#euclid is ruined for me

[sleepanonymous]

I just wanna say that watching Mr. Vessel Sleep Token the First lay down in the middle of The Summoning tonight at Red Rocks was the most relatable thing I’ve ever seen him do. The Vessel/Mother Token fued may be over. I haven't decided yet, gonna sleep on it 🫡

[tonguetyd]

If your wings won’t find you heaven, I will bring it down like an ancient bygone

I’ve always liked this line, but hearing it live made it click in a way it hadn’t before

Feels scheduled ahead

When Ves sang this line in Radio City I had the image pop in my head of the scene from It��s A Wonderful Life. “What do you want Mary, you want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and bring it down for you. Say that’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon.”

So another way to look at this line. “If you can’t find your heaven, despite the wings you have, despite the divinity you have been granted, if you just cannot find joy? That’s ok. I’ll bring it down for you. I’ll fight like hell for you. I’ll give you that joy, I’ll sauté those horrors, you postpone that funeral RIGHT now, I am going to find the heaven you deserve.”

I wish I could remember who it was (probably @melit0n ‘s Euclid essay tbh but it may have been someone else) but someone wrote a theory that Euclid is the first song written thru not the character of Vessel’s eyes, but the guy/singer/songwriter/ACTUAL dude on stage Vessel himself. And I thought it was kinda an interesting theory but I think combining that with this idea makes it a little weightier. Because, Vessel the character is very much a part of Vessel the guy by virtue of the fact he embodies the character on stage every night. Just as Vessel the guy is (presumably) in a lot of Vessel the character. They’re the same, he’s not real, hes just some guy, hes acid and alkaline, etc etc.

(Edit I reread my tags, this post from @a-s-levynn is definitely the first time I saw this idea, yes THANK YOU LEV)

So. Point being. If this is Vessel the guy singing to Vessel the character, “despite your wings and all that Sleep has given you, you still cannot find peace. So I will bring it down for you. I will be your mouthpiece, I will write the words and tell your story. And you will find the love you want.”

That’s Ves speaking to himself.

And I think that is incredibly powerful and the most self-romantic thing I have ever heard. I’ll be your my joy and bring you myself heaven and the moon.

.

Recovering from depression and wanting to leave everything behind is a long fucking road. Idk that you ever really stop being on that road. I certainly still feel like I’m on that road even all these years later, but…the biggest thing that keeps you going is for your past self. At least for me anyway. I fight for the little girl that lives in me who thinks she will never be loved and needs to be perfect and ruins everything and is constantly reminded of how unforgiving the world is.

Baby girl, if you can’t find yourself heaven, I will bring it down for you. I’ve got you. I am hugging you so tight and telling you everything will be okay, my love. Look at us now. We’re still here. And we’re just fine. We are doing great. We’re alright and loved. And I will keep fighting like hell for you and to keep you safe and happy.

And so I think this is similar to what Ves is saying to himself. And it makes it that much more of a hopeful song. “Yes, I must be someone new, but moreso…I will keep living.

I will fight, for you.”

The next time you sing that line. Sing it to your younger self. Or to the parts of you that you feel are most difficult to love. Promise to fight for them. Bring down heaven.

And try not to cry

And if YOUR wings won’t find you heaven? I got you, too. ❤️

[sangre-luz]

Hello! It’s me again. I have one more question.

what about their personalities? how different are their personality traits from the original characters? for example in reverse falls, ford was more sadistic, manipulative, calculating, cruel and power hungry. dipper was also more arrogant and calculating, and mabel was unhinged and evil. So what about your characters?

Welllll…. Lets see…

Here’s some more of my Dilation Falls AU, now with a past young Grauntie Mabel and a current Grunkle Dipper + a screenshot edit of the Stan Twins to accompany this and this

Some lore drop on their personalities and the AU itself

In Dilation Falls, our two protagonists, the Stan Twins, are sent up to Oregon in the summer of 2012 after Stanley breaks Stanford’s perpetual motion machine for the science fair project. Instead of kicking Stan out, their father angrily wants to send Stan away for the summer to mull over his actions, but Caryn convinces her husband to send both of them (of course, to hopefully hash out their issues.)

The dynamic between Stan and Ford is immensely broken at this point. Ford is so, so angry at Stan, and Stan can’t help but feel guilty. In his twins eyes, he had broken his trust and ruined his chances of attending his dream school. The two have the same personality in the beginning of the AU from their teen years in the OG show: Ford is smart, responsible, and can be rather serious, but is still immensely interested in the weird and paranormal. Stanley is playful, childish, a jokester, and hopeful.

Their Grauntie Mabel is exactly as you described- unhinged, but a bit calmer as she has smoothed out over the years. She’s still chaotic in nature, but to a lesser degree, and has learned how to use that control over the masses. She’s a perfect scam/con artist, but is still deeply devoted to her family. She and Dipper complement each other well. While Dipper works in the shadows- who I can only describe in this AU as a manipulative force of nature, egotistical, deeply prideful and a bit of a megalomaniac, Mabel works as the face of their Pines business, a cunning businesswoman who isn’t afraid to use her demon to gain control of any situation :^)

Unlike Stan and Ford, I believe Dip and Mabel have a rather strong bond like in the OG series. Even if they are prone to fights and may clash often, they always forgive each other. Family is a very strong theme in the original show and of course, is the main point of this AU as well.

As the story goes on, I think Dipper would entrust Ford with Euclid, his own demon, and Mabel would entrust Stan with Scalene, her demon. It’s this that begins to bring the Stan Twins closer, but it’s also a plot point that separates them further because it’s clear the older twins are showing favorites. As for our demon parents, Euclid is constantly scarring Ford and rebelling against him during possession, while Scalene is more passive after attempting to rebel against Mabel ~30 something years ago. Her personality in this is more akin to the fandoms interpretation of Will Cipher. So, yes, baby Bill will take after his mommas personality more here ;^D

Over time, Ford would become more manipulative just like his Reverse Falls self, since Dipper takes him under his wing and as an unofficial apprentice much earlier on. On the other hand, I think Stanley wouldn’t fundamentally have a huge personality change, but if Dipper is constantly with Ford, then Stan is lonelier, and Mabel would use that opportunity to bond with him and teach him a thing or two, things that the father of the Stan Twins never even bothered to teach them.

Phew that was a LOT XD. I still have a lot of ideas I wanna draw, but this is the gist

Thanks for the ask ! ^^

[bionicle-ramblings]

The people have spoken!

Bionicle SCP AU!!

Big thanks to @chancetimespace for honestly entertaining this idea in the first place because this came out of left field😅

World stuff to get out of the way first:

The SCP here is basically the same as the usual SCP(Secure, Contain, Protect) with the added bonus of keeping the beings in its walls from getting out and disrupting the natural order

This is also something of a humanized au, so please bear with me

The Toa Metru are SCPs, each with their own quirks, as do other SCPs, but that's par for the course with anomalies

Lhikan, Naho, Sidorak, the Toa Mata, and Jaller are all scientists or are at least employees in the facility, with their jobs boiling down to keeping anomalies alive and in the facility. There are other workers, these are just who I thought of first

There is a facility trying to get an anomaly out, one that could possibly cause worldwide damage if set free. The anomaly has other acquaintances and allies, but it and the other facility are planning a breach

Takua/Takanuva is an anomaly

The Piraka are anomalies

There are objects that count as anomalies, namely masks. It is unknown how long these masks were tampering with natural order before their were apprehended

On to some of the SCPs themselves!

Off the bat, we have SCP-8545, Whenua. He appears to be a man in his mid-teenties to early thirties, but really he's been around since the 1200's, or so people think; 1215 was an exact year he mentioned as well as meeting philosophers and claiming they, "ruined a good day, and my lunch." Whenua can be hurt and does not regenerate, but his senses are heightened; he can see in the dark, has some level of echo location, and seems to have some level of X-Ray vision, proven when he stared at an agent and asked when they'd last been to the doctor. His Object Class is Safe and he is allowed to roam freely in the facility. He is also allowed to have belongings such as fossils he's kept with him and anitique books and objects from various points in history, including a draft drawing done by Leonardo DaVinci he claims to have won in a bet

SCP-8604, Onewa, is a mostly normal human being, but he has patches of stone on his body, most notably along his forehead, jaw, cheeks, arms, knuckles, torso, knees, back, legs, and feet. These patches make him nearly impermeable to physical damage and allow him to easily fight and gain the upper hand against other people. Also giving him an advantage, and what also made him difficult to capture, is that he has some level of telepathy, specifically making agents either forget him or ignore him. Upon his capture, he did need to be kept in a room with a two-way mirror; agents dicivered his telepathy is fully effective only when he can see his target and have their full attention on him while he commands them. Because of his telepathy and his subpar cooperation, he is classified as Euclid, only being allowed to roam if he wears a set of goggles that darken his vision and makes seeing others more difficult.

Matau, SCP-8740, also falls under the Euclid class. He is a shapeshifter, able to change his features at will and hold the appearance for as long as he wishes. Containment protocol including having a tracker injected into his body so that he could be found no matter what form he took. His original form appears to be mostly humanoid, only his skin is more reflective and scaley and he never blinks. Containment protocol has included that additions to having what is essentially an adult-sized play area in his area due to his high energy. He is only allowed outside if there is a guaranteed way to bring him back; he has had instances of nearly escaping as he slipped out of a window and formed a set of wings so he could fly.

SCP-8544 is Nuju, a human who agents found living alone with Nokama, another SCP and who was suffering from hypothermia. Nuju himself is immune to the cold and is able to love in firgid temperatures comfortably; he can be burned with heat, but rarely needs such extreme measures to be contained. He also has sharp vision and can read the stars in the sky like books, being an astronomer/astrologist, though this has translated to him being able to predict the future with steady success rates. Agents were surprised to see he had telekinetic powers, but only to the point of lifting and throwing objects and holding doors shut. His Object Class is Euclid due to his practicing using telekinesis to do more advanced things like stop a heart.

As previously mentioned, Nokama, SCP-8737, was found and apprehended with Nuju. She had been experiencing hypothermia due to swimming in a nearby frozen lake. When she recovered, she, at first, spoke to the agents in fluent Russian. When no one understood her, she spoke again in French. She spoke in various languages with perfect fluency, including dead languages such as Mayan and Latin, before finally speaking to the agents in English. When asked when she learned so many languages, she in turn asked why the agents never learned a fraction of the languages. Examination revealed she had a set of gills in her lungs, which allowed her to breathe underwater. Containment protocol is to let her have a pool in her room, as she is more comfortable underwater than above or outside of it. Object Class is Safe.

Vakama, SCP-8601, has been the longest staying anomaly of the SCPs listed. Similar to Nuju, Vakama is immune to heat, though he can be hurt by frigid temperatures. Unlike Nuju, Vakama is far more volatile as in moments of extreme distress or anger, he seems to begin to combust from the inside. When he's stable, he is safe enough to touch for prolonged periods of time, though there have been occasions where his body temperature drops until he has the same body temperature as the average human being. Agents were alerted of his presence by too many coincidences lining up with one another, namely too many premature prescribed burns and demolitions with a bit of jewelry of piece of metal artwork left behind. Vakama was found near an abandoned factory, though agents thought they'd only found a fire. Upon putting out the flame, they found and apprehended Vakama, who would explain he knew they would be in the area and wanted them to find him. They learned that Vakama could see the future, something he has no control over. During these visions, the flame grows and Vakama himself turns invisible. Despite his Euclid Object Class and permission/ability to free roam, Vakama rarely leaves his holding area, only requesting to have metal working materials and a calender

SCP-40581-1 is Takua/Takanuva, the names being used interchangeably as he can switch between two bodies, only able to inhabit one at a time. When in control of one bkdy, the other lays dormant in what appears to be a comatose state. Takua appears to be a small humanoid while Takanuva appears to be a humanoid crystal with a prominent internal glow. When asked, he explained it in a similar way to walking through a door and laying on a couch or bed. Agents have theories on how the anomaly came to be, but have more trouble keeping Takua in one place as he is apt to explore the facility(Object Class: Safe, if not mildly annoying). There have been recorded incidents of the slumbering body of Takanuva twitching and speaking. Takua claims to know nothing of what is said. It is unknown as of yet if damage to one body is carried on to the other

[1heartfanfics]

If any of you have heard the song euclid by sleep token this is a loosely based song fic. I was watching 9-1-1 lonestar when I discovered and became obsessed with this song, and it immediately made me think of Carlos and T.K. You don't need to be familiar with the song but I do recommend listening to it just cause its one of my fave songs and I love it.

TW: mentions of addiction

"T.K, you're gonna be late!" Carlos called from down the hallway as he pulled on his uniform. They were both supposed to be at the work in 45 minutes but T.K. hadn't even gotten out of bed yet.

When he received no response, Carlos walked back to the bedroom to physically haul his fiance out of bed. He found T.K. awake, laying curled up on his side and staring blankly at the wall.

"T.K?" Carlos asked, frowning. Something was wrong.

"Just give me five more minutes," T.K. said quietly, pleading. A single tear slid down his face and onto the mattress.

"Baby... what's going on?" Carlos asked, moving to crouch down next to the bed in front of T.K.

T.K. sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. "I just- I just can't,"

"Okay, that's okay." Carlos nodded, reaching out to cup T.K.'s cheek with his hand. He used his thumb to swipe away the tears.

"I can't stop thinking about it.. feels like it's burning me up from the inside," T.K. cried, curling in on himself even more as his tears started to fall more freely.

'Drugs', Carlos thought, putting the pieces together. T.K. was thinking about using. He'd known that T.K. had been struggling since Sadie had dosed them, but he'd gone to so many meetings and hadn't said anything so Carlos had figured that he was handling it okay. Apparently he hadn't been paying enough attention.

"Well don't keep it inside then, talk to me baby," Carlos said. He stood up from his crouched position and sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through T.K.'s hair.

T.K. took a shaky breath. He'd never talked to Carlos about his addiction, not really. Carlos knew his past, the history, but T.K. had never talked to him about the cravings or any of the other mental struggles that came with being sober.

"It's hard to explain," he started with a sigh.

"Just try, it's okay," Carlos said, smiling reassuringly.

T.K. sighed again, "It feels like... like my addiction, and my past... like it's haunting me."

Carlos didn't understand, but he nodded anyway, encouraging T.K. to keep going.

"Like it's right out there in the hallway watching me, waiting for me to screw up," T.K. feels his face grow warm, flushing red with shame. He should be better than this. "I just feel so heavy-" he breaks off with a sob.

"Oh Tyler... come here baby," Carlos said softly, pulling T.K. into his arms. T.K. fell against Carlos's chest, grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt to keep himself grounded.

Carlos gently rocked them back and forth, one hand tangled in T.K.'s hair, the other wrapped tightly on his waist.

"Shh, shh, shh," Carlos whispered, "I've got you."

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T.K. picked up his phone for the hundredth time that day, contemplating calling his boyfriend. He was struggling today, again, but he didn't want to bother Carlos at work. He still had 5 hours left on his shift.

He wasn't thinking about using exactly, it's not like he was planning out where he could go to get drugs or how he'd hide it from Carlos or anything like that. But he was thinking about drugs. Thinking about how it was only a matter of time before he fucked up.

That's what the universe had been trying to tell him hadn't it?

He'd gotten too comfortable in his sobriety. So Sadie came along to ruin it and remind him that he was an addict. Once an addict, always an addict. It was his fate; a bad day, a relapse, an overdose.

T.K. felt his breathing start to quicken. He suddenly felt like the room was spinning, and suffocatingly hot. It was hard to breath.

This time when he picked up his phone, he did call Carlos. It rang and rang and rang and went to voicemail. T.K. felt like crying. He couldn't do this alone.

"Hi, it's me." T.K. started, his voice sounding shaky and hoarse. "Call me when you get the chance? I-I just.. it feels like the walls are closing in around me and... just call me. Please?"

T.K. hung up, a sob escaping him as his vision blurred and tears started to fall down his cheeks. He couldn't do this...

Then his phone rang.

"C-carlos?" he answered quickly

"Baby? What's going on?" Carlos answered, sounding worried.

T.K. melted at the sound of his voice, his eyes slipping shut in relief. Even just hearing him made everything seem a little bit easier.

"I'm sorry.. I'm just- I'm having a hard time today," T.K. answered, feeling embarrassed all over again for needing Carlos so much.

"Hey, you don't need to be sorry T.K. You can always call me when you need me. Just talk to me, yeah?" Carlos assured him.

T.K. was quiet for a moment, Carlos waiting patiently for him to find the words to explain how he was feeling. "I can't get away from it. It's too much and it never stops," he said after a minute.

"But you have gotten away from it before baby. And I can't imagine how hard this is, having your sobriety taken from you like that, but I know that you'll get through it again. We will get through it," Carlos said.

"How am I supposed to get through it when it's everywhere? When I close my eyes, it's there. When I open them it's like I'm watching my past play out of the ceiling, like a movie that I can't stop from watching," T.K. rambled, silent tears slipping down his cheeks as he spoke.

"I'm sure it will fade with time T.K..." Carlos trails off. Truthfully he doesn't know what to say. "I wish I could take this from you," he said quietly, his heart hurting for his boyfriend.

"No." T.K. said quickly, "Don't say that. I hope to god you never know this feeling Carlos."

"Okay, okay, you're right," Carlos conceded, although he would still take all of T.K.'s pain upon himself if he could. "But I am going to be right by your side through all of this," he added.

T.K. sighed, "I know. You are my solid ground Carlos, I couldn't do this without you."

"But Tyler you are so strong. You've been through so much and yet you're still here, fighting every day and saving other people's lives in the process," Carlos said. He truly was in awe of T.K.'s ability to push through any scenario and come out even stronger on the other side."

Carlos's radio chirped in the background and T.K. knew that meant he had to go.

"I'll be home soon okay? But call again if you need me, I'll answer as soon as I can. I love you," Carlos said quickly before hanging up.

T.K.'s chest felt tight in the absence of Carlos's voice. He set his phone down, forcing himself to take a deep breath. Even if T.K. couldn't reach his sobriety by himself this time, Carlos would be there to help bring it down to him.

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"Hey, it's me. Call me when you have the time please?"

Carlos's heart sunk when he heard the voicemail T.K. had left. He must be having another rough day with his sobriety. Since he had a few moments, Carlos pressed on T.K.'s name to call him back. He waited as it rang, but received no answer. Shit.

'He's probably fine. Maybe he's in the bathroom or something,' Carlos thought. He forced himself to wait a few minutes, leg tapping nervously, before he tried calling again. Still no answer.

That's it. He quickly radioed his team to let them know he was going out patrolling. They didn't need to know that he was planning on patrolling his own home. As he pulled out of the station lot he quickly sent T.K. a text.

'Call me back if you get this please. Just want to make sure you're okay.'

But T.K. still hadn't answered when he pulled up at their loft. He hurried up the stairs and unlocked the door.

"T.K.?" he called into the dark and quiet loft. "Tyler?" he called again, walking through the living room to their bedroom. He'd seen T.K.'s car outside so he had to be here.

But the bedroom was empty too. And so was the bathroom. Carlos was at least grateful that he hadn't found his boyfriend unconscious or harming himself somehow. But his heart was still pounding with worry, T.K.'s vague voicemail echoing in his ears.

The front door opened then.

"Carlos?" T.K.'s voice called out, having seen the cruiser in front of the loft.

"T.K.! Are you okay?" Carlos rushed out to the kitchen to meet his boyfriend, who was wearing shorts and a tank, damp with sweat. He'd gone for a run, that was all. Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm alright," T.K. shrugged, "What are you doing here?"

"I got your voicemail but you didn't answer when I called back. I got worried," Carlos explained.

"Shit, sorry. I went running and didn't take my phone with me. I just had to get out of here," T.K. said, wincing. He realized how worrisome his brief voicemail and then radio silence could have seemed. "I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to worry you," he added.

"It's okay baby, I'm just glad you're okay," Carlos said, reaching out for his boyfriend.

"I'm all sweaty," T.K. warned.

Carlos just shook his head, "I don't care, come here."

So T.K. let Carlos pull him into his arms, holding him tightly. T.K. rested his head on Carlos's shoulder, breathing him in. His run had helped, but this helped even more.

"Are you really okay?" Carlos asked, pulling back slightly.

T.K. hesitated, shrugging again. "I think so? It's just hard when I'm off and you're not. I don't know what to do with myself and I start feeling all couped up."

"I know, I wish I could get my schedule to match up with yours," Carlos nodded. He had tried. He'd talked to his boss, who had been sympathetic, but had still told him that there wasn't much he could do at the moment.

T.K. shook his head, "I know that's out of your control. It's just hard when I'm here with myself. I wish I could just leave this part of me behind," he said, voice shaking slightly with emotion.

"This is just another part of what's made you who you are. We're all shaped by our experiences T.K., good and bad," Carlos said.

"I know, but right now it isn't a past experience cause it's happening again. Because of that bitch my addiction is like 'hey loser, remember me?'" T.K. rarely cursed, but it felt appropriate when talking about this. Sadie had ruined everything he'd worked so hard for.

"I hate her for doing this to you too baby. But you will get through this, I know you will. And I'll be right here by your side the whole time, always. That's all that matters right now," Carlos said, pulling T.K. close to him again, holding him tight. If he could, he would never let him go.

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"Baby? Are you okay?" Carlos asked, having woken up to find T.K. sitting up in bed next to him.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," T.K. said instead of answering his question.

"You didn't, what's going on?" Carlos asked, sitting up as well.

"I'm okay," T.K. said, leaning his head down onto Carlos's shoulder.

"T.K..." Carlos sighed, he thought they'd gotten past this false cover of being okay that T.K. used to hide beneath.

"I really am okay Carlos I promise. I'm just thinking, couldn't sleep," T.K. insisted. Carlos relaxed a little, leaning his head down against T.K.'s. He sounded like he meant it.

"Thinking about what?" Carlos asked, grabbing one of T.K.'s hands in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of T.K.'s hand.

"About my addiction," T.K. shrugged. "About how it's a part of me, like you said. I won't ever be able to get rid of it, but I can own it. It belongs to me and I have control over it," he explained.

"That's a good way of thinking about it," Carlos agreed.

T.K. nodded, "I kind of feel like a new person. Or at least back to being the person I was before this happened."

"That's good," Carlos said, lifting his head up and turning to face T.K. "Hey," he continued quietly. T.K. turned to face Carlos as well. "I am so proud of you," Carlos said, reaching out to hold T.K.'s face in his hands, leaning their foreheads together.

"I couldn't have done it without you," T.K. whispered into the dark of their bedroom.

"You could have, but I'm glad you didn't have to," Carlos whispered back.

They sat there like that for a minute, quietly breathing each other in. Eventually T.K. let Carlos maneuver him until they were both laying down again, legs tangled under the covers, his head on Carlos's chest. Here, in Carlos's arms, he felt safe. And he knew that he truly would be okay.

**Author's note: I realized that this song also would have fit Destiel pretty well but for some reason I've always associated it with T.K.'s addiction so that's how I wrote it. Anyway, hope you liked it. Also some of the working might seem a little weird just cause I was trying to fit the lyrics in.

[phthalology]

Destiny 2: Anima Inquisitione

Throne World frogs were first identified in the Pale Heart approximately three days after the defeat of the Witness. The Hidden surmised the frogs had been brought there by the Lucent Brood, by accident or on purpose. Being an entirely paracausal landscape created by a mixture of Guardians’ memories and the Traveler’s terraforming, and, having existed for such a short time as the Pale Heart had, the definition of invasive species in this situation was unclear. The recommended reaction to the frogs was, therefore, to wait and see how they adapted. A committee was formed to discuss possible future environmental management, including introduction of the frogs’ predators, namely swamp snakes and great horned owls. Ikora had also encouraged the Hidden to tag frogs. 

“There’s one,” said Euclid, pointing down the sand bar. Sand grains clattered off his chassis. Far above, on the top of the sunny cliffs, was the Hunters’ camp and the recreation of the old Tower.

The Hero of the Red War flicked her half-gaze to the rather large frog in the surf. One Ghost darted in the air. 

Old made new made old made new, thought Euclid. The grassy overhang on what had been the Vanguards’ ready room looked now as ancient as the Ishtar Academy. The Tower inside the Pale Heart was different from the ruins of the real old Tower. It even smelled different, all green sap and petrichor. But, the Light considered this version somehow definitive. Odd. Euclid and Kass had seen what that meant for Cayde.

What did it mean for Euclid? 

Euclid and Kass walked with measured paces toward the frog, angling to keep their shadows off it. 

The silence between the two Warlocks was comfortable, but the location was not. Even the beautiful sandbars were uncanny. Euclid reached down and scooped up a handful of sand and salt. The tan grains stood out against his robes and his metal palm. Like many things in this world, the grains of sand were made of memory. They had been formed from pieces of objects, chopped up with the clean butchery so eerily reminiscent of the Witness’ Final Shape. The grains of sand were unusually large, more like pebbles. As he turned them over he could pick out the spines of a War Beast, then stone eyes, then the tines of a Ghost. 

In the final battle, he had watched Kass’ Ghost channel the Light. Ghost had lived and died and lived enough for both Kass and Euclid. What little left of Euclid there was: Yarrow had shrugged her strong arm up under his shoulders in order to keep some important panels from peeling off. Euclid mostly remembered the pain in his head, toward the end, because his Ghost Constant had not been there. 

“I miss the Traveler,” Euclid said, knowing the words were apropos of nothing, old nerves rattling which he’d thought were firmly screwed in. “The old Traveler. But it was never inclined to speak one-on-one, hah.”

Kass matched his tone smoothly, as if they weren’t stalking toward a frog like kittens. “No. But through visions and birds and …”

Ghost flitted into existence at Kass’ shoulder, his eye light dimmed in comparison to the forever-noon false sun. Kass reached out a hand and Ghost cuddled into it with attentive affection.

“And here we are, talking about the Traveler inside it. What — Oof.” Euclid stepped into the waves, splashing, and grabbed the frog. His fingers fit just under its wet limbs. Holding it felt like holding a turtle, except that the antennae buzzed. “What odd gossip. What I mean by missing it is, I hear about that feeling of connection to the Traveler that Cayde had, but it’s alien to me. Cayde said himself he interrupted the grieving process, but, meanwhile, he had proof that the Traveler had loved him.”

“I want that proof, too.” Kass looked down.

“I don’t.” Euclid gestured with the frog. 

Kass raised her chin again. The sunlight caught on a white strip of bark in her striated eye like noon might catch on the blade of her sword.  

“It’s more that I’d like to have experienced it,” Euclid said. “I’d like to have been able to, to tell Taeko about it, hear what irreverent thing she would say. Taeko, she said to me, Cayde might not have been that different from what her fireteammates became. Batteries for the Light. Except on our side.” 

The frog’s legs stoped wiggling. Its antenna drifted, as if it was curious about the differences in the air this high off the ground. 

Kass held both her hands out for the frog so Euclid could fish a band out of a pouch. 

“I know,” Kass said, and asked about Taeko, and they talked happily of her while they clipped the band on and entered its number in the database. The frog pedaled its legs and did not croak or chirp.

Euclid’s thoughts drifted while they worked. He was needed on Venus next; Failsafe had detected oddities among the Vex. Euclid suspected he knew exactly what awaited him there: the unknowable, times and identities repeating, quantum froth bubbling up alongside Warlock egos. But that was next. This, the beach made of jumbled memories and the water clear as stolen crystal — this was now. Kass handed Euclid the frog. 

He put the insect-amphibian down, feeling and hoping for and dismissing the familiarity of having something small by his side, something friendly moving out of the corner of his eye. The frog hopped across the sand toward the land past the sand bars. Euclid wondered, with a warm curiosity, where it would go. 

*

Euclid belongs to @saltineofswing. Happy belated birthday! Yarrow belongs to @darkwingerduck

[sugar-phoenix]

I wrote that one tumblr post

so I've already reblogged the original but now i'm posting it by itself here:

"Euclid! Euclid," Doyle squawked as he spotted the black feline familiar, lazing away in a circle of auburn leaves. "Euclid, there's been an emergency."

"That's Euclid Nathaniel Grey to you, raven," the cat said, eyeing Doyle distastefully. “And don’t bother me, I have more important things to attend to.”

“What, like sleeping? This is serious, Euclid.” Doyle pecked at Euclid’s tail, earning him a hiss. 

“Yes, and I distinctly remember seeing you the last time you said something was serious, and it was because you had a particularly bad piece of fish. You were pestering your witch the whole time, I saw you. Now go bother her instead of me.” Euclid flicked his tail at Doyle, but the raven dodged.

“That’s just the thing, Euclid. My witch is gone.”

“Surely you’re exaggerating. She must’ve dipped out somewhere while you weren’t looking.”

“Euclid, she was taken away. I don’t feel the familiar bond with her anymore, and there were signs of a struggle. In the house. A struggle, Euclid!”

“So what could you possibly want me to do about it? I don’t owe you any favors, and on top of that, I’m just a cat.”

“I want you to tell your witch she’s gone! Surely your witch will be able to do something about it.”

Euclid stared at Doyle for a moment, then flopped back down.

“Euclid! This is actually serious! I’m not lying!”

“I know.”

“Then why aren’t you doing anything about it?”

“Because I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because my witch has disappeared as well.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Then what are you lazing around here for?” Doyle asked. 

“I just told you, Doyle. I’m a cat. I can’t do anything about it. I’ve looked all around for her and I haven’t been able to find her. On top of that, like you said, my bond with her is also weak.”

“So you’ve just given up?” Doyle asked. Euclid flicked his tail, and Doyle could see the look of disgust on his face.

“I haven’t given up. I’m simply waiting for her to come back.”

“That sounds like giving up to me.”

Euclid sat up. “Then what do you propose we do? You’re a raven. I’m a cat. We have absolutely no idea where in the world our witches could be.”

“We’ll go see Ryr. And ask him to tell his warlock.”

“No thanks. You do that, I’m staying here.” Euclid laid back down on the tiles.

“Alright. I will, and when we rescue Morgana and Luella, they’ll know it was I who went to save them, and not you. Perhaps Luella will feed you half your daily ration then.”

Euclid glared at Doyle, his irises turning to slits. “Very well, raven. I’ll go with you.” 

“Good. I knew you’d come to your senses.” Doyle turned towards the gate and hopped along, looking back to check if Euclid was following. And to his relief, he was.

much later on in the story...

"I've found a lead, Euclid." Doyle descended from the smoky skies down into the dank alleyway. "I know who we're talking to next."

"Who?" Euclid asked.

"Felicia Baranov."

"Absolutely not," Euclid said, without missing a beat.

"Euclid, you can't be serious," Doyle said. "I don't care what kind of rivalry you have with this cat, we need to talk to her in order to save our witches."

"I absolutely cannot. See her." Euclid said. His tail thrashed back and forth. "You go and speak to her, and when you get the necessary information simply come back to me and we shall proceed."

"Euclid, she'll tear me to shreds. You can't possibly -- What do you have against her anyway?"

"It's none of your business."

"You like her."

The ensuing hiss that came after that told Doyle he was very much correct.

"You're wrong," Euclid said.

"Euclid, you're a coward of a cat if a crush is stopping you from gaining critical knowledge to save your witch."

They stared at each other, raven and cat, in the dark and dank alleyway of downtown London.

"Fine," Euclid gritted out.

"Don't worry. I'll try not to ruin your chances," Doyle teased.

[sleeptokeninterpretations]

Talking about the trilogy and how "Sundowning" didn't stop after the first album

TW: alzheimers, death, grief It’s no news the albums can be seen as a trilogy, we all know about TNDNBTG and Euclid, there has got to be some kind of connection. Now if we look at the title of album nr.1 “Sundowning” we could look into how this album might describe the journey of someone with Alzheimer’s disease. More specifically I believe the album lets us have a look into the world of someone whose loved one is slowly becoming more and more sick. “And you remember everything until the sun recedes once again” can be taken very literally. Also if we think of Blood Sport, it could definitely imply the speaker trying to hold on to their loved one but failing to do so (“I can’t win”). Now, I don’t necessarily believe the journey stops there. Once again taking album names very literally, “This Place Will Become Your Tomb” might represent the final stages of Alzheimers and eventually the death of the person in question. I won’t go into detail on every song because we’d be here for a while then but just to give a few examples: Fall For Me might describe a stage where the loved one no longer recognises the speaker as a close relative and instead assume they are trying to harm them, so the speaker is just desperately trying to explain how they are still full of the love the loved one wants. Finally Missing Limbs shows the speaker indulging into the world of their loved one after they have passed. Now that they don’t have to actively react to actions of their loved one anymore, they have time to reflect and understand how horrible the last time must have been for them. Lastly we have Take Me Back To Eden as a representation of the speaker slowly getting back to their life as it used to be. “Eden” can here be seen as the state where the speaker wasn’t yet aware of diseases like Alzheimers ruining one’s life, when they still managed to live carelessly. With Euclid lyrically circling back to TNDNBTG we have a final goodbye to their loved one before finally letting go. This is very short now, let me know if you want a detailed explanation for each album, I might consider posting this in three parts then :)

[angelsandemons]

1, 10, 25 :>

1. the character everyone gets wrong

This is a new phenomenon and technically it's two characters, so I'm cheating a bit, but Euclid and Scalene Cipher. I have seen maybe one piece of fan art that is even close to what they'd actually look like. This is petty as hell, of course, and people can draw them however they want, but I'm just irrationally irritated by how many people give these two-dimensional beings features that only make sense in a three-dimensional space.

10. worst part of fanon

"Stanford Pines has NPD"

No, he really doesn't. Look at the criteria. I'll give the "Ford has NPD" crowd Criteria 1 and 2. Criterion 3 is iffy, 4 is pushing it—because as the criteria states, these need to be present in a variety of contexts. Criterion 5 is a no, Criterion 6 is way too circumstantially a yes to be a real yes, Criterion 7 is a no (I will fight people on this, any lack of empathy is either purely circumstantial or possibly related to autism, nothing more), Criterion 8 is a no (any possible evidence of this was directly related to Bill), and Criterion 9 is...iffy. So that means he's got four at most, two of which are iffy, and you need at least five of the nine to qualify for a diagnosis.

The "Stanley has BPD" theory is actually much worse and has even less evidence, but I see it less so I'm still making "Ford has NPD" as the worst.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

OK this one is a little dangerous because I'm pretty sure at least some of my followers vibe with this complaint about Helluva Boss, so like, obligatory disclaimer that I'm not saying you are bad for complaining about this. It just annoys me at this point. And since this is a "choose violence" meme, I'm going to be petty about it.

"The Stolas and Blitzø drama ruined the show"

Listen. I get it, I get that it sucks when the current story arc isn't your cup of tea. But it didn't ruin the show, it is part of the show, it's part of the narrative and has always been. I'm sorry you aren't getting the silly little episodic cartoon it started out as, but sometimes characters grow and change. Deal with it.

[bemytruemuse]

In the existance of the present we experience only in body Yet through the expanse of time we experience in mind and self Unbound and untamed to the ineffable reins of future and fate It is all one can do to decipher the ruins of what was once whole and beautiful.

The following posts contain what I feel to be parallels and references between Sleep Token songs. These are my own personal conclusions and theories of what may be a deeper look into the Sleep Token lore, all of which have yet to be confirmed by the band themselves(as far as I am aware). Feel free to discuss and theorize the subjects of these posts, but please do not take them as confirmed fact of the Sleep Token lore. These posts will be subject to change as updates are made. Worship.

The Night Does Not Belong To God + Missing Limbs + High Water Blood Sport + Euclid DYWTYLM + Rain Say That You Will + The Apparition Vore + Euclid The Apparition + Take Me Back To Eden Descending + Telomeres The Apparition + Give + Take Me Back To Eden Calcutta + Nazareth + The Way That You Were

[cookiecrumbles52]

Welcome to Palace

About the Artist . . .

Name: Madison Riley (aka CookieCrumbles52 or Fale “Fae”)

Current Age: 23

Fav Color: Blue

Fav Food: Pasta 🍝

Current Fav Animal: Siberian Sable

Years of Experience (Art/Writing): 12yrs

Status: "The Grandma Friend" & "Just an Anxious Little Bean"

Main Fandoms:

TMNT, Pokémon, DC Comics, Minecraft, FNaF's, Undertale, Wakfu, Voltron, The Arcana, Zelda BotW/TotK, The Octonauts, Poppy Playtime, Moomin

Current Fav Illustration(s): “ Cult of the Lost ” ( 9hrs 8m ) and “ Fale_Tsuyoshi has joined the game. ” (Over 12hrs, half of the project was lost) “ Assessing the Damage ” ( 8hrs 37min )

Tools of the Trade:

Pencil, Paper, Tablet — Procreate, my brains

Other Interests:

Writing, Video Games, Lore Theories, Cosplay

(Aka a massive nerd)

Want to see more of my works? Here are my socials (I don’t post art on my main account just reblogs)

ASKS ARE OPEN . . .

[ No DM's unless you're a Mutual, please. I've had way too many people follow me just to DM requests for art. I'm not doing any requests or trades (unless stated otherwise), my comms are closed, please don't DM just so I draw something for you. I'm an adult with a very busy life/work schedule, I'll only warn you once. If it keeps up I'll have to block you. ]

—

More interests if you care for my ramblings . . .

(This is the point of no return so if you actually want to get to know me then you gotta commit!!)

Favorite Visual Artists:

flowerygarrland, fdevitart, Lackadaisy, Froustious, Jerome-K-Moore, Don Bluth, Earthsong9405, Neytirix, Sadist Animations. Suzukiwee1357, Richard Chen (Insta), Burrotello, Van Gogh, Hayao Miyazaki, Cartoon Saloon

Favorite Movies:

(All) DragonHeart Movies, (All) TMNT Movies, First Knight, King Arthur, Narnia, (All) Jurassic Movies, Quest for Camelot, Stardust, Ophelia, Oliver & Company, FNaF's, Sahara, The Christmas Dragon, Justin and the Knights of Valour, Monster in Paris, Song of the Sea, (All) Studio Ghibli (Except Grave of the Fireflies . . .😭)

Favorite TV Shows:

TMNT, The Octonauts/Above and Beyond, Moomin, BBC Merlin/Sherlock, HeMan, SheRa, ThunderCats, Rainbow Brite, Voltron, The Gummi Bears, Jane and the Dragon

Anime:

Fairy Tail, BlackButler, Inuyasha, OHSHC, Free: Iwatobi Swim Club, Life of a Househusband, BNHA

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists:

The Oh Hellos, Kalandra, Rag'n'Bone Man, Jason Graves, Cody Fry, Cosmo Sheldrake, CG5, Dzivia, Sail North, Natewantsbattle, PEGGY, Billy Joel, Yaelokre, ABBA, Michael Jackson

Fav Genre of Music:

Singer Songwriter, Musicals, Whimsical Fae Vibes, Folk, Cultural Folk

Favorite Songs: (Changes may very)

"Mother to a Savior and King" - Journey to Bethlehem, "Still" by Hunter Hayes, "Top of the World" by Shawn Mendes, TWRP - "Starlight Brigade", "Harpy Hare" by Yaelokre, "Euclid" by Sleep Spoken, "What Makes Me Tick" by JT Music, “Ruined Lullaby” - CG5, "False Idol" by Ivycomb, Octonauts Theme Song & Creature Report

Fav Musicals:

Anastasia, Wicked, Dear Evan Hansen, School of Rock, Shrek, Alice in Wonderland, Newsies, Phantom of the Opera, The Prince of Egypt, In Strange Woods, EPIC, Jane Eyre, The Lion King

Favorite Books:

The Secret Garden, Treasure Island, Six of Crows, Alice in Wonderland, King Arthur, Beauty & the Beast, Sherlock Holmes, Rise of the Guardians (GoC), Outsiders, Number the Stars, The Hobbit, Narnia

Favorite Writers:

C.S.Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Jane Austen, Frances Hodgson Burnett

Favorite Games:

Jinx & Minx’s Tower, Minecraft, Undertale, FNaF's, Zelda: BotW/ToTK, Prop Hunt, Sims 4, Lay, Mario: Galaxy/Kart/Super Mario Bros, Untitled Goose Game, Animal Crossing, Cult of the Lamb, Harold Halibut

Favorite Gaming Platform:

Nintendo, Steam Powered

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk :)

[ Updated: Sept. 2024 ]

[theteethofgod]

Haiii - top 10 favourite albums??? Bonus points for also giving us your favourite song off each!! ~I’m after new music~

🫡🫡 yes boss.

fair warning: my taste is acquired and inconsistent. i’ll give a few fave tracks to make up for the fact that i can’t be fucked to link to them.

in no particular order:

1) with teeth - nine inch nails

- every day is exactly the same

- right where it belongs (version 2)

- all the love in the world

2) the generation of danger - tallah

- the impressionist

- for the recognition

- of nothing

3) dirt - alice in chains

- down in a hole

- godsmack

- dam that river

4) slipknot - vol.3: the subliminal verses

- the virus of life

- vermillion

- danger - keep away

5) take me back to eden - sleep token

- euclid

- vore

- ascensionism

6) heavy is the crown - hungry lights

- demetrius

- wickerman

- the worst of evils

7) dear rudiff - prilly t

- silver lining

- gutter

- deaf parrot

8) superbuick- mushroomhead

- fear held dear

- idle worship

- never let it go

9) DXXM - scarlxrd

- angels sleep at 4am

- bxiling pxint

- hell is xn earth

10) bleed the future - archspire

- the golden mouth of ruin

- drone corpse aviator

- reverie on the onyx

[kaddyssammlung]

“if my fate is a bad collision”

Sleep Token - Euclid

I was in two car accidents. None of them were my fault. I got rear-ended twice. The funny thing? They both happened in 2019. The last one of them is the one that could have been the end of this incarnation. But it wasn't. I could feel something protect me.

Let's start from the begging.

I was driving home from home from work. There was a construction site on the road. I had to wait for the lights to turn green so I was allowed to go. Welp. I was just waiting there when I suddenly felt something. It was like a soft and gentle breeze. It felt nice. The next second? That horrible noise when metal crashes into metal. It's a horrible noise especially when you sit inside the car.

A car crashed into mine. That dude did not even step on his break. He came driving with 100km/h and ran into my car which was standing there.

You don't really realize what just happened in a moment like that. His car looked more fucked then mine but mine was also ruined. You could barley open a door. I don't have any photos saved. I did not want to. I don't ever want to look at something like this ever again.

The police came and sorted everything. This was one of those rare days where I could not hide any of my BPD symptoms. It was quite funny. The police officer had to hold me back at some point because I got so furious that I was about to hit that dude who ran into me. I still want punch him. I realize this now that I am writing this.

Anyway.

It all took quite some time. My dad came to pick me up because I had no more car.

I was really lucky. I was told a few times that it was a miracle that no one was injured given the states of both of the cars.

That warm gentle breeze? It was a guardian angel.

There are things you just know. You can't explain them and I understand why someone has trouble understanding this.

I just know.

[ask-site-61]

CHARACTERS -

Co-Site Director Benjamin Oliver Walker - Co-Site Director, (Wise-)Bright's Husband, Founder of The Library, Head of Pedology, but most importantly: good boy extraordinaire and D-9341 variant.

Dr. Jack Bright (Wise) - Holy fuck there's so much to say about him. Chaos incarnate.

Assistant Researcher Emily Ross - Died in The 2012 Catastrophe.. wonder how she's back. (SCP-061-ICE)

Pontos Doe - Himbo intern who's into greek mythology.

Dr. Wilhem Cure - Site Head of Medicine… probably the only LITERAL doctor on-site.

Agent Ulgrin - KYS'd after 2012 Catastrophe. Got SCP-061-ICE'd (trust me you'll see what it is in time.)

Researcher Penelope Normelle - Literally the most normal person here.

Site Director Bjärk Jakobssons - Quick to snap, jeez louise. Can teleport and is omnipotent across the Site.

George Olkassen - Class-D. Everyone calls him Georgie though. Cool kid wannabe.

Electra Macbeth - Longest-running Class-D. Seriously. How is she STILL alive.

Cookie - Nickname for one of the trans characters!! :3

Dr. Alto Clef (Wise) - Oh what a fucking asshole. Seriously. Only showing up when it entertains him. Might be fucking Maynard.

Dr. Akihito Saku - The Foundation's lovable "Head of Safe Classed Objects"; always the goofball.

Dr. Hartwell Artz - The Foundation's controversial "Head of Euclid Classed Objects"; he's better safe than sorry.

Dr. Amberlynn Rhodes - Th Foundation's rather enigmatic "Head of Keter Classed Objects"; it purported she's resistant against kill agents. Basically the middle ground of Saku and Artz. Not gonna snap at you for pressing a button, but still takes her work seriously.

Senior Researcher Thomas Rivbacht - Jeez.. uh… well, he doesn't take care of himself.. at all… he really should. He uh.. misses his family and is extremely depressive. Reclusive, too.

Dr. George Maynard - Mastermind of The 2013 Catastrophe. Forgiven, but scrutinized. Pale white skin since The Chaos Insurgency revived him utilizing a spliced variant of SCP-049's Touch.

Dr. Jack Bright (Emo) - I CHIME IN!! HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF.. CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR, NO???

Head Nelson Van Martins - The GOC's Icelandic Head. He lied. He's 16, not 18. Either way, he's here now and ready to stay.

Operative Roxxane Sparkes - Another trnas character!! This one being a member of Site Guard who's easily distracted. ^^

Researcher Carly Rosè Colbert - Espionage for The French Government; truly, The French must be stopped.

Researcher Stella Gospelle - The name says it all; "EVERYBODY LOVES STELLLLAAHHHH!"; drama queen and gossip bitch. She will ruin your life.

Site Head of Ethics, Jessica Parish - One of three. The enigmatic Parish Family. Anyways, besides often being mistaken for a bimbo, she's actually quite fierce and once threatened to rip the throat of Darvann out.

Junior Researcher Alexander Grimmes - "Foundation Head of Neutralized Objects"; but more over, attention-seeking extravagant.

Dr. Michelin Frances - Huh. For "Foundation Head of Thaumiel" objects, he speaks formally, maybe a bit posh, but he isn't god awful!

Dr. Amelia Polynaut - What the fuck is going on with "Foundation Head of Apollyon" objects over here?? Bitch is fucking shattered across time and space, apparently.

Chaos - Agent #080 deployed in Nálægt, Iceland for Site-61 raids. Variant of D-9341. LITERALLY Chaos Incarnate.

Dr. Simon Glass (Wise) - Moral, upright and somewhat skittish. At least his head's in the right place, as is his heart!

Dr. Stelle Shamrock Saraden - A humanoid drone bee! He has trauma to unpack, but first, he has to unpack YOURS! :D

Agent Steve Eastside - of the Eastside channel, probably cool in the head but quick to rage.

Senior Researcher Gemini D. Shirks - or just "Shirks", based off of SCPReadings, though, I suppose I could've also just done Dr. Goods. Either way, very hip! The Researcher all the interns wanna work for since he's just chill like that.

Reseacher James Talloran (Wise) - KILL HIM AG- huh? What. Oh. Oh. Okay. No, no he's fine. Yeah. Uh. 3999's still dead. Thank god for SCP-061-ICE.

Dr. Elias Shaw (Wise) - The Foundation's SCP-963-2.. it worked but.. his mind's being fractured each time he dies.

Dr. Charles Gears (Wise) - Now this is one I haven't actually done. He's monotonous, robotic, downright cold. Anyways, stop observing SCP-914 every waking second of your.. existence? …please?

Dr. Ellis Gill Iceberg (Wise) - Well… at least now he WANTS to be alive… FUCK HE'Z THROWING MOLOTOVS AGAIN

Eve - Yes, as in THE Biblical Eve. She's an MTF Agent now. Who knew she was a bad bitch?

Dr. Agatha Rights (Wise) - Femme fatale… and actually pretty funny. Get past the slut accusations and she's basically an auntie.

Dr. Mary-Ann Walker - Hey! Walker's Aunt— GAH!! WHO'S ALSO SCP-1938-J— MARYNODON'TCLICKTHATKINK GODDAMNIT

Dr. Evans Harper - "You'd better keep your mouth shut, seal yourself lip from lip, else I'll get to cram a mouthful in~!"; loonie. He has flowers growing on him, so pretty, but a loonie.

Agent Convit - STOP FUCKING JACKING OFF IN THE CAFETERIA MAN

General Dravi Kondraki, Junior Researcher Riseo, Dr. Benjamin Kondraki - Are all here too, but I haven't done them yet…

General Patrick Philia - "…ew. Bitch, bitch! DISGUST— DISGUSTING!" (Trust me. No.)

Persons of Interest up for questioning:

Dr. Wondertainment (Wise) - STOP FUCKING TALKING FOR FIVE SECONDS

Liddy Doves, of Doves and Co. Inc. - AND STOP MAKING PRODUCTS THAT MAKE PEOPLE HORNY!!!

Charles Fernando Walker - AND… okay, well, you're fine. You just have to figure out that "Bronze-and-Jade" amulet's SCP-963-3.

SCPs up for questioning:

SCP-999 - The Tickle Monster

SCP-131 - Eyepods

SCP-035 - Possessive Mask

SCP-049 - Plague Doctor

SCP-096 - Shy Guy

SCP-352 - Baba Yaga

SCP-106 - The Old Man

SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile

SCP-079 - Old AI

D-9341 - Respawning Test Subject

SCP-1048 - Builder Bear

THIS LIST IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE. CHECK BACK WHENEVER, THERE WILL BE MORE. :)

[dangerous-disposition]

I'm... So mad at myself for googling that band

The signs were ALL THERE that I was about to stumble into info I didn't want

The band had ZERO BAND INFO on Spotify yet they were a verified artist. They have TWO SINGLES on their Spotify, one released in 2013, the other released this year, and yet they have over 18,000 monthly listeners. The name of the band contains words used in Ascensionism and Euclid, the lyrics SOUND LIKE VESSEL LYRICS but when you FUCKING LOOK AT THE CREDITS IT JUST NAMES THE BAND AS THE WRITER NOT THE NAME OF WHO WROTE IT

THE SIGNS WERE ALL THERE AND I STILL WENT "hurr durr I'm just gonna google this band no way for this to actually ruin anything for me"

[hcmmersnstrings]

SLAY 'EM!

A playlist turned up to 12 in Dakota Love's apartment

Track List under the cut

Low tide by Dakota Love (The Wonder Years)

I’m exploding on re-entry //Scattered wreckage in the sea // Everything’s been gray forever // It’s how it’s always gonna be // I’ve never been more sure of something // I see it clearly in my dreams // I know I’m gonna be the one // The one who ruins everything

2. Kalahari Down by Orville Peck

Said I couldn't stay // But it's different now

3. Put You Through Me by Dakota Love (Arrows in Action)

Don't get too close, there's nothing here to see // If we end up going down this road // You'll end up underneath my feet, eventually // No, you don't wanna love me right now

4. High Definition by Dakota Love (Waterparks)

You're so bad at loving people back

5. Cacao and Cocaine by Sofia Isella

Hand me peace on a plate // I send it back I prefer pain

6. Euclid by Sleep Token

For me // It's still the autumn leaves // These ancient canopies // That we used to lay beneath // No, by now // The night belongs to you // This bough has broken through // I must be someone new