#scp motherfucker

[sophieseals]

I never thought I would see a more disturbing birth scene than Bella in breaking dawn pt 1 but alien Romulus sure as hell topped it

[dino--draws]

God Has My Eyes

One loggerhead shrike must skewer my invertebrate doppelgänger on barbed wire, in a parallel universe. My tongue parallelly bleeds, one small drop, in a mouthful of blood. In tongues all over the world.

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. I'm surprised I got this done as fast as I did tbh but BAM HERE IT IS. I got possessed like two days ago with the dialogue for this and then sat back like "....I could comic it out" and then that won the 'which mini project?' poll so HEREEEE YA GO. Took a grand total of like 9 hours to bang this puppy out. My wrists are so mad right now. A good portion of this dialogue is entirely based on my random thoughts/theories/headcanons yadda yadda. I'm very normal as you can tell.

@placeholder-mcd im dropping a ping for you as a treat

If people like this enough maybe I'll pony up and post it on the wikidot if it doesn't step on anyone's toes, since this actually has original writing instead of song lyrics LMAO

Also as a side note there's like... three(?) really specific imagery details in this with some more subtle than others, a cookie to whoever can spot 'em.

[thevectronic]

After Quantum Break, I've decided to keep my Remedy marathon going with Control. These fuckers put in a photo mode & now my game time has doubled while nowhere near the midgame.

This game's awesome! Here's some pictures to prove it.

[diruise]

pls tell us about your OCs they are cute scrimblos with cool names 🥺

Okay i first planned to post all of them at once but making a drawing of everyone wil take me forfuckingever, so i'm doing them separately as soon as a drawing is done, beginning with new eternal blorbo, high profile motherfucker.

Be warned i make up a lot of shit in this one, but i guess i'm allowed because no canon and shit.

Name: Amenakki (current legal name: James Blackbourne)

Age: 3000+

Height: 192 cm

Pronouns: Any

Gender: Doesn't care (gods don't have genders)

Main antagonist

Karcist/False prophet

A former spymaster of the Kalmaktama empire with ambitions to dethrone Ion. When the mekhanites did it for him, he set out to gather powerful allies to rebuild the religion and the empire in his own image. He got as far as inventing your typical european nobility branch of neosarkicism. He has direct influence over several influential families. 

He thinks Ion was held back by morals (lmao) and humanity and that's why he died, and is convinced he could do it much better. Confident in this, he has formed several pacts with the Archons, and occassionaly gets possessed by them. It makes him as insane as you think it would. As powerful too.

In his quest to become Ion but better, he formed a sort of counterpantheon from 4 powerful karcists he either taught himself or manipulated to become loyal to him. One of them was Halvra. Their relationship is... complicated. Halvra later (faaaaar too late) turns on him, because, as surprisingly the only sensible one, he realizes that maybe selling their souls to cosmic horrors in a bad fucking idea. Due to Nië's involvement, they cross each other again, and it won't end well.

He is extremely charismatic with a penchant for the dramatic. Despite this, he's quite elusive and hard to interact with except for a select few. He has eyes and ears in most influential places, including the Foundation. Literally. 

He's currently pretending to be an eccentric british millionaire, and he's quite possibly the fanciest motherfucker on Earth. He has an eye for the arts, he plays several instruments and likes theatre (including performing). His works has been largely described as quite disturbing. He always wears era appropriate custom formalwear, that he exaggeratedly laments when he gets blood all over it and/or demolishes it during dramatic body horror transformations. He also never shuts the fuck up.

His halkost is disguised as household, personal, and security (lmao) staff, who he's always seems to be surrounded by. They tend to eat people he doesn't like.

Tldr: some rich pretty twink who's also like the sarkic antichrist

Okay yea i'm like down irredeemable for this guy so you WILL hear more, want it or not kdmdisid

[the-falling-revenant]

you know the autism's getting bad when a whole chunk of your fictionkin list are just TMA + SCP

[aster-blast3r]

kinda wanna do scp pride icons for gay month...

send em in if you want em

[cameatslemons]

ngl i have a love-hate relationship with the scp communities at times but i gotta say i love that we’ve all agreed to erase a guy from existence

[arcsin27]

Why do all of these suck what is going on in that podcast

Anyways the secret one sounds like it’d make for some killer vigilantism so I chose that one

This poll is for people who have NOT listened to The Magnus Archives:

[boyakishantriage]

SCP - 001

Class: N/A

“Triage”

Description: SCP-001 appears to be a woman of Chinese Malaysian descent. She does not require sleep or food but prefers to have so, seemingly out of habit. SCP - 001 behaves in a sarcastic, “helpfully unhelpful” behaviour.

SCP - 001 has “magic” , a reality bender, of sorts. Samples and papers given by SCP - 001 indicate her abilities to be within our understanding of reality, using the same rules anyone can supposedly do similar acts however according to the subject. “The barrier ain’t opened yet”.

This registration is written in mocking of the SCP foundation by SCP - 001, the following are various data points by record of SCP - 001.

Addendum -01:

Dr Andrews:

[console initiated by user 0.]

[set metadata to “narrative” by user 0]

[override control by user 0 from order O1]

[console deinitiated]

My name is Nathan Andrews. Class 3 designated researcher of the SCP foundation. I have been assigned a desk by one "Black" a "operative" or "agent" of the "Wolves". This is due to my request for a way to communicate with the O1. For the most bizarre of reasons, the device provided does not accept the standards of the SCP foundation, rather a strange mix between personal and impersonal talk.

I've been granted a keyboard, mouse and monitor. Sitting in what appears to be Black's cubicle, various photos and memorabilia from his personal life. But beside the point.

Skimming the files, cloaked in shadows to the camera. 01 taps the recording. Three disks, each with a sticky note labelling them 1-5. The first one began to play as he skimmed reports.

"A decade ago."

Australian. Western side, mix of Chinese and Malay dialect. Female.

"One Nathan Andrews vanished from the SCP foundation campus. I am the result. Mr Michael."

He froze, the recording beginning to laugh.

"Made you pause huh? Pansy little fuckwit. This is a recording Mr Michaels. And your organisation is a speck. I am Triage. Rank. Corporal. Your organisation works to keep normalcy, your. Administrator. They're one of my agents. Or maybe that's a lie? Who knows. The following files and other two CDs are... a kind of message. We are the Wolves. And you sir. Are welcome to try to Secure. Contain. Protect. I'll see you in Hell."

Click.

The CD dropped out of the player, grasping his papers. As he picked the CD.

Pardoning that. I guess I'll try to explain what occured.

It'd happen again. At this point. Nobody was surprised. SCP - 682 had breached containment. Unfortunately a meteor falling towards the earth had begun it's descent faster and faster as it changed directory. Anaesthetics immediately deployed to all civilians in the near vicinity as Nathan Andrews ran from the enraged monster.

Frankly speaking, he was surprised he even got that far. A researcher in the organisation who worked his way upwards simply by acting as a safe guard for every upper position, the track runner sprinting for his life as the hateful lizard roared at the human.

BOOM

The earth exploded, throwing him over himself as something tackled the lizard to the ground. Roaring in outrage and anger, the flaming figure began to. Beat down against the lizard? Slamming fists harder and harder, her hands burning bright orange as she smashed the reptile's head in.

"- I SAID QUIT IT YOU LANKY FUCKER! I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK IF THATS YOUR PREY. STAY DOWN YOU CHEEKY LITTLE... Oh."

The Australian accented thing looked at the human, dagger in one hand, riding the dead corpse as the top of her ears perked. Black haired, Asian looking, the rumbling of a truck echoing towards him.

"... Hmm. Can't exactly leave this here- mortal did see me... OI. FUCK OFF YOU CUNT!"

Throwing the dagger into a tree, seemingly nothing as the anomaly ripped the dagger back to her hand.

Spitting onto the corpse, she walked towards the researcher.

CLICK.

Pistol aimed at her head, the humanoid looked down at the gun.

"... what's your plan here?"

BANG.

What birds were frozen in fear flapped off, mobile forces glancing up at the mass of birds. The researcher's borrowed pistol firing multiple more times into the air with a hint of red vanishing as it flew into the heavens.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG-

BFFT.

Holding the gun's muzzle in her hand, an eyebrow raised as she picked the bullets out her body.

"Ow."

Sarcastically, she flung the pistol onto the reptile. It snorting as she shouted back at it.

"NEMEN POSWI LACKA YOU HORINI. LOVNAJSUYA HEWMI THOSE FUCKS YOU NEMEN!"

Kicking the regenerating corpse, seeming to spur the lizard into a scowl as it started towards the trucks.

Dragging himself away, something ripping into his back, pain coursing through his body as the sound of ripping played behind him. Throwing him out into, something. The reality behind him left far behind.

[oritiefling]

It has come to our attention that Agent Clef has been killed. Pay your respects below.

[just-reblogs-101]

SCPs that will touch you, did you not read the post

SCPs that will do WHAT...

[dino--draws]

I don’t post art of my scp ttrpg whore enough on this blog but unfortunately so much of his bullshit is lore spoilers (because Nobody is a secretive little slut) and half the players follow me SDFHSDJKFHSDKJ but you can have this, as a treat because i really like it.

Oh, and bonus:

[scp-l4-clef-alto-001]

You motherfuckers.

Clef the Alive

[cloudofbutterflies92]

OC Speech Mannerisms

Tagged by @lilywatt @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies and @g0dspeeed , thank you ���💚

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES:1/2/3+ (English, Italian, Russian, Ukrainian, German, Spanish, Arab, French, Japanese and sign language)

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep (I suggest you listen to Angell's voice from Path of Nowhere to get an idea of Eden's voice)

ACCENT: yes/no (South London accent)

DEMEANOR: confident/shy / approachable / hostile / other (my girl must be above all confident otherwise the enemies can use her weak points)

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying/fidgeting / stuttering/ gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY:⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫

EMOTION:⚫⚫⚫⚫

SENTENCE STRUCTURE:⚫⚫⚫⚪⚪

PROFANITY

FREQUENCY:⚫⚫⚫⚪⚪

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity):⚫⚫⚫⚫⚪

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody.bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy

THIS OR THAT

straightforward or cryptic? (if she has to say something to your face she won't hold it back) / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity / neutrality / or femininity? (Elegant femininity is the right word?)/ formalities or with abrasiveness?(Both, depending on the situation)/ praise or equivocation? / frankness or lies? (Depends on the situation but the majority of time the first one)/ excessive or minimal hand gestures?/ name-calling (affectionate) or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never(Never, she makes herself clear)

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?- almost always / frequently/ sometimes / rarely / never

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though/ although/ however/ perhaps/mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle/lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent/vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusaueness / it doesn't

Tagging: @graveyard-party666 @ghostgirlvii @alypink @chloekistune

@thedeadthree @elligatorrex @himurasama @strangefable @captastra @aceghosts @kikiharinezumi

@katsigian @dickytwister @theelderhazelnut @elderglocks @sweet-samnang @chewbokachoi @yourluckyoswald @moosch @priceseyes

@la-grosse-patate @killerspinal @dani-the-goblin @josephseedismyfather @redacted-scp-antics @milkywayhou @voidika

@valyrra @kaitaiga @chadillacboseman @raresvtm @raresvtm @pricescigar @violetflavia @direwombat @nik-barinova @themotherofhorses @marieke-price

[koschtism]

"You can't frighten me anymore. For the first million years of nonsensical containment procedures and tortures and dream logic, it was the worst pain I had ever felt, but I survived. For the second million years of nonsensical containment procedures, it was still the hardest thing I had ever done, but I survived. By the third million years, I was growing numb. There's only so many times you can watch anything before you grow numb. But you know what, you motherfucker? I survived." - James Ari Talloran, SCP-3999

[vincentispossiblydead]

so I realize that I haven’t posted my scp oc a lot so here’s a sketch dump

Here he is my stanky motherfucker Dr Cassidy Vespertine my stinky 47 year old australian man

he got dragged out of a gang/mob and into the foundation by his twin sister and now works in the field of cinematography and biology. both twins are partially polymorphic to the limit of ocean life, gaining the characteristics of the animal they choose.