#scp body code

[panopticon-dweller]

Have this really big page of me trying and failing to learn the body code. This is all definitely wrong

[red-hoods-left-sock]

I finally put my mediocre sewing skills to good use and this is the fourth thing I have ever made with a sewing machine

[imaginable-horror]

Discovered today that the body code from SCP: Find Us Alive is actually a fully realised thing, fully described on their website, so obviously I immediately had to mess around with it because like. It's so cool!!!! Big things happening here

I don't believe in rulers so honestly we should all be impressed by the janky mostly-straight lines I managed

The translation (assuming I did it right lol):

This code is really fun to do, actually, because you can play pretty fast and loose with the rules of it and change the sizing and layout pretty much however you want to make it look cooler. The phonetic spellings are a little tricky to figure out sometimes but this one wasn't too bad. Took me forever when I was trying to figure out how to spell out my own name though :p.

And here's me messing around with it trying to get everything to be done right and also look nice, just because I think it's silly and fun. Feel like the first half of the phonetic spelling is mega British and the latter half is Dracula-esque but shhhh it works if I say it does:

[anonymous-cringe-y-art]

not finished but im making a patch of my name in the body code! there's also gonna be the rift (scp 6320) and the foundation logo!

[raine-draws]

i wrote my username in body code and put it on my shoe

[forsaken-headcanons]

very long yap about my builderman hcs

(my interest with Roblox in general leaks into my Forsaken hcs so here is a link to a very old blog post so that you have context for the whole Lua thing: https://blog.haydz6.com/2007/02/encyclopedia-robloxica | Luatongue is a hc name I have for it but it basically means the same thing dw about it)

also, "^" means that a hc is related to the one(s) above it in some way

okay that's out of the way! come on everypony let's get started!!! /silly

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-Has a southern accent. It's not thick but it is noticeable. 

-Decently muscular.

-His physical body looks like a middle-aged dude, but Builder has existed for an insane amount of time. The Admins are not gods, but they aren't regular mortals either. 

-Was the first Admin. He actually created the admins as a group, along with Roblox HQ to keep some semblance of peace in Robloxia. Before the admins, Robloxia was an incredibly chaotic and dangerous place, with hackers, exploiters, mythical creatures, aliens, demons, angels, deities, gods, and a million other things running around doing whatever they wanted. The admins and Roblox HQ are like the SCP foundation but to a lesser extent. They don't go out of their way to deal with the supernatural, as they also function as the law/government, but they do try to keep the insane reality breaking dudes away from the general populace. 

-Builderman is really, REALLY good at Luatongue. This in addition to his creative thinking made him extremely powerful pre-Forsakening. He may have looked like a normal Robloxian, but he was an admin mainly because he was born with what was essentially divine knowledge that translated to god-like powers. However, when The Spectre took him to its realm, it made him forget nearly all of the Lua he knew, causing him to lose a nearly all of his power. 

-^Despite his extreme natural proficiency with Lua, Builderman is not the prophet, as he isn't able to effectively share what it means with others. Lua is less of a "language" and more of a way that the beings within Robloxia can manipulate the very fabric of Robloxia itself. For anyone who isn't the prophet, telling someone who doesn't have a natural connection to Luatongue how to use it is nearly impossible. It's not even known how the prophet is supposed to share Lua with Robloxia, only that they will have some special ability to do so. 

-^Has notes that he works on periodically of what he can remember about Luatongue. Usually, "working" on these notes entails him sitting somewhere racking his brain for any scraps of it he can remember, jotting it down, and then pondering over the notes to try and gain back more memories of it. 

-^Builderman's knowledge of Lua was among one of the few things that The Spectre couldn't directly prevent the forsaken robloxians from using. The Spectre may be an extremely powerful entity, but it is, by a long shot, not powerful enough to override the code that is the very foundation of the universe. It had actually written off getting a hold of Builderman completely before it got the idea to make him forget Luatongue, and even that was extremely difficult for it, especially since he fought back against being taken by The Spectre, which it wasn't used to it's victims being strong enough to do so. The only reason it managed to pull it off was because Builderman was so focused on his fight with The Spectre and simultaneously resisting it's attempts to transport him to it's realm, that he didn't realize that Spectre was altering his mind as well until it was too late.

-Builderman cannot directly destroy things with Lua; he is only able to create. It's easy for him to work around this because he can just. create something destructive. But Builderman can't straight up use Luatongue to destroy. 

-When he was younger, he created a "focus" item of sorts. It was a trowel, and while it looked normal, it had a certain energy to it. Builderman created the trowel because while he had an unheard of ability to use Lua, he didn't have fine control over his powers. Without the trowel, he can make a wall. With his trowel, he can make a castle-sized wall, or a wall fit for a dollhouse, or even a regular wall the size of what would be in a house, of any color imaginable, and made out of whatever he'd like. 

-^ a secondary thing the trowel does: anyone holding it will be able to walk in the air at will. When he made the trowel, Builderman gave it this property so that he'd be able to get better views on whatever it was he was making at the moment. After he started taking on the role of the regulator of Robloxia, it turned out that being able to basically fly was really useful. 

-^sometimes when he was younger and just messing around, he'd stand like. Fully horizontally in the air just for the laughs. #1 at the lying down game /j 

-^obviously, he doesn't have his trowel with him in The Spectre's realm. Builderman had a deep emotional attachment to it, and misses it sometimes. 

-Even without the use of his weird god-language-powers, Builderman is really good with tech and engineering-type stuff. 

-He naturally has the general vibe of a leader, and this combined with his role pre-Forsakening means that the survivors will nearly always listen to him and do what he says. The other admins also have some authority, but he's got the most. 

BUILDERMAN HEADCANONS WOOHOOOO!!!! he 100% has a slight southern accent. He feels like the type of guy to have one.

[vincenzonova]

I hope you don't mind me picking at your brain for the Code Lyoko stuff you've made. Mostly about the classes, are there just three? Force, Strike and Creative or are there more. Also if it's just three it creates a well fitting fighter-mage-thief dynamic which is very cool. And going off that Im assuming that for the OG designs William is Force class, Odd, Yumi and Ulrich are Strike Class and Aelita is obviously a Creative Class Did I get that right?

I'd love a chance to ramble about this concept rn, so sorry if this is a little long. I'm not completely married to there only being three, but for the time being, yes.

The three classes were designed as a way for the supercomputer to appropriately assign powers and weapons that complimented the natural abilities of the person being scanned (granted this was 80s technology and even though Hopper and his team were operating with some SCP-level tech, it still wasn't always exact or perfect)

Creativity Class: Assigned to individuals who were not particularly strong or fast but whose CT scans showed enhanced activity in the creative regions of the brain. Typically given weightless energy-based weapons and environmental abilities. Distinguished by elf ears (because Hopper was a nerd and a Tolkien fan in his youth). Examples: Aelita, Jeremie, Milo (William's Clone) Hopper

Force Class: Assigned to individuals who show promising physical strength. They are not given any secondary physical features but are fitted with body armor and weapons that best align with their developed muscles. Their powers are designed to assist in combat if needed, but take a lot of strength to wield for very long. Examples: Yumi, Ulrich, William, Jim

Strike Class: Assigned to individuals who have more agility, natural energy or above-average senses. They are given lightweight or long-range weapons meant for quick and quiet offensive measures. Their natural abilities are often 'boosted' and their secondary powers are designed to assist their party outside of combat, rather than during. These powers, however, take a lot of energy from the supercomputer and have to be used sparingly (Odd's future-vision makes use of the machine's quantum-computing to map out probable event outcomes down to an atomic level, effectively being a Micro-Return-To-The-Past command). Strike-class avatars are distinguished by animalistic features such as tails/horns/claws/etc. Examples: Odd, Sissi

(Strike-Class is very ADHD-coded)

Across all classes, most of the avatar-assets that were pre-programmed into computer are of Japanese or Indonesian origin (An incredible coincidence for the Lyoko Warriors since Kadic Academy taught Pencak Silat)

Hope that all makes sense!

[sixsixtwenty]

hi, hi💜 i was wondering if i could request SCP-076-2 x reader fluff/smut mix? :3 might be 2 vague, but go wild!!

i am bordeline obsessed with that man. (1 of my multiple husbandos so sue me.)

so. BET BUSTER. srry if it's short and shitty I've been going through some shit.

scp 076-2 x Reader

(fluff + smut)

You and Able have been dating for a little while now, around 1-2 years so average relationship! it has been VERY hard for him for the concept of relationships. let alone love.

(c'mon he's like 10,000 years old or something. gove this man a break relationship standards keep changing like plz-)

at first when he even remotely caught feelings he's not even accepting it. not even acknowledge it. he's just "well ok. i hate that. I'm gonna kill people."

but it's been bugging him over and over with his feelings about you, he's doubting the feelings and just thinks it's just another form of hate.

but every fucking time you're around or even walk past him let alone be in his eye sight he's crumbling.

sometimes even some guards around him who even caught a glimpse of his face could've sworn his cheeks becoming a bit pink.

(not able giving them a death stare right after)

he just didn't know how to adress it or even adress it at all and just let it fix itself.

but then someday you came up to him and did the dumbest (or luckiest) move and told him those 3 magical words.

he was. baffled. quite baffled.

"I love you."

"what?.."

"i love you Able."

"..."

He was. staring. staring into your soul? no. he's trying to stare into your mind.

but when he just kept staring you suddenly kissed his cheek..you kissed his cheek?

oh shit his cheeks are red CODE RED-

and literally 1-2 years later he's Your Boyfriend.

it's very quick to him but yet he isn't complaining.

and the day you brought up that you just wanted to be fucked by him/fuck him. (YOU SINNER! SATAN! COME GET EM-)

he was thinking about it because if you remember. he isn't opposed to sex. but now that you're here.

he's considering it.

eventually he finds himself in your room (he destroyed all the cameras too <3)

while you are just undressing yourself. your chest fully exposed to him and your sex showing.

in all it's glory.

his eyes are wandering all over especially to your sex wich is kinda surprising! but he's super into it.

and when your eyes stravel over to his body. his very muscular olive skinned body. your eyes also travel to his sex. noticing that he's pretty damn hard.

and gah dayum is he hard. he looks almost 10inch big. and you're like "well i hope that fits".

you throw yourself onto him (with his consent ofc bc consent is VERY sexy)

(im sorry in very tired rn so- no horny rn)

you stick his cock all the way into your mouth trying to deepthroat him while he's a grunting mess. and by the time he cums your mouth is filled to the brim.

trying to swallow it all before he just pins you down on the bed and fucking you into the mattress. (have you seen this man bro?)

he's incredibly rough once he gets the hang trying to fill your ass with his liquids (cum.) while you're holding onto dear life.

"you're fucking up my insides!"

"im not killing you."

"FEELS LIKE IT....but it's hot."

after you two finish up and you being a complete pastry because of a certain someone.

you just cuddle up to him. pushing your face into his chest doing this wiggle motion as if you're comfy asf. (let's be honest. his chest id both soft n squishy+ hard af)

wrapping your limbs around him. and him doing the same to you, his long hair hanging down and tickling some of your skin

it was. a very nice scenario for you.

you wrap your blanket around you both not caring if any of the forbidden juices land on the blanket.

he could've sworn you purred.

Able just feels at peace. just knowing that you're there for him. that you won't leave him

you're the only one who truly let yourself near him and didn't scream for your life.

"you're the only one.."

[echantedtoon]

Hello There ~

BREAKING NEWS: Possessed mask attempts to seduce local female scientist with his egotistical personality!! When interviewing (anomalies-) witnesses they had this to say.

"Reid's tired of his shit", claims fellow scientist. "He's a simp but he keeps denying it."

"I'm going to break him to pieces and bury his retched being in so many places, not even the man claiming to be God in this damned prison can put him back together!," threatened an anomalist bird man whom wishes to remain anonymous.

More news after the break-

(I dunno anymore, I just got lazy with the summery. Once again thank you to @wolveria for giving me permission to write something based on her works. Again please check out her own Scp, Star Wars, and other works. They're all pretty good. He might be ooc because this is like the second ever time writing for him. Now for the obligatory warnings-

Warnings for Dyo possessing a guy, technically the guy he's possessing is dead so warnings for that, Dyo IS his own warning, and some possible innuendos.)

The clock upon the wall ticked down the seconds of the face to face reaction.

TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.

Footsteps thudded down the halls, a reinforced prison of concrete and metal intertwined.  The marching of soldiers towards some unforseen battle yet to take place. The significance of their duty weighed heavily on them all. Heavy battle gear weighing down their steps and weapons in hand as they stood at attention to the ones who would be arriving at the end of their possible lives.

The clock struck midday and the ticks and rocks chimed in time with the footsteps now coming down the hall past the row of armed guards. White Lab coats swayed from bodies as they walked determined down the hall to the very sealed door that awaited them.

"Are you sure you want to do this? We don't know what he's capable of. He's unpredictable!"

"I'll be fine. This has to be done and I'm the only one who was assigned to this task."

"Are you sure you want to go alone in there?"

"It must be this way. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"*sigh* Alright. But if you feel like you're in any danger at all, just give the word and we'll cut this interview immediately." 

"I know. Open the door."

She stood there and held her head high as the other scientist backed away as an armored guard was shaking as he reached out to typed the code into the side panel. With a heavy clicking sound, the fated gate sealing back the hell within. With a loud screaming creak and push from a guard, it fell open inviting her within before the evil got out. Her breath was shaking as she exchanged one last look with her fellow man before inhaling a shaking breath, steeling her nerves, and slowly starting to make her way into the belly of the beast.

The darkness which was inside was known for his sinister ways and even more evil character. The charming friendly exterior merely a facade for the wolf underneath. Gentle words sweetened by poison. Kind smile hiding sharpened teeth. Kind touches laced with sins gripped in fists. Halo being held up by devil horns. The wolf under sheep's clothing wasn't even a wolf but a monster twisted and exotic hiding within a wolf's fur to disguise itself as a normal menace. A monster who hunts but also feels and desires.

Who preys on innocent humans.

Who sees them as nothing but puppets. Dolls for his amusement.

Who's wicked whims knows no bounds. Who knows what this evil will do next?

"Why HELLO there!~ I've been waiting for you forever.~"

She could only feel her eyelid twitch in irritation from the mere sight of the entity before her. The heavy shutting off the door sealing behind her being the only answer to the voice.

The atmosphere was tense. Always was with this particular entity. The entire cell she stood before was proof of that as well. Reinforced with thick concrete walls so thick it'd stop even a bulldozer in it's tracks, the only none concrete surfaces within the square prison cell of walls were the thick iron door behind her and the reinforced glass window she was looking through in front of her. The only source of light being from a single light illuminated in the very center of the ceiling with just enough shine to let the entity in the center of the room be known.

"No 'honey I'm home'? Oh now that stings."

The man- No. The THING before her. A stolen body sitting at the table like he was as human as she was, however the mask he wore gave him away. Quite literally unfortunately. The bring white smile. The white porcelain mask of death being worn by a man's body long dead and now a sick meat puppet for the mask to control as he pleased. Black liquid oozing from the orifices and staining the skin like a sick canvas.

He had the audacity to sit down at the table placed in the room and clasped those stolen hands together to lay his head upon them. Wide permanent smile on it's face. One hand detached to waggle fingers at her. 

"Good evening, Ried.~ Have you come to perhaps relieve me from my chained despair?~"

Oh you wish. Is what she wanted to say but instead she inhaled and continued on over to the table to take a seat on the other side. "I'll be conducting a mandatory interview with the SCP designated as zero three five also known as 'the possessive mask.'" She did nothing but follow protocol ignoring his less than innocent demeanor and slowly taking her seat across from him. "This interview is taking place at sight twenty on December first twenty twenty four."

"Are you really going to give me this boring speech again?," he inquired tilting his head to a degree that was absolutely inhumanly possibly. Perhaps a shock factor? 

"Due to the nature of containment and history of said subject, your cooperation in these proceedings is required under penalty for any and all privileges-"

"Can we just skip to get the good part already?" The interruption was followed by a splay of hands gesturing everywhere. "It's always this boring front you all repeat like a broken record. Why don't you at least mix it up a little bit? Ask me something engaging like do I know what I'm actually doing when I get a body." She resisted the urge to fake puke as he leaned forward. "That's a yes for the record.~"

Her scowl must've been slipping through but she decided to take a breath and continue. Just remember to remain calm. A reaction was what he was looking for. "Any and all privileges revoked. Does the subject understand what the terms are?"

A sigh left him. "You're not even going to try to not be boring?"

"This isn't about having fun," her deadpanned voice bluntly stated scowling at him. "It's about having a serious talk with you. If your recent good behavior persists then you might be able to get more privileges. More interviews."

Like she expected his demeanor was anything but cooperative. "That's all you pills want to do is talk. Not that I don't mind telling my life story but you all don't seem to appreciate the efforts I make."

"It's because most of the time you throw tantrums until you get your way or you try to steer the conversation away from the actual subject." Like he was once again doing now. "If your good behavior persists then you'll be able to get out more which would require more ...host's for you to continue talking to you."

She knew access to humans was one thing this degenerate would want and when his head perked up in interest, she knew he was at least listening to what she was saying. Her hands held up the papers for him to see. It was just a few test questions to gauge to see if his recent 'good behavior' deserved to be looked into more or more specifically to see if it'd be worth endangering staff to try and get more information on him. The choice to let him out of the glass box he was usually contained in and dangle a D Class personnel like tempting a dog with a bone was insane. But she wasn't paid to question the mental stability of her higher ups.

"More? Real people too?!"

With a small sigh through her nose she nodded. "Yes. But only if the higher ups approve."

"HA! Deal! But remember I'll be holding you to it."

Her deadpanned look couldn't have been more obvious. "Right. Well before that I need you to confirm that you understand the terms of this."

"Fine. Whatever."

"Then let us begin." It was uneasy to sit down so close to an anomalist entity even if he's still in a cell and on the other side of the glass. Things always had the potential of going wrong, that's why precautions were made but even then she hoped he would mess up so they'd have an excuse to put him back in that glass box. "Alright. First question. What are your thoughts on your current host body?"

"Oh. This old thing?" A hand outstretched when an arm extended out, rolling the wrist and flexing the digits allowing a few black droplets to drop onto the table provided to him. Their splits ending in small burn sounds as the black sludge age away at the wooden exterior before he simply shrugged it's temporary shoulders. "What can I say? He's sturdy and strong enough to last at least..Oh. I don't know. Four maybe five hours if I take good care of him before he completely melts away."

"That's it? Nothing else to say about him?"

A hand grabbed the color of the orange, now stained black and slowly disintegrating along with the flesh and bone underneath. "Well a little change in wardrobe might be nice. I mean come on. After a while orange gets redundant. Why not spice it up a little bit? Let me express myself!" His hands mimicked ones actions of adjusting and invisible tie. "A suit perhaps. I think I'd look quite charming in a bowtie wouldn't you agree?~"

Her eyes slowly blinked. "Out of all the things you find discomforting about the bodies you take is the fashion? Nothing else?"

"Hey. You guys don't care about these guys anymore than I supposedly do if you use them for things like giving them ol' Doc a new toy to play with. At least with me they don't feel pain."

"Fascinating. Anything else to say about it before we move into the next question?"

The head nodded. "Yes!"

"What is it?"

"This dear fellow was of French decent. You know what that means?"

"No..What does it mean?"

Instead of answering normally, in one swooping motion he leaned himself halfway off the chair 'dramatically' pressing a hand to his forehead while together kicking up a leg.

"It means you can interview me like one of your French girls!~"

She sat there staring at him before sighing and pressing her forehead to the papers she held with a groan knowing fully well that everything was being seen by others through the security camera in the corner of the room. 

"Why can't you just be normal around me?"

To which he laughed. "Y'know this technically means I can French kiss now too.~"

"Fat chance."

"I have a chance then! And it's a fat one! What luck on my part today!"

With a sigh she felt herself rub her temples as he chuckled. Why was this always her luck with these creatures?

[theallianceofcelestials]

Drabble of Mirror Sun and Moon having to take care of Solar

OR

BM and Solar bonding

(You don’t have to I just rlly like your Drabble and stories)

-🍓

It's uncle time

Solar hasn't been able to move for like, the past hour or so. Probably has to do something with him collapsing, but that might just be a hunch.

Sun's currently wrapped around him, keeping him under the blanket he forced them to share, meanwhile Moon's grumbling away on the floor, holding his legs in an uncharacteristically soft grip. If he didn't know him, he might actually think he cares.

"Nothing seems to be wrong with them, so it's probably something with your processor."

Not like he didn't know that already. It's not like his code is trying to rip itself apart or anything.

"But if I check that too I'm going to assume there's nothing different about it."

Sun tightens his hold on him, bringing up a hand to caress his rays. He leans into the comforting touch with a sigh

He's so damn tired of this

"Hopefully this is just one of those one off things. Maybe even a result of yesterday."

Yeah, that might just be his luck. Because waking up in agony and being unable to move and touch things isn't enough to whatever force is making him suffer.

"Let's hope it's that and not your condition worsening."

At this point he wouldn't be surprised.

He just wants out of this honestly.

He tunes out whatever happens after that, contemplating his body, his existence, himself and the world in general. He doesn't think he cares about being here honestly

"Hey"

He jumps as hands grab his head, focusing back to find Moon right in front of him, looking at him with a frown.

"You back with us Sol?"

God he hates that nickname. Moon's the only one who uses it, and it always makes him feel fuzzy and warm.

"Moony, I don't think he's well."

"Well, work your kitchen magic then Sunny! While you make him killer pancakes I'll give him a massage"

Then he kneels back down on the floor, taking hold of his legs in the same gentle and soft grip, and begins working. It's humiliating just how fast he turns him into putty.

Sun gives his forehead a little kiss, then he's getting up and leaving. A little voice in his head cries out for him to come back, to not leave him alone with Moon.

But nothing happens. The SCP just continues to kneel on the ground and massage him. It's weird.

He gets lost in it again, but he's not bothered by anyone to stay awake, so he doesn't try. If they wanted him to be aware, they'd tell him.

He still somewhat processes the smells of pancakes floating in the air, still registers how the lunar bot begins sliding upward, until he's pulled into his lap and his shoulders get the same delightful treatment and he most defenitely registers the soft humming coming from behind him.

It's comforting.

When he's nudged awake, it's to fluffy pancakes with chocolate syrup and a true monstrosity of a dessert coffee before him.

"I know KC doesn't like coffee, but you can have some just this once. We won't tell our brother."

Sun winks at him, and Solar smiles, letting Moon position them into something more comfortable.

Sometimes he has the best uncles in the world. Sometimes

[yourfaveisintersex]

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS!

This post is long. Just so you know. Prepare to do a lot of scrolling and reading.

"Who are you?"

My name's Judas! I'm also called the Choir System, since I have polyfragmented DID. We use he/him pronouns collectively, but you can use plural they/them if you're referring to multiple parts in our system.

I'm an intersex adult who semi-randomly decided to make this blog after getting out of the shower one day, and now make low-effort edits of people's headcanons and of canon or coded intersex characters as a hobby when I have downtime instead of bedrotting on YouTube or Reddit or something. I'm more than happy to talk about my personal intersex experiences on this blog, but if you demand my diagnosis you owe me $20 USD and I'm not kidding I will genuinely respond to you with my PayPal link. Fund my testing because I don't know for certain either lol.

Some of my interests include art— both traditional and digital, roleplay (and writing as a result), cooking & baking, sewing, music, and photography. I tend to get interested in more niche stuff as well, but that's the main gang of hobbies. I'm familiar with and invested in media such as Persona, Yakuza, Homestuck, ENA, Fear & Hunger, The SCP Foundation, Disco Elysium, Darkest Dungeon, FNAF, Danganronpa, and Invader Zim. Just to name a handful of IPs I like in a decent capacity. I have a special interest in adult cartoons as well, but this paragraph would get stupid long if I talked about all the ones I like.

I'm both physically and mentally disabled, and I'm currently a cane user. I won't go too in-depth on my disabilities, but TL;DR chronic pain and balance issues, hard of hearing due to auditory processing disorder, proudly & obnoxiously autistic, a colorful assortment of mental illness, and dogshit memory because dissociative amnesia. Be patient with me and please be as specific as you can and need for your requests, because I really dislike any vagueness. I'm a genderfluid cistrans man (cis nonbinary, trans boyflux[man–neutrois]+ agender. Sometimes butch lesbian on top of that but it's all rlly complex this is just an abridged version), and you can check out my full queer hoard here on pronouns.page (link)

Now let's actually get to the frequently asked questions below the cut. I've droned on long enough making this half a proper introductory post.

"What is intersex?"

Intersex describes the natural state of an individual's physical body. Congenital sexual characteristics (or lack thereof) that are either seen at birth, spontaneously develop ("spontaneously" meaning your body just Does that, such as during natural puberty), or wouldn't otherwise be discovered without testing (such as atypical sexual chromosomes, or internal imaging discovering genitourinary structures/organs that aren't to be expected), and don't fit neatly within the binary expectations of "male" or "female".

Obviously this is surface-level, and just how I would explain it in the most concise way possible. However I feel it is important to add as well, what intersex is NOT; it is physically impossible for humans to be born with both a fully formed & functioning penis and vagina. This is known as "bigenitalia" or "dualsex". While there ARE intersex people who you can say have both a penis and vagina, one or both structures are either underdeveloped and/or not typically functioning. In that same vain, it is not possible for a human to simultaneously be able to impregnate and become impregnated, because both states require two completely different hormonal profiles to function properly.

Species' who have or are capable of the above are also NOT INTERSEX by default. While these individuals CAN be intersex, as described above naturally developing sexual characteristics that are "out of the norm" for one's species, there can not be an "all-intersex species". This has multiple names (no, the H-word is not acceptable even in a scientific context, stop using it), but it can be called cosexual, monoecious, or gonosimulistic. "Dichogamous" also exists for species' who produce one gamete, and then produce another later in life (like clownfish!).

For more information, and variations/traits you could headcanon characters with, check out the below hyperlinks!

Intersex FAQ by InterACT (link)

Intersex Table of Contents by The Transgender Dictionary (link)

Intersex Variations Glossary by InterACT (link)

intersex.wiki Main Page (link)

"Intersex" from the lgbtqia.miraheze.wiki (link)

Wikipedia's Intersex Variation List (link)

"Am I intersex?"

I can't tell you if you are or not for sure. No one can, really. You might think doctors could, but they can only really give you a diagnosis that may or may not be correct. Hell, you might not even be able to tell because not all variations are symptomatic and you only find out later in life by accident during some imaging or testing.

"Intersex" is more of a sociopolitical identity (in my opinion) than a strictly biological one, and you aren't obligated to openly call YOURSELF intersex even if you undoubtedly would fit under the label. I do encourage people who are questioning if they're intersex or if they should use the label, to at least toy with it or related ones such as extersex (link), quoisex (link), or mesosex (link); but you aren't obligated to share your intersex status if you don't want to.

"No but really, how can I tell if I'm intersex?"

Again, I can't tell you. Both because it's a personal thing, but moreso because I'm not a medical professional. You're more than welcome to toss questions about yourself in my askbox (I'd prefer if you headed to my main account just to keep this blog clean, but it's not a huge deal) for me to speculate on because I HAVE hoarded a good amount of information in my head, but I cannot diagnose you.

I humbly direct you to the below hyperlinks for more information on your questioning intersexuality.

InterACT's official Discord server "InterSpace" (link) [Only for intersex + interquestioning people who are 13–29 years old!]

I Think I May Be Intersex by TIGERRS (link)

ARE YOU INTERSEX? A zine by versegm (link)

"Does [X] condition count as intersex, and could I submit a headcanon with it?"

Simple answer? Maybe, and go ahead anyway!

Complicated answer? What counts/doesn't count as an intersex variation, given if it isn't widely accepted by the intersex community as one already, can vary from person to person. Generally, if it's in the Intersex Variations Glossary by InterACT as linked above under the "what is intersex" question, I'll happily post it without question. There's a handful of variations not listed there as well that I'll post similarly without argument.

Conditions requested that aren't widely accepted as variations themselves by the community will be tagged under "#intersex adjacent variations". This does not mean "this is not intersex", it means "this may or may not be considered intersex depending on who you talk to". Generally, if it can cause intersex traits, and could mean the character headcanoned would fall under the spectrum of natural sex variance somehow, I'll likely accept it under that tag(s).

"[X] isn't an intersex condition!"

Be constructive with your comment or shut your mouth. There are real people who have the variation you claim isn't intersex, and find support in the community regardless because their experiences fall under, or are adjacent to, other intersex people. Yes, even ones I MIGHT NOT PERSONALLY consider intersex variations. Even if you disagree, be tolerant. What may not be considered an intersex variation today by the community's standards might be tomorrow, or vice versa. Malicious exclusionism is a death sentence to liberation.

"Can intersex people identify as [gender]?"

Yes. Intersex ≠ gender identity. The only reason they might not be able to identify as a certain gender is because it's culturally-exclusive, i.e. two-spirit.

While some intersex people feel their intersexuality and its traits influence how they see their gender (intergender identities), or even seeing just "intersex" as their gender identity, not all of them do— a lot don't, even! Intersex people can be cis, trans, non-binary, cistrans, neither cis nor trans, or multiple of these catagories. Same way perisex people might identify.

"Are perisex/endosex/dyadic/non-intersex people allowed to send in requests?"

Of course? Same way a cishet person could headcanon a character as queer. Do whatever you want forever. Bare minimum don't be stupid about it, but that applies to everyone and everything.

"How do I send in a request?"

Bare minimum just drop the character's canonical name in my inbox— either in full or a nickname that's commonly used for them and will show results. Ideally with the source name as well, especially if your blorbo is more niche and doesn't show up easily with a Google search (or DuckDuckGo, since that's what I primarily use. But I'll pop on Google if I'm struggling to find your fave). It's kind of a challenge to do this wrong somehow.

"I don't like/agree with this post!"

Okay? Make your own post. Or send in your own request.

"Can I request a headcanon of a character if you've already posted them?"

Yes, absolutely! Multiple interpretations are cool as hell. And it's bound to happen anyway— we aren't a roleplay space where characters get "claimed".

Do note that duplicate requests might not "fit" with the previous posts, be it different imagery edited with the flags, the cropping/sizing is wrong, or other errors that make it visually different. I delete the images from my camera roll after I'm done with the initial request since I have a life of my own and I have too many images as-is lmfao.

"Are original characters allowed to be submitted?"

Unless you've managed to publicize them out in the world and they could reasonably be called a canon character somewhere? No, sorry. If you send me stuff about your intersex OCs though (be it a post you made that I reblog, or you're just infodumping in my inbox), I'll add it to my page.

"Can you edit this flag(s) in my request, please?"

Sure! Just be mindful though if you're asking for about four (4) or more flags/identities, since it could start to look cluttered on the right side. I always keep one half of the image for the intersex flag because... well intersex-centered blog, and Morgan Carpenter's flag only really looks good if at least half of it is visible somehow. If you ever want Natalie Phox's intersex flag (link) or otherwise just want your images to look different, just ask. I just serve the people here with my shitfucked Medibang edits.

Also if your label is like, REALLY niche, and either you don't provide context (like a link to the coining post, or dropping the flag and explaining what it means in your own words, etc. whatever just giving people the means to see and learn about it), or I can't find the context behind it with a search either on Google or Tumblr, I'll probably end up denying your request.

"If I add an image(s) of my requested character in my ask, could you use them in your post?"

God please yes I'll kiss you on the mouth if you made my life easier (Exaggerating)

You can also ask I use images from specific iterations of the source, such as an older movie or newer game or something, for example. I'll try my best to accommodate. Of course if you added them yourself I'll be jumping for joy about being able to be lazy lmfao. Please don't ask for fanart edits unless I can give credit to the artist somehow.

"May I use your edits as a profile picture? Do we need to give credit?"

Yeah, go right ahead! Use my edits for whatever you want. Giving credit to me is welcome (either to this blog or my main @ridibulous), but you aren't obligated to do it.

"Could you add a queue and/or inbox counter in your bio?"

I've thought about it pretty hard, but no. Pain in my ass to manually update, and I think it kinda defeats some spirit if you know where you are "in line" so to speak. You're more than welcome to ask the amount of posts in my queue directly from my inbox, though.

"What do you consider as canon, canon-coding, and intersex coding?"

Canon: The most reasonable conclusion is that they are intersex or have an intersex variation. This can include the source material or a creator of the source material going "X is intersex" OR "X has [condition accepted as intersex]". Either or can also heavily allude to a condition as wording doesn't have to be perfect and specific to understand "yeah the creators were intending this character to be intersex".

Canon intersex coding: Nothing is said outright nor were the creators potentially intending the character to be intersex, however based on experiences the character goes through, someone could reasonably interpret "hey this character could be intersex!". Kind of vague, if you could imagine them being canonically intersex it probably goes here.

Intersex coding: May or may not have outright references to potential intersexuality, or just has experiences that, while not explicitly apart of, do ring true for many intersex people. Such as not fitting in gender wise and having struggles related to your percieved gender and/or gender identity, physical issues, being othered, experiencing medical abuse, etcetera. Very vague catagory also, so don't be shocked if this + above flip-flop a bit.

"Are characters from NSFW/18+ sources allowed?"

Generally, yes? I've already posted many headcanons from sources that are gorey or violent since I'm more receptive to them, but I'll squint and treat the more sexual medias on a case-by-case basis. If they're not reprehensible (no positive representation of pedophilia, rape, beastiality, etc.) and I can find an image(s) of your requested character that is SFW, I think we'll be fine. All sexual or particularly NSFL sources will be tagged as "#18+ source".

This blog is at least PG-13, basically. I make jokes in the tags about being physically attracted to some requested characters sometimes. I swear, a lot. And well, intersexuality will make you think of sexual characteristics because... duh. Penises and vulvas will be talked about here in an informational context. Tread with caution and look away if you don't like it.

"Are transintersex(*) headcanons allowed?"

No. This blog is anti-radqueer if we're gonna have any niche tumblr discourse opinions here. Fuck off.

(*I'm not describing nor excluding the reclaimed label (link), just the bullshit one by perisex radqueers)

"Do you know you're marked red by Shinigami Eyes?"

Well aware. The application, and the single person behind it who keeps people marked as red or green with zero oversight, is intersexist towards intersex people and their experiences should they not align with perisex ideals or comfort. Among a laundry list of other issues such as anti-transmasculinity, exorsexism, and racism (and marking people, who are affected by these or speak about them in the trans community, as red), just to name some I know off the top of my head.

"Why do you use the four-stripe transfem & transmasc flags?"

The creator of the popular transfem & transmasc flags explicitly excluded many intersex experiences in the posts for said flags. Naturally, because this page is centered around intersex existence and hell I'm someone who doesn't align perfectly with perisex expectations of transition, I don't fuck with that, and the four-stripe flags seemed like the best option. I'll always add alternate variants with the popular flags in the posts however, because some intersex people use those flags anyway and who am I to deny that.

"Why do you not add image IDs in your posts?"

I'm trying to keep this blog low-energy for myself and treat it as a hobby in editing images and throwing them someplace for people to enjoy, especially since when I DO write image IDs I tend to be detailed (because well... that's kinda obvious why right?), thus the energy thing. Plus I'm just a stickler for keeping my posts looking "clean, neat, and short". I know, it sucks, I'm sorry, I really don't have much good of an excuse in my opinion and I'm wholly aware of that. To bridge this gap, I reblog any IDs I see folk add to my posts under the tag "#image id included". I do try to be vision-accessible in other ways as well, such as adding "link" in parentheses after hyperlinks.

"Why do you put an asterisk after pronouns sometimes in your posts?"

If a character's headcanoned identity & appearance don't match, basically. Such as a character who's a presumed cis woman in source and the request says they're transmasculine, or vice versa. It's proactive to try and prevent any smartasses who insist I'm not using the right pronouns, or something. I just make the funny image edits, I go with whatever pronouns the requester uses in their ask and I'll default to they/them (or the canon character's assumed pronouns) otherwise.

"Why aren't religious characters from the source not allowed? What does that mean, what counts as parody?"

I made a Jesus from The Bible post and I got some folk up in arms about it. I'd rather not deal with the shitstorm again, moreso because it took a mental toll on me. And something could be said about disrespecting people who believe X individual is real even when you don't believe the same (which is my case, I do not hold Christian beliefs current or past).

Parodies mean giving the character a degree of seperation. So Jesus (and the various other religious figures.) from South Park is fair game.

"What if I have other questions?"

Toss them in my inbox, my notes, or message me directly, either on this blog or my main, I don't really care right now. If I get questioned on the same thing often enough—or I feel it's important information to be answered— I'll add it to this behemoth of a post.

[wolveria]

The Anomaly Archives - Reality #006

AU of The Raven's Hymn

Pairing: SCP-1471 x older!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Dubious/extremely dubious/non-consent, knotting, breeding kink, vaginal sex

AO3

You rubbed your eyes, trying to erase the exhaustion from your lids. Your wristwatch read as almost midnight, and most of the offices would be empty, all except for yours.

You didn’t need to stay this late; it was more out of habit than any real need. The Site Director was pleased with your work as the lead manager of Cryptopsychology, but the man was fickle and easily discontent. It was better to stay ahead of his expectations rather than try to catch up.

But you were exhausted. Getting too old to stay up this late on the regular, and yet it seemed the more responsibilities you had, the more your workload piled up, the more that was expected from you as if you still had a younger body.

So, it was perhaps expected when you fell asleep at your desk, putting your glasses aside so you didn’t crush them against your face. You awoke to the soft whoosh of your office door sliding open, and then sliding closed again.

You didn’t hear footsteps, but the presence of someone else was heavy on your neck, their stare focused on the crown of your head.

No one should be in the administrative wing at this hour, and they would have alerted themselves at the door, or at least once they stepped inside. But you had a feeling you knew who it was.

Or rather… what.

Over the past month, you had been documenting a particular SCP. That wasn’t unusual, even if you left the observation duties to the researchers under your charge. But this SCP was different for two reasons.

One, it had technically escaped containment. The anomaly had vanished from the smartphone in one of the cells in Light Containment. That itself wasn’t a problem worthy of lockdown—the entity was harmless aside from the increasing paranoia and fear it caused in its targets.

And two, the anomaly was behaving in a way never witnessed. SCP-1471 (technically, the entity was referred to as SCP-1471-A) could only exist within non-existent spaces. At its essence, it was a program, one that couldn’t affect the real world.

Except you’d started to see the face of 1471 in places it shouldn’t exist, not so soon. It took days of exposure before a target would begin to see the creature in the real world, but you spotted it immediately.

In a corner of the cafeteria. Glimpsed in your office as you opened the door. Hovering over your bed when you woke, all before vanishing in a blink.

It had fixated on you, giving a rare opportunity of study. You’d thought it was fascinating and decided to take it upon yourself to observe the entity personally. You hadn’t thought it was dangerous. Stupid.

You slowly raised your head, keeping your breathing steady so you wouldn’t freeze when you saw it. But your office was empty, the same as it was before, nothing out of place.

Before you could relax, something brushed the hair on the side of your head. You froze. You barely breathed as a warm puff of air tickled your ear, and out of the corner of your eye, a flash of bone white.

You jerked your office chair backwards and leapt to your feet, the chair continuing to roll as it missed its target. A hand wrapped around the back of your neck and slammed you down against the desk. Gasping for air, you struggled, but the grip held you firm against the surface, your torso trapped as you were bent in half.

When you reached out to your computer to hit the emergency lockdown code, another hand gripped your wrist, pinning it to the wood surface. You stared at it, black claws where fingers should be, dark thick fur covering the arm.

Wide eyed and heart racing, you slowly looked over your shoulder. SCP-1471 stared back, a permanent grin etched on its bleached skull, its blank eyes watchful. You blinked. It didn’t disappear.

It shouldn’t be possible. The anomaly could only exist in virtual and visual spaces. It couldn’t touch anyone, let alone force them onto a hard surface.

The creature bent down and brushed its boney snout against your hair, taking in your scent. Every small movement you tried to make was held still by its unnatural strength.

“SCP-1471,” you spoke with your most reasonable voice, the one that generally worked on unruly SCPs that had gotten ahold of one of your researchers. “Please. Let me go.”

Its curiosity was palpable, a tilt of its skull and growing intensity in those white eyes.

But it didn’t release you.

“MalO,” you tried again, using the unofficial name advertised as part of its “program.” No one really knew if that was the entity’s name or the name of the app it used to infiltrate and infect cellphones. Hell, no one even knew how it worked, and that’s why it was in containment to begin with.

“This is unacceptable behavior.” You used the sterner tone, this one usually reserved for the researchers themselves. “I let you have limited freedom of the facility because I thought you would behave, but this is—"

It pulled you away from the desk, moved you to the side farthest away from the computer, and shoved you back against its surface. You let out a surprised grunt and tried to wiggle away, panic growing hot in your stomach. You couldn’t reach the computer, shoved down as you were along the length of the desk, and when 1471 grabbed you by the hips, your panic sharpened into terror.

“What,” you gasped as its clawed fingers scratched along your waistband. “What are you—”

The creature tore through your slacks and ripped them down your legs. You were too in shock to move, even when something pressed against the crotch of your underwear, warm but rigid. The snout of its skull.

“Don’t—”

Your pleas went ignored as its tongue dragged along your clothed cunt. Again, you tried to flee, but with your pants trapped around your thighs and the claws digging into your hips, you couldn’t move.

Its breath was hot between your legs, and you flinched when teeth caught on your underwear. It tore them off like tissue paper, and you were left exposed and shivering.

Your teeth chattered so much you couldn’t speak, not that it would have helped. A hot tongue dragged along your cunt, over your clit and all the way up to your asshole.

You whimpered and pulled your arms in tight around your head. You couldn’t believe this was happening, and worse, you didn’t know what to do. This hadn’t happened before. SCP-1471 wasn’t supposed to—

The creature licked you again, its tongue focused on your entrance. If you didn’t know better, you would say it was teasing you or savoring your wetness. You couldn’t deny you were wet, and the realization disgusted you.

But 1471 didn’t stop, lapping you up like you were a bowl of water and it was dying of thirst. It might have been almost bearable, until its tongue reached further in and rolled over your clit.

You jerked forward, thighs hitting the edge of the desk, but the anomaly didn’t stop. In fact, it sped up in eagerness, each flick of its tongue making you weaker, your struggles vanishing. A tight knot formed in your pelvis, and you squeezed your eyes shut, face hot as your legs shook and your clit tingled.

1471 made a pleased noise low in its throat, a mixture of growl and hum. Its tongue returned to your clit, lapping you up with renewed vigor, the boney snout pressed against your entrance as it continued to lick.

The damn thing shouldn’t even have a tongue or be alive at all with a macabre skull instead of a face, but that didn’t stop you from leaning back against its snout, practically fucking yourself on it. Shame only made the pleasure heighten, the knot squeeze and throb, and your legs trembled until the pressure broke.

It wasn’t a gentle tide, it was a violent flash flood, slamming into and drowning you. Slick dripped down your thighs, and 1471 licked your clit until you squirmed from overstimulation, and then it moved onto diligently cleaning the mess you made.

You were a limp, panting mess across your desk, the glow of bliss temporarily smothering the cold fear and panic.

Until the clawed hand pressed against the middle of your back, holding you in place. You balked, terror breaking through the muffling blanket of pleasure. You considered screaming, but it wouldn’t do anything except piss off the entity. All the administrative offices were soundproofed for privacy reasons.

1471 had picked the perfect location to ambush you, and it wasn’t done with you yet.

“Please,” you begged, hoping to reach the humanity in this decidedly inhuman beast. “Please, don’t…”

It curled over you, its chest against your back as its snout nudged your cheek. It was a strangely affectionate gesture.

And then it opened its jaw filled with wicked sharp teeth and spoke, its voice creaking like an ancient, forgotten tomb.

“…Maaaaate…”

Your brows drew inward in confusion. And then you understood.

“N-no. No. I’m not—”

It pressed tight against you, its hips flush against your ass, its cock hot and weeping against your skin.

You took a shuddering breath and tried again.

“You don’t want me. I’m too old. Too… too worn out. Too tired. I wouldn’t make a good mate—”

Teeth settled on your skin, 1471’s jaw open and holding your shoulder within its mouth. You were too terrified to move, waiting for the bite, but it never came. It didn’t feel aggressive, it was more like it was…

…holding you in place.

You tried one last time to jerk free, but its jaw tightened around your shoulder, proving you right. You couldn’t move, and then you froze anyway as its hips shifted and its cock prodded between your legs.

It finally found its mark, the cockhead pushing between your labia and breaching your entrance with a slow, laborious torture. Its shaft was thick, strangely wet, and while it was phallus-shaped it definitely wasn’t human.

Maybe it thought it was being gentle, but the stretch was cruel in its pleasure, and an unwanted groan escaped as it filled you beyond your limits.

With its hips flush against your ass, you remained rigid and still, panting in small gasps. The hand on your back moved to your side, petting you as if to soothe.

You made the mistake of shifting, trying to adjust your position so its cock wouldn’t feel like it was splitting you open, but it growled low in its throat as its teeth released your shoulder.

And then it pulled back and slammed hard, brutal, inside you. You cried out, and you wished you could say it was from pain. You scrabbled for purchase against the wood as its thrust in a regular, eager rhythm, but you eventually gave up and tucked your arms against your chest. You tried to brace for each impact, but you were quickly overwhelmed, shameful noises forced out of you despite you fighting every single one of them.

And then you stopped fighting altogether. Your mind was a haze of pleasure, your back arched in surrender and invitation. It was as if as soon as your body realized it wasn’t going to win, it immediately gave up, allowing itself to be taken and overpowered.

This wasn’t you. It wasn’t you.

And then that voice was a distant murmur while the rest of you was consumed, reveling in the pure animal instinct of it.

1471 reacted to the change, slowing its pace but grinding inside you deeper and more intently. Something hard pressed against your entrance along its shaft, and mindlessly you rutted back, wanting it inside you despite how stretched you already were.

The creature gripped your hips tight enough that its claws broke skin. Its rhythm became irregular, desperate, and it thrust into you with one last, animalistic snarl. You were stretched beyond your limit, stuck in place, and its cock throbbed and spilled inside you.

Its teeth clamped around your shoulder, tipping you over the edge, and you screamed between your teeth as you throbbed around the knot. It kept going, and going, the orgasm dragging on, unable to find a reprieve as your sensitive flesh was stretched past its limit.

You might have passed out for a moment, because when you were aware again, your head was fuzzy and a high-pitched tone rang in your ears.

You were right about being stuck on its cock, and you shuddered whenever it throbbed, another wave of come coating your insides.

1471 had released you from its bite, its tongue warm and soothing against your stinging skin. You caught sight of droplets of blood on the scattered paperwork nearby, and you didn’t know how you would explain that to the Site Director. Right now, you didn’t much care.

The creature’s tongue continued to lick you, traveling up your neck to the side of your face, and you groaned and pushed away its snout. You might need a bath, but you didn’t plan to have it delivered by tongue.

Which made you recall exactly what that tongue felt like between your legs, and 1471 let out something that sounded like a purr as you tightened around its knot again.

“You… can’t stay.” Your voice was ragged but perfectly understandable, so when it didn’t react or speak, you added, “I mean it.”

“Mate,” it growled in that strange, guttural voice.

“I’m not your—”

It tightened its grip and leaned on top of you, almost smothering but in a way that was kind of nice. Unfortunately, it also pressed the knot inside you, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning.

Well… at least if it considered you its mate, it was unlikely it would do this to anyone else. It was better that this happened to you rather than one of the younger researchers. Not entirely a professional line of reasoning, but you weren’t thinking logically right now. It was hard to when you’d just been thoroughly fucked across your desk.

“Okay, fine. But you have to go.” You licked your lips, hesitating. “They’ll catch you.”

Only a few minutes ago, that’s exactly what you wanted. But now… you weren’t so sure.

1471 released a short breath that was almost a snort, and definitely sarcastic.

Instead of responding, which surely it could do besides growling the word mate, it lifted off you. With a careful tug, it pulled its knot free, and this time you did groan, hiding your face in the crook of your arm as come dripped down your leg.

You would have jumped off the desk if it hadn’t been holding you hips as its tongue cleaned your thighs. When its tongue returned to your cunt, paying far more attention to your clit than was necessary, you shivered and were about to beg it to not stop.

But it did, and its chest leaned against your back again as its muzzle gently rubbed the side of your face.

“Mate,” it said a third time, this one in a purr.

And then it was gone. It hadn’t lifted off you or pulled away. It was simply there one moment, hot and alive and pressing on you with a possessive pressure, and then it was gone. Only the warmth on your skin and its faint, archaic scent gave you proof it had been there at all. That, and the well-used ache between your legs.

You looked over your shoulder just to be sure, but you were alone. You tried to rearrange yourself as best you could; your underwear was shredded but your pants were recoverable enough to get you back to your quarters.

You gave your desk a perfunctory tidying, picked up your work satchel, and did the world’s strangest walk of shame back to your room. It wasn’t a steady walk, and you were thankful no one was around to watch you wobble.

After a long shower and easing yourself into bed with a wince, you weren’t sure how to feel about the whole thing. You’d been fucked by an SCP, and instead of immediately reporting it, you simply… didn’t. And you knew you wouldn’t.

You weren’t sure why.

Mate. The word echoed in your skull like a benediction, and you hugged your pillow. But the shiver up your spine made you uneasy, because it didn’t feel like fear.

It felt like a promise.

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[red-hoods-left-sock]

It’s a little hard to read but it is the beginning of my refined body code bee movie script

[literallys-illiteracy]

Lobotomy Corporation is a bad game. That is why I love it so dearly.

This is a review of Project Moon’s debut game Lobotomy Corporation, a management simulation game that takes inspiration from SCP alongside analytical psychology and literature, in a game style somewhat akin to fromsoftware’s Dark Souls series in terms of preventable and extremely punishing gameplay cycles filled with learning, as well as as “Ice-Pick lodge”’s Pathologic, in the form of disempowering gameplay alongside persistence in the hardship being featured in the gameplay and story alike.

I want to preface this by saying that i am not a games reviewer, 

This review is informed by hundreds of hours of gametime, unclear the exact number due to being spread across different accounts and systems (multiple steam accounts over time), and having 100%ed the game 7 times already (700%’ed?) alongside an ongoing playthrough started recently.

Gameplay:

The basic gameplay loop of Lobotomy Corporation is one of pain, hardship, and learning. 

We begin as most things do, at the beginning, where we are presented with our first abnormality, and one of only two purely helpful abnormalities in the game.

It is our mission to collect energy in the form of Enkephalin, a green substance named after a chemical that is responsible for pain reception in the human body.

To complete each day we must collect the required energy. There are 50 days in total, each expanding the facility and its departments, unlocking new abnormalities with brand new, unforeseen ways of killing your employees!

Abnormalities:

In intervals of four we will receive an abnormality from a selection of three with every fourth abnormality acquired being a “tool”, which does not produce energy but rather interacts with your employees – When first seen, rather than the abnormalities name being displayed it will show the “code”, consisting of a letter, and two 2 digit numbers separated by dashes, eg. F-01-69. 

When placed in the facility, abnormalities must be interacted with in order to gain “PE-Boxes”, which are then used to unlock more information about the abnormality, including its special conditions, work preferences, name, and finally, unlock its weapon and/or armour.

Upon reaching certain “checkpoint” days, or “returning to memory repository”, this information is saved to the codex, meaning even if the day is reset, then you will maintain the information on that abnormality for all further playthroughs, allowing you to see its name when presented in the selection screen.

In order to collect this energy we must manage our main employees, or “Agents” (unofficially named “Nuggets” by the community) of which we may have up to 5 of in each department, interact with these abnormalities in various ways.

Over a work, a positive section will result in a PE box being created, however a negative result will deal damage (Depending on the abnormality) to the agent, and will not give a PE box upon work completion.

Abnormalities come in 5 tiers of risk, each named after a Hebrew letter: Zayin, or green, being the lowest; Teth, or blue; He, or yellow; Waw, or purple; and Aleph, being the highest tier.

Each abnormality has a certain number of potential PE boxes, as well as their own equipment which may be obtained, each corresponding to their tier of danger.

This means that Aleph abnormalities, while much more dangerous than a Zayin, will be able to produce much more boxes assuming your agent is able to gain multiple good work results, and will take much more damage if they are unable to.

When sending an agent to work on a non-tool abnormality there are four “work types”, each of which interact differently based on the abnormality in question.

The work types are: Instinct, or red; Insight, or White; Attachment, or Purple; and Repression, or Blue.

Each work type also corresponds to both a damage type, and an employee stat; The four states within the game, each corresponding in colour and placement to a work type, are able to be increased by completing multiple of that “type” of work.

The four stats are: Fortitude, or red, which increases HP; Prudence, white, which increases SP or Sanity; Temperance, or purple, which increases the agent’s chance of success and speed of working; and Justice, or blue, which affects the movement speed and attack speed of the agent.

As mentioned above, there are also 4 damage types, Red, dealing HP damage, White, dealing Sanity or SP damage, Black, which deals equal HP and SP damage, and Pale, which deals a percentage of an agent’s HP.

Agents are ranked from tiers 1-5 or I-V based on their total stat value, which allows them to equip increasing tiers of weaponry and armour.

Ordeals: From day 6 onwards, after a variable number of works have been completed by your agents, an ordeal will begin, which spawns various enemies across the facility, each possessing a different challenge to the manager depending on their rank and colour.

At day 6 you may encounter only dawn ordeals, as days and the numbers of works increase, you may encounter Noon ordeals (day 11+), Dusk ordeals (day 21+), and Midnight (day 26+), which are ranked Teth, He, Waw, and Aleph respectively.

These ordeals are designed to test the players, each testing in a different manner such as brute force, time management, and testing your attention.

Missions:  

As you expand departments, you will receive “missions” of certain kinds assigned to you by the Sephirah, who lead the departments, which will grant facility wide, global buffs for all proceeding runs, as well as unlocking in the following mission.

Each facility has a total of four missions, and a final mission named a “meltdown”, which provides a major challenge and larger reward, however they may only be accessed after certain days (depending on the department), and after all prior missions have been completed.

Review:

This game is in all likelihood the best management game i have ever played, however even with my exorbitant time put into this game, I think that it is not for everyone, and is only properly a very good game for certain types of people.

I dislike tier lists, as well as numbered rankings (notably 1-10 or 1-100 ratings), due to my obsession with nuance, so I will be going over the pros, cons, and any other aspects that may make one more or less likely to enjoy this game.

To learn in pain:

This game is a time consuming, memory based, and extremely punishing ordeal to complete, having abnormalities that, at later points in the game, are able to cause day resets on their own.

This punishment, alongside the lack of information, can often feel somewhat unfair, as in several cases, the first time you encounter a challenge you have no knowledge on, you will make a mistake and need to reset the day.

While this game functions off of information, it is also shockingly bad at distributing it, with several aspects of the game never mentioned, such as ordeals (which are not mentioned at all before they occur).

This feeling of unfairness is not unwarranted, in all regards this game is indeed unfair towards the player, especially towards those who are less knowledgeable about the game, as they have no prior experience. However, this sense of unfairness works within the context of the story itself; Though i will not dwell on lore too much in this section, nor in general as I believe it to be a story that is best seen blind, the facility is presented as a dangerous place, one in which death is inevitable and regular, one in which at any moment a horrifying monster could breach containment and kill you, where a managers decision can send you hurdling straight into the containment cell of an abnormality with the full knowledge that you will die.

The world in which the game is set is one of this same brutal nature, being one filled with death and turmoil, which is largely explored in the latter games of this series. (note. Though Library of Ruina is a direct continuation of this game, the latest game, Limbus Company, is not, and having played the prior two games is recommended, but in no way necessary to understand the game.

Absurdity and repetition:

One major flaw in the gameplay design is that in many cases, this system is too punishing, where a single error which the player had no way of knowing about leads to reset after reset after reset until one either deduces the mistake in near blindness, is stuck on that abnormality en perpetuity, or resets to a prior day to select a different abnormality.

Once again, this repetition in the gameplay seems to be mostly intentional, and helps to build the atmosphere of monotony and nihilism in which the story is placed.

One can understand the themes of this game through that similar to the absurdism of Albert Camus, whose novel “The Stranger” has been cited as one of the director’s favourite works; Camus is best known for this novel alongside his work “The myth of sisyphus”.

The primary concept is that, through this absurd monotony and the constant repetition which the game instills, one may start to realise the absurdity of the entire situation, which is enhanced further by the stories and characters within the plot of the game as a whole.

What is it to find meaning in a meaningless world?

Slight Esotericism:

This game features inspiration from numerous sources, as was implied in the prior section.

The most notable and named source of these is the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, alongside the Sephirot, who/which forms the structure of the facility and each department.

Additionally, within the game there are references to, and adaptations of, literature, primarily fairy tales, which inspire various abnormalities.

There also exists, though not directly mentioned within the game itself (though it is mentioned within the artbook) the relation to analytical psychology within the core of this game: The E.G.O gear that is extracted from the abnormalities, alongside the concept of abnormalities themselves descendant from the Jungian concept of archetypes.

If one enjoys deep dives into lore, reading stories within the game, or dissections about the games relation to any certain inspirations and themes, then this is likely to be the kind of game you would like. 

Audio and Visual Accessibility:

This is something that I have not seen many reviews note on, much to my confusion, as I think it is extremely important for people to know before playing this game.

Visual:

Within the game, at certain points, there are missions which, alongside their respective challenge of the day, will apply a visual filter to the entire screen – There are 9 of these missions at various points in the game.

During my time playing Lobotomy Corporation, it is one of the only games that has ever made me cry, this game is also in part the reason i got reading glasses: Like all games, it can cause strain and potential eye problems from continued time, however during these missions in particular I have seen people drop the game entirely or take extended breaks between them due to the filters.

Additionally, there are filters that incorporate many moving aspects, or a transparent offset of your screen, which may lead to people who are prone to overstimulation, possess some form of photosensitivity and certain types of epilepsy being unable to play the game.

Audio:

The audio balancing in this game is not very good. During combat this is the most pronounced, as there are far more sources concentrated in a specific area than during normal management.

During management, many abnormalities will passively make sounds during the work process, often one audible over the music, which is another layer that can, if an agent works during combat occuring in a different area, add to the mess of noise.

It is my recommendation for this aspect to simply not zoom into areas where combat is occurring, or to turn noise down in general, however as the game’s music is quite good I would not personally.

Final Review Notes and Summary:

This game is certainly not for everyone, let alone the possible trigger warnings in both the gameplay and story (list below) it is simply a game style that will not appeal to the majority.

The game is heavily time consuming, reading heavy, and punishing of minor mistakes, all of which combines into making it feel like a constant uphill battle or “Slog” to many; The monotony of this all, alongside the knowledge that a reset is almost certain at some point following, makes the entire process appear hopeless. While the discouragement that one experiences from this, as mentioned, is an aspect descendant from the story, which is both enhanced by, and enhances the plot of the game, it is also one that can and will make many give up on this game before being ever able to reach the later sections of the story wherein the tedium is justified.

While the story is excellent and worth this initial journey to experience, I know that not everyone has enough time to complete this game nor read through the story.

For a game that is best experienced blind, after all the main gameplay loop is based around trial, error and discovery towards how certain abnormalities work, it is far from one that is easy to play without some level of assistance.

The tutorial within this game is simply speaking not good; If one aims to play the game fully blind they would likely be unaware of a majority of the games functions; I recommend to play it *almost* completely blind, but to read a spoiler free gameplay based guide in order to have a proper experience.

Overall, this game is one that aims for a very specific community, one which enjoys story driven games, especially those that focus around repetition and discovery, similar to games such as “Outer Wilds”, “Pathologic” or the original 2 “Fallout” games.

Ostensibly this game is a management simulator, as well as a roguelike, which requires several restarts and failures in order to complete; This game primarily focuses around its story, being presented through a visual novel style medium following each completed day within the game, and in large this game flourishes when one is willing to read this story, as it is one of the best stories I have ever seen within a video game, one which is in all likelihood my favourite of all time.

Content Warnings:

cartoonish gore, death, references to and depictions of drug use, references to and depictions of self harm and suicide, depictions of trauma, body horror, eyestrain & photosensitivity, religious themes, psychological horror, references to and mentions of medical procedures and experiments.

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The Whereabouts of Dr. Tails: A.K.A. Iceberg’s Glorified Secretary

Dr. Trails, previous code name Agent Rojo under the Mobile Task Force Agency, has been assigned under Senior Staff Member Dr. Iceberg after being transferred into the research division due to surviving an incident that left him unable to serve as part of the MTFA. The aforementioned incident left him profoundly deaf in both ears, profound loss of smell, temporary loss of minimal motor functions, and with deep scar tissues in splotches around his body. He was given time to physically recover from his injuries and was transferred as a junior researcher for the SCP Foundation. His current position is under Dr. Iceberg at sites 14, 17, 42, and 19. However, he is to be sectioned to where Dr. Iceberg is working as needed. He has been granted level 2 security clearance to further assist in the duties given to Dr. Iceberg. He is to have his hearing aids on his person at all times, no matter what he says about “comfortability” of said medical aids. He is no longer allowed to request liquids from SCP-294 without documented permission from at least two personnel members in higher security clarences and the permission from Dr. Iceberg (No, not even if it was for a normal liquid, just ban him from that room altogether at this point. He has too many ideas than we have time for. How he thinks of these things while working completely other assignments are beyond me. - Leader of MTF Foxtrot-Yankee, “Those Cowards”). He is known to have an irrational fear of “living” SCP objects. SCP-999 is an example of this fear. Once in the optical vicinity of SCP-999, he is known to “squeal like a little girl and hide in the nearest closet”. It seems his fear outweighs the anomalous mood shifting ability of SCP-999. Due to many incidents revolving Dr. Trails’ fear, he is now getting proper mental treatment from Dr. Glass every two weeks, or as needed upon request. Therapy includes exposure therapy to a safe class living object on a session to session basis.

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Oh wow, so there IS a whole file on me. Weird.

Also, no, you can’t make me take these damn Dollar Tree ear buds everywhere I go. They don’t even work a third of the time. Why is this the thing you cheap out on? Common man.

Anyway, currently eating chicken salad sandwiches in the mess hall at site-[DATA EXPUNGED] if anyone wants to hang out. - Dr. Trails

Is that where you’ve been for the last three hours?? Get back to the office and stop looking up articles of yourself. Word of advice, stop while you’re ahead before you find information you don’t want to know. I’ve had that happen way too often. Don’t start that habit. -Dr. Iceberg

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SCP Sleepy Bois Inc as animals

(specifically animals they aren’t usually coded as) (because otherwise what’s the point)

Philza—African Jacana

He’s just a dad carrying around his chicks. What more do you want from him? Male African Jacana are known for raising hatchlings on their own. Gives people nightmares when they’re just trying to protect their chicks. They also use their long toes to walk on water (really on floating vegetation but shh) and are referred to as Jesus birds. Other than the fact Philza is a god, he occasionally forgets to be affected by gravity since pretending to be a person is pretty hard. (I’m ignoring the few decades Philza accidentally spent as a crow so hard rn.)

Tommy—Clownfish

This is 100% serious actually. Specifically a red bullet hole clownfish, to mimic Red’s splatters. Tommy’s very much a small fish in a big pond. Clownfish purposefully coat themselves in sea anemone toxin that is harmless to them but really bad for anyone else, much like Red. If we make The Blood God an anemone in this analogy, Tommy is always running to him for safety, luring in doomed predators that that are slaughtered in a symbiotic relationship between the two. Tommy is also the dominant male of the group, and should the female die he’ll become trans— wait. Maybe not that last fun fact, since Tommy is the most reliably cishet in Fault. [edit: who saw that man coming out as bi curious???] Also yes fine he’s a silly goofy guy who acts flashy for attention.

Tubbo—Honey Guide

What animal could better represent the hive save for a bird that lures people to bee hives? Since, again, this challenge is about avoiding the obvious answer. Much like Tubbo, these little guys have a pretty positive mutualistic relationship with humans. Anyway, this friendly and helpful passerine is also a brood parasite! They lay eggs in the nests of others and then murder the other chicks so that the honey guide is raised by unsuspecting parent birds. This fits well with Tubbos’ design as a changeling that’s meant to mimic humans in order to replace individuals (by adding them to the hive mind). Worked decently since Tubbo was raised by humans (ignoring how badly it went with the first nest they infiltrated).

Wilbur—Polyphemus Moth

Named of course after the famous cyclops, I thought the name and appearance were a fantastic reference to the void embedded in half of Wilbur’s face. Beyond that, moths are very night coded, much like Wilbur, though are uncontrollably attracted to the light (Philza). Notably, a Polyphemus moth eats 86,000 times their body weight in the 56 days that it lives, which plays well to Wilbur being a Devourer of All and a man who’s extremely aware he isn’t going to have a long life span. Plus their spooky design fits in with how much of a flashy edgelord Wilbur is. Only problem is they spend almost half their existence in their silk cocoon and Wilbur is a chronic insomniac who could NEVER.

The Blade—Hippopotamus

Both are insanely aggressive and deadly, and are the top of the food chain (once adults). Plus the semi aquatic nature of the hippopotamus plays well into the (arguably literal) sea of voices from which The Blade has to fight his way out of or else succumb to the fathoms. Just like how hippos can’t actually swim? Both faster than anyone would prefer them to be able to move. uh. About the same size. uhhh. They both can’t sweat and so enjoy a good mud bath..? could be unethically hunted for ivory…….? Bro he’s so pig idk