#scp absolution explains

[mattastr0phic]

Hellloooo y'all on this fine First, today our researchers are open for asks!

Any questions about SCPs, our researchers, and most anything else are welcome! We'll try to get to what we can as best as possible, and we've got a whiteboard. Whether we're joking or not with our answers, though... ah well!

DISCLAIMER: WE ARE NOT ASSOCIATED WITH SCP EXPLAINED. THEY STEAL ART & MISREPRESENT THE ARTICLES THEY TALK ABOUT. THEY ARE A CONTENT FARM AND WE DO NOT CONDONE THEIR BULLSHIT.

[tiredsn0w]

*Five*-ay-eigh(ty)-two...

Working for secret organisations as an assassin...

Weirdly small...

Somewhat unemotional...

(in very early drafts) an ability to teleport...

I think my subconscious stole a character.

[lemonmint-the-neko]

not allowed. just... no. /ref

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

[deadmountaindaughter]

so, a quick timeline for you:

-1.5 years ago: i come up with a writing concept of an antiques store that is actually a place where five kids and two clueless adults collect and store volatile magic artifacts to keep the town around them safe from said artifacts.

-around 1 year ago: i decide to integrate this into Aberrant, my main writing project/obsession. i flesh out the characters and plot (important: as of the present day, i have fully plotted out the first third of the story and have zero clue what is happening after that).

-around 6 months ago: my friend (unintentionally) gets me completely obsessed with a certain online collaborative writing project.

-yesterday: i am sitting at the table reading a skip when i realize Aberrant: Antiques(working title) is just "what if a bunch of gay kids and their incredibly anomalous adoptive/found family started the amateur scp foundation"

[paracosmicka]

Primal Fears AU content but don’t worry it’s still sonadow

That last one is a repost from last year so if you saw the silly drawings but then read the thing in the bottom left corner and went “wait what the fuck”

It’s because it was an AU thing but I literally only had that drawn out and now you get some context at least:

In this universe Sonic is an assassin/bounty hunter/whatever you wanna call a guy that is hired to specifically to kill other Entities. He meets Shadow when they run into each other because they’re both following the same Avatar. Then they do the normal canon sonadow thing where the first interaction they have always ends with them fighting and beating the shit out of each other. And then they kinda calm down but then Shadow has a similar moment from the beginning of the IDW Sonic comics where he gets absolutely pissed that Sonic managed to distract him from catching the bad guy and zooms away before the two have another chance to speak again.

Here Shadow is a GUN field agent except in this universe GUN isn’t really military and it’s more focused on not only investigating (like the Magnus Institute) but also actively dealing with the Entities. Which sounds great except remember how I said they aren’t military well actually they kinda are because “dealing” with Entities and Avatars just means: throw it in the high-security prison that is guarded by other various Avarars that all work for GUN because it means they don’t have to get thrown in prison. So GUN is kinda like The Magnus Institute + Section 31 working together. So actually I guess it’s like the SCP Foundation.

One day Shadow goes into work and Sonic and there and I’m not really sure on what I’m gonna do in the plot to make him end up there (like maybe he’s undercover and just using GUN to get to his next target or maybe GUN does the “hey we’re gonna throw you in jail if you don’t agree to work for us” idk again not sure yet) but now he’s working with Shadow because they still need to catch that Avatar.

So now we’re sorta caught up, they’re at Club Rouge (and I realized I didn’t specify which Entity she serves in my drawing of her but people who guessed the Stranger ding ding ding here have some sonadow) because Sonic and Shadow need to kinda interrogate Surge and Amy, who are associated with the Slaughter. They have a band called Poison Rose and it’s basically just Grifter’s Bone but they perform rock music instead. And are also probably dating.

Anyway the Big Case™️ Sonic and Shadow are working on is investigating a bunch of spooky murders and they’re pretty sure whoever’s behind them is a Slaughter avatar. But not specifically Amy and Surge☝️ They’re kinda “allowed” to perform the Music That Makes You Die because GUN also has like an “informant” group of avatars they can rely on. These avatars don’t work for GUN, but they agree to chill out on the spooky stuff if it means they don’t get arrested for spooky crimes. So for Poison Rose, “chilling out” on the spooky stuff means that they have to force people to wear earplugs while they perform, which wasn’t specifically stated in MAG 42 if that works or not, not really sure of the magic rules of the Music That Makes You Die phenomena but yeah they gotta do that and probably some other stuff so GUN doesn’t arrest them. Like maybe no swearing or something lol.

Okay gonna stop there before this gets even longer explaining my AU because this was supposed to be just a normal sketch post but whoops.

Oh also I made a playlist for the kind of music Poison Rose performs but it was made private because I didn’t want anyone to stumble across it and be like “pshhhh this dumb person who makes public playlists of their AU that no one knows about what a loser” (me when I make up completely unrealistic scenarios in my head) but now here’s a post explaining that part of my AU so that person can’t make fun of me anymore

[thedeskofaltoclef]

autisum infodump about victor I'm bored as fuck and I need to character design somthing for my portfolio or I will simultaneously implode and explode

Victor/Viktor depending on how I feel like spelling it at the time is a homebrew element that I have added to Alto Clef. Victor's name comes from his stand in 'Violence In Clef' that I used as a name during the outline phase and just eventually became Vic which became Victor/Viktor (because Ks are edgy)

The Deskverse follows the D.I.D. cannon representing Agent Ukulele and Alto Clef as alters of Francis.

With some assistance of some friends I have met who have D.I.D. I worked on my own alter to add to the character.

It was explained to me that there or roles that some alters can take which is how I found out about the 'protector' role. This, i believe, is represented via Francis creating Clef. The protector of Francis and Ukulele.

To go into better detail here is some other lore that leads up to it.

In 4231 Meri is originally held at the foundation and to close the plot hole with her escaping along with Ukulele and Francis being active at the time of Cornwall I created the lore that they can split into two people if need be. They are reality benders after all. The original goal of the Deskverse was to make a complete timeline of events and patch up any holes that could stop creating a full cannon inside a world of no cannon. Granted I decided to take another road and just go multiverse because its easier. The most Alto Clef thing you can do is say FUCK YOUR 'THERE IS NO CANNON'! EVERYTHING IS CANNON NOW!

Though I digress.

Ukulele was originally the protector of Francis and after Francis was taken in to the foundation as a SCP and being tested he was able to split himself again and get less-than-a-day-old-meri to the nuns VIA Ukulele while he stayed to be a distraction.

At this time Francis was alone again, for the first time in a long time, and with that a new alter began to form. Tough was good but he had lost so much. He cant lose anymore. He needs to be tough, vile, disgusting. He needs to be everything he hates. He needs to be everything everyone else hates and thus Alto Clef was born.

As time goes on in the Deskverse Ukeulele and Francis refused to front. Spoiler reasons. However one day I was thinking, "Who protects the protector?" and it really kept with me. What would Alto Clef, from my experiences with the character, create to protect him?

This had me thinking of every video, 'explained', off site story or suggestion where Clef is damn near always depicted as a violent blood thirsty monster. He only exists to kill! SPOOOOOKY He only hates and fights... SCAAAARRRYYYYY. And as anyone who is an actual fan would know that really isnt the case. The unfortunate amount of knowledge I have on the character I can also say that isnt the case.... So I made that him.

Victor is pure violence. Victor is that version of Clef that you see laughing and cackling as he does go on a balls to the walls murder spree. Victor's job is survival of the system and when every alter has had their whole life shown to them that 'Violence is the answer' Victor is what you get. He is feral. He is Primal.

Mentally he's kinda like Hulk. Hes there, hes present, but hes angry. He doesn't think. He is the definition of fight or flight. For his intelligence I like to equate it to a more advanced cave man. He growls, he grunts, he snarls and drools. He is just a monster.

A thing with me, though, is when I make a character I need to give them flaws. I hate power scalers and its hard to say that when you are this closely connected to a character that is the definition of a Mary-sue. Oh, this problem cant be fixed? Throw a clef at it. Hes basically SCP duct-tape for writers block. One of these flaws is when in this state he doesn't recognize people to well. He can only focus on one task at a time and like I said earlier he is only there during 'fight or flight'. It basically has to take Clef losing absolute control for Victor to come out. With that, however, part of Victors flaws is that he has no clue who Meri is. This goes back to the intelligence. His job is to kill the thing or escape the thing. Thats it. That is all he is. Meri is not part of that. Meri does not matter to him. Yes, this does come up in one of my tales.

Within the Deskverse I use Heterochromia to depict each alter. The Blue eye is a representation of Francis, the green eye is Ukulele, the hazel eye is Clef. Three men active in one body all represented. They are all always active and always communicating with each other.

little lore bonus. Tears only ever come out of his blue eye for some reason. *internet shrug*

Vic on the other hand, well, hes not represented by an iris. He is represented by busted blood vessels in the whites of the eye. He is a much stronger presence than the other two and by, for a lack of terms, letting him out he takes full control. The blood vessels in all three eyes is how I represent that.

The elder has his own eye pattern as well but no one ever asks about him.

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and after that dash was like 30 minuets because I got distracted and probably left stuff out. So, yeah, thats a chunk of Vic. Hes a feral animal that is there to preserve the system by any means nessacary. He likes murder, he likes blood, hes what the offsite-offsite thinks clef is.

Again, sorry, I got distracted and lost my flow hahaha

[theallianceofcelestials]

For SEA, can you write what it would be like if KC and Eclipse had a tiny conflict? Sorry I haven’t completely caught up on it (I’m on like chapter 5 and intend to read further this week) so sorry if you’ve already done it and I’m over hear just looking for the angst<\3

I mean there's plenty of conflict between them, but I'm going to assume you meant conflict as in them arguing (English not my first language, sorry)

Also, don't worry about it! Even if I did it I'd at 'worst' point you in the direction of it, even if this did take me a couple days lol. Depression be like that I guess

Eclipse will readily admit any day that his relationship with Killcode is the calmest of them all. They usually get along great, even if the SCP sometimes pushes the limits or Eclipse himself does something that grates on the giant's nerves. But those are always such minor things, and they can usually talk their conflicts through.

This, is not one of those times.

"Absolutely not! I'm not going to let you run off somewhere without our protection!"

"IT'S NOT FOR YOU TO DECIDE! It's not even for ME to decide!"

His siblings have huddled up with their uncles, almost like children asking their parents to shield them from the world. In a way, it's the correct course of action.

They have been shouting for the past fifteen minutes, something entirely unheard of between them.

Usually he's too terrified of the nightmare to do it. Or well, he used to be.

Not anymore

"I can't just-!"

"Oh no, you can just-!"

He's never been this angry at his father before. He's never wanted to throw something at him before this. This is new.

But rage courses through him, and despite how he wishes he could stop, so they could talk this through, he can't. The angry words crawl up his throat, escaping from his voicebox until there's nothing he could do.

But despite it all, he knows logically all it would take to solve this situation is a deep breath from one of them.

That way maybe he could explain this is not just for himself, but for them as well. So the Foundation won't threaten their life.

So that Eclipse won't be put on the kill list

"And if this new entity kills you?! WHAT THEN?!"

He winces as the whole room shakes from the power of Killcode's voice, absently thinking there might just be some magic behind those words, but he cancels the thought process, focusing back on getting through the thick skull of this idiot, so he could explain what in the fuck is going on-

"DO YOU THINK I HAVEN'T THOUGHT THAT THROUGH!?"

"DO YOU THINK I TRUST THE FOUNDATION?! AFTER EVERYTHING THEY DID?!"

His motors growl, his teeth grind against themselves as his default grin stretches wide, showing off all his teeth. His rays shoot out of his head, rattling in warning, claws itching to slide out from their comfortable housings, but all his threat displays pale in comparison to the giant spreading his hands, flexing his sharp fingers.

Eclipse throws his hands up in the air. He's so annoyed right now it's unreal.

"I CAN'T WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!"

He whirls around, snarling in irritation as his coat sticks to him annoyingly. He blasts steam from his vents, clenching his teeth to the point of pain as it escapes him.

"DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE THIS ROOM! ECLIPSE!"

He ignores the enraged howl of his name, ignores his uncles and siblings, ignores his enraged father, and ignores the tiny voice crying in him to stop and go back. He ignores it all, storming outside.

Whether he likes it or not, he has to schedule his own transfer. Which he should do at the earliest, lest some idiot accuse him of not being loyal enough or whatever.

As he begins walking again, he ignores the desperate looks of his family flash in his memory, tries pushing down the sickness he feels, and only half succeeds.

Terror crawls at him, the phantom sensation of a sword cutting through him like he's cotton candy, the sticky warmth of something red red red on his face as someone from underwater screams. He ignores it all, marching onward, trying to pull his cold, uncaring mask on all the while, despite how it doesn't fit anymore, despite how he found something much better to cope with, because what else can he do?

The same little voice he's trying to push down screams that it knows the answer, that it's his family, but he pushes it down.

Anger is a bitter poison he almost missed

[thedovesaredying]

Reverse Fae AU | Fae!Reader x Nikto

Once again I have been tempted into the fae wilds again by the dear @ghouljams and have another piece for your enjoyment! No smut just yet, but it'll be in the next part I post. This fic is just a bit of a "how reader gets her man" explaination.

Putting Nikto through The Horrors TM. because if no one else will then I guess it has to be me.

Y'all might be able to tell SCP-1128 is one of my faves, so I drew a bit of inspiration from there. Unedited as always baby!

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He’s made a mistake, a terrible, terrible mistake.  

A voice hums so softly from the bathroom, echoes bouncing against the tiles to create a strange, hypnotic symphony. The sound is so gentle, luring his body into a false sense of security, muscles growing lax despite the thundering of his heart against his chest. His brain is confused, knowing there’s something wrong, but unable to feel the fear he should be trembling with.  

It calls his name in a saccharine tone, dripping with false sweetness. Not even Nikto, but his real name, the one he’s hidden for so long. Despite covering his ears and gritting his teeth against the sound, he can still hear it deep within his mind. He can almost feel the way fingers comb through his thoughts, plucking at his already frail restraint.  

“Отвяжись!” He snaps, nails digging into his own scalp as if he could tear the creature’s influence from his brain with his own two hands.  

“Just open the door,” that damn voice coos, undercut by the sound of claws dragging down the edge of the doorframe. “You called me here, silly human,” the little giggle it makes causes his stomach to flip and a fluttering sensation to develop rather rapidly, “why are you hiding from me?”  

He wants to snarl back that it was a mistake, but you’ve started humming that strange song again, and his entire body has begun to feel as if it’s weighed down by lead. The only sound he can make is a rather pathetic groan, his eyes drooping with a sudden wave of exhaustion.  

He never should have accepted that “gift” from a fae, his babushka would absolutely have his head if she were still around. She’d told him tales, as all grandmothers tend to do, many of them revolving around the trickery and cruelty of the fae. They never do something or give something without expecting something in return.  

It had given him the little vial of water, pressing it into his gloved hands with a grin still dripping blood stolen from the body of one of his allies. “Keep it,” the monster whispers, tickling his ears with her breath despite the many layers of clothing between them, “keep it on your body, at all times.” Her fingers, tipped with dangerously sharp nails gently trail down the front of his body armour, voice purring in a way that sends shivers down his spine.  

He knew better than to refuse, lest it be considered a slight against the creature, and took the little glass jar of water, tucking it into his shirt and watching as the fae disappears back into the lake with a satisfied grin.  

The first time his little gift was used was entirely by accident. A simple infiltration mission where Nikto and his fellow KorTac operators were supposed to be gathering intel before returning to exfil.  

Perhaps it’s because of how simple the mission had been that caused him to grow sloppy. His mind was elsewhere, and that was something the enemy seemed to have noticed and were quick to capitalise on. He would be a little embarrassed if it weren’t for how the rest of the scenario had played out.  

A young enemy soldier – a child really, too young to have more than a few patchy hairs growing on his face – he’d been cocky enough (or perhaps desperate enough) to think he could get the jump on him. A shame, as the boy might have had potential had he not made the mistake of trying to fight the wrong mercenary.  

When he turns a blind corner, the boy was ready for him, choosing to lunge forward, combat knife poised to strike at the Russian’s throat. Nikto is fast enough to deflect the blade with the armoured back of his arm but is forced to release his grip on his rifle in order to do so.  

A kick to the enemy’s stomach has the boy stumbling backward, but before Nikto can continue, a second opponent joins the scuffle. The other man tries to tackle him, but it only opens them up to the headlock Nikto grapples them into.  

A rough jerk of his own knife against the enemy’s throat has arteries and veins shredding under his hand and a spray of blood bursting forth in all directions. He throws the flailing body to the floor, ignoring the way the man weakly grasps at his throat, a pool of crimson growing with every passing moment.  

The younger soldier reaches for him again, ignoring their fallen comrade as they try again to reach for Nikto with one hand and swipe at him with their other one. He dodges the slash once again but isn’t fast enough to evade the man completely. The boy’s fingers wrap around the thin twine keeping the tiny jar of water around his neck.  

The fabric is thin enough that his backward momentum easily snaps it, the vial falling away the moment the enemy tosses it aside. It smashes into the ground, thin glass splintering apart and the clear liquid inside dripping into the large pool of blood.  

He’s upset, if only because it’s the only proof he has of the strange encounter several months ago. No one would ever believe him if he spoke of it and on some days, he too doubts his own memories. Yet there lay the proof, proof that he’d somehow managed to please the fae creature enough for it to offer him a gift in return.  

Wish a snarl, he lands a devastating kick to the boy’s stomach, sending the lad stumbling backwards. As he steps back to create more rooms for himself, he’s cautious to move around the bloody puddle. Though his eyes remain trained on the boy – now righting himself and refilling his lungs with the air that Nikto’s strike had stolen from him – he can’t help but to glance at the blood.  

His eyes are drawn to it like magnets, his hair standing on end as something sends a shiver down his spine. Darkness seems to swirl within the ruby pool, deepening its colour until it’s almost black. Looking away from it feels as foolish as turning his back to a wild animal, but he must keep focus on the more present danger. His curiosities can be indulged later.  

The boy has his dagger raised and poised to strike at the first sign of weakness, taking a single step closer. His foot meets the puddle and, before he even has the chance to so much as scream, his body is falling as though the floor below him has suddenly vanished. The soldier’s arms grab at the ground next to the blood, only just stopping him from being completely submerged.  

He watches the boy splutter, arms flailing and water sloshing all over the floor. The larger the puddle grows from his rapid movements, the more the floor seems to disappear. The other soldier struggles to stay afloat, rapidly losing more ground the more he battles against the seemingly never-ending liquid.  

Nikto watches, unable to do much more than openly stare, the other man is suddenly torn from above the water. The soldier can only let out the beginnings of a scream, but it’s immediately muffled by the sound of the water splashing in his wake. It disturbs the corpse of the other deceased soldier, and he watches as it too slips below the surface.  

With the other soldier no longer disturbing the pool’s surface, the puddle has finally stopped its terrifying expansion. But he doesn’t have the time to relax, as a large fin cuts through the water, reminiscent of a shark’s dorsal fin in the way it so seamlessly glides along without causing so much as a ripple.  

A soft song floats up from the abyss, alien and terrifying, yet somehow one of the most alluring sounds he’s ever heard. There’s an urge that builds within him, a desperate need to get closer to the water. He can’t help it, almost as though his body is moving while his mind is somewhere else.  

He hears rather than feels it when he falls to his knees, reaching out and dipping his hands into the pool. There’s a voice somewhere in the back of his head screaming, brain trying to trigger every fight or flight response in the hopes of something getting through to his body that seems to have gone rogue.  

His arms don’t stop, even as his gloves begin to fill with water, not until he feels something brush against the tips of his fingers. He wants to pull away, to tear himself back from whatever creature just pulled the other soldier to his death. But he holds still, hands held outstretched.  

He feels as something press up against his palm, before suddenly, it’s as though a switch is flipped in his brain and all bodily control has returned to him. With a jerk, he throws himself away from the pool, shoving himself away from the water.  

As the water settles, the room falls into silence. A moment later, someone rounds the corner, guns raised and sweeping the room. It’s his colleagues, all staring at him as though he’s lost him mind.  

“Are you broken, sir?” One of them asks.  

He frowns for a second, before realising that his gloves which were damp with water, are now stained with a deep red, a pungent metallic scent burning his nose even through his mask. Perhaps his men aren’t completely foolish, the blood stains do look rather grizzly in hindsight.  

“нет,” he waves them off, pushing back to his feet as he tries to calm his still racing heart. A single glance at the puddle reveals it is once again just that, a mere puddle of blood and nothing more. When he looks down to what was placed into his hand, he’s met with a vial of crystal-clear water, identical to his previous one.  

If he had been smart, he would have thrown the water away and run, but something compelled him to keep it close. Perhaps if he had, then he wouldn’t be in this situation now.  

Her voice had whispered to him, encouraging him to pour a drop of the water into a full bath. It pulled at his curiosity, digging its claws into his thoughts and pushing him to do something he already knew was foolish.  

As the fae starts calling for him again, he digs his hands into his hair, praying that the pain will distract him from the haunting song that creeps through the crack in the door. He closes his eyes, but when they open- He's stood inside the bathroom again, his muscles locked up and completely frozen.  

He can feel claws sliding up the back of his shirt, no longer protected by his usual body armour. The sensation sends goosebumps rising in the wake of each claw, climbing up and up and up, until finally reaching the back of his neck. Fingers shifting to curl around his throat, holding him in place with a grip like steel.  

Despite trying with every shred of strength to try and pull away, body shaking from the exertion, he’s still unable to move. He can’t even widen his eyes as another hand grabs at his face, pressing against his scarred cheeks until his mouth is forced open. A single, clawed finger slides between his lips, pressing down on his tongue hard, until a tiny bead of blood pools beneath its tip.  

He chokes when water begins to rush from the creature’s hand and directly into his mouth, but rather than the normally cool, soothing sensation that should have met him, it burns more like acid. It hits the tiny wound in his mouth, mixing with his own blood and burning through his entire body.  

He can’t tell how long it lasts for, not with the way his brain begins to fog over. The thoughts slowly drift away, and he can’t quite recall why he should care so much about that. Without the fear he can at least appreciate the cool hands that drop from his face and throat, then down to his chest, only the thin fabric of a sleep shirt separating the hands from his burning skin.  

“That feels better now, doesn’t it?” that soft voice coos, lips brushing over his pulse point, followed by the gentle scraping of teeth.  

He can only hum in agreement, eyes drooping as his head slowly drops down slightly. He feels a forehead press against his own, looking up and into the pools of liquid black staring back at him. “да,” he breathes, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of another person’s hands roaming his body.  

“Let’s get you home then, yes?” He nods against her, ignoring the way his stomach twists nervously when the fae only grins.  

[brightshaw-shipper]

This is a (gimmick?) blog about Dr. Jack Bright and Dr. Elias Shaw just loving each other and generally being blorbos. The year is ~2130-2140, but that's not really important. The setting is SCP Foundation Site-██.

Dr. Bright:

he/they

neurodivergent (has audhd)

gay

Jewish

born on 8/9/1960

first died to able on 11/28/1982

the list is explained as him originally being crazy and chaotic to cope with immortality, he's far past that now

loves Star Trek. like is absolutely obsessed with it. writes spirk fanfiction.

doesn't really care that elias used to be an insurgent, as long as he isn't one now

will protect elias with his life

Dr. Shaw:

he/they

neurodivergent (has adhd)

gay

Nonreligious, but practices the Jewish holidays because Jack does

born on 2/22/2057

loves Star Wars

first died to 682 on 2/17/2093

crawled into a SPAOCU (Standard Portable Anomalous Object Containment Unit) closet to die and wasn't discovered until 2130

originally part of the chaos insurgency, sent to assassinate and replace bright by agent cereus saguaro of alpha command

found by bright, love at first sight

will protect jack with his life

OOC (me):

she/they

Jewish

neurodivergent (has adhd)

has never died, but knows what it's like due to being a writer

brighthearted fictionfolk

asexual and possibly aromantic

far too obsessed with the SCP Foundation

like unhealthily obsessed

neededtheyob on ao3

Click here to ask me anything about the ship! I'll be happy to answer any (SFW) questions you may have!

[piratefern]

that's was Long and great explanation you can actually wrote a wattpad book of it! And I actually like the storyline it's really great and really felt bad for scp 049 :( honestly it was too much for poor birdie TvT

And yea why bother! I will like to read scp 035 one too ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ Thanks for taking my questions ( ˘ ³˘)♥

YIIPPEEEEE, thankyou so much :’D

alright with dyo, we’ll need some context too, in the sense that you will need to be aware of the original lore for Alagadda so id recommend reading the wiki if you haven’t already)

(Another note is that my version of Alagadda’s time doesn’t work linearly, so in this sense, it is entirely possible to enter alagadda during any time it exists, and exit to earth in a different era than when you left. It explains how the culture is affected by different eras in time, and this will be also important narratively!)

(He is originally from Alagadda as per the usual lore, except in my au he wasn’t banished to earth, and instead took refuge there, fleeing execution from the ambassador and other lords.)

In my au, dyo has a toxic sibling relationship with the other lords, ontop of this he’s also the shortest and the runtiest of the few and so was picked on, which lines him up to becoming the hanged king’s favourite as he was the easiest to manipulate.

Originally working as the jester for his king he is killed by a peasant uprising (as per the original lore) and is brought back to life three days later, offering his king a cup filled with the blood of his enemies gifted by the brothers death.

The lore follows the original story line from here in which he invites a bird like doctor to the palace to cure him of his influence of the hanged king (remember how time in alagadda isn’t linear? Yep, thats hasel! He finds a broken passage to alagadda after the point in which he has left dyo and just before the foundation finds him. He researches it and fixes it, hoping to find the “cure” for the vine on the other side)

Hasel doesn’t recognise dyo’s old form as the black lord and dyo at this point is yet to even meet hasel, and so neither of the two realise that they were intwined from the beginning.

after being cured by hasel and attempting to fight the influence of the hanged king, his execution is plotted against him by the other lords and the ambassador, and so, he escapes to earth.

yet, in my au the lords and the ambassador are still after dyo, but are unaware of his ware-abouts, Dyo destroys the portal which in turn wipes his entire memory, hoping that it will never be rebuilt again.

But didn’t hasel rebuild the portal? Uh oh! He did! Meaning he had unintentionally both freed and doomed his lover. Not only that, but the foundation had been tracking the signal that the portal had been omitting, causing the capture of both the portal and hasel! And, of course, the foundation would absolutely never destroy it!

On another note, sometimes memories of Alagadda will seep through the cracks, instances from the past that dyo forged reflect memories from his childhood and experiences in Alagadda.

Dyo landed in ancient Greece, and genuinely believes he is from there. He believes that he was a balatro (roman jester) for the king, and was fused to his mask by the ancient Greek gods as a punishment for stealing the golden wreath from the king of Rome.

However, it is evident that this story isn’t true, at the time Rome had a consul system not a king, and despite the fact Rome had capitulated Greece they didn’t share the same gods despite their similarities.

He makes his way through life, but aware of his immortality he drowns himself in alcohol and lavish parties. He doesn’t get close to anyone as he knows that they will one day die and that he will not, causing him to build bad behaviours, appear overtly cocky and confident, a tendency to avoid rejection as a side effect and a need to convince himself that everything is alright.

So! Imagine dyo, an immortal being, avoiding close relationships with anyone he meets and putting up a persona to avoid anyone liking him, finding another immortal being!I

He grows incredibly attached to hasel, for the first time in almost two millennia he doesn’t have to be alone anymore, he can finally learn how to open himself up and build on his issues and break down his persona.

But this causes abandonment and attachment issues, so you can imagine how he must have reacted when hasel leaves!

He can’t handle this, and embarks on a journey to find him again, this journey spanning over a century from WW1 to present day, in which he is also captured by the foundation and placed in the same facility as hasel… and the portal!

They are given their numbered codes 035 and 049, but with dyo being so close to the fixed portal he gradually begins to remember his past…

So yeah thats all im up to so far :3

i haven’t written anything past the foundation and the portal plot, but technically in the original draft i made with my partner a couple years back they escape with the help of Laurence (106). They learn to mend their broken relationship and also learn how to get along with laurence despite his creepiness, but that part is all old stuff so i might rewrite it. But the fact hasel leaves at WW1 was important, as this is around the time Laurence becomes anomalous, so it ties their stories in too :3

[mattastr0phic]

Wait I didn't get, scp explain steal art and gave class information as well like The rubber? Or is it and April Fools Day joke

To preface, my disclaimer and callout against SCPE/SCP content farms is not an April Fools day joke. The only joke here is that I'm using their style, and being goofy with it.

While the bits about their Scarlet King design being stolen from another artist I currently can't find (and it's hard to believe they didn't purposefully bury this), I should also point out that they are largely racist, whitewashing quite a few POC characters and also actual people (*Rounderhouse is Definitely Not White). As for misinformation, they leave out a LOT of important parts of articles in their videos and play shit up to make things 'seem more interesting''. For example, in their Incident 239-B video, they completely leave out the fact that Clef's will was manipulated by 239-B's reality bending abilities. She believed that he would kill her, thus making it real. SCPE purposefully left out this information to make Clef sound like an all-around villain.

DISCLAIMER: WE ARE NOT ASSOCIATED WITH SCP EXPLAINED. THEY STEAL ART, WHITEWASH CHARACTERS, & MISREPRESENT THE ARTICLES THEY TALK ABOUT. THEY ARE A CONTENT FARM AND WE DO NOT CONDONE THEIR BULLSHIT.

[catcas22]

Literally Dreaming About the DLC

Had a disturbingly vivid dream about an Elden Ring sidequest, and decided to share it 1) to exorcise it from my mind 2) because there might be some potential here?

Content warning for implied dead kids.

Starts out galloping around Liurnia at night, on the lake just north of the Moonlight Altar. Hereabouts, I think:

Tarnished spots a large cluster of spectral animals ahead and investigates. In the center of the herd is a spectral dragon-hybrid, childlike but in a Ghost of Christmas Past sort of way.

The spirit appears morose and rather confused about her current state. When questioned, she drops a few poetically ominous lines about cold and dark, then mentions the name "The Hunter Michigain" [sic] before she clams up.

Tarnished goes to ask her buddy Kalé if he's heard any local gossip about this guy. Kalé explains that Michigain is a madman worshipping some kind of cold-affiliated entity. He sacrifices to said entity by kidnapping small children and leaving them down an abandoned mine to die of hypothermia (What the hell, my subconscious? I think I might have been drawing on SCP-4666 a bit).

Kalé then proceeds to recount an absolutely harrowing tale of how years ago, his three-year-old nephew was taken by Michigain. Against all counsel, Kalé's brother tried to go after the kid. Michigain broke the poor guy's legs and left him a few levels down the mine, close enough to the surface that those above could hear his agonized pleas for help. Kalé finally breaks and arms up to go spring the obvious trap.

Present day, Kalé recounts that he didn't get his brother or his nephew back, just a leg so mangled he can still barely walk on it. Kalé began the story trying to dissuade us from tangling with Michigain, but by the end of it he's ready for round two now that he has the Tarnished for extra muscle.

Kalé directs us to a set of ruins high on the Moonlight Altar, where we find the entrance to Michigain's mine. It's an absolutely hellish platforming puzzle, where we have to drop down level by level through the entire depth of the plateau, balancing on rickety mineshaft scaffolding while Michigain shoots at us with a gatling crossbow and his goons try to run along the rafters and tackle us off.

Thankfully, there are no visible dead kids, no environment-hazard live kids that we have to avoid friendly-firing, and no kids attacking us for whatever reason. There is, however, an omnipresent sound of sniffling and whimpering, always sounding as if it's just around the corner, sometimes louder, sometimes softer.

Kalé is with us. He moves at like 0.2 miles per hour due to the bad leg, and he'll die in a hurry if you leave him behind. But if you stick with him and draw fire, he's got a big hatchet and a box-fed dart gun, and he's quite effective at sniping the cultist highwaymen as they try to rush you.

Michigain looks like a sort of evil coureur des bois, wrapped up in layers of snow-dusted leather and fur. We never see his face. He never says a word. He fights with the aforementioned gatling crossbow, then switches to a pickaxe when we get close.

Before we fight him, we get a miniboss in the form of his two dragon-hybrid henchmen, both notably bigger and older than the spirit who initially tipped us off.

We finally face Michigain at the lowest level of the mine. The sounds of weeping children are loudest here. If we spoke to Ranni after triggering the quest and informed her of what was happening on her land, she shows up halfway through the fight the way Yura does for the Nerijus fight. She gives a monologue to the tune of "You merely adopted the dark, I was born into it" that I dearly wish I could remember verbatim, then wrecks the guy with Ranni's Dark Moon.

It was only in the process of writing this all out that I realized the two dragon-hybrids are definitely the specter child's parents, who sacrificed their own daughter for the sake of Michigain's cult.

[r3d-m3dic]

It's 11:30 pm. I shouldn't be awake. but I had headcanons be beamed into my brain that I need to write down lmao

SCP headcanons, gaming edition

Gears: COD. He plays COD. No don't ask why. I do not know. It's just funny to me. He never uses glitches because 'you're not supposed to do that.'

Iceberg: He mostly plays COD with Gears. Except he's absolute ass at it, yet knows every single glitch in every single COD game.

Glass: Animal Crossing. Need I explain?

Bright: Minecraft, but that was in my last headcanon post. He also likes TF2.

Kondraki: The Looker. Specifically because of the dick joke at the end. That's all. That's the reason.

Clef: He finds Wobbledogs amusing and tries to make the most hideous creations possible. He made a 3 eyed dog before and cried when it died.

No I didn't. -Clef

Uh huh sureeee ;) -Bright

Stfu -Clef

:( -Bright

how did you guys get access to this -me

:) -Bright

ah that's cringe

[coffeebrownn]

setting place for current ethan and chris relationship since i never really explain (takes place post re8, my post au some sort):

- ethan perished after the re8 event, but later was located at the outskirt of romania and moldova border

- he's now under chris custody, he's neither dead or alive and after post re8, chris was infected by the mold but not eveline's variant, but rather ethan's (and ethan's variant mutates again under chris' injury stress)

- chris tries to draw ethan blood and does mandatory check ups (MRI, EKG, etc) and all of it are absent (blood is still present), but chris is reluctant with the conclusion, so he tries to find both of them cure (not an absolute cure but enough to not alarmed others)

- eventually they both quaratined themselves with the help of HWS (at this point the group grew to a good 50 member size) and gain access to eastern europe BSAA branch (i'd like to think that BSAA or Blue umbrella to be entities similar to SCP foundation)

- BSAA finally uncovered HWS and chris activities, and pursue their act to terminate all members of HWS, chris and ethan (yes they did lure all of them to the eastern europe branch, chris knew but he didn't knew that the news will be spread this quickly)

- this is where chris died (brutally gunned down) but got revived because of the mold, which he realized unlike ethan's mold, his mold regenerative power can regenerate limbs (ethan can only reattach his limbs)

- they got out, and with the help of leon, hunnigan and ashley, they manage to relocate all of the effected ones and gave them new identies/documents now under a new, lesser corrupt BSAA/Blue umbrella organization that ashley initiate (process similar to a Witness Protection Program but in international level)

- ???

- domestic time with chris and ethan babyy 🎉 (yea chris was forced to retired) this is where most of the doodle comes from all before rosemary intergration

- rosemary is under jill's care, ome of the few reason why thry're hesitant to place rosemary within ethan's care is they don't even know that ethan is ethan or it's the mold controlling ethan's body

- and since rosemary's mold is stabilizing thye don't want to create any cross contamination likd what the mold did towards chris

- but since they manage to find a suitable and somdwhat functioning medication for ethan (and later chris) they got reunited again, and rose is 4 or 5 years old now

- mia is looking after everything from afar, she contributed to create the medication and (only) ethan's safety but never accepts credit (mostly out of guilt), she's still pining over ethan yet react with detachment to everyone

- everyone was left bittersweet and lukewarm outlook, there's still zombie outbreaks left and right, the name "chris redfield" goes to obscurity so does everyone else, but for rosemary she has a normal happy childhood with ethan

- sadly for this au chris never really got officially married to ethan, i don't think he cares too much about the title, got the rings though

//sorry if things doesn't make sense or there's plotholes, idk what to say, cheers

[do-i-look-like-a-doctor]

okay but the Naruto universe is so fucking weird yet funny if you explain it and question it.

first, you have this lil orphan broke kid ninja boy named after a fishroll. then, you have an emo kid who acts like he got parents and a good way in life despite the fact he’s equally as much of an orphan as Mr. Broke-Blonde-Bitch. THEN you have this normal chick with pink hair who signed up for absolutely none of this nonsense yet got dragged into it. tell me why it’s these three against the world yet none of them can function together? it’s like watching ferrets hyped up on PCP fight over raw spaghetti noodles. dont even get me started when they were in school together, i can bet every person here 6 cents that at some point Sakura aka Ms. Fuckall got tired of Naruto and Sasuke’s bullshit and just tried to abandon them at an animal shelter.

speaking of school and general tomfoolery, why was the dude in charge of these three young squishy brained freaks the most depressed 20 something year old creature on the planet? i will admit, Kakashi is attractive and a great dude. he is so iconic, he misses his old team, and it’s clear he wanted best for his Group of Weird Children but he also reads porn all day and his mask probs smells like cheap aftershave.

if i was a 13 year old ninja child and i saw my sensai (who’s name sounds like cashew) doing all that i’d assume im either about to learn a sick ass skill (how to not cope with emotional trauma properly) or im about to get my ass handed to me. or im about to dropout.

back on track. so you’ve got orphan #1, orphan #2, Ms. Get-Me-Out-Of-Here, and Emotionally Repressed Man in one team. what do the kids do? beef for like 3048384 episodes. what does Kakashi do? try to teach them the power of friendship the entire damn series. oh, and let’s not forget that Naruto apparently has a demon fox inside him because of course he does.

anyways, once the team gets good at teaming they haul off to take their lil ninja exams. who do they meet? some kid named Gaara with smudged eyeliner and shaved brows. he’s a red-head, that’s cute. oh and he can control sand and tries to kill every child in the exams because his dad is a piece of shit hipster. who else do they meet? a kid named Rock Lee who can kick really hard, a girl named Tenten who wishes for all of us to stfu, and poor Neji who can’t keep doing this. there’s also some guy named Guy. yeah, the chunin exams nearly flop because Gaara doesn’t know how to act right.

all this is happening but the pivotal of it all? Sasuke decides to be extra emo and FUCKS OFF TO KILL HIS HALF BLIND SICKLY OLDER TWINK BROTHER.

then, Naruto decides he wants to harness his powers and FUCKS OFF WITH AN OLD ASS BUSHY HAIRED MAN WHO WRITES PORN. Jiraiya needs to be studied on a microscopic spiritual level. he is why SCP’s exist.

who let these kids out? i told you all not to feed the animals and look what happened. now theres beef between a group of kids and the akatsuki.

oh and the akatsuki?? don’t get me started. wtf is that. why is this group of fucked up people with weird powers who are being led by a ginger hive mind of corpses just wandering around? and why is Weasel, aka Itachi, in the middle of it with his goofy explosive hypnotic eyeballs? i want them all put down.

so you’ve got the evil eldirch horrors in the streets. thats fine. Naruto gets put into a new gang cuz Kakashi has to hospitalized. cool, whatever. Naruto decides to start hutning down his rogue boyfriend alongside Sakura, who became a sickass ninja doctor, along with his new sensei Yamato. wonderful… THEN SOME BITCH NAMED SAI SHOWS UP.

DO NOT GET ME STARTED.

what is that? why is it emo? why is its tongue tattooed? put it back outside bro i stg. i love him so much.

everything is just everywhere in this anime bro I can’t. Sasuke is no where to be seen, Naruto is doing fuckall across the world with his groupie, Kakashi is lowkey sad again cuz his kids are gone, and Sakura can barely breathe without issues occurring.

not just that but the twink brother named Weasel is being stupid and enables his own murder. yeah he basically wants Sasuke to come for his ass. meanwhile, Naruto comes home bigger, better, older but still broke and full of fox demon. still, not a single soul except his friends and teachers like him. shit gets even more wild, it becomes knock-off Cheetah Girls vs. The World.

girl i gotta go before i hurt someone. see yall in part 2.

(all of this is heavily unedited, apologies for mistakes)

[thingsthatbleedfic]

hey so what was that about the note in Danny's scp file that said they had no proof of him killing anyone huh

I mean on the one hand that could explain why there's no character tags for anyone from Amity Park, implying that none of them are able to show up (unlike tom and kyra, who will have enough of an impact on the story to be worthwhile tags) but on the other hand, nah, I'm still holding on to (the hope that nobody's dead) the theory that Danny leapt to conclusions, you know cause he just DIED and wasn't in a stable mindset.

anyways the latest chapter was great and me and the boys are gonna go feral. Yassen has absolutely accepted little Danny as his second son and he's just in denial!

yassen is like... aware he's compromised but is an absolute CHAMP at putting off his midlife crisis about it. i can't wait to smack him to death with the baseball bat once he lets his feelings catch up with him properly

as for the amity tags... :) who's to say what happened that day in amity park?