#only slightly scp

[rottingraisins]

Dr clefs bisexual stripper assasin squad

[nmoroder]

some old scpish stuff i found looking thru my art folders. partially reposting from my old dA account which now serves as an archive

[rainbowgod666]

... yeah im downloading this, it IS close to how the SCP multiverse works, but still

Never posted anything worthwhile in Tumblr, but today is the day post this map of the SCP Multiverse I did a couple of months ago.

It burned me out pretty heavily, but it turned out as confusing as I expected.

[testedcatdraws]

Meh slightly SCP related dream (slight body horror warning)

I have a hope to pick with this SCP worker 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

[afklancelot]

still think about how the horny doorknob joke scp got remade for really stupid reasons

[monigote001]

"You're joking."

The man with the third eye blinked, rubbing his temple, unable to fully believe what he'd just heard. She, the young woman with cinnamon skin, who didn’t know what a toaster was, or worse, what a fork was, had confessed her love to him without any decorum in his office.

Their conversations had been nothing but nonsense. He loved listening to the ramblings of someone who seemed to have just discovered the world outside the forest she came from. He also enjoyed telling her lies about how things worked, mixing fantasy with a slightly distorted reality to make it more entertaining. But he didn’t love her as such.

"Alex, dear, could ya repeat that nonsense?"

"I love you."

"Damn, I heard right then."

He laughed, stroking the beard on his face while trying to swallow the cinnamon roll. He took a moment to grab his coffee cup before waiting for another word—lament, anger, insistence—but he neither heard nor saw anything more. The young woman just settled into the chair on the other side of the desk and continued reading. He scratched his head, putting his hat back on.

"Sweetheart, are ya really plannin' to throw that into our conversation and pretend it didn’t happen? I—"

"I'm not pretending."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not pretending; I just wanted to tell you."

"Why? Were ya expectin' rejection?"

"I wasn’t expecting anything."

Her words left him bewildered. He looked at her, trying to understand what sort of joke she might be making, but her face showed nothing but raw neutrality. He let a few minutes pass, taking long sips of his coffee, feeling slightly uncomfortable with what she was—or wasn’t—expressing. Sometimes she raised her voice to comment on parts of the book she liked or wanted to highlight. He just went along with it, not understanding what the atmosphere was forming.

He didn’t understand what was happening. Time slipped by as if nothing, almost an hour had passed as usual, his fingers typing on the monitor screen and erasing, unable to focus his mind on what was happening. Was it possible? Was it genuine that she wasn’t seeking any reaction in return? Even when he laughed in her face, there wasn’t even a twitch in those dead points that were her eyes. He shook his hair, sweat accumulating on his forehead—was the air conditioning on? He ground his teeth, almost getting fed up with this disconcerting act. He couldn’t even fake a laugh or a joke; nothing came to his mind other than wanting to question her intentions further.

He finished his coffee, now cold, in one last gulp before catching her attention with a slight tap as he set the cup down.

"Is something wrong?"

"What are you going to do now?"

"Do with what?"

"Are ya gonna pretend this didn’t happen? 'Oh, my crush rejected me, so I’ll act like it didn’t happen to get their attention!' Dear, those tricks don’t work like in yer teenage fantasy romance novels. We are adults, in the real world, in a real place, livin' almost unreal things. I don’t know what ya want from me; I can’t offer ya a love story to fantasize about. Maybe some other researcher is that naive, but don’t waste yer time here."

He clicked his tongue, a condescending smile on his face, finally expecting some reaction from her, but, as at the beginning, he received nothing. In fact, the girl seemed somewhat lost; she took her time to mark the page of the chapter she had stopped at, closing and caressing the texture of the title that slightly protruded from the hardcover just for the pleasure of the texture. She delicately placed it on the desk, which seemed disorganized in a pattern only the blonde man could understand. After that, she parted her lips to satisfy his need for a response.

"I don’t know what you’re assuming with that; I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me with that example. I don’t expect anything."

"Then why did ya confess?"

"Because I wanted to."

They just stared at each other for a few minutes, trying to decipher what the other was trying to say without words.

"Why would I want something from you? I already have the company you provide, and that’s something I never asked for. You gave it to me, and that’s why I wanted to share what I feel with you. It’s not an exchange."

It was something so simple and common, yet still difficult to process. Something as complex as a relationship, a human connection reduced to something so small. But then he remembered she wasn’t human.

He settled into his seat, lowering his hat as an alarm went off. Their time was up.

"Then, can I come back tomorrow?"

"... Feel free to do so."

And with a grimace that sought to imitate a smile, the girl disappeared through the door, leaving the book behind.

[scp-researcher-slenderman]

...I mildly regret transferring from 096 to research this.

Do you even slend bro

Do you mean physically?

If so, I do not, in fact, resemble Slenderman.

If you mean slend as a verb... elaborate please?

[circeyoru]

I have a question about your AU for the mana thing with SCP vibes. If you can answer them without spoiling.

Where is Jin-Ho and Jin-Chul? Are they died or still around but not caught?

Have a good day

This is for {The Only Reason}, check MASTERLIST for the work

Wow. First ask for this series I think. I guess this does have a bit of a SCP vibe when you think about it. I do welcome questions and ideas for stories, so go ahead with them!

Anyways, back to your questions.

Jinho and Jinchul are still alive and kicking, not forced to stay in the facility.

I'll start with Jinho cause he's easier. He is a D-Rank Hunter, so his chances of <Outrage> are slim to none, the same goes for B-Rank and below. A-Ranks are in a unique situation, but more on that when we talk about Jinchul.

Now as for Jinho's relationship with Jinwoo. They still know each other. Their relationship only got cut off before Jinwoo went to have his rank re-evaluated. It's different in this AU cause Jinwoo cuts him off due to not wanting the EMI finding out another weakness to use as leverage against him when the time came.

Jinho watched from the sidelines and was one of the people who objected to Jinwoo being taken into the facility. He was forcefully knocked unconscious when a scene was made, but that was already a good outcome considering some where killed on the spot by the Guards in the past and in other countries.

From then on, Jinho actually follows any news of Jinwoo and tried his best to get him out. Of course, he was denied in every sense of the word.

You weren't there when it all happened and only heard it from gossips, couldn't care less was your attitude because you weren't assigned to Jinwoo just yet. When you were and did a background check, you gave Jinho your word that Jinwoo was doing well and warned him against further action to protect himself and his loved ones.

About Jinchul... He was close to being sent to the facility since he was a high-tier A-Rank Hunter and basically the Hunter Association's Chairman's right-hand man. He was protected by Go Gunhee and was given a close surveillance for all his actions only.

Okay. I promised to talk more about the A-Rank Hunter thing. So among A-Ranks, there are high, mid, and low tiers. Low tiers are Hunters like healers that have low or no chance of <Outrage>, mid-tiers are a slightly higher chance, and high is a chance of reaching the S-Rank's possibility of <Outrage>. Still, the mana level is measured and will be acted accordingly. So not all A-Ranks were made to stay in the facility but only to come and be evaluated from period to period to ensure their sanity.

Jinchul is a particular case because of his status and authority. The facility wanted Jinchul to control Gunhee, and both Hunters knew it. If it wasn't obvious, Personnel 001 was the head of that operation. However, this operation was never passed by the other Personnels, so it was technically unauthorized. When you and a few other Personnels caught wind of it, you all banded together to put an end to it. From then on, Personnel 001's place was rocky at best and you were seen as the indirect and new head or the highest authority.

You have a good relationship with Gunhee and Jinchul that a number of leniency was given to them, naturally within restrictions so Personnel 001 couldn't give you a piece of mind for ruining their plans.

[bones4thecats]

How about Aku x eldritch!reader, where Aku pining/daydreaming over them? Thanks in advance, love your writing.

— 👹anon

Finding Aku Pining After Eldritch! Reader

Character: Aku (Samurai Jack) Requester: 👹Anon A/N: This was fun to write, I love writing for an Eldritch-like Reader. Especially when I mix Cryptids with it. And if you know them, comment your favorite Cryptid creature! Have fun reading! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions bodily horror (not that descriptive) ⚠️

Disclaimer: The Reader is based on the Wendigo and SCP-323

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╚═════ Aku ═════════════════════════════════╝

👹 The sound of screams and engines running was all one could hear in Aku City. Criminals ran wild while their overlord, who could care less for anyone's safety, stayed bunched up in his home

👹 You walked around the lair, your elongated arms lightly scraping the ground while the door behind you closed. The guards looked at you as you growled and showed off your teeth, making them shiver and back away from the main door out. A plan being set in your mind

👹 Aku sighed as he awoke, the cracks of his body making the only sound other than the whooshes of the walls of flame. He groaned as he stood and stretched before hearing one of his subordinates call his name

"Lord Aku! Y/N wishes to speak to you!"

👹 His eyes widened while his eyebrow-flames erupted before calming down and launched upwards to see the familiar form of you

👹 Your long and near-pure bone limbs arms dragged against the ground as your tall hind-legs not using much energy to keep your body upwards. Unlike your surrounding soldiers, your high-reaching spine was easily-spotted, much like the other parts of your body

👹 Matching your extremely malnourished bony-form, your deer-like skull face tilted slightly with your large antlers following suite. Aku loved your antlers, they matched his own horns for crying out loud!

👹 Glaring at the other guard in the room, they backed away in fear while you just scoffed and looked back up at the demonic overlord

"...Aku..." You said, your raspy and low voice coming out as you continued. "I found... the location of the... Samurai boy."

👹 Aku looked at you as you spoke, his eyelids halfway down. All the thoughts going through his head was how menacingly-adorable you looked

"Lord... Aku?"

"Hm? Oh, yes! You found the fool?" Aku bounced up, a nervous dark sweat coming down his face.

"Correct."

"Where did you find him?"

"...I was out grabbing... some food to save... Jack was... walking down the street. It seems he was... being chased by some bounty hunters..." You took a deep breath as you continued again. "I tried following him... I lost him in the crowd..."

👹 Aku chuckled and shrunk himself, standing in front of your tall, almost 13-foot frame, and smiled at you. He then raised his clawed hand and pat your skull-snout before lightly booping the pointy hole where your nose would've been

"That's alright, Y/N. I'm sure I can find that foolish Samurai easily. Would you like to watch for him with me?"

"...Sure. I have nothing... else to do..."

[wolveria]

The Anomaly Archives - Reality #007

AU of The Raven's Hymn

Pairing: SCP-1233 x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Possible dubcon, vaginal fingering, moon shenanigans

AO3

A thump landed directly beyond you, so forceful it propelled you forward a few feet, and you landed ungracefully on your side.

Coughing and rolling onto your back, you stared up the suit—or rather, the entity which appeared to be a suit—towering over you like a figment out of the space age. The EMU-type spacesuit was even larger in person, and the SCP took a step toward you, forcing you to scramble backwards to not be stepped on.

“Greetings, old man!” he loudly proclaimed, his voice booming off the pine trees. Several birds were startled from sleep, taking flight into the star-filled sky. “I am Moon Champion, Champion of the Moon, defender of space justice and—”

He peered down at you, cocking his helmet slightly.

“Have you been damaged?”

You winced and shook your head. It was difficult to remember that this SCP had never intentionally harmed anyone before, even if his appearance often caused collateral damage of an impressive proportion.

“I’m fine,” you said, carefully getting to your feet and brushing off the seat of your jeans. “Sorry, you were talking about... defending space, or something?”

“Ah, yes!” He straightened his shoulders and pointed a finger upwards in a vague direction. The sky, probably, though it only looked like it was pointing into the treetops. “I seek aid for my people amongst the fleshy ground dwellers of your world, for I am told you have many resources comprised of confectioneries and custard. I assume you are the President of this planet, and you have come to greet me and pledge your unwavering fealty to the cause of slaying every Moon Monster until they are wiped from the face of the Moon!”

Christ, did the guy even breathe?... All right, considering he flew through space, probably not.

From what the Foundation had gathered, this was generally how SCP-1233’s exploits went. He rocketed to the ground and hit with meteoric impact, proceeded to the nearest small town, and attempted to recruit humans for his... moon wars.

And here you were, the unlucky level 2 assistant researcher who had found him first. You weren’t normally cleared for field work, but the SCP had landed not far from Site-20, and you’d been rushed into a van and ordered to change into civilian hiking gear. It certainly blended in better than your typical lab coat and slacks.

You had to navigate this carefully. SCP-1233’s last visit to Earth on October 5th, 2017, had ended in disaster. Landing near Hereford, England, the entity had stumbled onto the one unfortunate person who had sarcastically agreed to aid him to fight moon monsters. The entity had grabbed the man and launched into the atmosphere at a lethal velocity.

The body was never recovered.

“Uh.” You fidgeted with the hem of your plaid button-up. “I am the President, yes.”

Now you were locked in. You couldn’t call for backup, because 1233 wouldn’t want to talk to anyone else unless he was sure you wouldn’t help him. And there was no guarantee you could turn his attention onto another agent without an innocent bystander getting involved. The Foundation would suppress media and official channels to keep them away from the landing site, but there was no guarantee a few curious hikers or townsfolk wouldn’t slip through.

The helmet once again went at a tilt. An uncomfortable length of silence followed.

“No. You’re not.”

Shit. SCP-1233 had never called out anyone for lying to him before. He’d always believed everyone he met with a naiveté bordering on gullible. Shit, shit.

He took a step, then another, and you mirrored his movements until you were backed up into a tree, the wide trunk barring a quick escape.

It really was hard to tell how large those EMU suits were until one was looming over you from inches away.

This is it. I’m going to be 1233’s first murder victim, and they’re going to find what’s left of my corpse sprayed all over the trees—

The suit stepped back, put his hands on his hips, and laughed.

You stared.

“Apologies, I did not recognize you at first!” He lowered his hands and then proceeded to rest one on his stomach, as if amused by the spectacle. “Please, you must forgive me. I have never met one of your kind before, though I have heard tales of the prowess of the Earth Guardians.”

You swallowed. A point of tension started between your brows that was certain to turn into a headache soon.

“You mean... the Foundation?”

All he had was a smooth helmet shield, but somehow, he managed to give the impression of frowning.

“Nonsense. You are an Earth Guardian, Guardian of the Earth! Much as I protect my people, you protect yours—Oh!” He leaned closer, as if sharing a secret. “Is this ‘Foundation’ of yours a code name? A sharp little moniker? That’s quite clever. You can never be too careful; I am sure you have no shortage of enemies on your world.”

“Uh-huh...”

He straightened upright, and then did something even more alarming. He dropped to one knee and held out his hand in a supplicating gesture.

“Allow me the honor of bestowing a kiss to your personage, Earth Guardian.”

“My... personage?”

A kiss?

“Yes, yes, your—” He indicated with his hand, and then you realized, no, he was referring to his hand by flopping it around.

You eyed his reflective visor, recalling tales of all the various foods and drinks that had been smashed into the round surface.

“All right,” you said with strained acceptance, “be gentle.”

Extending your hand, you held the other to your chest, preparing for him to propel your hand at his face with a speed that would break every bone.

But instead, he said, “Of course,” and took your fingers with surprising gentleness. He pressed the back of your hand against the smooth glass, the surface pleasantly warm. Alive.

“Oh.”

The word left him with a hint of surprise, or perhaps awe. You never found out which.

He was on his feet, and then you were against the tree, the bulk of his suit dwarfing you and blocking all chance of escape.

Your heart leapt in your chest, and you barely remained on your feet, terror seizing you in its grip as you struggled to think. This wasn’t right. Something was wrong with the SCP; he was acting outside normal parameters��

“I see,” he said softly, his large, gloved hand stroking your hair. “They did not prepare me for this.”

“Wh-what?”

His other gloved hand explored your side, resting on your hip and covering most of it.

“To encounter one such as you.”

Confusion eclipsed some of your fear. What was he talking about? 1233 was making even less sense than what the reports had stated. Aside from the man in Hereford, you couldn’t recall if he’d touched anyone, and as soon as he had, his demeanor had immediately pivoted—

Your shirt was lifted, exposing your bare stomach and chest to the chilly night air.

“Hey! What the fuck—”

A gloved hand went over your mouth, stifling your indignation. His other explored up your stomach, padded fingers tracing up your sensitive skin, and he palmed your breasts through your bra. The motions were curious rather than cruel, but you still struggled against his hold. He was impossible to move and didn’t seem to notice your efforts.

“Shhh,” he gently hushed you. The pads of his gloved fingers were soft, comfortable and warm, and with a single stroke of them your nipples tightened.

It shouldn’t have been possible. 1233 hadn’t shown any kind of interest in humans beyond recruitment, and the occasional attempt to buy puppies, but this was bizarre. You might have been more afraid if you weren’t so disoriented. Without meaning to, you relaxed in his grip, your skin growing hot as he continued to touch you, almost massage you.

“There.” The voice from the helmet intercom was soothing, and there was something else underneath. Interest. “I would never harm you.”

The entity let go of your breast, gave a thoughtful hum, and reached for your jeans. He popped open the top button and slid down the zipper before you could try to bat him away. It didn’t do any good. It was like trying to slap away a steel girder, and your muffled shouts under his hand grew more urgent.

“Yes, yes, I know, I’m eager too.”

No, you idiot! you tried to shout, but it came out as more frantic noises.

“But I must take my time, you are too delicate. Too soft and… and easily torn to pieces. I won’t do that, no, not again.”

1233 pulled the borrowed jeans down your thighs, taking the underwear along with it. You still weren’t as afraid as you should be, some part of you understood that the anomaly wasn’t trying to hurt or scare you, but frustration and embarrassment still pricked at the corners of your eyes. They burned hotter when the entity squeezed his gloved fingers between your clenched thighs, and you groaned when he pressed against your clit.

You tried to push his arm away, but it was as successful as the other times. He didn’t seem to notice as he explored the space between your legs, alternating between prodding against your entrance and teasing your clit.

It was… nice, really nice, and he was so gentle. It was still bizarre and strange and not at all sanitary—who knew what kind of anomalous pathogens you were being exposed to—but… you couldn’t remember anyone touching you like this before.

Closing your eyes, you relaxed despite the warning bells still ringing loudly in your skull. Your thighs loosened around his hand and your lips parted, jaw going slack. Pressure was slowly building in your gut, and you started to care less and less that you were exposed in the middle of the forest.

The anomaly gave another hum, this one with a tinge of heat as he sensed the change in your rigid stance. One finger pushed into your mouth, the strange soft digit warm against your tongue. You closed your lips around him and sucked without thinking, and he groaned, the intercom crackling.

His other finger explored your slick cunt, but his impatience was clear as he pushed against your entrance. The glove made the finger thicker, or maybe the glove was his finger, but you were slick enough now that he pushed inside without pain. When he tried to push in two, you tensed and whined. It was supposed to be in protest, but it came out as a pitiful plea.

SCP-1233 removed his fingers from your mouth and between your legs. The shock of emptiness left you out of breath and unable to speak. You felt like a mess and probably looked like it too, drool on your chin and slick on your thighs.

You made some kind of small, disjointed nose when 1233 bent down and grabbed one of your feet, and then the other, pulling off your boots with lackluster coordination, but at least he didn’t rip anything. He tugged off your jeans next, and while he was bent over, picked you up and braced you over one shoulder.

It wasn’t the most comfortable thing, and you craned your neck to avoid headbutting the life support system on his back.

“What... are you doing?” you wheezed, the cusp of his shoulder pad digging into your stomach.

“Just a moment, starlight.”

The pet name caught you by surprise, and then gravity shifted beneath you as 1233 pulled you down, holding you by the ass in front of his torso. You yelped and held on as he tipped backwards. You thought you were both going to fall, but he simply laid down on a patch of pine needles as if landing right on his pack didn’t hurt.

Your landing was much softer, and you braced your hands against the panel on his chest so you wouldn’t smack into it. You faintly remembered from your rushed briefing that it was called a Display and Control Module, though it was doubtful it actually was one.

“Is this better?” Some of his jovial tone returned, though that strange, intense curiosity was still there.

“No!” you squeaked, some of your dignity and common sense returning. “None of this makes sense! None of it is—”

1233 slipped his fingers under your hips and pressed his index lengthwise against your clit. And then he grabbed you by the hip with his other hand and moved your body, forcing you to grind against his hand.

Your reservations fled without even an embarrassed goodbye. All you could focus on was the soft heat radiating from his gloves, and within seconds you were moving your hips on your own, chasing your pleasure with shaky movements and a burning face.

You really, really hoped none of your coworkers found you. Amnestics would be the best you could hope for if you were caught like this, literally rubbing off on an SCP you were supposed to temporarily contain.

You had, in a way. Or more accurately, he had contained you.

“Mmm, you are good,” he crooned. “Very good. My starlight.”

You flushed at the name and the praise, throbbing at the attention. Perhaps he sensed it, because he lifted your hips up just far enough to push one finger inside you. It felt even better from this position, and when he tried to work a second in you, you didn’t balk.

You braced your hands against the control module and lifted yourself up, and then slid down on both fingers. The stretch was almost unbearable, but you took it eagerly, clenching around him as if you could take more.

The noise he made was something almost like a purr.

“Perhaps next time, you can take more of me.”

You whined at the promise of it.

The entity curled his fingers with one hand and guided your movements with the other, helping you ride him at a growing pace. His digits were so wide they stretched and pressed against places you normally couldn’t reach, and maybe it had been a long time for you, but it felt better than any other time you could remember.

1233 made another dark noise of satisfaction as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. You spasmed as heat flashed up your spine, and you continued to grind against him until the pressure in your gut snapped.

You cried out, bracing against his chest as you rode out your orgasm, your walls clamping around his thick digits.

1233 gave a sound that was definitely not human, his fingers digging into your hip almost hard enough to ache. And then he let you go, petting up your side as he gently pulled out of you.

Losing the strength in your arms, you laid down on his chest, shifting a little so the module wasn’t as uncomfortable.

“Wonderful,” he praised, stroking your back, apparently not minding the sweat that beaded it. “You are wonderful.”

You hid your face in the stiff white material of his suit. He sounded a little bit like his normal gregarious self, though there was a warmth there that was new.

“I’m not sure what happened, but... thank you.”

“Hmm. Yes, I suppose your kind do it differently.”

“What?” You closed your eyes, actually finding the spacesuit comfortable from this position. “Sex?”

He gave a boisterous laugh.

“No! Don’t be silly.”

You opened your eyes and frowned.

“What—”

“Come, it’s time we be off.”

Before you could tell him to wait a damn minute, he lifted you up in one smooth motion and put you on the ground. You tried to cover your nakedness with the hem of your shirt, your socks not adding much protection to your feet.

“Uh, to where? I don’t think—we really shouldn’t be leaving—”

“Of course, we have to go! My people need us.”

He picked up one of your shoes, examined it, and then tossed it over his shoulder. You made a defeated noise as it was lost in the darkness. Thankfully, when he located your jeans and underwear, he handed them to you. The gesture was almost sweet, but it wasn’t much comfort to the growing alarm in your head.

You struggled for excuses as you tugged on your rumpled clothes.

“But I won’t survive in space. I... don’t have a suit.”

He gave a chuckle, as if your concerns about dying in a vacuum or being burnt up in the atmosphere were overblown.

“You let me worry about that.”

He stood over you once you were dressed, placing a warm hand on the back of your neck. The weight did a funny thing to you, made you feel as if your legs would buckle at any moment.

“Do not fret, I will return you to your home once the beasts have been vanquished. After all, I would not take you away from your own obligations, Moon Wife.”

“I—wait, I’m sorry, what—”

“The faster we leave, the faster we will return!”

1233 scooped you up, this time holding you in his arms rather than over his shoulder. It was warm and comfortable, but when the forest began to light up around you as a rumbling noise came from his back, you realized what it meant.

“SCP-1233, don’t! You can’t!”

His tone was warm, fond even.

“What a sweet nickname you’ve picked for me. Do not worry, I told you I wouldn’t make the same mistake! Not after that poor, poor fellow that disintegrated in my hands. Rest easy, my brave little moon sailor.”

The rockets on his pack ignited, burning the pine needles beneath his feet to cinder, and you both flew upwards at a rate that made your stomach clench. You closed your eyes tight, waiting to have every bone in your body broken as your insides turned to mush as he approached escape velocity.

But all that happened was the wind tousled your hair and it grew a bit colder. Even the roar of the… rockets?... sounded somewhat muffled.

“You can open your eyes, starlight. I guarantee this is a view you will not want to miss.”

When you dared to look, your eyes went wide, taking in the receding earth below you. But more importantly, the rounded dome above you, spattered with stars and becoming clearer by the second as you left the lower atmosphere’s light pollution.

Higher and higher you went, the land becoming more akin to a map rather than something that felt real, and in the distance, you could see mountains and valleys and the edge of the ocean bathed in moonlight.

Sparks flickered around you and then ignited into a solid flame, but it didn’t touch you or the SCP, giving you a small protective sphere that was covered in fire.

“I regret the... error on my part regarding the last meatfellow. I had not anticipated how fragile your bulbous organs would be.”

The regret in his voice was real. Perhaps it was that, or maybe it was the stunning view that greeted you once you moved past the last barrier of atmosphere. The Earth curved below your feet like the most beautiful marble, painted and textured with fluffy white clouds and blue waters on one half. The other held glittering jewels in the dark, a testament that mankind did not stop dreaming with the absence of the sun.

Whatever it was, your heart squeezed, and you braced your forehead against the curve of his visor. Each breath you took fogged a small portion of the glass. That little detail cemented in your mind that this was real, and not just a fever dream that was the result of your insane job.

1233 hummed happily and cradled you closer.

“If you find this view delightful, you shall be very pleased to see my home. The Moon Kingdom is not what it once was, but once the beasts are banished, I am sure we can return it to its former splendor.”

You looked up toward your destination, somehow not surprised to see the moon closer. It normally took the SCP nine hours to reach it after visiting Earth, but perhaps he was accelerating to get you there faster. It was hard to deny you were curious where he came from. You would be the first at the Foundation to find out.

You wondered what would happen when your coworkers found your boots, if there would be urban legends of what happened to their owner. With how slowly 1233 had left the atmosphere, it was very likely ARGOS caught your departure. You could only imagine what they would say, and none of it would be as strange as the truth.

Drifting in and out of sleep, it was hard to stay awake in your exhaustion and how comfortable 1233’s arms were. He was quiet, perhaps understanding that “meatfellows” had limited stamina, and you hoped he remembered that humans had to eat and drink occasionally.

“Are we really married?”

Your question drew him out of his silence. He chuckled.

“Of course. What did you think we were doing?”

Honestly, you still weren’t sure.

Not long after, 1233 stirred you from your slumber. The moon was large and bright before you, and the anomaly orbited the satellite, passing into the dark zone. You waited to see where this mysterious kingdom was located, but there was nothing aside from empty craters and dark valleys.

“Hold on to me, starlight.”

Deciding to take his advice, you looped your arms around the circumference of his helmet. He turned toward the dark side of the moon, pitch black without the reflection of the sun, and he rocketed towards it.

You screamed as the black void raced toward you, and then it broke apart into rings of jagged light. You passed through several layers of it, like some kind of hole or portal, and you emerged on the other side. A planet lay before you, seeming to be comprised of actual gems and jewels. It glittered crystalline white with oceans of pink and silver, the ice caps a solid gold.

The inky blackness of space was replaced by pastel swirls and distant glittering stars.

“Oh,” you breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

“Though I am not one of the Moon People, it is my home, and... yours as well, if you wish it.”

You didn’t respond as you leaned your head against his shoulder, but you did smile, and the Moon Champion carried you down to the world that glittered like diamonds.

[trashyswitch]

Day 8: Nuzzles

049 and 999 are allowed to have yet another visit! Not only that, but a new researcher has come to observe the visit this time: Dr. Collingwood. Typical fun ensues between the creatures.

Part 4 of 049 and the ‘Unkillable’ Creature. Part 3

ON TIME, BABY! Hope you all enjoy!

“Hello SCP-049.” Dr. Itkin spoke up on the intercom. 

“Good afternoon, Doctor. Any further report on 999’s health?” 049 asked him. 

“Indeed we do.” Mr. Itkin could be heard shuffling some papers around. “SCP-999 has been doing much better. As a result, your session with 999 will go ahead as planned.” Dr. Itkin told him. 

“Wonderful!” He declared. “I will await his arrival with enthusiasm.” 049 told the doctor. 

“Now, SCP-999 has a new researcher on its case. Her name is Dr. Collingwood, and I’m wondering if you would allow her to observe you with 999.” Dr. Itkin asked him. 

“Her?” 049 asked. 

“Yes, Dr. Collingwood is female.” Dr. Itkin explained. “Is this a problem?” 

“No no no…I have no dissension with female doctors, so long as she has a university diploma.” 049 told them. 

“Here in the SCP Foundation, we make sure every scientist and medical personnel has an up-to-date medical license.” Dr. Itkin reassured him. 

“That’s wonderful to hear.” He said. 

“Alright. Opening the door now.” Dr. Itkin clicked a button on the side, and watched as 999 slithered itself into the room. 

“Hello 999.” 049 declared. 

999 let out many excited gurgling sounds as it bounced and clapped its pseudopods together. It slid itself right up to 049, before stretching itself up and hugging 049 comfortably. The gurgling kept going for a little longer, before 999 let go of him. 

“Are you feeling better now, little one?” 049 asked. 

999 nodded its head eagerly before sliding up to the chest at the right side of the room. 

“Oh, I suppose you found the toy chest?” 049 asked him. 

999 placed its pseudopods on the under crease of the toy chest lid, and tried to push the lid up. But the toy chest lid was heavier than it was expecting. It let out gurgly, grunting noises as it heaved again, and stopped…before heaving and trying to lift it again…But it was just too heavy.  

And the little cherry on the cake…was the moment that 999 slowly turned its ‘head’ towards 049, with the biggest sad look on its face. 

As Dr. Itkin looked down to write the observations, a somewhat surprising sound filled the speaker from the containment cell; 

“Hehehe- Hehehehehe-! Ahahahaha!” 

999’s sad face quickly morphed into a surprised look as it backed up slightly and stared at 049. Wait…Was 049…laughing at me? But…why? Why is he laughing? What did I do to make him laugh? 

“Sohohorry, hahaha! Juhust- just the slohohow look towards mehehehe!” 049 tried to explain. “Yohohou juhust looked- Hahahaha! Soho defeated!” 049 barely got out of his mouth through his laughter. 

999 stared at him, looking almost confused by this point. The poor thing had no idea what was going on, and why 049 was laughing…but a small smile began to fill 999’s face as it finally understood. 

049 was laughing at my little reaction! I made 049 laugh without tickle wrestling him! 

YAY!!! This is HUGE!! 

999 cheered and jumped around like a little ball, looking utterly proud of itself. 

In the observation room, Dr. Collingwood was typing up her observations. “Wow…999 really can change everyone’s mood…” Dr. Collingwood mentioned. 

“Yup…He’s a wonderful specimen.” Dr. Itkin replied. 

In the room, 049 had settled down and pulled out a marble-looking ball. “Now 999: This ball is a little different. One of the doctors gave this to me with the notion that it bounces much, much more than the ball we had last time.” 049 told him. 

999 nodded its head and held up its pseudopods, waiting for 049 to throw it. 

049 bounced the ball on the floor, and watched it bounce up and down, up and down towards 999. And just as 049 explained, the ball bounced around 5 times before it made it to 999. 

Surprised that the ball was bouncing so much, 999 watched the ball the entire time, bouncing itself along with the ball. When the ball went up, 999 would stretch itself up. When the ball dropped to the ground, 999 would shrink down with a little *Splat* sound. Once the ball reached it, 999 grabbed the ball with its body, and gently ‘spat’ it out towards the floor. 

The way 999 ‘threw’ the ball, meant the ball bounced a few inches off the ground about 8 times, before reaching 049. 

“Not bad, 999. Though, I feel like you could bounce it better.” 049 encouraged. 

999 nodded its head and got ready for the ball. When it was ready, 049 threw the ball down, and watched it bounce up and down towards the gelatinous ball. When it got closer to 999, it caught the ball with one of its pseudopods. 

999 held it up in the air…and gave the ball a big throw towards the ground. 

BOING! BOING! 

The ball bounced all over the place! Up, down, and all around! It was like a rubber projectile! 

“Uh oh…” Dr. Collingwood muttered. 

“Get down!” Dr. Itkin said through the intercom. 

“GAH!” 049 jumped behind the bed in an attempt to hide from the small, but quick ball. Seeing the ball moving absolutely everywhere, 999 stretched itself up and attempted to catch the bouncy ball. But to everyone’s surprise, the ball shot straight through 999’s body like a bullet! It shot through from the back to the front, leaving a small hole in 999’s body. 

The ball kept on bouncing around the room, only somewhat lessening its speedy momentum. With 999 being in the middle of the room, the ball shot through the creature 4 more times, leaving more holes in the creature. 

049 was still hiding behind the bed, fearful that the ball would hit him in the face. But right as he peeked up to find where it went, the ball bounced on the wall right above the plague doctor! Sensing how close it was to hitting him, 049 pulled his head back behind the bed with a little whimper. 

Seeing the ball heading towards the creature, 999 put out 3 pseudopods to catch the ball with its pods. This gave the doctors a little bit of hope…Maybe 999 can catch it! 

…Only for the ball to shoot straight through the pseudopods and continue bouncing around wildly. The pseudopods didn’t even slow the ball down! The ball shot through without a second thought, treating the pods like it was just mist. 

Finally, 049 raised his hand up, and managed to catch the ball right as it was heading for the wall. 

“Got it.” 049 declared, looking at the bouncy ball in his gloved hand. 

“Well done, 049!” Dr. Collingwood reacted. 

“Thank you.” 049 said. “I suppose I won this game of trigon?” The plague doctor asked, somewhat playfully. 

The celebration paused for a moment when 049 felt something tackle him down. Recognizing the color of the blob and the gurgling sound, 049 calmed down slightly. “It’s okay now, 999.” 

“999 appears to be scared.” 049 said. 

“Awww…” Dr. Collingwood muttered. 

“He’s nuzzling into my neck a little bit…” 049 admitted, looking down at the creature. 999 rubbed itself further into his neck, nearly engulfing half his neck and shoulder region in its goo. “Are yohou okay, 999?” He asked, petting the creature. “Hohold ohon…” 049 muttered, curling his body in slightly. “Hehehehey!” “What’s he doing, 049?” Dr. Itkin asked on the intercom. 

“Whahahat doho you thihihink?!” 049 reacted. 

“I believe 999’s giving him ticklish nuzzles.” Dr. Collingwood told the doctor. 

“Yeheheah!” 049 yelped suddenly. “W-Wahahait! C-Cahaharefuhuhul!” 049 reacted. 

999’s growing excitement was evident almost right away…Or rather, it was to Dr. Collingwood. 

999’s little teasy gurgles could easily be heard through the speaker. It looked overjoyed to be nuzzling into 049’s neck. How it was able to find his neck was a mystery in and of itself. But regardless, it didn’t seem too difficult to get him giggling again. 

“049?” Dr. Collingwood said through the speaker. 

“Whahahat?” 049 replied. 

“I think it’s trying to apologize to you for scaring you with the ball.” Dr. Collingwood explained. 

049 nodded his head. “Ihihi fihigured as suhuch.” He said. “Nohohot too mahahany tihickles, alrihight?” 049 asked 999. 

999 removed its ‘face’ from 049’s neck, and nodded its ‘head’ in equal understanding. With that decided, 999 continued the nuzzling. However, 049’s laughter seemed to die down a little bit. It was safe to see that 999 was now lessening the tickles as it nuzzled him. 

“Thahat’s behehetter. Thahank you, nihine-nine-nine.” 049 told it. 

999 removed its face from his neck, and planted a little gelatinous peck on 049’s mask. This little peck was small, but still visible enough to the naked eye of the scientists. 

Dr. Itkin widened his eyes. “Did-Did 999 just kiss you?” He asked. 

“...I do believe so…” 049 muttered. 

“Awww! That’s really sweet!” Dr. Collingwood reacted. 

“It…It is…” 049 mumbled. “I’m not sure how I feel about this…” He admitted. “I may have to think about this.” 049 told them. 

“Sounds good. 999, please head to the door, and we will escort you out.” Dr. Itkin said through the intercom. 

And with that, another little ‘playdate’ was over…And 049 was left speechless and surprised by the little extra piece of affection. To say it blew his mind, would be an understatement. It was a sweet gesture, sure, but…Why? And more importantly…

What did he do to earn that kiss? 

[thescaryhyperfem]

New sona. Stupid alien!!!!

Resume:

Name: Xem / Zip / SCP-3214-J

Pronouns: any

From: SCP-321-J (The Awesome Universe)

Gender: alien

Sex: "quem é vc"

Sexuality: No attraction, Yes relationship. (I hope there's a term for this)

Text Transcript:

SCP-3214-J "With the power of PLUR!"

Containment Class: Euclid

Secondary Class: Joke

Risk Class: Caution

Disruption Class: Vlam

Special Containment Procedures:

SCP-3214-J is kept in a bedroom cell in Site-19, as requested by the anomaly. The room must be refilled with 2000s or 'scene' aesthetic related things every month, or the anomaly will start to get less happy over time. The room must be cleaned every day, but nothing in it sha'll be taken from the room besides trash.

Internet access and free roams around the facility are allowed unless unsupervised by a higher up.

Description:

SCP-3214-J is a white, bald and fat humanoid creature with green alien-like antenna on top of it's head. The only faces they make resemble old online memes, such as the troll face. SCP-3214-J seems to take a big interest in old media and memes, and also things that relate to what the anomaly describes as "PLUR" media.

SCP-3214-J is a peaceful creature, as it doesn't show any type of aggression, anger or sadness. who claims to be from SCP-321-J but somehow landed here.

SCP-3214-J's anomalous properties comes in when they physically interact with anybody of any species. The touched person will feel an immediate wave of peace and a calming feeling, and they will forget everything stressful for them for aa certain amount of time, which seems to be controlled by the anomaly.

SCP-3214-J is also able to shoot rainbow lasers out of it's body, causing the shot individual to be stunned, and then happy for a few seconds.

SCP-3214-J is often used as a therapeutic object for other foundation personnel. The anomaly is as helpful as SCP-999 when it comes to free therapy.

SCP-3214-J is capable of speaking every language, including the ones that are no longer spoken and alien speech. The anomaly's accent resembles that of Dr. Gears, but if it was "mixed in a blender".

Addendum 1 (12/11/2015):

SCP-3214-J was found wandering around in Japan, trying to buy candy from a local store. The anomaly was forcefully captured, but people were sad about the foundation's decision.

SCP-3214-J was locked in a cell in Site-##, where multiple tests were made.

Addendum 2 (01/01/2016):

SCP-3214-J breaches containment, releasing multiple rainbow lasers at whoever tries to attack it with a smile on it's face.

SCP-3214-J ran to the O5's council, then begged to be taken to Site-19, while speaking fluent English, shocking the O5.

Addendum 3 (02/01/2016):

SCP-3214-J was relocated to Site-19 at a common cell, where it started to attempt more containment breaches. It was, apparently, trying to get the materials to decorate the wallpapers.

Addendum 4 (12/02/2016):

Its room is decorated. It is happy.

Addendum 5 (13/04/2016):

Tests were made regarding relationships. Any attempts of sexual, romantic or other interactions were met with a big hug, which made people forget what they were doing.

Addendum 5-1:

SCP-3214-J tells the foundation regarding it's orientation. It says, in German, that it doesn't feel attraction but does enjoy relationships of any kind.

Addendum 6 (14/04/2016)

SCP-3214-J starts going by the name of "Xem" and "Zip", and starts using any pronouns.

Addendum 7 (16/04/2024):

haiiiiii intermnet!!?

- Xem, 2024

Addendum 7-1:

Xem was allowed to have internet access.

(the numbers on the image were slightly wrong)

[priestly-prince]

I wanna know about Cult eader John, what's up with him?

So the first thing to note about him, is that he isn't 'possessed' in the same way that other demon hosts are. It's instead a perfect merging of his consciousness with The Unspeakable. It's his own thoughts, his own memories and motivations, his own personality, but with all his inhibitions lowered, his negative traits exaggerated. Only slightly at first, but it deepens over time. His desperate need to be loved becomes a desire to be worshipped and served. His anger, while still quiet and restrained, becomes more volatile and destructive. He's more likely to act out of spite for selfish reasons. He's more likely to indulge in hedonistic activities. As time goes on, he becomes more manipulative, tyrannical and eventually, outright evil.

As for his MO, well. Have you ever read scp 093? You know, where they explore the empty, apocalyptic land on the other side of the mirror, and they learn the backstory of what happened to make everything abandoned, and it turned out that some thing appeared from beyond and pretended to be God, and the people prayed to it and worshipped it and built a religion around it and did increasingly terrible things for it, and in return it granted them a 'gift' which they used to heal and purify themselves, only for everyone to turn into horrific monsters and destroy the world?

That. That's what Unspeakable John is like.

Gary continues running the cult as things are. He just scoops up those who have already been outcast on the fringes of society. But John... He has his sights set on loftier goals. He returns to the church, becoming a priest again, and for a while it all seems normal. He's recovering from his trauma, he's growing as a person. Healthier, stronger, more mentally sound. He seems so enthusiastic, and so much more outspoken and charismatic than he used to be. People are so taken with him. Everyone wants to attend his services, even people from other churches. Even people who don't usually go to church. They just find him so compelling and comforting.

As things go on, he starts to develop something of a messiah complex. He wants to 'save' these people (by whatever twisted standards The Unspeakable considers them saved, at least) but also, naturally, wants them to adore him. Once he has their attention and loyalty, that's when he begins the "miracles". Small at first, he'll have a doctor's visit to check up on him, only to discover that the scar on his knee has disappeared. In fact, his whole knee is completely healed. He can walk unhindered again. He can run, jump and dance. A miracle. He'll then offer similar things to the congregation. Going from small things like removing scars and blemishes, up to healing sickness and wounds. And then eventually, like any good manipulative tyrant, start putting these miracles behind 'paywalls', making more and more extreme demands of his followers to prove their faith and loyalty, until eventually, with them completely at his whim, he sends them to Gary to receive The Unspeakable's gift.

That, of course, being the same gift we're familiar with from chapter 3, with the injection. Some of them go on to become acolytes, whereas the less useful among them are kept as thralls. Anyone who resists are to be used as sacrifices to summon forth more demons. The overall goal is to raise an army ready for the profane sabbath, then the order intends to begin the process that ends the world.

So yeah, that's the general overview for it, ye.

[mushyblushyredhead]

Hello newly acquired mutual :D just came here to ask what other fandoms your in other than Hazbin Hotell(I like Hazbin hotel too lmao) Im just curious lmao :]

Hello there moot bean! :3

I think I answered this a while back but I’ll gladly answer again!

[Slightly updated version]

Fandoms I’m Into and Will Do Art + Fics For:

♡ Spider-Man (Peters 1,2, & 3)

♡ Transformers (Prime, G1, Cyberverse & Knightverse)

♡ Hazbin Hotel

♡ Helluva Boss

♡ SCP Foundation (only with 999)

♡ TMNT 2012

♡ Gravity Falls

♡ Invader Zim

♡ Star Wars: the Clone Wars series

♡ My OCs! (Will introduce them soon)

And that’s about it! As always, I do tk fluff with all these fandoms listed above. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)✨

[leprechaunsthings]

Dr Bright + SCP-963 Rewrite/Rework

Okay so I had a post/debate about what i would rewrite with Bright and SCP-963 and since it’s been a while (a day lol). I thought I would write out a bullet point list of my HC/Personal interpretation and rewrite of these two.

SCP-963 Rewrite

I wanted to start on the 963 first because my ideas for it changed the SCP quite a bit tbh.

SCP-963 regenerates the body of Dr. Bright. The exsnt of damage depends on how fast the the amulet repairs it

If Dr. Brught's body is fully dystroyed it takes about year for Dr. Bright to become operational and 2.5 years to be fully re-constructed.

Bright body is constistanly stuck at the age he became apart of SCP-963 (around 25-30)

Touching SCP-963 makes a mental/phycic link with the person, where Dr. Bright can Proxy through if/when required.

Dr. Bright Rewrite

Security Clearance level: 4

Special Security clerance level: ███████

Posistion: Site director of 17, 19 and 63.

Location: Where ever needed, usually at one site satated above

Education: Bioengenering and Abnormal Genetics

Raised and Educated in the Foundation due to his family having deep in the foundation itself. He is notably loyal to the foundation, however, dispalays an extrame dislike of The Cousel.

He/Him, Gay

Born Agust 12th 1874

Dosen't quite understand Sexuality and Gender, but he has the spirit.

Gambling and weed addict

Mercelously combines 1870's to modern slang

Frequantly baby sat Dr. Gears when Gears was a child

One the few who can call Gears by Charels / Charlie (Bright is basically his older brother / occasonal father figure)

Neglected Middle child

Has some strong ADHD just a really good mask

Will do Almost any dare given to Him

Bit of a prankster (it's harmless he just likes freaking ppl out sometimes)

Is 5'11, insists he is 6'0 to mess with people

Has this one 1870's vintage trench coat he wears all the time

Only flirts with people if flirted with first (probobly gose over his head most of the time tbh)

Anything relating to SCP-590 or SCP-321 is managed and handled by Dr. Bright

Slightly, but not fully, Catholic

Anyways that's my kinda rewrite / HC of Bright. Lmk of you have any ideas or questions :)

Also if you REALLY just don't want to use Dr. Bright as a name you can call him Dr. Burns Just make sure to tag me if you refrance/use him. (I highly dpubt anyone will, but just in case idk)