#Conditions May Apply

[cinnamon-pincones]

~ continuing my fanfic art dump here ~

Baby Izu takes his first steps into accidental vigilantism 💞 

If you aren't familiar with my fic, go read it! Conditions May Apply on A03 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/49005181/chapters/123633232)

It's good, I promise. It's a vigilante Izu fic and I go very in-depth on mental health issues and realistic trauma responses, but I also incorporate as much humor as I feasibly can, it's a good time.

[fallenstarcat]

im autistic and have albinism / am albino ❌

assigned AA battery at birth ✔️

[perhaps-mr-collins-has-a-cousin]

Hello praying people, I'm not doing well and would really appreciate your prayers right now <3

[iamwestiec]

important note: in japan the new year does line up with the gregorian new year (and has since 1873) so i personally have my dragon powers already

well there you go, dates may vary, so always check your dragon powers are active BEFORE attempting to breathe fire on some asshole being aphobic (ref)

aphobes, assume you're never safe :)

[tunarath]

coming out as straight. hi

[ceoandslutler]

sebastian is literally "eat the rich" personified, he will eat the oligarchs literally (and mayhaps figuratively too*)

[darkcreamz95]

Job hunting update: I ALMOST got the job...

[blametheeditor]

The Expense Of Trust: Chapter 3

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Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of others being lesser than. Intent to kill. Death by anomaly. Dehumanization. Addressing someone as 'it'. Darker themes and tone.

Run Down: In the instant of a site-wide containment breach, there are only a few protocols available to follow. Know the right people, hope to be at the right place at the right time, and whatever you do, don't trust anything.

Scott can't seem to catch a break, but next week we torture Fritz

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Scott’s first thought when Vincent instructed him to turn around was to prepare to run. 

Because up until that point, the living shadow hadn’t been helping in escaping the facility unless he was in immediate danger, and even then it’s been verbal directions while hiding in Scott’s own shadow despite having the capability of using a corporeal form. Meaning it was up to the containment specialist to do all of the leg work in carefully making his way toward an exit. 

Instead of an SCP rounding the corner, however, he was greeted with the sight of a small group of people lined along the wall of the hallway opposite of the one he had been making his way down. 

At first he was confused, managing to identify D-Class and medical personnel, the latter he actually recognizes as the kid who has checked over him monthly ever since he made the deal with Vincent. A tactile response officer, a researcher, and someone wearing a suit. And there is only one person in this entire facility who wears a full piece suit. 

The moment he realized it was David seemed to be the same moment the senior researcher recognized Scott.

He expected a lot of things. Annoyance due to their interactions always turning into arguments regarding wearing proper safety gear. Possibly even relief finding another person who hasn’t fallen victim to an anomaly. At the very worse indifference considering on the surface, Scott wouldn’t have much to contribute when it comes to escaping other than having each and every hallway memorized and therefore able to lead them to the exit. 

No, David suddenly looks horrified before turning around. Begins running in the opposite direction. 

Was the senior researcher leaving him behind? 

Scott tries to quench his anger, sending a glance over his shoulder to see if an anomaly snuck up behind him. Because the man couldn’t be that selfish and leave someone to die because they had arguments. 

There’s nothing. No sign of a single SCP. Honestly, Scott should’ve expected it given his track record. 

“They’re heading straight toward an anomaly,” Vincent pipes up. 

Wait. “What kind of anomaly?” 

“The bad kind,” is all that’s offered. 

Great. Wonderful. So either Scott can be the bigger person and warn them despite the clear want to leave him to survive on his own, or pretend he doesn’t have such vital information and simply continue toward the exit. 

Of course Vincent wouldn’t care which is chosen. The demon has made it blatantly clear he finds the morals most humans possess to be quite entertaining. Wouldn’t hang it over Scott’s head if he picks the second option because it’s just a matter of survival, simply revel in watching the guilt slowly consume the containment specialist from the inside out. 

God damn it. 

“Dav-!” 

His shout is cut off as the ground vanishes from beneath his feet the moment he stepped forward to chase after them. He’s in freefall for a few seconds, unable to breathe, unable to scream, staring out into a pitch-black void. 

It feels like a lifetime has passed, and then the ground appears as if it was always there, Scott unable to stop his momentum. Forced to bring his hands up in the attempt to soften his collision with a wall that seemed to have materialized from thin air. 

It didn’t, he’s more or less used to Vincent’s way of ‘teleporting’ him from place to place, but he will never be an ‘expert’ at it. Not when he’s positive the demon purposefully throws him near objects just to see him trip or at the very least nearly break his nose. 

Scott’s fairly certain he earned a slight concussion this round, but this time he manages to stay on his feet. Looks around the room before spotting the open door. Racing out in the hopes he managed to stop David in time, only to immediately feel hands grab his shoulders before an arm is secured around his neck. 

He feels panic flood his heart as a hand is placed on his forehead, begins to struggle with all his might. Praying he isn’t killed all because he was trying to save their lives. “I’m not an anomaly!” 

"He’s n-n-not!” 

“David.” 

“He’s not, but he’s marked.” 

Scott doesn’t know when he closed his eyes, but once he realizes he opens them to be greeted with David staring down at him with a grim expression. Stares as the taller man pushes someone behind him. 

The worst part however is the sight of some kind of mist creeping around the corner heading straight toward them. 

“Behind you!” 

The arm that had been slowly restricting his throat releases him. But before he can process why, hand is on his back to shove him away from the oncoming threat. “Move.” 

Scott doesn’t need to be told twice, obediently running back toward the spot he had originally been. Only slows down for a second in order to meet Jeremy in the eye. The one familiar face he doesn’t have a bad past with. “Follow me.” 

He’s unable to wait for the kid to give a response, sprinting down the opposite hallway and making a swift left to continue on his path toward an exit. 

“Right.” 

Vincent’s directions aren’t questioned. He still has a hard time trusting the demon, but with Scott’s life currently on the line he has no room to argue. And this time, he can’t help having a little bit of faith at the sight of a security door only a few yards away. 

"Stop!” 

He barely manages to in time, skidding to a halt right before stepping out into the hallway parallel to the one he’s currently in. Gasps for air as his legs tremble from the exertion and terror. Remembers he’s not alone and whirls around to see Jeremy’s about a few feet behind him, able to slow down without any trouble. Followed by the D-Class, the officer- they all followed him. Even David. 

“V-Vince?” Scott begins, hoping he’ll get a little more information on what’s stopping them from reaching the security door. It’s right there. As soon as they get through it they’re essentially home free. 

“There’s something waiting in the hallway,” the demon begins. “As soon as you step out it’ll grab you.” 

“God damn it.” 

“Right or left?” the officer asks as he walks closer, grabbing a small disk from his belt. Meaning he heard Vincent’s explanation. And is willing to give the disembodied voice the benefit of the doubt. 

Vincent hums. “Directly above, actually.” 

The man nods once. Presses one side of the disk before throwing it out into the hallway. “Brace yourself.” 

Scott didn’t know who was being addressed, but within the fraction of a second, something drops from the ceiling and disappearing once more the device gone. A moment later it sounds as if something exploded right before he feels the displacement of air. 

“Thirty seconds.” 

He’s at the security door in five. Swipes his key in one. Holds it open as he counts everyone making it through before slamming it shut with four to spare. 

“Scott,” David growls lowly in between labored breaths. “You better explain yourself.” 

“Well aren’t you a hypocrite,” Vincent begins as his shadow stretches onto the wall beside Scott. He then steps out of it to form a familiar purple man. One who’s grinning from ear to ear. “I also seem to recall it’s none of your business.” 

“It is my business when I’m apparently dealing with a demon!” 

“Oh so we’re making deals, now.” 

“Vince,” Scott hisses to try and reel the living shadow back in, even if it might be completely fruitless. 

He almost misses the officer doing the same thing to David. Though instead of flashing a condescending smile, the taller man backs down. “How do names work?” 

Vincent’s smile suddenly vanishes. “You’re a hunter who knows what he’s doing.” 

“And it seems your only weapon is ambiguity.” 

That earns a low whistle. “I can see how you managed to get someone like him under your thumb. You’re safe with your first. Last is pushing it.” 

“I’m James,” the officers introduces, locking eyes with Scott most likely looking just as lost as he feels. “Thank you for helping us.” 

“Of course. I’m Scott, this is Vince-” 

A hand is suddenly covers his mouth before he can finish the living shadow’s name, leaving him stunned as Vincent gives a dark chuckle before removing his hand. “No need to overshare, Scotty.” 

“We're going to trust this?” David demands as he gestures toward the scene in front of him. Honestly, Scott can’t even be upset. Not when it’s abundantly clear he knows nothing about the demon he made a contract with. 

“At least I have a rulebook,” Vincent shrugs. “I’m much more concerned with the half-breed.” 

Scott feels like he was left behind somewhere. He doesn’t know where exactly, and to be entirely truthfully he might even want to know. But considering someone was able to wrangle Vincent within just a few seconds, he wants to stay on good terms with James. If that means somehow fixing his and David’s relationship in one way or another, then he will do it, no matter what it takes. 

The only issue is the fact Vincent seems dead set on trying to anger everyone. Including Jeremy who attempts to glare at the demon. “H-H-His name is M-Mike.” 

Scott doesn’t want to know why Vincent suddenly looks very excited. “This is going to be fun.” 

“James,” David all but pleads. 

“They both saved our lives,” is all the officer says. 

That is the last straw for Scott. The realization that the only reason why someone is staying on his side is because a favor is owed. “Vince. Do me a favor and shut up.” 

“Did I go too far?” the demon stage whispers with a smug smile. 

“You know you did!” Scott exclaims. Uncaring if the others are watching and listening. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t intentionally antagonize.” 

“What for?” Vincent asks. It almost feels like a slap in the face from how genuine it is. As if the living shadow can’t find any reason not to be. 

“You know what, forget it.” 

“Did the fact I’m a demon just slip your mind?” 

“Did you claiming we’re friends slip yours?” 

Vincent suddenly barks out a laugh. “Did you honestly think I meant that?” 

Scott stares up at the demon for a moment. Memorizing the sneer and the sheer joy at the fact he managed to trick the containment specialist. 

Someone who bent over backward for the anomaly to make the research teams back off after they managed to get under Vincent’s skin. Pulled several strings in order to get a table placed inside the demon’s containment room so he could protect himself within reason. Genuinely enjoyed answering questions about ‘odd human mannerisms’ when the living shadow escaped containment for the sole purpose to bother Scott. 

Looking back on it, he should’ve realized he was just being used. It’s nothing new. Just meant he was an idiot for thinking a shadow demon would be any different. 

Well two could play at that game. 

He refuses to acknowledge Vincent’s sneer quickly vanishing as it’s replaced with a look of regret. “Scotty-” 

Scott brushes past James and David in order to lead the way down the smaller corridors on this side of the security door. Tunnels normally meant for maintenance that should be empty of most SCP’s. And for any that managed to slip through the cracks, Vincent will easily be able to sense them before they get to close. Something he’ll have to announce or else Scott gets killed considering he’s first in line. 

“Scotty, wait.” 

He doesn’t acknowledge Vincent running to catch up with him, the living shadow opting to keep a form he’s commented on being less superior. For what reason, Scott doesn’t care enough to think about. 

“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for,” Vincent murmurs as he falls in step with the shorter. 

“No, you’re right,” Scott shrugs. “You’re just a demon who doesn’t possess any feelings.” 

“Look, I know you’re angry-” 

“How do you know what anger is?” 

“Hey,” the demon growls. “Stop being pretty.” 

Scott glances up to see if Vincent was intentionally botching the saying, not wanting to be tricked. But there’s a genuine scowl aimed toward him. No hint of a smirk. “It’s petty.” 

Vincent opens his mouth with a glare before hesitating, seeming to realize what was said. “What did I say?” 

“Pretty can be an amplifier or a compliment.” 

“Stop being pretty petty.” 

Scott hates himself for wanting to smile at how confidently the sentence was spoken. “Close enough.” 

“I think of you as a friend,” Vincent grumbles, as if he’s unsure how to feel about such a confession. “I offered a deal instead of killing you for a reason. I really do enjoy throwing you across rooms.” 

Scott gives a look. “Not what you’re supposed to enjoy in a friendship.” 

“But then I would be lying if I said anything else!” 

He whirls on the demon in order to properly chew him out, yelling when Vincent sinks into his shadow with a laugh. “Asshole!” 

“Are you two done?” David snaps from the back of the line. One that has James at the front who stopped a few feet away when Scott did. Following by Mike, Jeremy, and the assistant researcher he had completely forgotten about. A bit unsure where the kid has been this entire time. “I’d prefer to get out of this place before whatever the hell is kept in the basement finally realizes it can escape containment.” 

Scott glances around the corridor. Staring when he spots a door almost to his immediate left. The door he was looking for, actually, because on the other side is a direct path to an exit out of the facility. 

“Don’t-!” 

Vincent’s warning came too late as the door swings open. 

He was expecting a horrific Eldritch being by how panicked the living shadow sounded. Yet all he sees is a young boy no older than ten years old standing about a yard away. Holding nothing but a plush golden bear. With a blade of shadow as long as he is tall racing forward to slice him cleanly in half. 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

[mllekurtz]

I find myself with two bluesky invite codes again, dm me if you're interested!

Edit: one left!

[cinnamon-pincones]

I realized that I can post art here... wow.

No, but for real the image files upload like shit, ass, and garbage on A03, and idk why so I'm putting my stuff here too.

If you aren't familiar with my fic, go read it! Conditions May Apply on A03 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/49005181/chapters/123633232)

It's good, I promise. It's a vigilante Izu fic and I go very in-depth on mental health issues and realistic trauma responses, but I also incorporate as much humor as I feasibly can, it's a good time.

[nerice]

Quick question! Are they soulless constantly in pain and suffer 25/8 or are they just kinda „eh; guess I‘m rotting“ like zombies or are they infinitely searching for something that feels like it’s missing (due to the no soul thing)?

What is the whole soulless experience like?

:D! oh all of the above though only the first is hardbaked into their nonexistent dna!! stuck in a human body that's unable to process sensory input the right way & still tethered to the invisible moon via their blood. granted, it's not burning blood jail 900% of the time, sometimes it's just an uncanny itch, random muscle aches, spasms, tingling nerves that sputter and spark; sometimes it's like nothing is wrong at all (esp prevalent with gray who will only notice some minor ache in response to linnea's touch driving it out of him <3 ofc that only makes it more painful when she withholds her cure, esp esp when she's in the mood 2 make him worse on purpose ww) this ask is getting away from me help

camp Rotting For Sport is mostly sky content as she heads towards soulless existence via blood rot/nascent pain (shoutout to dream game :)🔪) sorry babygirl say goodbye to your hard-won strength control we are unlocking the birthright you never wanted </3

nd the 'searching for something thats missing' is mostly a consequence of the condition nd manifests differently for all of them!! faye is chronically homesick for the invisible moon she just wants to go back n quit existence, less so because of the pain (it isn't helping, sure) but she's the only one who finds a weird solace in it. the proof of her origin, her destination calling out to her!! and gray is the direct opposite, violently chasing any human feeling and desire, compounded by the fact that linn indulges in life so brilliantly she has so much fun!! but it's russian roulette whether or not he can partake in the same way; longing to eat but unable to hold food down. longing to sleep but never rested. etc etc the list is longer than i'm willing to engage him as a complex character rather than the guy in the 10 of swords card 💀

long story short, being soulless sucks as much as any chronic illness sucks but they're very good at making the worst of it too <3

[cometrose]

it’s pretty neat that sora’s biggest strength is “my friends are my power” but that’s also his biggest weakness

[duplicitywrites]

Terms and Conditions May Apply

Chapter 4: Age is Just a Number

Chapter Summary:

Voldemort entertains a nighttime visitor, goes grocery shopping, and moves out. 

A/N: old man keith is back and grumpier than ever

[ofwraithsandwords]

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[lucky-draws]

🎉 🎶 🐆 ❗ ALERT ❗🐆 🎶 🎉

🐆 announcement concerning brand new event WHERE'S OCIE? 🐅 🐈

hello gamers and others!! [little puppet guy from saw voice] i would like to play a little game. as you may be aware it is just over a month until revolver ocelot's birthday (international ocie holiday day.)

and i am THINKING of something which may be fun. well it might flop but it has the potential to be mildly enjoyable. SO.

the premise is very simple: in every artwork i post from now until ocie's birthday, i will hide one (1) tiny little ocie somewhere in the picture.

i was gonna be like. first person to spot him wins but that's not really feasible considering everyone's online at different times. so how about this. all i need is one (1) person to send me an ask (anonymous or not) telling me they've found the ocie, and then you will all have collectively won. so you will ALL collectively get a prize.*

*by which i mean i will post a silly doodle of a prize. not a real life serious physical prize. we are playing pretend here.

> if sending media in asks is a thing that's functional enough on here (idk ive never done it myself) then you could send me the picture with ocie circled or an arrow pointing to him etc. but you could also simply tell me where he is in words like "ocie is hidden between big boss' boobs in the middle of the picture." etc.

SO i hope this makes sense. i post something as normal > you attempt to spot the ocie within it > someone hopefully sends an ask proving they have done so (doesn't matter if multiple people send them ill just pick like the first one i see or whatever) > EVERYONE WINS!!!! 🎉

i guess i will answer the ask (i.e. post the prize) like at least the day after i first posted the ocie-containing artwork. so that everyone can have a chance to play spot the ocie before his location is revealed (and so that i can find the time to draw whatever the prize is.)

SO....yes.... in conclusion i am hereby inviting everyone to play along if they so wish......peas love and happy ocie hunting!!!!! 🐆 🔍 🎉 🎁

[quetzalpapalotl]

Some people need to be in the right mood for angst, but I need to be in the right mood for fluff*