#scp rip off

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

[squeaky toy noise]

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT MY LITTLE FUCKED UP VOID BEING LOOK AT THIS FUNKY FRESH FREAK OF NATURE I LOVE THEM I LOVE YOU

Creature study featuring AB299 from @showrunnerihardlyknowher’s new story!

a silly shadow creature of unknown origin Haven't even finished the whole first part of writing cuz that thing is long and I’m busy, but monster design is like my favorite thing to draw so here it is!

(extra lineart under cut)

[proth-blog]

I wrote i script for a comic that i probably wont make because this was kinda practice and I feel that its cringy and overly edgy i rewrote it 3 times and I still feel that way but if I dont get shit on it i'll never know if its edgy enough lol anyway

Tw// emotional and physical abuse

Anguish: -going to sona's room to talk after an arguement-

Sona: -still upset about it and starts another arguement while trying to make him leave her alone-

Anguish: -offended- "I do so much for you!! I gifted you that silly brush you wanted so much, didn't I?!?!"

Sona: -teary eyed from frustration- "You want it back!! Take it!! JUST LIKE YOU TOOK EVERYTIME FROM ME!!

Anguish:"I don't want it."

Sona:"Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. TAKE IT BACK!!!"

Anguish:" tsk, enough hysterics!!

Sona:" Of course i'm hysteric!!! That's what you want, YOU want me to look fucking INSANE!!!!

Anguish: -rolls "eyes"- " Tsk-ugh, don't be idioti-"

Sona: "I KNOW-" -trying to lower hee tone and calm herself a tiny bit- "i know what you're DOING!!! I KNOW!!!

Anguish:"Enlighten m-"

Sona:"Shut up!! I know!! I know it's all to show how much more power you have over me!!! Iknowiknowiknowiknowiknowiknowikn-"

Anguish: -speaking over her- "Of course I have more power, I am a GOD. "

Sona:"Shut up!! Shut the fuck up!!! Im not talking about that!!! Im not saying THAT!!! IM NOT!!! It's all emotional!!! Or psi-psyco- col- or WHATEVER THE FUCK!!! It's all making me look insane or-" -chokes on words and kicks a chair in frustration- " fucking HYSTERIC!!"

Anguish:" Oh dear, you are hyster-"

Sona:"BECAUSE YOU MADE ME!!!"

Anguish:"..."

Sona: -breathing heavly trying to colect herself- "......you narcisistic, ego centric, bald headed MANIAC!! You think you're so inteligent and cool- JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!......"

Anguish:"...."

Sona:".....just laught at me and the fuck out of her-"

Anguish: -grabs sona by the face- "Don't you dare tell me what to do. I let you insult me, I let you degrade me but. Do. Not. Dare. To tell me what I should do."

Sona: -becomes more agitated and free herself- "I don't care!!! Leave!! Leave!! Leaveleaveleavelea-"

Anguish: -slams her head against the desk- "Tsk....you ungreatfull little brat, I let you get away with so so so much!!! And this is how you speak to me?!

Sona: -still struggling-

Anguish: -tightes his grip- "to now say all the comodetis I let you have!! And you. You still dare to not only insult me but also tell ME what I can and cannot do?! -let go of his hold on her-

Sona: -more heavy breathing, very visibly frustrated and shaken- "I- I never asked you for those things!! I don't want anything from you!!

Anguish:"Tsk-tsk, then tell me why, oh why, you always come to me for help, hm? Why is that?"

Sona:"THAT'S YOU!!! YOU CAME TO ME!! i don't want to be near you- I DON'T-....." -chokes and trys to lower her voice- "You are the one coming to me, the only times i initiate things with you is because I know that if I do you will leave me in peace for a small while...... I. Don't. Want. To. Be. Near. You."

Anguish:" Oh, really now?~ Then leave."

Sona:"..... You. Won't. Let. Me."

Anguish:"Oh yes, yes, sure.....or maybe you didn't even tryed yet, maybe you are just all smoke, hm?"

Sona:"Fuck you, fuck you fuck you!! I know- I know what-....." -trying to breath and calm down- "Im not doing this-.....im not doing this again.... it's just the same shitty arguement every fucking time!!!"

Anguish:"Boo-hoo, how terrible!~ you never learn so I have to say the same arguements over and over again, oh dear, I feel so bad for you!!~" -dramaticly puts his hand on his "heart"-

Sona:"...."

Anguish:"...."

Sona:"...."

Anguish:"No more pety insults to throw at me. Or maybe more of your tactical forgetfullness" -scoff- "All the things i did for you, wasted, all the gifts i bought for you, watsed, all of that coin, WASTED!!

Sona: -walks to her desk and start reaching for something-

Anguish:"Why do I even put effert and energy with you? Can you at least act like you are listening!!"

Sona: -walks up to him with a small bag of gold- "Why then don't we do this? You don't do anything "for me" going forward, you also take back you "gifts", since me having them upsets you so much, and since you seem to care about all of those coins you spent and wasted on me so much..." -takes his hand and place the gold on it- "I can start paying you back seeing how much it troub-"

Anguish: -slaps her across the face and throws the coins away- "HOW. DARE. YOU." -slaps her again- "ME? Giving me your shity and miserable pocket change." -grabs her by the face again- "You are fortunate that your pathetic act before hand put me in a good mood....."

Sona: "..."

Anguish: -tightes his grip on her- ".....so I will leave and you will reflect on this conversation and hopefully learn to be greatful of the mercy I show you Every. Time. You. Speak." -harshly throws her on the ground and disapears from the room locking the door behind him-

[discoknack]

Skully's Punishment Part 2

Part 1 here

As always I got the idea from @sonicasura

Also spoilers for episode 10-11.

Hoshina crooned at the Yoju, stopwatch in hand, "Good~ good, keep breathing just like that."

Skully's breathing was measured and deliberate, but their small form would occasionally shudder with a suppressed sob.

"Keep those arms out, knees bent. Tuck that tail more, no cheating! Almost there... Five. Four. Three..."

Hoshina almost couldn't hear himself over Skully's sudden outburst - they roared and screamed, mouth wide open and fists tightening. But they held their position, even with their limbs shaking. Very good. When he reached zero with an "all done!" Skully finally collapsed, sprawling onto their belly.

Then Skully took a deep breath, chest expanding, and began to weep, whimpering softly like a deflating balloon.

Hoshina swept them off the floor, holding Skully up by their underarms and grinning. "Ya done good, Rookie! I'm proud of you! Think you'll listen to me next time~?"

Skully was almost limp in his hands. But then they began to wiggle, straightening and grabbing Hoshina's arms for support, whimpering with each effort. They looked him in the eyes with tears streaming down their face and nose. Hoshina was kinda hoping they'd reply with a defeated 'yeah' or an 'uh huh' at least, but instead the Yoju babbled at him for a good ten seconds or so. Their words slurred together and they stopped and started several times, interrupted by sobs. Their kaiju vocal cords weren't doing them any favors, either. There were only a few words Hoshina could make out: Papa... gigantic scary... hurt... something...

He got the gist of it anyhow.

"Well, aren't you a sweetie!" he said, bringing Skully closer and wrapping his arms around them. "Just like your mumma."

Hoshina rubbed the spines on Skully's back. Skully settled in immediately, rumbling and chirping.

"But I'm not just your Papa; I'm also your Vice-Captain. I have a duty to my soldiers, ya know." That didn't fully sound right. "I have a duty to my children, especially." That sounded weird still. But it was probably the best description. "So. You hafta listen to me double-time~" Hoshina nuzzled Skully's neck, provoking happy chirps.

Hoshina sighed. "Justtt like your mama..."

Of course Kafka's kid would be just like him. Incredibly loyal. Admirable, but he sets a bad example. That's what I get for bringing on a rookie just 'cuz I liked him, huh? "Don't get too attached to your comrades," I told him. "Anything can happen."

Kafka! You had better come back. You owe me that much!

Hoshina was glad he had sent Okonogi away and was alone with the Yoju. So no one else could see his face.

-

"Hibino Kafka." Captain Ashiro said, idly thumbing the barrel of her gun. The smaller one, that is - not the cannon, thank god.

Kafka had stopped stressing a few moments ago, no longer sensing his whelp's cries and figuring that, with how they tapered off, it was fine. But now he was on edge again. Did she notice him sigh? "Y-yes, Captain?"

"The little one..." Mina shifted her weight, seeming uncertain. Kafka couldn't place why. "It's yours, isn't it?"

Well, there was no sense in lying.

"Yeah."

"Are you...?" Mina asked, "Do you...? Did-?" Then some color came into her cheeks and she turned away. "Sorry. Inappropriate questions."

Kafka took a moment to understand...

"Ehhh?! You got me all wrong! There's no way I'd be fooling around with- eee! sorry sorry..." He shrank back down into his seat at the sight of all the guns trained on him.

After some moments had passed, and the gunmen slowly relaxed, Mina made an odd sound, and looked like she was about to throw up. Her whole body was tense.

She did it again, grabbing at her neck and making little "ahem"s. She had to close her eyes or else they'd bulge out of her skull.

"Mi-!"

"Captain are you alright?!" Kafka had been interrupted by one of the soldiers.

Mina's forehead creased and she covered her mouth, but she couldn't stop the giggle from finally escaping. She managed to quiet down quickly, but even still, her shoulders shook. Finally, she took a breath and then did it again, tears springing to her eyes.

On the third breath she had it handled, getting a proper hold of her gun. She slowly exhaled, sobering up, almost to the point of a slight frown. Blinking away the tears, unsmiling, she said, "yes."

[mattastr0phic]

I just realized I’ve been telling people Myriad wears tearaway pants without ever actually ripping off his pants. I don’t know if this counts.

[rhouxl]

They said I was whorin' myself out an' savin' only th' ankles f'r th' devil.

— X

[SCP/CI - Dogwood of @serpentsurgency - he/him]

ID in alt.

[scoutpologist]

thinking yet again about my oc whom i love so much ....... my silly girl i am so sorry your story has to be so horrible (i made her for a sci fi horror setting)

[beautifulrosebrunette]

Made this for an OC of mine, whose an Attorney that works for the foundation! His name is Paul Right

[scary-lasagna]

OH OH?’ YOU WRITE SCPS?! If you can, can I request Able (076) where he’s in love and dating SCP foundation worker reader?

My first SCP ask!! :] I haven't given Abel nor Cain much thought outside of Abel just assisting with breaches. Sorry I went a little crazy on the length!

SCP-076 - Abel

Abel is one of the more...difficult SCPs that you have researched.

You've been at this site longer than you can count back to, and even a previous site as well, before that one was nuked terribly.

And you've never met a creature such as him.

Whenever he wasn't killing people, he was pacing the viewing glass of his cell, staring at you.

You felt terrible, like a mouse being stalked by a lion.

Abel was always agitated, always angry, and the only time you've seen him smile was either when he was ripping out intestines, or, recently, when you shot him in the head with an automatic pistol.

It's freaky.

A part of you thinks that he wants to act on revenge.

Another, more human part of you, which is rare these days, almost suggests that he's looking at you with respect.

You were the only one to stop him without that explosive collar he wore in the past 5 years, after all. That had to count for something, right?

You had piles and piles of paper work pertaining to him, knowing him inside and out for the past 2 years.

And on the day of an MTF operation, you thought you were safe in your office. This was your first mistake, you should never feel safe in this field of work.

But in the midst of a small, harmless breach, Abel had launched himself through the locked security door of your office like a fucking looney-tune character.

And this was it. You would die. He would kill you, and you would be written off as another causality in this breach.

But lo and behold, a quite large axe materialized in his hand, and swung it right over your head, missing you by at most 3/4 of an inch.

SCP-439, an insect to bigger than 3 centimeters, had been the SCP to breach containment during MTF patrolling hours.

"You are safe now." His voice, husky, still held a certain gentleness as he spoke toward you.

And out of the two years of studying this creature, this violent, animalistic entity, you’ve never seen him act in such a cautious, intriguing manner.

The axe disappeared into the supposed pocket dimension of weapons, and he very unceremoniously grabbed your face on either side, cocking his head to stare you down.

You couldn’t move, didn’t have any last words to say, and you didn’t have that automatic pistol that saved your life last time.

This might be where you finally succumb to the horrors of the foundation.

But…Abel only studied you, taking in every little feature of your face, counting every eyelash and freckle and noting the way your nostrils flared with fear.

“I would not hurt you, Reasearcher. You are much too…unique. I would like to propose a-”

Not another word left his mouth, because it was shot off by the sudden wave of MTF entering your office.

So much for proposing a courting.

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

me n the bad bitch i pulled by breaking company containment regulations

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

@showrunnerihardlyknowher I know you said Anthony isn’t canon to the story.. but how could I pass up the opportunity to draw more humanoid creatures?

so have some art ig

Firstly, the more human-looking stages

Then the more monster-y forms as bro matures

Also, due to his human DNA, he can stand slightly upright! He’s much faster in bipedal form. BONUS: My headcannons on how Anthony just kinda showed up:

(my speculative biology brain making up cool things, none of this is canon) (unless showrunner approves it ig)

AB299’s species utilizes its inter-reality dimensional plane as a means of reproduction. It’s actually a large basis of the species’ survival; the location also serves as a secondary safe home and a fast travel system. At some point in time, while Serena was disoriented in the void-like place, it took a bit of her ‘genetic material’ with her completely unawares. (This phenomena only seems to occur while a being of interest is in that species’ specific dimensional plane, leading my research to the theory that AB299 can trigger the event somehow, or at least tries to by dragging her in so often). Later on, it adds its own DNA to the mix.

The beginnings of a new creature begins as an egg-like embryo forms around the newly growing body. The little child is left to grow and mature floating inside the void, where it is constantly checked upon by AB299. Some time later, (I’m not quite sure how long it takes for the child to grow, because I don’t know how time works in that dimension. I assume it’s much shorter than human time, though) the child is ready to ‘hatch’ at about the human age of 7 or 8 years old.

Tearing its way through the embryo, the child is deposited into the void. However, similarly to how newborn sea turtles know how to find the ocean the moment they hatch, an offspring of AB299’s species can sense where it’s parents are, and will follow that scent out of the void. AB299 will stay very close to Serena once the child is close to ‘hatching’, so as not to confuse which parent’s scent it should follow. The offspring will immediately imprint on whoever it sees after exiting the dimensional void, so it’s important that they’re together.

Thus, when Anthony comes crawling out of the void — seemingly from nowhere — Serena becomes very confused about how the child came to be.

BONUS BONUS: some lineart

[xenosagaepisodeone]

For the last 2 weeks I've been transfixed on a strain of lost media I've come to call "bad memory induced media", where the supposed media in question does not (or at least more than likely does not) exist, but there are swaths of people convinced that they have definitely seen it at some point. There is rarely anything more to go off of for the hunt than a vague summary outlined in a post on some forum, but the lack of specificity allows people to fill in the blanks with similar types of media that they've seen, giving them the impression that they've already experienced it. I've found that this is extremely common for alleged lost shock media in particular, which isn't surprising. I talked a little about this on my LOL SUPERMAN post, and I get the impression that a similar strain of logic applies on a smaller scale.

Anyway, 2 major cases I have been looking at for a while are Saki Sanobashi/Go For A Punch and Evil Farm Game. Saki Sanobashi in particular fascinates me because an urban legend like this should have crumbled to the wayside by like 2018 at the latest, since that's when anime more or less became demystified to normal people. The basic premise is that it is an 80s/90s horror anime about anywhere from 4-8 girls trapped in a bathroom. The girls talk about their lives, hopes, dreams and philosophies before slowly going insane and dying one by one. If you like horror stuff you probably are already getting the vague impression that it sounds familiar- which could be influenced by any swath of media artifacts from Saw to the Russian Sleep Experiment creepypasta to the Ikea SCP to ClockUp's Euphoria to snippets of Battle Royale to that one Grisaia no Kajitsu arc. OP insisted he found it fully subbed on the deep web (omegalul) and hasn't found a trace of it since, implying some kind of murky origin or legal status (the OVA is not pornographic btw). As you can probably tell, I think this is silly. Like, so much goes into anime production that it would be difficult to hide any traces of this thing's existence. Someone had to voice act those girls. Someone had to sit hunched over a desk and draw that settei. OVAs were such a new thing in the 80s and 90s that both sfw and nsfw series were advertised in magazines. The only way that this could be so lost that not even a MAL entry remains is if it had been a student/indie production or something made for a single comiket event...but even at that....you're telling me that someone still managed to rip this from a vhs and subtitle it? And then chose to upload it to the deep web instead of youtube? even the title sounds like something google translated but didnt format correctly ("Saki Sanobashi" being gibberish while "Saki-san no Bashi" translates to "Saki-san's Bridge").

And yet there are people who will say "I definitely saw this at some point" because they saw a reaction image similar to the alleged scene where the protagonist smashes someone's head into a mirror. "The neck scratching death sounds familiar...." because you watched a higurashi amv! And OP did too, and thought it was so creepy that he involved it in his fake story. It's almost grating how much you have to suspend your disbelief to embrace that something like this exists in the exact way that stories like this insist. While many people have accepted that the series is likely not real in the last 4 or so years, there still persists a cohort of people hunting for Saki Sanobashi, likely because they are kids who are now too old to believe in Squidward's Suicide.

Evil Farm Game gives me a chuckle because it goes like this: a redditor posts to r/tipofmytongue about an old flash game where you play as a farmer who kills his wife and then has to hide her body while going about his farm tasks. The setup is completely fine and actually kind of reminiscent of a few story driven flash games I played on newgrounds as a kid. Many people came forward insisting that they had played this as well, one person even producing a link to a file from their hard drive that they couldn't open, but strongly believed that the game was there. A subreddit was even created to support the search. The twist is that it was a misremembered joke from a vinesauce stream.

Everyone knows that memory is an extremely fallable thing; people can be coaxed into believing that they did or saw things that they didn't with the correct prompts. What gets me is that a lot of people on the hunt for "bad memory induced media" seem to largely be hyping themselves up. They want to believe there is something that exists against all reason no matter what. It's chuuni in nature. Do not get me wrong- the interest in finding a cool, mysterious, haunting piece of media isn't lost on me, but dog, the dopamine hit of finding a previously lost 1985 commercial for almonds in a box of vhs tapes you got from eBay is the same.

[theyanderespecialist]

SHE'S NOT FAT, SHE'S PREGNANT 1 (Scenarios) 049, 073, 076, Clef X Pregnant S/O (Yandere) (SCP Foundation) (SCP 049, SCP 073/Cain, SCP 076-2/Abel, Dr. Alto Clef)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! In this chapter, it is one from Tumblr, which is 049, 073, 076, and Alto Clef being yandere with a pregnant Significant Other. Then some D Class calling them fat and this is how they would react to it in their scenario! I hope that you all enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: SCPS 049, 073/Cain, 076/Abel, and Dr. Alto Clef are Not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine. Just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life!)

(A Doctor's Touch) (SCP 049)

(SCP 049's POV)

I am sitting with my partner giving her an exam. She is pregnant, about three months. I was able to get her pregnant in a breach. The Foundation had been less than pleased with me. I almost lost my mind when they would not let me see her. I finally agreed to work with them if they let her stay with me. I hear the door open and a guard and D Class come in.

"Who is the fat bitch?" The D Class says and I set down the cloth. "I will be right back my dear."

I kiss her belly and then kiss her and walk over to the man. The guard thinks I am doing nothing. Oh, what a fool he is.

"Excuse me, kind sir I did not hear what you said about my partner," I say.

"I said she is fa-" I did not let him finish as I touched him and he dropped. The Guard instantly put his gun up. "Do not worry, I have no issue with you. Go call another D Class to clean this up, preferably one who is less rude."

The Guard walks out quickly and I walk back to my partner she is staring at the body. I stand in front of her view.

"It is okay, my dear (Name). I took care of it." I tell her and kiss her.

No one insulted the mother of my children.

(Deadly Politeness) (SCP 073/Cain)

(SCP 073/Cain's POV)

I am holding my girlfriend on my lap. She is so soft and full of our love. About five months into her pregnancy. I could not help but hold her close as much as I can. The O5 cancel had not been happy when I got her pregnant. I had more or less tricked her into it. But that does not matter anymore. She is now my girlfriend and we are going to start our family soon. I could not wait.

We are in the canteen and I hear someone call her fat. She looks down I know she has been worried about her figure. I pull away from her. Telling her I will be right back. I find the D Class that said those vile words.

I tap his shoulder with a polite smile. "I heard what you said about my girlfriend."

"The fat on-" I did not waste a second and punched him right in the face with my metal arm.

His skull cracks and he is dead before he hits the ground. "Have a nice day!" I say and before the guards can react I am back with my girlfriend, snuggling her once more.

(Rage Trance Activated) (SCP 076-2/Abel)

(SCP 076-2/Abel's POV)

I am training with the mother of my child watching me. I agreed to work for the foundation once more. As long as (Name) stayed with me. We ended up having a child. I could not wait to train our children to be warriors. I see the Daily D Class come in. I see him say something to (Name). Her face falters and I am by her in a second. Turning to the D Class.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER!" I Snarl.

"I-"

I grab him by the throat. "(Name) What did he say to you?!" I demand.

She hesitates and I look at her telling her to tell me.

"He just called me fat, it is no big deal."

My eyes narrow on him. "No big deal? Tell you, pathetic human, this woman is carrying my child, a future warrior. She is going through a glorious transformation! AND YOU DARE CALL HER FAT!" I snarl and rip his head off.

The Guards storm over and I grab a blade. THEY WILL ALL PAY! NO ONE INSULTS THE ONLY WORTHY WOMAN!

(Bang Bang) (Dr. Alto Clef)

(Dr. Alto Clef's POV)

I smirked at my wife, she blushes as I kiss down her neck. Whispering in her ear how sexy she is. She blushes and grips my shirt. We are in the cafeteria. I pull away to play my ukelele, walking around the room. Drawing the song out. My wife begins to eat. She needed to put on more weight as she is not at a healthy weight for twins. I watch her carefully and hear a D class speak as I pass by.

"God, look at her eat, what a fat bitch. Shame to cause she is pr-" I grabbed my ukelele and smash it into his skull. He screams and falls to the ground. I stomp my boot into his skull.

"The Fuck you say about MY WIFE!" I snap pulling out my gun.

She is the first woman I was able to fully love and is giving me a second chance at a family. I WILL NOT LET ANYONE TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT. I shoot my gun into his stomach twice. Suddenly painfully tumors start to sprout on his body and burst. He screams in agony while he dies. I then go over to my wife, pick up her and throw her over my shoulder. Then grab her food, and we will eat in my office.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I really am happy with this one! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[mattastr0phic]

Myriads forms are all so cool! Who exactly are Pyro and endurance :0

The Pyro, recorded from Newt Silas (she/her) was a form recorded in Myriad's field researcher days, during which he was assigned to study the entities developed by Newt's explosions as they appeared to behave without clear reason, not even consistently by Newt's command. While he wasn't there to study her, Myriad was allowed limited access to her for interviews regarding the entities, as they were just about as unknown to her, and she wanted answers. During these interviews, Myriad and Newt would strike up a friendship, seeing that she was actually interested in his ramblings about animal comparisons to the entities that followed her. Newt herself always had an interest in animal documentaries, and would listen to them during her mechanic work before the Foundation. Confiding in Myriad about her life would prove to be the only way that either of them would realize the truth about the entities' behavior. Unfortunately, once classified as a reality bender, Newt soon went under evaluation for "neutralization". Alerted to this by the whispers of her containment supervisors, she panicked. Suddenly, with no previous history of outbursts, she threw in her last resort - biting off one of her fingers, and detonating it. Myriad would survive the explosion, she knew he would, but not unsinged. He wouldn't realize that the pouch for his amulet was burned away until he collided with Newt in the hall while searching for her, and it was over. The Pyro is a rough subject for Myriad, having lost a friend in something completely preventable, something he has to revisit every time he uses her shape. Even as her powers remained limited to remote detonation, the form is useful in many combat situations, and pulled as a careful card. The incident is even more of a sore subject between Myriad and Clef.

The Endurance, recorded from Dr. Melanie Hart (she/they) was another form recorded during a containment breach. Melanie was previously assigned to study SCP-035, as their anomaly provided some resistance to its effects without a host. Myriad was just in the area when the breach occurred, and attempted to escort Dr. Hart to a safer location, but she'd end up caught by one of the entities, grasping at any part of Myriad in their terror, and ripping off 963 in the process.

Dr. Myriad is haunted by those he could not save, but memorializes them the best she can. These forms are only used upon high-requirement circumstances, and he tries to carry out their last wishes as they'd want them, but it won't be the same. She isn't them. All she can do is remember for them.

[j0urn3y]

I randomly got an idea for an SCP. I don’t think it’s good enough to go on the wiki tho

A guy who suffers from violent intrusive thoughts. Thing is, whenever he has one, he’s compelled to say it out loud, i.e., “Wouldn’t it be funny if you ripped your dick off?” If someone hears him announcing his thought, they are compelled to follow this action. He isn’t particularly thrilled about it, and the Foundation has taped his mouth shut, only allowing him to take it off during meals.

[atinyladybug-art]

Braincells aligned! I now want to redesign the sillies over at SCP Animated Tales From The Foundation!

Starting off with Dr Amelia Buck!

My thoughts on the design is that she would tie her hair up to get it out of the way (her hair being let down sometimes drives me insane cause she goes through containment breach with it down and I'm just like ????? Hello???? I have to tie my hair up when I scroll through Tumblr)

Her eyes are also a blueish grey cause like. She's very cold and sharp do it felt fitting her eyes would be grey-blue.

I also think she'd have a wider skirt (Almost A-line) for mobility.

Think she's the type to get cold easily but doesn't like jackets and prefers her labcoats so she would wear like. Leg warmers. Plus you can hide a survival knife in there or rip them off and tie them as an emergency bandage.

She also has pens in her pockets. Multicoloured because she has a system in her head for pen colours.

And it can't be seen cause her arms are covering it but she has a belt for 2 reasons. 1. Gun. 2. To accentuate her hips cause she knows she has a nice figure.

Also the base underneath (no lighting)