#tw scp 4231

[manylittleguys]

To any SCP-4231-A kins/introjects/fictives/links/etc:

I wanna start this by saying I'm writing this for me, Francis, Apollo, and Ukulele, not for any of you. We were never given closure, so now we're taking it by force. If this helps any of y'all? Great! If it doesn't? Well, it wasn't meant to.

I don't regret loving you, Lilly. Sure, you hurt Francis in ways the four of us will NEVER heal from. And I do blame you, because you did do that to him. But I will admit I can also see, now, with the perspective of other headmates who weren't there for it all, that there were things we could have done better. I'd say we were only human, but I know now that humanity is a choice you make and I'm not going to make that choice for you. We were young. We didn't know any better. We were each others' first for a lot of things. We were in our early twenties, we were reality benders, we were inexperienced. I don't blame you for making mistakes (although I do blame you for making them over and over again once you learned their consequences).

But I don't regret being your friend, and I don't regret loving you. You gave me Meri. Because of you I became one of those very same Jailors you so despised. I went from a Destroyer to a Jailor. And you know what? I might even be glad you did it all. Because becoming a Jailor was one of the best things to happen to me. I met my husband and my fiance and my partners because I was a Jailor. I met some of my closest friends because I was a Jailor. I met a guy who accidentally turned himself into a dog, a guy who spontaneously generated apple seeds, a guy who somehow always narrowly avoided death, and a lady who toyed with deadly viruses and bacteria (often anomalous) like legos to make tentacle creatures because she thought they were neat.

And I remember some nice times with you too. I remember how you helped me learn how to control what I always called my "disability" but you called our "powers". I remember playing in the creek with you, when there was no one around and our teeth were sharp and our eyes were many and our horns and antlers caught on the low-hanging tree branches and our hooves didn't help us at all in the rocky waters. I remember my mom doing her best to homeschool us because she didn't want us in public schools, and I remember neither of us could sit still very long because we wanted to be anywhere except my kitchen table sitting on wobbly chairs solving math problems in notebooks my mom had painstakingly printed for us in pen. I remember a treehouse in the middle of the forest and teaching my best friend to play ukulele, even though she was terrible at it. Because yeah, I never said it, but you were horrible with my ukulele.

I remember hiding from you in the forest because I accidentally told you that I felt more like a boy sometimes, and I remember holding your hand so tightly when we went and told my mom. I remember the three of us crying together because I should never have had to feel so afraid of my own mother, and I remember making cookies later because "bravery like yours should always be rewarded, Fran." I remember sitting up late into the night looking through baby name books we borrowed from the library so I could pick a new name. I remember when I decided I wanted it to be Francis, because it was a pretty name and it sounded so much like the old one that it wouldn't be hard to get used to the switch. I remember going to the first doctor's appointment and mom yelling at the doctors that "my son is perfectly fine! He just needs help with liking his body! A seven year old should get to love his body as much as any adult!"

I miss that. I miss the time before I slept with my legs crossed, where I was afraid to come home from weeks away at work with the GOC with the Ichabod Campaign. I miss the time before I would wake up in the middle of the night crying silently, covered in seemingly fresh bruises, coughing up blood. I miss the time before it felt like I couldn't remember anything but my childhood and that house with you, when I could never remember what I did for work. I miss the time before it felt like I couldn't remember anything but my childhood and blood and guns and the GOC. I miss the time before I was afraid of being asked to tell the truth. I miss the days before I dreaded going to sleep to the point it became hard to sleep at night.

Lilly, I hope you can see the extent of what you did to me. If you have an apology, I'll accept that you've given it, but I can't promise I'll forgive you. I can't promise that Francis or Apollo will either. I doubt that Ukulele will forgive you. If you have an explanation to give us, I'll also listen to that, but I can't promise more than that either. Regardless, I think you should know that I regret that Ukulele killed you, in the end. Apollo, and to a lesser extent Francis, had hoped that maybe, when Meri was born, it would finally stop and we could be happy again. But we also knew that the Ichabod Campaign was on it's way and we wouldn't let them have Meri.

Alto

[amajorchord]

lalala some francises I did today in-between a big project

+some doodles cuz I'm nice like that

[skyeconch]

Dr. Clef : And then another time—

Y/N, stands up from seat : No.

Dr. Clef : —I successfully peed in the gatorade bottle, and then I forgot I peed in the Gatorade bottle—

Y/N, pacing around the room : Please, no—

Dr. Clef : And I took a sip—

Y/N : STOOOOPP! Like— just stop??

Y/N : You need to stop! Just use the fricking toilet! Like everybody else?!

[evanwevand]

[Blood CW]

Not me loving to put song lyrics in my art

[oddsandends58exe]

TW GORE

[thedeskofaltoclef]

Wait, was the original 166.... good? Please check out my friend Saba's take on the story or the original Meri, the teenage succubus

[twig-the-edgelord]

TW//4231

[drawingsfromthefrogwar]

Ukulele loving Francis but all he gets back is 'I just I'm fine with you existing.' Is really sad. After everything he's done for Francis doesn't even get to be their friend. He deserves better.

They'll be friends eventually but to be fair, from Francis's perspective ukulele was his imaginary friend who one day became real, killed his wife, and forced them to go on the run. Francis being ok with ukulele is a big improvement from where they started out at.

Francis did not have an easy transition out of being host of the system. After lilly died he became unable to get closer than cofront despite desperately wanting control over his life. For a while it was almost worse that ukulele loved him, because ukulele could only love him because he was aware of the system and comfortable with his place in it for years before Francis had any clue he existed.

[necromagz]

Francis, Francis.

WARNING FOR: Implied rape, grooming? Follwing scene image is on my pixiv ^^ profile link is w all my other links.

[misspeppermint2003]

Picrew Portraits of Cindy Nilo Evelyn & Lilly (SCP-4231)

I made eight portraits of Cindy Nilo Evelyn and Lilly (SCP-4231) with five different image makers on Picrew.

Link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2424873

Link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1822696

Link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2412897

Link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2315395

Link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2427089

[scpwiki-official]

Bang my head against the wall//Grab the knife, grab the salt

[amajorchord]

what !! This guy. He trip and fell in the back of mc donalds.

[bandtrees]

scp is extremely not my thing anymore but i have been reminiscing reading tales and the like i used to enjoy and it’s kind of hard for me to put into words my present opinion on 4231. i admire it greatly from a technical standpoint, it influenced my writing a lot hence why i return to it as often as i do, its author’s way with words is utterly stunning to me as is their use of the format and it still blows me away in this regard and im sure it always will, but in terms of content i find it like… presently more than a little uncomfortable that the vision of it is essentially, out of universe, “this character is a misogynist because he was abused by an Evil Woman” however emotionally the article goes about writing that abuse.

i don’t think it’s, like, sacred and untouchable and free of criticism for a delicate subject matter and as i get older i find its portrayal of that subject matter more and more questionable. it feels, in content, like you canonized someone on ao3’s beautifully-written-but-holy-shit ventfic, and i don't say that to criticize fanfiction. it feels at times like it’s got its hands on its hips and is going, “see? men can be abuse victims too!”, which is… obviously a true statement but at times it delivers more nuance to the situation it’s writing than i know it intends. questions it does not intend on answering because the built-in answer is “lilly is evil and horrible and any question otherwise is francis being in denial”.

like, i think it would be more interesting if lilly was more of a character with a personality and not just Evil Abuser Woman. i think it would be more interesting if francis/clef was a victim with flaws beyond being reasonably cagey and intentionally annoying. because a lot of the intrigue the article sets up is the in-universe question of what happened with 4231-a and 4231-b, but none of that intrigue really goes anywhere beyond pointing and going “aren’t these assholes wrong about francis?” because the question is flattened to “all of this is happening because there was one abuser and one victim, and lilly did every horrible thing you can imagine and is evil and horrible and people are misinterpreting francis” - when, to be honest, with how grand and dense the article is you’d think there’d be more meat to it than that.

and, like, that’s not to say in-universe i think clef is evil and lilly did nothing wrong because holy shit no, but from a writing perspective, and this feels like sacrilege to say on scp tumblr, i think it’s good to knock it off its pedestal of “writes about a Sensitive And Important Theme”. i used to adore 4231 for that reason when the concept of something portraying romantic/sexual abuse in a meaningful way at all was enough to win me over. and i think i've just grown out of it as my standards got higher i suppose. which is a me problem to be fair.

funny because i fucking love the rest of the article. the foundation altar. the cornwall incident itself is utterly HAUNTING. the alternating povs. the worldbuilding. i just wish the heart of it lived up to that grandiosity ig.

[dontmindmeimawkward]

This is from a while back but I still wanted to post it. I decided to draw my favorite section of scp 4231.

[cindydacatpink]

SCP 4231-A (Lilly) and Peter Mandelson as Naga Vampire.

He finally meet to Lilly that claim to his target and become another new follower.

[scientistyaoi]

i just woke up like 10 minutes ago or something so here’s random stuff i found in my notes

wow talk about foreshadowing /neg