#scp 049 fluff

[sixsixtwenty]

Scp 049 x Reader

NOONES POV:

It was a calm evening in the foundation more calmer than you expected really, you thought you were gonna have to do more tests with researchers doing Experiments on you.

But to your luck they didn't, they let you rest and have a nice calm evening all to yourself. But you knew you're never alone

Those damn cameras in your room always bugged you, you felt like you barely have any privacy because they wanna study you 24/7 you thought.

You were casually laying on your bed staring at the ceiling thinking of what to do, you missed your friend 049. You never knew his real name but it didn't matter to you apparently.

You really appriciate his company even though of his well. Hobby. But you just let him do what he wanted, if it'll make him happy and he doesn't attack you it's all good you thought.

You started to twiddle your fingers together deep in thought as you suddenly hear one of the chamber doors opening as you saw one of the guards entering your chamber.

"Y/N L/N, you will be visiting Scp-049 again, it was requested by the higher ups because you both seem to get along quite well and he has no intentions in 'curing' you. Now get up and follow me and don't do anything stupid."

You simply nodded got up and followed the MTF to 049's chamber, well he wasn't wrong about those statements you both did get along pretty well you think. He was all chill and calm around you.

Soon you arrived at 049's chamber along with the MTF, you can already see a researcher inside the chamber as if he was awaiting you eich he probably was.

"Ah miss L/N, you're finally here. You already maybe know why you're here, so just go inside 049's chamber and interact with him"

You sighed and nodded, you were kinda tired because you hadn't gotten too much sleep the past days those tests with other scps just took a bunch of energy out of you wich just makes you wanna plop down onto your bed and hope you can sleep

With your all will power you walked inside as the door closed behind you eich cought 049s attention and looked to you giving you a small wave and greeted you.

"Greetings my friend, how are you today?" He said in a calm voice as he laid the cutting knife down that he used on one of his patients before to perform surgery.

You ignored that and simply just replied back in a calm voice aswell keeping things cool.

"I'm doing fine 049 just a bit tired, i didn't get that much sleep lately"

He then slowly walks to you and without thinking he just quickly hugs you making you flinch and panic, his hands are deadly and kill anyone who gets touched by them.

...

Wait, you were still alive? How? You didn't even know what to say as you look over at the researcher and MTF who were behind the glass window who were observing you.

The researcher was frantically scribblings notes down all fascinated as the MTF stared at you big big eyes as they looked to each other and then back at you again

It took even 049 a second to realize that he hugged you as the quickly backed off from you and his hands back behind his as he stared at you.

He was just as surprised as everyone was as the gently took his shaking hand back and carefully touched your forehead, nothing happened.

You both realized you couldn't get hurt by his power as you just pulled him into a bone crushing hug that took 049 to a surprise as he quickly hugged you back.

You were still under a bit of shock but happyness, truth is you haven't gotten many hugs in your past and nowadays you were quite touch starved.

So just suddenly getting and giving a hug just pulls out all your happyness knowing you're finally in someones arms again.

As you felt 049 hugging you tighter your face felt wet, you came to the thought it was tears but your eyes were dry. And then you realized. Those tears weren't yours but 049's

You quickly looked up at his mask where his eyes are exposed as you can see faint tear drops falling and trailing down his mask as more tears are forming at his eyes.

"049?! W-why are you crying? Are you okay? Did i do something wrong?"

"N-no my dear. I'm just so happy you didn't die.. and that. That i can give you the hug i wanted to give you before!"

You were in awe seeing him in happy tears after that nuztling into his neck as the puts his bird mask beak on your head simply just resting there.

"You're Amazing Y/N, you're quite the smart woman and you can't let yourself be stepped over just by some researchers. You're worth more my friend and i am willing to help you by protecting you and being there for you."

049 says to you still with a bit of tears in his eyes

"I-id like that 049. I'd like that." You reply with a warm smile still being a bit worried for your friend. But you knew he was somewhat fine.

In the end you both stayed there in a hug until the MTF had to pull you away until you meet again.

[lunaralight09]

Can you write about 049 stopping another scp from killing you ?

mmm finally writing for a 2022 request. idk what's happening myself

What great of the day. Getting reprimanded over a not so serious thing, almost spilling your beverage over your lap, getting caught up in a containment breach... Could it be any worse?- Well it could - but that's not really something you want to linger on for too long.

Going over the ever-so now silent halls(some are bloody... or contain a dead body of some colleague that you don't know... Still) is not that pleasant. Especially when you feel like something is following you. It not a feeling of being watched by cameras by whatever is taken a hold of the facility. Something is following you for sure, even felt like something was breathing so close to your neck. Hearing it's raspy, faint breaths... Or you're getting crazy or stressed. Possibly both.

After getting to a more safe hall, as safe as it can. Just... slumping against the wall. Taking a breather after mindlessly walking and trying to not run into SCPs that'll gut you, break your neck or do much more sinister shit to you. Although the feeling of something breathing and observing you grew more, now that you're stationary. The same breathing becomes more and more louder, reverberating through you skull... Suffocating. You're tired. But you can't just fall asleep here, it's a death sentence... You just. Need to rest. A bit. That's all - nothing out of the ordinary.

It's almost peaceful. But you don't feel like sleeping, which is somewhat good for... the previously mentioned reason. But man - you're exhausted. Mind drifting off somewhere until registering the stinging pain on your forearm.

Seeing the many not so deep(thankfully) puncture holes from many sharp teeth. Starting to bleed. Beads of blood appearing from the bite, slowly spreading over surrounding skin, slowly becoming prickly and itchy. An itch that should be scratched.

Standing up and starting to pace in the hall and covering the wound with your other hand, staining it with the warm liquid. That damn breathing... Getting in your head. An itch to be scratched. Maybe there will be some bandages in the tables? There should be at least someone who has had them stored in the drawers. Once again going through the halls again. Hoping to find the containing cells of SCPs. The closest one you could find is down. Taking the silent elevator. Hearing it whirl before coming to halt with a ding

...

Lights down here aren't working properly. Not all, since there are working ones, most are either completely not working or blinking. It would be smarter to not enter 049's containment chamber and observing room. Yet you continue onward. Almost loud footsteps, breathing and humming of flickering lights are what you can hear now, it's peaceful. No breathing. But... dead, mutilated bodies of the guards. The stench... Quickly walking past them and not breathing that much to not throw up and possibly grown more weaker you finally reach researcher's tables. Rummaging through the drawers, hoping to find a bandage, any bandage will do to not irritate the wound and make it rot... Thinking about it - seeing the dead bodies should've made you turn back. Risk of infection grows more and more.

Not finding anything useful except a night vision goggles. You have to leave the place. But the moment you leave the room and walk past a laying corpse, it almost grabbed you. Groaning in pain as it stands up. Meanwhile you do manage to quickly run to elevator, waiting for it to arrive.

...

It was supposed to stay down here, right?

...

You didn't call it up.

...

You didn't call it back down.

With that zombie coming closer and the elevator possibly going down... to you. You're stuck here. A rock and a hard place. Ha. You'll die here right? This is the end? Probably.

The familiar ding is heard as the doors to the elevator open, signaling your end.

"Ah, I wasn't aware we had company. We rarely get visitors down here."

Turning- No whipping your head to the dark cloaked figure with that damned bird mask. Of course he would linger here.

"My. You're bleeding" Reaching out his hand which made you back off a tiny bit. Still somewhat keeping in mind that there is a zombie that would rip you apart. "Do not be afraid fellow doctor. I'll patch it up, it'll be no problem for both of us. Is it"

"Well" Falling silent and just staring at 049. He reached out his hand. Not to you but to slightly push away his 'patient', which let out a grunt before just turning away to mindlessly wonder these halls until MTF comes by and cleans up the mess in facility.

"Well?" He questions when he got not actual response. Slightly tilting his head, staring back at you.

"It's no problem, really. And i really should go-"

"It's safer here, no need to run off and get hurt out there, doctor. And there shouldn't be any meetings in this situation. So please. Let me help you out" - His voice is still as pleasant as it always was, even if he is insisting to help you out. It'll lead you to become a zombie, just another carcass to feed his delusion that he's helping humanity. But you're so tired. Do you really have a choice? To argue with an anomaly that killed Dr. Hamm, who questioned 049 far too long for doctor's liking. You just sigh and murmur 'okay'.

Pleased that you complied and relaxed a bit(in his point of view), he moved deeper in these halls. "Come". Is all he says, expecting you to comply. You do. Now feeling more groggy as you follow him.

Motioning for you to sit down on the bed in the cell, right in his containment cell. Sitting with a sigh and extending the bitten arm, with less bleeding and much more dried up blood. You don't care that you could die by his touch. Just drifting in and out of consciousness as his warm, gloved hands hold your forearm, pouring some liquid that slightly sting the wound, then wrap up a bandage around the bite. Humming some sort of tune... Slowly making you finally close your eyes and almost fall asleep sitting up. Damn his voice.

A soft thud is heard as a scientist fall on their side, chest slowly moving up and down as the sleep took hold. 049 watches for a moment before he has to go. He has so many infected souls to help, so much suffering from pestilence.

[circusmania]

Can i request some fluff with platonic yandere SCP 2662 who see reader who is also immortal but doesn't really know about it that is uneffected by SCP 2662 anomalous effect as a friends?

Both of them playing animal crossing

(Platonic) Yandere!SCP-2662 x GN!Reader ──────────────────────── Notes: Tysm for requesting this. I had so much reading about SCP-2662 and writing this request! I hope you enjoy ♡. Muah Muah ✮

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SCP-2662, a Keter class anomaly, is a humanoid who's actually (surprisingly) pretty chill. Also known as Cthulhu f'UCK OFF! (we'll just call him Cthulhu here), has a pretty humanoid(ish) appearance, along with fully functional cephalopod limbs attached to his back. He possesses the ability to manipulate and put false information into humans' dreams. Although his "followers" view him as all high and mighty, Cthulhu has no intentions of being their god. Rather, he prefers to sit in his containment cell and go about his day. Be it reading his daily newspaper or playing his many video games.

Tossing the introduction aside, You, an immortal being, had landed in the hands of the SCP Foundation. Be it intentional or not, you're stuck in your cell whether you like it or not. It ain't all that bad though, you're pretty cooperative and kind to those assigned to you, earning you a lot of rewards.

Once the Foundation found out that you're unaffected by various anomalous effects, new doors opened for you. One of those doors was he, himself, Cthulhu. A kind but massive beast, you two hit it off well.

At first, Cthulhu had thought you were another of his "devoted" followers.

You found him sitting at his table, a newspaper in hand and a coffee in the other.

"Oh, Saint Alagadda... what show are you going to put on now!? Hello?! Task Force!! Another one got in!!"

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Excuse me?"

You cringed, and he stopped yelling once he realized you weren't stripping or yelling insanities.

"You're not going to smear your blood and/or fluids on my walls…?" He asked, warily.

"WHAT!?? No?? What made you think that??"

He narrowed his beady eyes.

"Well, can't rule you out yet... You might just be faking it..."

"Right..."

"Trust issues much…" (He glared at you).

"In the meantime, you can stay...mm... over there." He pointed to the furthest corner from him possible.

You obeyed and sat in the corner, not making your case any better, since obeying him made it look like you were following his commands as your “god”.

Whenever you were pushed into these experiments, the researchers never gave you any information on the anomaly. Normally you don't care, but you would've appreciated some info on this one. By far, this one has made it to the top of your list of "Top Ten Weirdest first impressions."

You remained in the corner for hours a day to maximize as much exposure as possible (occasionally you got breaks and check-ups from the personnel). At the 2-month mark, Cthulhu had become pretty fond of you. He was very relieved that you showed no signs of wanting to perform rituals for him.

He allowed you to join him at his table and provided you with your very own cup of coffee! (If coffee isn't up to your taste, he's more than happy to supply you with anything else. Well, anything that the Foundation will allow).

Your relationship with Cthulhu got stronger as he invited you to join him in his many video games. Be it horror, indie, action, survival, or RPG, he's happy to be able to play with someone who views him only as a friend.

"You know, I'm happy you're different. It's nice that I can finally interact with someone without them flashing their cloaca at me."

"... Do I even want to know?"

As time passed, you two got to know more and more about each other. It took Cthulhu some time to open up after the "Massy's Big Chance" incident. You found out that Cthulhu had run away from home when his dad wouldn't stop projecting his sex cult on him. Yikes. You comforted him the best you could.

However, when he really started to like you (platonically) was the time when his worshippers broke into his cell again, and he found out that you weren't just a regular human.

This time, he was in the shower, and you were the unfortunate one to fall victim.

Cue in 3 naked, sex-crazed humans.

"What the actual fuck... How did you three get in here??" You had a newspaper in your hands and were sitting at his place at the table.

They spared you no less than a glance and made their way toward the bathroom.

"Uh, the hell? You can't go in th-"

You made the mistake of grabbing onto one of the humans' arms, and they quickly pulled out a knife and stabbed your arm.

You shrieked, alerting Cthulhu. Although being immortal, you could still feel pain, and god did this hurt like a bitch.

Cthulhu came rushing out, grabbing his follower's attention.

"Oh, great one! We've come to liberate you!"

He paid no mind to them, his focus was on you and your bleeding arm. Which didn't look well in his follower's eyes.

"Oh, sweet Alagadda! Are you oka-" He started to make his way towards you when one of his followers jumped in front of him.

"But first, we'll start with a sacrifice!"

"This one will do!"

One of the humans grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. He raised his knife, and before he could reach your neck, he got sucker punched into a wall by Cthulhu. Really unexpected considering Cthulhu's nature.

He scooped you up in his arms, not letting anyone touch you till the Task Force arrived with medics.

"Don't worry... I just so happen to be immortal…" Your voice strained and weak as you tried not to pass out from the blood loss.

"WHAT??"

You ended up fainting anyways.

Fast-forward...

"Never thought you could actually hit someone."

You sat on the floor, leaning against Cthulhu's shoulder. Your arm was tightly bandaged, despite your protests.

He sighed. "Neither did I... Must've been the adrenaline."

Cthulhu was still annoyed that you hadn't told him earlier about your immortality.

"To be fair, you never asked."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm just glad you're safe."

He smiled in his own unique way and you returned the gesture. You two spent the afternoon playing Animal Crossing together and blabbering about anything that crossed your minds.

That day, Cthulhu promised himself to protect you at all costs. Perhaps, one day, when he's "older" you two will live together in a house. Playing all the video games possible and away from anyone that could tear you two apart. ──────────────────────── Cites: “SCP-2662 - SCP Foundation.” The SCP Foundation, 15 March 2023, https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2662. (Official info on SCP-2662)

“SCP-2662 | Heroes Wiki | Fandom.” Heroes Wiki, https://hero.fandom.com/wiki/SCP-2662. (Additional info on SCP-2662)

Bierman, Ed. “Skeeve Online - SCP Foundation.” The SCP Foundation, 15 December 2022, https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/skeeve-online. (Massy's Big Chance incident)

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[betterthanyalls]

Requests are open:)

Requests include: Oneshots, crackshots, headcanons, imagines, and more:)

All writing will be turned into ‘X Reader’ in some shape or form cause that’s all I know how to write

Masterlist What I will write

SFW

Angst (I’m a sucker for it)

Songfics

Fluff

Anything in between

Fem, Male, and GN reader

Yandere

Gore

What I won’t write

NSFW

LGBTQ+ (In the nicest way possible, I don't have enough experience with this and I want to be able to write accurately)

Kidnapping

Torture

Anything illegal (minor x adult, drugs, etc.)

Character x character (i have no idea how to write those)

These can have exceptions under certain characters.

Fandoms I write for

The Amazing Digital Circus

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Toon Quest

Lego Monkey Kid

Five Night’s At Freddy’s

Moon Knight

Inside Out 1&2

EPIC: The Musical

Other fandoms when requested

I will take requests for other fandoms

Frequently asked questions:

When will you answer questions?

Usually every day I will check unless something important happens. I’m still in school so weekdays I will answer after 4pm EST unless I have the day off.

How long will it take you to write?

It will take a little bit for each one depending on how big of a request it is. I promise I am working on it, it just may take me a while. Plus I’m still in school so I also have to manage projects and homework.

Will you ever change what you won’t write?

I put things I am uncomfortable with there, so probably not. I can make small exceptions.

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This info dump may change from time to time, so keep up!

Go ahead and request, I will answer! :D

[charlieischaos]

posting a chapter of my oneshots bc yall deserve to see it

Snow Day

|| He/She 035, She/Her 049! (switching it up, modern day chat) ||

|| In which 035 and 049 escape to the Class D courtyard to play in the snow. ||

035 awoke, having slept just for the hell of it. Containment sucked, he never got the chance to ever see outside the foundation. But he was gonna change that.

It was late November, the foundation had started setting up for Christmas. Decorations were hung in certain areas of the facility and Mariah Carey could be occasionally heard from a distance. She’d defrosted earlier that month. Nobody liked that.

035 made her way to 049’s containment, wanting to get her to join him on this silly adventure. She was super excited to see the snow since she’d heard from others that it was actually snowing for once. She hadn’t seen snow in gods knows how long and it wasn’t something she was gonna miss out on. She got to 049’s containment chamber and opened her door using one of the many stolen keycards.

“Darling!~ I’ve got a stupid idea, and I want you in on this.” she said in a sing-songy type voice.

“Will it risk our lives?” 049 instantly asked, really not wanting to get her hands dirty with violence today.

“I don’t think so- y’know the Class D courtyard?” she asked in reply.

“Yes.. why? What are you planning?” 049 skeptically asked. She really didn’t trust him.

“Sooo I’d heard from others that it was snowing, and I figured maybe you’d wanna go see the snow with me!”

049 instantly perked up at that, interested at the mention of snow. “That actually sounds quite pleasant. Alright, I shall join you,” and she got up from her bed to join 035 on this little quest to see the outside.

It was a bit manic to get to the courtyard, having to sneak past guards and not get spotted by the Class D (though many saw them, they wouldn’t dare snitch). Eventually they made it to the courtyard and both looked out at the sight. It was stunning, something they hadn’t seen in ages. A thick blanket of snow covered the semi-enclosed field, snow continuously pouring from the sky. 035 practically squealed at the sight and was now extremely fidgety, stimming from the amount of excitement it was feeling. 049 looked at her in amusement and then shifted her own focus to the snow and how gorgeous it was.

That was until 035 decided to ruin the picture perfect scene by laying in the snow to make snow angels.

“Gosh you’re so childish sometimes Dyo..” she muttered in a lighthearted way.

“You signed up for this by being my girlfriend doc, cope.” 035 said in retaliation.

049 gave in, not bothering to argue, “Yes, I suppose I did..” and she sat next to 035. “Your clothes are going to get soaked, you’re lucky you can just get a new host, otherwise I’d start complaining that you’d get sick. Not that you can get sick.”

“You worry way too much.” 035 remarked, pulling 049 down by the hand to lay next to her.

And the two laid there, relishing in the snow. The cold weather was overwhelmed by the warm feeling of love the two shared as they laid there hand in hand in the snow.

[theallianceofcelestials]

Hi! I'm re-reading SEA again because I need some family fluff rn and that mention of SCP 049 in the first chap reminded me- I've been wondering, are animatronics (and/or whatever KC and the family are) unaffected by the 'death touch' thing 049 has? Eclipse seems to be pretty chill with the guy lol

I think it would work on them, because they're alive, but the good doctor wouldn't think they could get the Pestilence, which he'd be really happy about probably, so he wouldn't attempt touching them to give them a check over. Or it's possible he'd think they can get the Pestilence, but he doesn't think any of them has it

And well SCP-049 is otherwise a pretty chill guy, so as long as you're polite to him you're fine

[theres-a-body-here]

Thanacon's Scumtober (2023)

A collection of Whumptober, Flufftober, and Kinktober all in one month. Fluff=🌸, Whump=💀, Kink=⛓️

Day 1 - The Oni (Shibari) ⛓️

Day 2 - Bill Overbeck (Age Difference) ⛓️

Day 3 - Simon "Ghost" Riley (Spanking) ⛓️

Day 4 - Polar Patroller (Distractions) ⛓️

Day 5 - Montgomery Gator (Size Difference) ⛓️

Day 6 - Micah Bell (Drunk Sex) ⛓️

Day 7 - Gabriel Reyes (Agony) 💀

Day 8 - John Price (Pet Play) ⛓️

Day 9 - The Demogorgon (Monsterfucking) ⛓️

Day 10 - Legoshi (Knotting) ⛓️

Day 11 - Asgore Dreemurr (In Heat) ⛓️

Day 12- Glamrock Freddy (Rimming) ⛓️

Day 12.5 - Fia, Deathbed Companion (Death's hold) 🌸

Day 13 - Reinhardt Wilhelm (Somnophilia) ⛓️

Day 14 - Guts, the Black Swordsman (Marking) ⛓️

Day 15 - Albert Wesker (Gun Play) ⛓️

Day 16 - Enji Todoroki (Casual Sex) ⛓️

Day 17 - Dwight Fairfield (Mutual Masturbation) ⛓️

Day 18 - SCP-049 (Medical Play) ⛓️

Day 19 - Danny Johnson (Knife Play) ⛓️

Day 20 - Ramattra (Technophilia) ⛓️

Day 21 - Arthur Morgan (Exsanguination) 💀

Day 22 - Kugo Sakamata (Aquaphilia) ⛓️

Day 23 - Kieran Duffy (Omorashi) ⛓️

Day 24 - Night's Cavalry (Tender Sex) ⛓️

Day 25 - Dutch Van Der Linde (Slow Dancing) 🌸

Day 26 - Blaidd the half-wolf (Aphrodisiac) ⛓️

Day 27 - Alexander Nox (Breath Play) ⛓️

Day 28 - Guzma & Golisopod (Cuckholding) ⛓️

Day 29 - Bobbies (Gangbang) ⛓️

Day 30 - Cole Cassidy (Public Sex) ⛓️

Day 31 - Yagi Toshinori (Praise) ⛓️

[scpaftermathau]

(◕ᴥ◕) Contents Page (◕ᴥ◕)

Yay! Here it is, have fun reading and looking at the story and the drawings! All the stuff here is in canonical order, and it will be updated whenever I make something new for the lore. Quick key; 🎨 means art, 🖋 means narrative, and 🖍 means trivia, author's notes and tidbits that otherwise don't fit into the flow of the narrative.

Files

🖋 The Ivories of Thanatos (OC)

Character Profiles

🖍 SCP 682 🖍 SCP 049 🖍 SCP 096 🖍 SCP 079 🖍 SCP 035 🖍 Ms. Arachne (OC) 🖍 The Pack (OC) 🖍 SCP 049-J 🖍 SCP 049-J-2

Before (Occured before the breach)

🖍 Birdfolk 🎨 Infant God (TW; Blood, implied malnourishment) 🎨 Round Fluff 🖍 Rot Trivia 🎨🖋 Cave Symbols No.1 🎨🖍 Arachne's Introduction 🖋 Normal People (TW; Medical malpractice, brief gore & bodily mutilation) 🎨 Baby Birds 🖋 Midnight (TW; Implied SA) 🖋 Dawn 🖋 Nurture/Nature 🖋 Imminent 🎨🖍 Staff Memo 🎨🖋 Tutoring 🖋 Swan Song (TW; Descriptions of gore, Death) 🖋 Regret

During (Occured during the breach)

🖋 Motives pt.1 🖋 Motives pt.2

After (Occured after the breach)

🖋 Blurry Lines 🖋 Camp Meeting 🖋 Quiet 🖋 Meandering (TW; Descriptions of gore, Blood) 🖋 Ouroboros

Other

🎨🖍 Dark Meme Compilation 🎨🖍 Revelation

[insomniac-djmm]

Intro (V3)

Requests Are: Closed Indefinitely

Well, hello there.

I'm Insomniac DJMM (call me DJ), and I'm a fanfic writer.

DNI if you are:

Homophobic, transphobic, if you post any NSFW at all, terf, pr0sh1p, pr0-para (only the harmful ones, aka the big three), a z00/p3d0phile, and other DNI criteria.

Please be kind.

Lemme tell you a bit about myself.

I'm 14-years-old.

I'm genderfluid, use all pronouns, and I'm asexual and biromantic.

I prefer he/him pronouns.

I like cats, BABYMETAL, CG5, Dawko, my VR, sweets, FNaF, and sleeping.

I am Filipino-American.

A lot of what I write for is just silly lil fixations of mine.

Let me tell you about what I'll write for.

These are the fandoms I will write for:

Undertale

Deltarune

Friday Night Funkin' (along with the Garcello and Hex mods.)

Five Nights at Freddy's

Bendy and the Ink Machine

KinitoPET

Mouthwashing (including Jimmy)

and I will also write for the SCP Foundation! Below is the list of characters I will write for.

Dr. Jack Bright/Elias Shaw (I do not support his creator.)

Dr. Alto Clef

Dr. Charles Ogden Gears

Dr. Agatha Rights

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Dr. Simon Glass

SCP-035

SCP-049

Professor Kain Pathos Crow (only platonically!)

SCP-166 (only platonically!)

Dr. Theron Sherman

and I'll maybe even try to write for an MTF or O5 member if it's ever requested.

I'll write for any genre:

Comfort, fluff, angst, etc., just not smut.

I am asexual and a minor, and most importantly, I pride myself on my works being safe for my fellow asexuals to read.

This is not gatekeeping! Allosexual people are free to read my works and interact with my page.

As a repulsed asexual person, I have always struggled with finding stuff I was comfortable with reading, so I hope to help out those who may have the same issue.

Cool people to follow.

@ballpitbee Did the art I've got set as my banner image and profile picture.

That's all. Take care, lots of love, and stay safe .

— DJ

[vulturelined]

Masterlist & fandoms

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ nick | 19 | he/him new writer, new blog๋࣭ ⭑ mdni on nsfw posts taking requests

fandoms i'll write for;

One piece (main atm)

SCP foundation

TF2

Resident evil (4,8)

Sally face

Creepypasta

Don't hug me I'm scared

Welcome home

Masterlist:

ONE PIECE

Alejandro (Buggy x fem!reader)

Fluff Sanji drabble

Fluff Buggy drabble Another fluff buggy drabble

Buggy with fake-confident reader

Sanji nsfw drabble

Buggy with yandere fem S/O

Sanji helps get shampoo out of your eyes

SCP FOUNDATION

SCP-049 smut drabble

[qstea]

★ FANDOMS I WRITE FOR ★

SCP -

I WILL WRITE FOR: SCP-035, SCP-079, SCP-049, SCP-682

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR: Anybody that is not on the list.

Feel free to request any other SCPs you want me to write for, but most of the time I will decline.

Smut, Fluff, Angst, and any tropes are accepted. I will only write sexual content for SCP-035 and SCP-049.

UNDERVERSE -

I WILL WRITE FOR: Classic Sans, Geno, Cross, Nightmare, Dream, Ink, Error, Fatal Error, X!Chara, Murder Sans (Dust), Killer

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR: Any character that is not a Sans AU or is not present in Underverse (Exceptions are Murder and X!Chara)

Please do not attempt to request a character that is not in my list of characters I will write for.

Smut, Fluff, Angst, and any tropes are accepted. I will only write sexual content for Sans AUs, never for X!Chara.

DAYSHIFT AT FREDDY’S -

I WILL WRITE FOR: Davetrap, Dave Miller, Jack Kennedy, Steven, Peter, Dee

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR: Any characters that are not on the list. Feel free to request any and I’ll see if im comfortable writing for them.

I will only write platonic stuff for Dee or any children at all in Dayshift at Freddy’s.

Smut, Fluff, Angst, and any tropes are accepted. I will only write sexual content for Davetrap, Dave Miller and Jack Kennedy.

HAZBIN HOTEL -

I WILL WRITE FOR: Vox, Velvette, Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR: Valentino. Feel free to request anybody else and I’ll see if I’m comfortable enough to do them!

I will only write platonic stuff for Charlie and Vaggie. please do not request romantic or sexual stuff with them.

Smut, Fluff, Angst, and any tropes are accepted. I will only write sexual content for Vox, Angel Dust, and Husk. Alastor is canonically asexual so no smut for him! Sorry Alastor lovers!

please reblog my writing if you enjoy it!

[sixsixtwenty]

Masterlist

Hazbin Hotel

God x Reader

Helluva boss

...Nothing yet...

Scp Foundation

Scp 076-2 x Reader (Fluff + Smut)

Scp 049 x Male!Reader (Smut)

Scp 049 x Reader

Scp 590 x Reader (fluff)

Mouthwashing

...Nothing yet...

My hero Academia

All Might x Male!Reader Headcanons

Sanrio

...Nothing yet...

Castlevania (Netflix)

Dracula x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Varney x Reader

Dracula x Reader Headcanons (Smut)

[arctic-shard]

Outer Child, chapter 5

( Things ramp up severely because I have no setting between 'fluff' and 'horror'. The Ambassador says hello. 035 and 049 get scared but not hurt. )

Outer Child, chapter 5

Warnings: West gets half-strangled by a noose and breaks her own hand.

Words: 1500~

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Sleeping, Victoria realised, might be a problem.

Specifically, Victoria needed to sleep. Amica and the Doctor didn't. She was going to have to leave the two SCP-turned-toddlers unsupervised for eight hours.

There wasn't anything for it. At least there wasn't too much trouble the two could get into in her containment. Victoria went into her bathroom to change into her pyjamas - with socks and gloves - and get ready for bed. When she came out again, she looked down at Amica and the Doctor. "I have to sleep now," she told them. "I'll still be here. You can either come up on the bed and rest with me or continue to play quietly. I'll leave the lights and music on for you. If you need me, wake me up, understand?" They both nodded.

Victoria was surprised, though maybe she shouldn't have been, that they chose the first option. The Doctor snuggled back into her arms to be the little spoon, and Amica wrapped itself around the Doctor, cuddled up like kittens. They might get bored and wander off after a while, but for now she knew where they were and she could sleep.

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Victoria was awakened by screams. Vision still clouded by sleep, she made out a human figure standing beside the bed. Which put Amica and the Doctor between her and the intruder. Victoria grabbed the two small SCPs close, rolled over to deposit them by the wall, and started to turn back to the intruder.

A sharp pain under her jaw hoisted her to her knees, forcing her to look into the face of the intruder.

It had no face. Humanoid but not human. Never human. Tall, mummified in colourless rags, draped in chains, hands behind its back as it stared down without even disdain. She was below disdain. Victoria hadn't seen this being before - she hadn't been able to look at it, it had stood beside the Hanged King and Amica had warned her not to look at the Hanged King. But she knew this being with its aura of poison and pride.

This was the Ambassador of Alagadda.

The rough rope around her neck tightened, not enough to cut off her breath entirely. The Ambassador didn't speak, its voice simply sounded in her mind: So many mortals have thrown their lives away for the Black Lord. Do you really think you are special, little pawn?

Victoria couldn't speak, but knew it didn't matter. She projected all the confidence of a mortal chosen and beloved by the Black Lord of Anguish: Yes.

Amusing. But the faint trace of humour left its voice. This trope is idiotic. The Black Lord cannot remain this way. It is an embarrassment to Alagadda. An insult to our King's grand play.

Will you take the Black Lord to Alagadda so the Hanged King can restore it? asked Victoria.

Do you think our King a crass magician, a mere vendor of miracles? Blasphemous pawn, sneered the Ambassador. No. Our King is the author of the play, and a deus ex machina is poor writing. No, little pawn, when a trope is too foolish, a character too ruined, all that is left is a rewrite.

No!

It is not your choice.

We're doing what we can to restore everyone affected by the object back to normal! Give us time! Why is it so important that there are no children in Alagadda?

The Ambassador tilted its head. You ask me questions, little pawn? The role of the ensemble is to do as they are told, not question the director.

My role is greater than mere ensemble! I am a favoured consort of the Black Lord of Anguish! Victoria snapped back, trying to argue in a way an Alagaddan might listen to. Stories, it was all stories, according to Amica. Make it dramatic. I have stood before the Hanged King! I have earned a question!

Tsk. I do not like when mortals talk back to me as if I am a summoned spirit. Mortals should know their place. You are fortunate that I can smell your fear and desperation. Perhaps, little pawn, if you perform for me, I will deign to answer your question.

What do you want?

The Ambassador considered that. In a city of stories and lies, truth is a novelty. I would enjoy to hear you beg, but it would not be true - you are not one to grovel. So you will give me pain, of your own free will. Is an answer worth pain to you, little pawn?

It took all she had not to think, seriously, is that all? She'd died for less. Victoria lifted her left hand, palm facing the Ambassador. Amica, cover your eyes and the Doctor's.

She waited a few seconds, hoped Amica and the Doctor couldn't see, then reached her right hand up and ripped back on her left little finger before she could think about it too hard.

There was a crack and searing pain as her finger broke.

Of course it wasn't enough. The Ambassador sighed in bliss. Again.

Breaking her ring finger was worse, since now she knew how bad the pain would be.

Again, little pawn.

Victoria broke her middle finger, realising what a stupid bargain she'd made. How much would be enough for the Ambassador? Did it expect her to break every bone in her body?

Again.

Victoria broke her left forefinger. The Ambassador sighed again, but this time said, Balance.

Fuck you, that's it? Victoria thought before she could stop herself. I broke my fingers for 'there's no children in Alagadda because nobody really dies so it's population control'?

Smugness radiated from the Ambassador. Stupid, impulsive, and angry. You really are a perfect match for the Yellow Lord.

Fuck Odious too, snapped Victoria. Fine, so it's not population control, it's 'in a place where no one dies, no one can be born' and it's a metaphor for something. I was in STEM, not Arts and Literature. Either way, you can't kill the Black Lord. It's not really a child, it was transformed by some anomalous object. No birth, no death. No rule was broken.

The role was broken. There are no children in Alagadda, so a child cannot be the Black Lord. The noose began to tighten. I tire of you, pawn. You were a brief entertainment.

The bed jostled behind Victoria, and a few small hands gripped her arm. She couldn't see, head forced up as it was in the noose, but knew Amica was standing beside her, glaring up at the Ambassador. "Go away! No Ambassador! Go away!"

My lord, it is not your choice.

"No!" Amica yelled, with the determination only a contrary toddler had. "Go away!"

Our King commands -

"Liar!" Amica shrieked.

To Victoria's surprise, the Ambassador actually seemed taken aback by this. Amica had spoken enough about Alagadda to know that the Ambassador had no fear of the Humours, even when they were at full strength, which could only mean … The King didn't send you. You're just using the Black Lord's current weakness as an excuse to kill it and force the King to make a new one because you don't like this one.

"I'll tell," Amica threatened. "I'll tell our King. It'll be mad."

This was apparently a threat the Ambassador heeded. It took a step back and seemed to fade into the background. The rope that had been holding Victoria up on her knees vanished as well and she collapsed to the bed, gasping.

As soon as she had enough breath and the black spots faded from her vision, she ran for the bathroom and emptied her stomach into the toilet. It might have been the fear, for herself, for Amica, or just the unbearable presence of the Ambassador, but the encounter had left Victoria's guts churning.

She was still holding the toilet, not yet ready to stand again, when small hands patted her shoulder. Victoria looked over into a pair of wide gray eyes. "Victoria is sick?" asked the Doctor, worried.

"No, Doctor. I was scared. Sometimes being scared makes you feel sick. I'm fine now."

"Victoria is hurt."

"Yes. I need to get up and call for help." Every containment had a panic button, technically for researchers who got locked inside but sometimes the SCPs had reasons to use them. Right now, Victoria just wanted to rest a moment, no matter how badly her hand hurt.

"I help," said the Doctor firmly, and to Victoria's surprise, took a child-size doctor's bag out of himself.

Over the next few minutes, the Doctor proceeded to do a fairly good job of splinting Victoria's fingers with popsicle sticks and band-aids. The band-aids were purple with little cartoon ravens on them.

Wondering where the other one was, Victoria turned her head and found Amica hanging back by the bathroom door. "Are you okay, Amica?"

It nodded. "Ambassador went away. I told it to go away."

"Yes you did."

Victoria stood and went to the sink to rinse her mouth out and splash some water on her face. In the mirror, she could see the rope burn dark around her throat and splashed some water on that as well to try to soothe it a little. Then she went back out into the main room to find her glasses and summon help.

[charlieischaos]

@comedyloser you gave me your delicious headcanons so i’m giving you mine (beware they’re separated by category and may include other scps)

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Languages they’d speak

049:

* French

* English

* German

* Dutch/Flemish

* Greek

* Russian

* Latin

* Italian

* Medieval versions of those languages

035:

* Greek

* English

* A bit of French (like literally a tiny bit, 049 teaches him, he doesn’t focus he just likes 049 speaking French)

* A bit of Italian from being in Venice then getting trapped in that crypt

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Sexuality, Orientation, Gender and Pronouns

035:

* Sexual orientation: Pansexual

* Romantic orientation: Polyamorous but doesn’t want to date others cuz 049’s not poly (aka me irl)

* Gender identity: Genderfluid (always It/Its when it comes to the foundation but pronouns fluctuate)

049:

* Sexual orientation: Demisexual

* Romantic orientation: Biromantic demiromantic

* Gender identity: Demiboy (He/They) but also willing to use She/Her too

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Random fluff ones I thought of ages ago

* 049 is part crow, so whenever 035 gives him affection he makes bird noises bc happy :3

* 035 and 049 have days dedicated to talking about interests, they basically just take it in turns to have a day to talk to the other about a special interest of theirs

* they give gifts of people to each other (so 049 can cure and 035 has hosts)

* 049’s bag has basically anything and everything in it so he got supplies to hand-make pronoun bracelets for 035 (so he won’t have to remember to ask, it’s easier)

* breach dates!! mostly done by 035 who appears every now and then and just drags 049 out the cell to go have a silly date

* 049 learnt greek to be able to communicate to 035 in its native language as a surprise (035 defo cried)

* theres a D + D carved into the corner of 049’s surgical table, 035 did it with a scalpel it snuck from 049, yes it got reprimanded but they probably cuddled after

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035 Headcanons

* Hellenist

* It/Its and Genderfluid

* Panromantic, Hypersexual Asexual, Polyamorous but only dates 049

* Can speak quite a few languages but less than 049

* Likes to give everyone nicknames

* A massive theatre nerd, can and will make a fuck ton of references

* Likes to get hosts according to the gender it identifies as

* One manipulative mf

* Sadist. Very much a sadist.

* Loves performing and being in the spotlight

* Has ADHD, NPD, HPD and is Bipolar

* Doesn’t like many people

* Has trust issues

* Just a bit silly

* Breaches often, makes them extravagant

* Usually only breaches to see 049 or use 079 to play Minecraft and go on social media (literally runs his own social media accounts)

* “GREEK EMPIRE😍😍😍>>>>>>>Roman empire 🤮🤮🤮” -035, probably

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049 Headcanons

* Christian

* They/He

* Bisexual

* Can speak a lot of languages

* Owns at least 10 medical journals/first aid manuals

* Big on journaling, probably has a diary or two

* His writing is completely illegible like he’s the only one that can read it (think pharmacy handwriting but 10x worse and a cross between French, English, acronyms and unnecessarily shortened words)

* Has autism, depression and OCD

* Hates 035 but also loves 035, it’s weird

* Has an English accent but get him to speak French and it’s absolutely perfect, accent and pronunciation are impeccable

* Poshest mf ever

* Walks like he’s at remembrance parade (iykyk)

* Doesn’t like many SCPs but he has his close group of friends (035, 173, 999, 096, 106, 079 and 682)

* A clean freak and perfectionist (massive germophobe and very neurodivergent)

* Loves nature and would probably live in a cottage if he wasn’t contained in the foundation

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Average Lab experience (one shots)

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55914838 by Table_saw A stupid au thingy I made from maladaptive daydreaming a little bit too much (I'm a little cave-dwelling creature that likes to put all of my hyper fixations together into a bunch of madness) Words: 4, Chapters: 1/11, Language: English Fandoms: Gravity Falls, How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Rick and Morty, Undertale (Video Game), SCP Foundation, The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus), Bubble (The Amazing Digital Circus), Original Characters, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Ruffnut Thorston, Tuffnut Thorston, Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), SCP-106 (SCP Foundation), SCP-049 (SCP Foundation), SCP-035 (SCP Foundation), W. D. Gaster Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Tuffnut Thorston Additional Tags: This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Fluff and Crack, Why Did I Write This?, Trans Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Alternate Universe, Out of Character, This is so cringe and ooc it might just kill you, I basically just smashed all of my hyper fixations together, Caine but human (kind of), Bubbles is a white Maine coon mix, ⚠️CRINGE!!!!!!!⚠️, brain rot, Mad Science, Multiverse, Do not read at all costs please this sucks 🙏🙏🙏 read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55914838

[doyoulikethisjapanesesong]

also used to selfship with tails from sonic when i was............................ 9....? 10......????? idfk its been years

other past fictional crusehes have been.. foxy fnaf silver the hedgehog asriel undertale kagamine len bendy from batim meta knight wind archer cookie run scp 049 prince fluff king boo king dedede herobrine snufkin ect.

i cant sleep so maybe ill confess stupid shit. i used to selfship with zim when i was in middle school. i didnt even remember it until i found my old self insert fanart in a sketchbook earlier