#scp 420 j

[aronaax]

yababaina!!!!!!!!!!1!!

[perpetual-mind]

jack gets baked

[thescaryhyperfem]

SCPs4weed

[draltoclefnt]

Clef, do you recommend I try SCP-420-J?

Should I?? :3

If you want to, i don't really mind, be careful with the psychosis side effect tho--

[emotionalsupportgoblin420]

My canon's version of Dr. Shaw. Fun fact: in my canon, the amulet isn't an scp. It's just a family heirloom. Also, my canon's Shaw likes to steal some SCP-420-J and smoke it with Dr. Leo and my canon's Dr. Sherman, lol

[muckmagister]

If you were to be hypothetically contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber by a hypothetical shadowy organization would you hypothetically try to actively escape.

no i would make best friends with everyone there and they'd let me look at all the cool shit

[site-21]

I don't know why I have to say this, but anyone under level 3 clearance shouldn't have access to SCP-420-J

Riviera stop giving it to Junior Researchers

-Heisenberg

[kondraki]

*hands you a labelled box of cookies and leaves* *the label reads: Mystery Effect Fruit Cookies. Contains Pomegranate from Hades, Grapes from Autumnal Court, SCP-420-J, regular weed, Biblical Apples from Lady Eve. Have fun!*

This is probably a supremely bad idea but sure, I'll take it.

[scp4palestine]

Is that 420-J you’ve got there? No? Damn…

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[officialscpfoundation]

Please ignore this post my coworker had ingested scp-420-J

Secure, Contain, Protect AND DON'T GIVE DRUGS TO SOMEONE WHO'S A LIGHTWEIGHT

hehe red tastes nice, I like red but purple smells better

[tallovines]

WHO LET VINES INTO SCP-420-J’S CONTAINMENT CELL!!! (ignore how rushed it is…)

[vriska-serket-askblog]

Do you want to try scp 420 j? We have some left

[♏]: Seriously........what is that? ::::?

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

ok this is a weird ass au but my friend n i are fixated. a yuu who was part of th scp foundation as like a researcher or smth and is js entirely uncaring ab the weird shit goin on. someone overblotted and ended up with a broken arm? good thing they brought 2295. crowley bein a menace? get stuck in a room with 999 until he's better. idk i think it's funny js having a hyper specific scp for every random ass situation.

"Oh man I sure am stressed I do wish I had something to calm me down stop my panic attacks..."

Yuu with SCP 420-J:

[jiraiema]

The traveling merchant has come to you with a choice of 3 magical item, you can only have one!

The Enchiridion: A legendary book that has a description of all magical treasures and their locations.

SCP-420-J: Some reeaaallly good cush

The Cloak Of Comfort: A magic cloak that adjusts itself to your size and will never become dirty. This cloak also magically regulates itself to a comfortable temperature to you.

The choice is your....

Ooooooh... Give me the cush!! I want to get so high I can never think again!!

[tempest-toss]

The Call - Beginning

Being an Insurgent was difficult. Every day as a grunt was a day on the chopping block. Depending on your station you could be used as fodder or sent on a "rescue" mission to liberate those contained from the Foundation. Those lucky enough to survive this long earned something truly rare: Vacation.

Thorn Thomas was a beta operative, and after years of saving, decided to cash in all of their vacation days at once, giving them two full weeks of time off. They had found a quaint little camp site near a verdant forest, and set off to stay there, especially when they heard the price for staying was more than 80% off.

After a few days of peace and quiet, several more campers had arrived. While Thorn was irritated that they couldn't enjoy peace alone, they begrudgingly became used to it, mostly spying from their camper to gather any intel that might betray them as Foundation scum.

The first to arrive was a conservative family, consisting of husband Gordon Muntz, wife Trudy Muntz, and their "daughter", which was their dog named Rockette. Yes, spelled exactly like that. Thorn realized early on that Trudy and Gordon were quite conservative, both showing displeasure at some of the bumper stickers Thorn had. At least Rockette was a kind soul.

A Winnebago in rainbow colors showed up next, bringing floral spice to the camp. A stoner named Marvin Viscontti was one of them, often clad in an oversized sweatshirt, red beanie, and often found with a blunt in his mouth that reeked of SCP-420-j, The Super Weed. He mostly stayed inside, but always joined his buddy for outdoor dinner.. The other member was a hippie by the name of Dallas Richter. Wearing tie dye head band, oversized poncho and shirt, and even tie-dye sandals, he was the epitome of flower child attire, complete with a peace sign ear pierces and red tinted glasses. He was one of the few Thorn got along with, as he was relaxed about everything, and would wake up the whole camp to some morning Hand Pan music.

Next to arrive was another duo, a photographer and a cook. Both were somewhat viral stars online, with Norman Fotoparat posting his pictures online and Cassidy Rakoto posting her food cooking videos and tutorials to thousands of hungry viewers. Both announced an indefinite from their work, performing an internet detox involving deactivating accounts after they felt their art was deteriorating in quality that they could produce.

In rapid succession a slew of "nature freaks" (according to Trudy) joined the campsite, bringing with them several trailers, campers, and tents.

A trio arriving together were the explorers and the hiker. The explorers were a lesbian couple, Della and Natasha Lawrence, freshly married and eager to explore some ruins nearby the campsite. The hiker, Slyvester Reid, was just a close friend known for playing matchmaker and helping the two fall in love. He spent every day hiking the different forest trails of the woods. Trudy complained about the three of them, the Lawrences for their lifestyle, and Slyvester because he hiked without a shirt.

Also interested in the ruins as well as the river that connected it to the campsite was an archaeologist, fisherwoman, and a gold panner. The gold panner, Cindy Simmons, was an odd case. Her interactions with Thorn left the impression that she was an uptight valley girl, yet she was standing int the river, scooping dirt and laughing whenever she'd accidentally trip and fall into the river. She became close to the archaeologist Sable Proctor after she helped fight an artifact remnant through panning. Sable was one of the few campers rarely seen, as she spent most of her time in the ruins or in her camper, taking deep care of her discovered relics. Her only time of a more public interaction was when she helped Cassidy cook some trout. Penelope Lordes was the queen of the river, showing off her angler skills, providing an ample supply for Cassidy to cook with. When not rambliing on the "aquatic beauties" that swam in the river, she often gushed about her daughter. This made her close friends with Cindy and Sable, as they all had children attending Brunshire Academy. Thorn remembered that place; they were supposed to lead a mission to kidnap students, but were persuaded not to by hidden anti-personnel guns hidden in the academy's face.

Nobody knew when Silky Cooper showed up. The quiet geocacher appeared in camp one day, setting up a small tent on the outskirts of the encampment. She never spoke a word, only gesturing, nodding or shaking her head, or using whatever she was holding for emphasis. Thorn only learned her name because Cindy knew her. Silky's arrival caused Gordon to make a rude remark about preferring women who were meek and obedient liker her. The next day his truck's tires were slashed and there was cat poop found on his pillow. No one knows how it happened, but Dallas and Marvin looked quite pleased with themselves.

The last to arrive was an ice cream truck, carrying a tired man by the name of Chip Gelato. A natural loner, he often kept to himself, joining the others but not interjecting himself into any conversations. In fact, he seemed a bit ill, often holding an ice pack on his forehead most times Thorn saw them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today was supposed to be another day in a foresty paradise for Thorn.

Then the call came in. It wasn't a verbal call, but a set of beeps. Morse Code, specifically spelling out S-O-S. This was confusing to Thorn, as the radio was meant for short distances, but there was no Insurgency outposts for miles. Thorn picked up the transmitter and checked it. Two potential spikes, one from the forest and the other from the ruins. One of these had to be whatever this distress call is coming from.

Thorn thought about it some more, realizing that this could be dangerous. Maybe they should grab a camper for back-up? Or would they be dead weight? Thorn thought these possibilities before making a plan

[thescaryhyperfem]

actually dr bob should make a video where all he does is get stoned as fuck by SCP 420-J