#scp Sanna

[nxght-shxft]

Can we get a Sanna drawing from you please? She's soooo underrated!

you absolutely can! she deserved so much better </3

[scp-oasis]

ALSO i hate how most of the fandom views sanna as weak because of what the scarlet king did to her like guys that dude's a total asshole

[via-the-ghoul]

Day 4: doomed by the narrative. This one has some writing because it requires me to share my Miss Moon backstory a bit and it’s kind of a work in progress? Anyways, the story and art’s below the cut I wrote this in one sitting. TW for spooky imagery and face distortion in the drawing and themes of murder in the text.

There was nothing she could have done.

Nahash had every bit of knowledge in that library, fake or real, and they said that she was never in any timeline able make it in the long term.

But why was that? All those years before (or after?) when her foolish’s younger brother’s ritual backfired, sending her back here, so far before, and in such a different state, it was her who got her adjusted. Who made her feel like she truely belonged, and wasn’t just some misplaced mortal ascended against her will. She was the brightest pearl, the shiniest jewel, and she did like shiney things.

But she was gone. It wasn’t the first time she was gone, she had been trapped so long in that kingdom, but now, now she was truely gone, disappearing into those grey halls.

She was gone. She was gone.

[Image ID: A crow faced chubby woman with a dark grey torn renaissance era dress looking sadly to the ground, eyes closed. She has tattered crow wings and pearl jewelry. Beside her is a somewhat transparent cubby woman with blue skin and a pale turquoise dress. Her face is covered in red pixels.]

He took her away.

[the-ufos-art-basement]

Worship me.

Sanna in all of her glory.

[luxaaj]

Since the new content is Sanna related, here's a reminder; Do not ship Sanna with the Scarlet King. Feel like that's obvious if you have even a hint of knowledge about The Scarlet King's story, but I'll say it anyway since I've seen it happen.

She's a victim. You're weird if you ship a victim with her abuser. It's canon that SK never had any romantic feelings to her and even if he did it's canon that Sanna did NOT like him. Stop shipping them or making it look like their relationship was anything other than abusive.

[gl1tchedbun]

This was funnier in my head

[montauk-koolaid]

The bitch, she lives.

And she's fucking pissed.

Came back feral and rabid.

And out for revenge.

The King is dead.

And everyone clapped.

[scpwiki-official]

the bride and the ugly ass effigy to her

[indigenous-character-tournament]

Suggestion for the second bracket--either Connor (quarter-Inuit) or Sanna/SCP-1836 (Inuit) from SCP Confinement.

If I do a second bracket I will definitely open a Google Doc page!! I will try not to include any characters from this bracket though!! I will let you all know. It would probably be a bit of a while considering the size of this bracket and that I am a student lmao (I am graduating in the winter though!!)

[pandora-blackstone]

Yes Sanna, we’d love to hear a story!

“Oh my divines, it seems a lot of you would enjoy one! I am completely flattered. I shall tell two stories. Which one should I start with? Well, since they seem to be topic of honor so far. Why not Death themselves first?

I always heard stories about the Brothers, from my mother to Harak. While everyone else was so afraid of them. My mother was not. Indeed, she saw them as savors. The beautiful inevitable end. I never saw her pass. For when I woke up one Sol day, she was gone from her chambers. And she will never return. But her rambles stayed. Always lingering in my mind anytime I shut my eyes. Of the lullabies and tales she told me, this one stood out.

***

‘ ‘ When time was nothing more then a dying maw. And the darkness was forever growing into a long forgotten rotting forest. A spark appeared. This spark held its hand out, offering it to the darkness. They took it. And began to dance. As the pair spun, they began to collide. Fusing. And becoming one. From this, golden eyes opened. A metallic mouth breathed for the first time. Looking forward, backwards, onwards and upwards. He came to find that he was all alone. Everything that could have been seen had already left. Rot was all that was left. A begone art. Indeed, he was the Eldest. For there was nothing else to claim the title.

One NYX night, a dim light arrived to the Eldest. The light flickered silently, week and vulnerable to an ancient rage. He too, was weak to the beauty of the warm light. And so, The Eldest saw fit that he shall protect it. He wrapped his cold, iron hands around the light. As his golden core, softened at the sight of it. The light flickered against his metal skin one last time. She stepped back, before turning into a pupa.

The Eldest was once again alone. Until the darkness sang a choir of four. And from the shadows, came the Middle Brother. His face was silent, but clothed with purr iron and joy. Compared to his Brother, the Middle was in his shadows. But he was mountain like in power. Trillions shall fall to their knees upon the sight of him. But never shall he leave the shadow of the Eldest. He was content with this however.

“Praise be, my brother!” The Middle spoke, with pure jovial.

“Well met, dear brother.” The Eldest replied, with glom but equal joy.

He motioned towards the pupa silently. And the Middle Brother looked at the sight with curiosity. Tilting his head to the side.

“What do you think of it?” The Eldest asked.

“I cannot say,” replied the Middle simply, “what is it?”

“We will find out soon.” He answered.

Then, from the great void, came a soft piano. And from its beginning melody came the Youngest. He held a sliver smile, and a false sense of pride. That would burn for all of time. He wore a dark robe and held a pale face. The Youngest remained far from his fellow brothers. His mind, compared to his brothers, was narrow. Great he was. But forever apart from everything.

“Praise! We are together at long last.” The Youngest spoke.

“Indeed. Praise, my brother.” The Eldest replied, a smile forming on his face at the reunion.

The Youngest still remained apart. But looked up to his brothers with wonder and curiosity. The Eldest, once again, motioned towards the pupa.

“It is beautiful, is it not?” The Eldest asked.

“It is bitter. And unfair. Why must we be so?” His brother answered.

The Eldest didn’t reply. He knew the minds of brothers. And he never learned how to solace it.

The pupa flickered, becoming a fire. A moth emerged from the remains. And looked upon the Eldest with warmth. Before rising above everything. With smoothness and a love stronger than any hatred. She raised her hand. She is a fire. A forge of pure fondness.

The fire looked down at the Brothers for a final time. Before turning and spreading her wings. Turning into a conflagration. That sheltered the remains, kindling it softly. And from a seed, that she once planted a sign of peace, came a trunk. And the antlers of a tree was birthed. Splitting into twain. Two twins were born along with it at the base. One of pure steel, the other with scales and a sliver tongue. Sophia looked upon her brother with logic. While Satan greeted her with delight.

The Divine flew across reality. Giving light to all the newborns. Far from her reaches, from the forgotten depths, the womb of the Eater broke. Spilling out the Demiurge. It scream, crying from memories that were fleeting. Gasping, she looked up. And with her fresh, week eyes, was blinded by creation. An ancient hysteria filled her blood. And her flesh spread like poison.

With this, the Eldest rose. Turning to his brothers. A smile finally fully forming on his cold face.

“Come, dear brothers,” he spoke at last, his shadow covering all of reality. The Moth laughed taking a brush and building 7 layers. The first, a great golden city. With great stairs and walls. The second, a frozen white tundra. Of towering trees. The third, a land of deep tides and floods. With forever flowing waterfalls. The fourth, a hellish wasteland of burning fire. With magma forming giant skyscrapers and cells. And finally, the Sixth and Seventh. A simple forest and garden. But a great palace laid in wait. “It is time.”

Once it was done. The click of heels sounded off. Followed by the hoof clicks of time. A woman and lamb stepped out of the darkness. They bowed to each other. And looked upon the tree with a sense of pride. The lamb looked upon the woman, before diving into the light. And she followed with them.

There is little more to be said. ’ ’

***

It is quite long compared to other bedtime stories, isn’t it? That is my mother for you. I did call them rambles for a reason! Harak never enjoyed this story. He stated it was blasphemy against his family. And his great aunt. Whatever that seemed to mean. I was forbidden to ever retell it again in the Abyss. Although, I am no longer in the Abyss. So I win. I truly enjoyed it whenever my mother told me this story, I pray you all feel the same.

[the-ufos-basement]

Info about My version of the Scarlet King and his kids, plus other info

(Warning, this is my interpretation of the scarlet king and his children and other bits of the lore. If you don't like it don't read it. But other than that, please enjoy if do like reading it.)

- Lets start off with the fact that my version of the Scarlet King does not include the 7 daughters/brides in this, cause no. No incest.

- How my version of SK became who he is, is a lot more.... nuance that the dust and blood lore that is given.

- One of the big difference is The Scarlet King and Sanna's relationship. They were actual lovers and got married before Khahrahk became the Scarlet king.

- Quick fun fact, Khahrahk was suppose to be a fertility god and Sanna... Sanna was a goddess of War and Wisdom in my AU.

- But now how Khahrahk became the Scarlet king was due to the fact that his and Sanna's first child, was still-born. Because of this the other gods blamed him for this fact. It didn't help that Sanna closed herself off from everyone, including Khahrahk.

- This is when one of siblings attacked him and he killed them in self defense. But afterwards he slowly took up the form of the Scarlet king as his anger and hate consumed him.

- By this time Sanna was out of her self imposed isolation and realized that what her husband has done. This started the the war between Sanna and the scarlet king.

- I won't go into details but, no one was the hero in this war, it was war and it was bloody to say the least. It only ended when the Scarlet King was imprisoned by Sanna by the end war.

- Now as for the kids of the Scarlet King, they were created by a ritual that involves the use of SK's essence, as well as Sanna's essence (Yes these are still her kids).

- Speaking of Sanna, she did not like the fact that Khahrahk used her essence in that way. So she decided to fix that.

- Sanna placed a curse on the children of the Scarlet king, that they would not live long (Yeah, like I said, no one was a "hero" in this war). Although some of the kids did survive the effects of the curse.

- The 4th Child, aka 682 or Damaris survived because she's very stubborn and highly adaptable.

- The 3rd child, Juno or the Goddess survived until agent ukulele shot her.

- The 6th child, Antony survived because of his abilities to hide from the curse, making impossible for the curse to find him.

- The 7th child, Dmitri or SCP 999 survived due to him being born of pure hope and life, which the curse decided not to affect him due to this. It was better for 999 to survive instead of ending him.

- The children that are know are from different generations of the ritual. So 682 is from the first generation of rituals while Antony is from the last.

- There is an Outliner and that's Judge, she is foundation made, but is still one of the children of the Scarlet king and Sanna (Supposedly the essence of the first child between Khahrahk and Sanna). She is not affected by the curse due to her enhearten immunity against anomalous effects.

There is so much more to my AU and I will talk more about it and how the Scarlet king left his imprisonment and changed drastically. As well as the eldritch gods that are in this AU (cough lovecraft cough) and much, MUCH more. Anyway if you got questions, please let me know.

[nxght-shxft]

For Monsieur Scarlet King, pardon my potentially personal question, but: Has your Terrifying Grace ever had a nice "date" with your wife Sanna? Like, consuming entire solar systems or destroying planets? You know, things that Gods do.

“She accompanied me on plenty of conquests. Though she seemed terribly… Affected… By the sight of it all. So I stopped taking her with me.”

[scp-oasis]

in my own little canon sanna is literally THE creator of water there would be no water without sanna

we love sanna!!

[via-the-ghoul]

Sanna, the original bride of the Scarlet King

Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight, Now it's time to close your tired eyes…

Sanna was a goddess of an underwater world. She ruled with kindness and fairness to her subjects, and was known for her motherly nature and beauty.

That was until Harak arrived.

Her and her army tried in vain to stop him, but his army was always just a little stronger, a little faster, and he took the world for his empire. Her kingdom in ruins, she was distraught.

While Sanna hated him, she knew there would be no use to fight back. She was not yet desperate enough to attempt that. She, by all accounts, had it pretty easy compared to others. She was still alive, and was not forced out into the battlefield. As much as it hurt, she still wasn’t ready to die trying to fight this man.

But Harak, oh Harak. He needed more, more by his side, more with a reason to stay with him after everything. Like… if he had children.

Harak had his eyes set on Sanna to be the mother.

It hurt, it really did, more than ever, but she still couldn’t fight back. Now, she could feel it, she was pregnant. While never interested in finding a king, she was interested in being a mother. She knew if she died now, these seven children in her would go down with her for her own impatience. She had a plan of escape, however. It would have to wait, however, for the children to be born. She was paranoid the plan would fail. That she would die. She could only pray that if the plan didn’t work, they’d spare her children. Ah, she was praying. Why would a goddess pray? I wonder how desperate she was.

Soon, it came time for her daughters to be born. It was painful, but she hid, not wanting anyone to see, if Harak wished to rip her babies away from her.

(Gonna break narration for a bit: Sanna survives childbirth in this story, for reasons, saying this in advance. Stay with me here, K?)

It was still painful. It hurt so badly. But it was finite. Still bleeding, she hurting, she wrapped the children in blankets, and ran.

The ocean where her home used to be was still there, even if died red with blood and she knew a spot. A spot leading somewhere she could hide. Why didn’t she do this earlier, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps she wasn’t thinking clearly. Oh well, better late than never.

She snuck out of the palace, and starting heading to the ocean.

That was when her luck started to run out.

Naturally, the babies began to cry. The guards, of course, heard. Being caught off guard, they managed to grab the oldest, A’Tivik.

She ran. She was still recovering from the birth, she was in no shape to fight. She just had to pray she could save the remaining 6 children.

During the run, however, the second oldest child, A’Ghor, slipped from her hands into a pit of shadows. She couldn’t afford to try and grab her however, she only had hope the other 5 would be safe. But at least, no other soldier go after the child.

She heard there were people living in the shadows. Perhaps they would find the child.

While she was lost in thought however, a random, fleshy tentacle had popped from the ground.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of the kid. I just need someone of her power.”

And it grabbed the third, A’Distat, right out of her hands, and vanished.

She… wasn’t even sure where to start with that one. But, it seemed to catch the solders off guard enough for her to slip away.

Okay… when she got out, and healed up a bit, she could rescue the other three. But for now, four crying newborns needed help. It hurt, but she had to leave the others behind.

While running, one, singular man in armor approached her.

“Ah, you’re running away from here two?”

She told him she was.

“Oh, good miss Sanna. You probably don’t know me, but I was from your kingdom, you know? I was a nurse then, but well…”

He took off his helmet to reveal the head of a walrus. Then he noticed the, finally beginning to calm down, children.

“Oh, um, this is gonna sound weird, but can I watch one of them? It would keep the King looking, you know? And it’ll take some weight off your-“

Sanna just sighed and handed him the forth child, A’Zieb. The world didn’t want her to leave with all her children, did it? Might as well ensure one of them will end up in good hands. She did tell him that sooner or later, she would come back for the child.

“Oh, um, ok! I’ll do my best, Miss Sanna! It’s the least I can do, since um, you were such a good queen, you know? I swear, I’ll die before the king gets his hands on…”

Sanna told him the kid’s name.

She smiled for what felt like the first time in a while.

“Oh, um, I need to get to some friends, they helped me escape but um, we got separated and uh, they, they can take care of two of, um, the kids. You seem weak, I don’t want to much burden on you.”

She simply rolled her eyes, handed him the two oldest of the remaining children, A’Nuht, and the somehow sleeping A’Tellif. She told him their names, and made him swear on his life he would not give to the king or anyone who would give them to the king.

He put his helmet back on, and they separated.

Now she only had her youngest daughter, the little A’Habbat. No matter, she was close to the ocean now.

She dived in, her legs and tail fusing into a more mermaid-like form. She swam with all her might. Aw, it felt nice to do this again. In the distance, she could make out a walrus with three children wrapped in blankets, held by his mouth.

Soon, she found it.

A portal to the Wanderer’s Libary.

Tired and wet, she entered, almost collapsing.

Nahash soon found the mother and child, and helped her back to health.

She explained the situation as best she could, baby asleep in her arms.

“Well, I have been staying here since… why do you two not stay here? I would like to help.”

Sanna agreed.

The years went by. A’Habbat had grown into a child, curious and wild. She wanted to meet her sisters. Sanna searched and searched but could not find her other children.

Until one day, a bleeding, masked bird lady crawled in, screaming her name.

Sanna had just put A’Habbat, now a child, to bed when it happened. She panicked and ran to the bird lady. She immediately said she was a friend of Demergat, the walrus man she met long ago.

“The King… destroyed shadow world… got shadow daughter… Yaldaboath fell… kid she stole was stolen again… King found us, took the daughters, killed… so many… Lady missing… I barely escaped… don’t have much time left…”

Sanna froze. Harak had the children, had done so much more harm, and this girl, this poor poor girl…

“I’m… sorry… should have found you sooner…”

The poor girl said her final words.

Sanna knew what she had to do. It was crazy, but she was stronger now. She was probably soon about to die. She turned to Nahash, and said if she didn’t return, to take care of Abby.

She soon found herself back at his throne, him staring at her.

“Aw, I knew you would come back to me, my queen. Where are you keeping the seventh girl? I would like to meet her.”

She told him to give her children back. That she was not afraid to fight for them.

“Oh, so it’s like that? Ah, I never took you for the suicidal type. It’s sad that this will end this way.”

And they fought. Sanna was filled with emotion, wanting the life he ripped away back, to finally save those six girls, to avenge the kingdom, the people of it, that bird girl who died in front of her, and the countless other victims he claimed.

She was finally willing to fight, and willing to die, for all of them.

But all that was not enough.

Sanna lost her life that night.

[the-ufos-art-basement]

When you accidentally pass down your resting bitch face trait and intimidating presence trait to your kids. An your ex takes credit (fyi, only half of them are hers).

Cyrus and Salem belong to the marvelous @krvegerr

scp 999 and Russell/rose belong to @scpsitethirtynine

[luxaaj]

DJORICVERSE/SCALET KING COMMUNITYYYTY

DJORIC HAS RISEN !!!!!! WE HAVE CONTENT!!!! OF SANNA TOOO EVERYBODY REJOICE