#Scranton Arts

[marywoodartdept]

Glass Blowing

🔥 Santo, Illustration Blogger, shares his hands-on experience with #glassblowing at Keystone College! From colorful #pumpkins 🎃 to festive #ornaments, it’s all about creativity & family time. Check out his journey into molten art! #MarywoodArt #Glass

Recently I had the awesome opportunity to gain some knowledge and experience in the art of glass blowing! My mother is a professor and my brother is a student at Keystone College, not to far from Marywood. That said, my mom got details about an opportunity to make pumpkins during a glass-blowing class inside Keystone’s glass-making studio. I was thrilled when I heard about the opportunity and my…

[oddsandends58exe]

[cogitohazard]

i need to be put down

[uli-iko]

Doctor Scranton not feeling well

[zvarricopter]

He's NOT LOOKING AT THE LYRICS!

[newm8n]

finer things ,, ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[scp4palestine]

Hi, little red light. Can you talk to me?

Commission sent in by an anonymous supporter and drawn by @alphieart! Thank you so much for participating in SCP for Palestine! If you would like an SCP commission in exchange for helping families in need, check out our Pinned Post for more info for art comms, and this post for writing comms! You can find the art signup form and writing signup form here! Please note, we currently are giving our artists and writers a December break! Save your receipts for the new year ;)

[zealthewhatever]

Poor scranton

[artbyblastweave]

Ink drawing of SCP-106 from a couple years ago

[skidxml]

scranton

[eruisapenguin]

i wonder what scarlet child mc's relationship with some of the senior staff would be? Especially Clef

You first met Kondraki when he's there to renew your picture for your document, you guessed.

"How is Draven?" Asked you to make a small talk; he tensed.

"Fine." "How about James?" The man looked up from his camera, "who?"

A soft smile on your face contrasts with his frown. "Not yet then." It's better to leave some things in the dark.

—

It's been many years since you were born. You're a teen now, you think, contrary to what the people believe; you are not omniscient. It's weird, you're supposed to be an adult yet your body said otherwise. They had given you the privilege to roam without a guard breathing down your neck every second, cooperation and good behaviour does wonders. It's easy now for you to do stuff beyond your so called privilege. While usually the anxiety is ever so present, there's barely any crawling.

You wanted to meet Meri, your sister; physically, not through dream. You wanted to meet 999, your brother. You do not want to meet 682, nor Clef, ever. But does the universe ever gives you what you want?

He knows immediately. Type Green meets Type Green. Clef is technically your dad too, right? It's weird. You hoped he cared enough about a child he never hold for him to not snitch on their ass.

"You—" "Hi there, I believe you're my dad?" He let out an ugly snort immediately; almost dropping his ukulele.

You didn't even let him reply your first question. "Do you think they'll let me meet Meri one day?" "Do you think they're that generous, kid?"

"is that a no, then?" You tilted your head.

Clef grinned, ah, there's the third eye. "Did I ever said no?"

—

(Not a senior researcher but bear with me okay I love talloran)

Being an adult that's supposed to be older than your supposed current age is truly an odd experience. It's the Foundation after all, you guessed. Well, it's certainly weirder than facing the famous Talloran though scarless and with shorter hair; 3999 must had not yet happen then. You wonder if Kondraki had yet killed himself or not.

"I think it's better for you to quit." He looked quite jumpscared by you suddenly talking. "W-wh—are you talking to me?" Does he know you're an SCP under the tactical gear you are wearing by the way?

"I just think you shouldn't girlboss too hard or close to the sun, you know."

"What does that even mean??"

"Your boyfriend's here; think about it, okay?" And you left without uttering a single goodbye.

[losercade]

Wife, Anna.

Anna, I'm sorry.

I am here to deliver scp-3001 fanart!! I love Robert very much ❤️

[cogitohazard]

harassing a poor war veteran

[schlock-luster-video]

On December 26, 1932, Island of Lost Souls debuted in Scranton, Pennsylvania.

[wat3rm370n]

Penn Avenue Scranton Pennsylvania USA December 1, 2017

[timegays]

Scranton pt.2