have been getting dms of people wanting to follow other blogs like mine where I post my progress with programming / experimenting with different programming languages / tips and tricks / resources etc but they can't find them easily soooo I am making a post to reach the blogs these people want to find!

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programming a language

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I just want this to reach as many people so our lil community within Tumblr can grow! Have a lovely day!

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#4

Python Official Roadmap | Resource ♛

* means extras you could learn to enhance yourself

The intent of this guide is to give you an idea about the Python ecosystem and to help guide your learning if you are confused.

Also, please note that the list below is exhaustive, and the items are listed in no particular order. You don't need to learn everything listed in the picture, however, knowing what you don't know is as important as knowing things.

Link to the official site: Python Developer Roadmap by roadmap

-- > must add, the information is from roadmap.sh, but I just put it together in the image

676 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#3

Python 3 Cheat Sheet | Resource ✎

Link to source: Python 3 Basic Cheat Sheet

1,608 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#2

Build Your Own X | Resource ✿

GitHub is literally the best, what the fuck? ヾ(･ω･*)ﾉ

Anyhoo! This GitHub repository contains a list of tutorials that will guide you to build almost anything in web development using a range of programming language that best suits you!

Let me give you an example:

I click "Game" in the table of contents, it jumps me to the Game section. I wanna use C# so I pick a random C# game tutorial e.g. C#: Learn C# by Building a Simple RPG and it takes me to the site where someone made a whole project page with step-by-step guide to help build that game!

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1,666 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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Link: GitHub - Developer-Y/cs-video-courses: List of Computer Science courses with video lectures

I found this link in a tweet and found the site very helpful! Take full advantage comp sci learners!!!

Have a nice day and happy programming ♥

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#5

Blunt-Forced Drama

It started innocently enough. In May, Potter invited their entire graduating class to a house-warming party at 12 Grimmauld.

Being the gracious guest he was, Draco arrived an hour late with a bottle of wine, two tins of pre-rolls, and a scented candle that claimed to be "woodsy".

Being the highly-distractible, schedule-free dynasty heir he also was, he arrived on a Tuesday evening. Four days after the party.

Potter shrugged and ushered him in, through the house to the patio. The chair cushions smelled like mildew, but neither of them cared. He lit the candle, then lit a joint off the candle by the time Draco realized they were alone, but that was alright. Preferable, even.

Potter was different away from people. Weirder. He was downright funny after half a bottle of wine, and peculiarly sober when he chased it with most of a joint.

"Did you ever wonder if matter stays still, and our consciousness just moves through it like fingers strumming a harp?"

"Stands to reason, Potty."

Draco, on the other hand, was borderline ridiculous, and moderately obsessed with implausible scenarios and how to handle them. When sober, he'd deny having a rampant anxiety disorder.

"What if my face just... fell right off. Right now. What would you do?"

"Suppose I'd pick it up," Potter said, taking a long swig from the bottle. "But I'd probably put it on my face, take a selfie, then wash it off and give it back to you."

Draco mumbled around the filter of a joint he had to look at with one eye to light. "Generous of you."

It became a regularity.

"Did I miss the party?" Draco would ask, libations raised in offering.

"I don't know. Did you?"

"I've never mourned the loss of a social function in my life, Potter."

The patio furniture paint started to flake off sometime in July, but that was alright. Potter left the candle out in the rain, and Draco made a note to himself to replace it with a candle that actually smelled like a thunderstorm.

"What if the stars all collapsed into black holes? Just... boom."

"Even the sun?"

"Well, except the sun."

"Probably wouldn't affect Earth for a few million years. But then you'd be named after nothing."

"True."

Harry extinguished a blunt on his tongue and rubbed the ash against the roof of his mouth.

"Universal ultimate goal..."

"Yeah?"

"...for everybody..."

"Mm hm."

"....is to become who you needed."

Draco's head lolled back over the chair, and he pretended to see the stars through the humid streetlight haze.

"Go on."

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171 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 13:41:53 GMT

#4

Freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!

I know you and @dewitty1 didn't send this for Peculiar Prompts, but hey, it's a wide brush. Random WC: 169

Stick ‘em Up!

Harry’s Polyjuice wavered, scarlet robes peeking through as he followed the hooded figure down the alley.

“Freeze!” His wand was steady, leveled at the man’s back as he turned. “You’re under arrest!”

“Is that so?” a familiar voice drawled. “And what would you be arresting me for?”

The man turned and dropped his hood. Harry gasped. Moonlight shone off platinum hair and cut shadows below high cheekbones. His eyes glittered silver and ethereal in the grimy alley.

“For…” Harry whispered. “For… being so lovely.”

“Oh, really?” Shiny black shoes glinted as he walked toward Harry, nonplussed by an Auror’s wand pointed at his chest. “I’d adore watching you try.”

Mercurial irises swirled in front of him. Harry’s mouth went dry.

There was something he was forgetting. Something important. Something Robards had said, and Ron had yelled.

The man’s thumb ran down the cleft above Harry’s upper lip, and he dropped his wand.

“Mm hm,” the man hummed smugly. “They sent a virgin to arrest a Veela. How terribly ambitious.”

196 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 20:51:45 GMT

#3

Hello lovely!

For the peculiar prompts, I would like to submit:

- sex in the Ford Anglia

- cursed sex toy 😳

I'll see your double-prompt and raise you a combo. Random WC: 213 Random WC: 286 Total WC: 499

Hotrod (NSFW)

“For fuck’s sake. At least wait till we get home.”

“No.”

Draco pulls a glittering glass buttplug out of the bag and holds it up to the light. Sunshine ricochets between streaks of shimmering gold and silver that twist up from the hooked base, through the narrow neck, and spiral in a double-helix into the bulbous head. Harry squints at it and decides it looks like a warped stained glass dong.

“We’ll be at the Burrow in ten minutes.”

Draco shrugs, unbuttons, unzips, and shoves his trousers to his knees in one fell swoop. He’s already hard, and Harry tightens his grip on the steeringwheel to keep his hands from wandering.

“You’re not seriously going to put that in now.” Harry swerves a bit to hit a pothole in the dirt road for emphasis.

“It might make your driving downright exciting.” Draco rolls onto one hip on the seat and reaches behind him with the plug and a whispered lubrication spell.

Grey eyes fix on Harry’s and he watches Draco’s pupils dilate, his lips part, and his breathing catch. He knows that look. That docile, vacant expression.

Harry licks his lips. “Good?”

Draco nods several times before whispering. “Yeah.”

Draco wraps slick fingers around his cock, and Harry tries to ignore how tight his jeans are getting.

“What does it do?”

Draco’s eyes drift shut as his fist moves over his cock. “Hm? Oh. Something about ‘making you scream’, but I don’t-”

A shrill emergency siren blares to life inside the car, and Harry slams on the brakes. A tan plume of dirt follows the skidding tires as he slaps his hands over his ears.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“WHAT?!”

“IS THAT COMING FROM YOUR ARSE?!”

“WHAT?!”

“TAKE IT OUT!” Harry mimics pulling the plug out, and Draco shakes his head, bewildered.

“For fuck’s sake.”

Harry unbuckles and reaches across Draco’s hip to roll his baffled arse over. His hand brushes Draco’s cock, and there’s a blip in the fucking klaxon. “No…”

Harry wraps his hand around Draco’s cock, and the siren dampens to a stifled whine. Still obnoxious as all hell. Draco pulls his fingers out of his ears, one of them gives a wet pop and leaves lube in an ear.

“Take that goddamn thing out.”

Draco reaches behind himself and winces. “It’s stuck.”

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201 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 13:56:23 GMT

#2

Ursa Major

Prompt: Adoption, from @drarrymicrofic 50 words ---

She’d made everyone else jumpers, but gave Draco a battered Malfoy ring. A tarnished, scratched silver M, with a cracked fire opal on one side, and missing stone like a gutted eye socket on the other.

It was fine. She’d never liked him, anyway.

“You’re reading it upside down, luv.”

281 notes • Posted 2021-05-01 02:37:10 GMT

#1

It'll Come Back

Draco's gaze flitted between the sign, "Janus Thickey Memory Ward, Persimmon Suite", and his nameless husband asleep on the small couch across the room. The man's robes were thrown over him in a makeshift red blanket, and his glasses straddled the armrest as if keeping watch on the ceiling.

Draco really ought to ask the man his name. It had been nearly a week. A week of being patiently taught how to operate a shower. How to hold his wand. How to lace the flies of his trousers. Relearning his own name, and listening to the man recite the members of Draco's family.

But the man had never introduced himself. And none of the nurses or healers had greeted the man with anything but "Oh! You're here?" To which the man always replied, "I'm his partner."

If he asked his own husband's name a week into recovery, the healers would assume he was forgetting things he'd relearned. They'd keep him in this shabby bed in this too-bright room for another week.

He sighed and watched his husband sleep. He had a good name, of that Draco was sure. He knew that the man's first name flowed, no hard consonants to stop it as it left his lips. He knew the man's first name started in the back of his open throat, like a moan. He knew the middle of the name pushed forward, round against his tongue like the ring on the man's finger. And he knew the man's name ended in lips pulled tight in a surrender or a smile.

The name didn't sit on the tip of his tongue, but rather filled his entire mouth, even if his mind couldn't quite tease it out.

His husband's last name was the opposite in every way. Draco knew that his last name was a weapon that they both used, but to different ends. He knew, instinctively, that he could spit that name from his lips, snap it off like an icicle, and stab the man with it. He knew that he'd done it often.

The name started on his lips, hard and tight, and his tongue flicked forward in the middle of the name, and the end of it rolled into the back of his mouth like cigar smoke.

The man yawned, rolled onto his back, threw his calves up onto one armrest and plucked his glasses from the other. He stretched, fingers laced behind his head and back arching in a shuddering display that made Draco wet his lips and gather the blanket over his lap.

"Did you sleep?" The man yawned again and sat up, tossing his robe over an armrest.

Draco wanted to address his husband by name, gave up, nodded, and settled for "Yeah. Some."

"Good." The man picked up a stack of papers from the floor next to the couch. "You get to go home today. The healers signed off on everything overnight."

"Oh," Draco said, watching the man resettle himself in the hard chair next to Draco's bed.

Home sounded lovely. A kitchen. Good, strong tea. A real bath. A bed big enough for the two of them. Weak knees. Sweat.

The man tapped his ring idly against the plastic arm of the chair, and Draco frowned and rubbed his own unadorned finger. They seemed the sort of couple to have put inscriptions on the inside of each other's wedding bands. Perhaps each other's initials, which would prove immensely helpful.

The man turned a page slowly and muttered, "This says we need to schedule a follow-up next week with-"

"Where's my ring?"

The page curled over itself as the man sat frozen. Green eyes rolled up to examine Draco over the rim of the man's glasses. Blinked once. Twice. And Draco gulped air and examined his hands in his lap.

"... with the memory loss team. Or sooner, if need be." He let out a long breath and leaned back in the chair, eyes scanning over seemingly endless paperwork. "I think we're good to leave, then."

Expectation fluttered nervous feathers inside Draco's chest. "Good," he managed to whisper.

Draco's lips curled in a quiet smile. Maybe he'd remember his husband's name in bed; shouted to the ceiling or muffled against the mattress. Maybe he'd whisper it in the dark in front of a roaring fireplace. Maybe he'd hum it in gratitude around a mouthful of toast and marmalade. Maybe he'd shout it from the front door in the morning with a wave and a kiss.

Draco slid to the side of the bed, and the man helped him to his feet. They let hands and arms linger on each other's waists.

Draco's thumb rubbed a soft circle on the man's lower back. "Do you have my wedding ring?"

"Uhm." There was a new glint in the corners of his eyes, and he avoided Draco's gaze. The man frowned and let his hand slip down Draco's hip, then fall to his own side. "I'm afraid you were never the marrying sort."

749 notes • Posted 2021-08-13 15:15:04 GMT

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SCP#: AGO

Code Name: The Distortion, God of Modern Chaos. 

Object Class: Apollyon/ Prodosa 

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AGO unfortunately cannot be contained as he is both a Black King of the Black Queen's Insurgency and is an all-powerful dimensional hopping Chaos God. Furthermore, despite nature of containing SCP-AGO, the Department of the Impossible has refused to deal with SCP-AGO as even dealing with members of the Black Queens Insurgency has proven near fatal for [data expunged]. Therefore, all plans for containment have been disregarded, SCP-AGO is not to be contained but instead, if the opportunity is ever presented, he must be destroyed. 

Description: SCP-AGO is a member of what some would call "The New Gods" which are Gods that are only 1 to 3 billion years old, quite young for most gods. SCP-AGO typically takes the appearance of a skinny middle-aged man though wearing a business suit with a tie and shiny black shoes. Though he has no hands or head as its all replaced or perhaps covered with constant interference. What appears to cover his hands and head are TV glitches, barcodes, binary, and all sorts of distorted black and white imagery normally seen on glitching screens of devices. 

SCP-AGO is childish in a way that he never takes anything seriously and always acts like he's better than everyone else. SCP-AGO is very destructive but at the same time controlled, only making chaos in small increments. Most Chaos Gods like to spread their influence as far and as wide as possible like a plague but SCP-AGO sticks to making plans. He makes long and complex plans like a domino set knocking each other down until he gets the results he wants. SCP-AGO is equivalent in power to a Level 5 reality bender and is not bound to the Abyss like other Chaos gods. So why he even does elaborate planning in the first place is as unknown as it is frustrating. 

Because SCP-AGO is of the same power of a Level 5 Reality Bender he can exist in any timeline, any dimension, any reality, at any plane of existence he wants with no limitations. He can also manifest and alter things however he desires with barely anything to stop him. Though even with his power he prefers to stick to the shadows as he is not as strong as a majority of the Chaos gods. It is believed that this was also the reasoning behind one of his major plots. 

Foundation agents within the Wanderer's Library found a book that described the origin of SCP-AGO as well as him creating his own children. It states that in a ploy to get stronger he cut himself in two and cut this second half into a thousand pieces. He then scattered these pieces through space and time to spread his influence as far as possible. It's said he turned these pieces into God Eggs, and they will transform into newly born gods once the right conditions are met. Once they grow powerful enough or reach their limit, he'll devour them all and become even stronger as a result. According to this book SCP-AGO was also one of the gods who created Universe-Ω-197 but nothing is confirmed. 

SCP-AGO was discovered the same time as the rest of the Black Queen's Insurgency back in [data expunged] when they made their debut to the Foundation. Why they did this and didn't attack us at the time was unknown. Like the rest of the Black Queen's Insurgency SCP-AGO has been a massive nuisance to the Foundation ever since. He always pulls off what seems to be pranks at first but turns out to be small pieces of a much larger puzzle. The Department of the Impossible has been dealing with SCP-AGO and the rest of the Black Queen's Insurgency. However, after the [Data Expunged by Order of the O5 Council], they have regulated their contact with the Group of Interest. Still, they are our best shot at defeating SCP-AGO and the rest of Black Queen's Insurgency because if they can't then all hope is lost.

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