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[starynightandblackskys]

Snow says she doesn't ship 049 x 6118 yet this post is still up on her instagram, I don't care if their relationship as change in snow canon because this post was made with the intention of shiping and it still reads as that. She can say all she wants that 049 and 6118 is platonic but what she draws, how she makes this character interact and her action speak louder and tell a very diffent story....

[dino--draws]

The documentation you have selected is of historical significance to the DEPARTMENT OF GEOLOGY.

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SCP-8987 is only alleged. A whistleblower of Summit Anthracite has claimed that something is wrong below the surface within the coal mine.

The brook runs red. The coal industry is a brutal monster, but there may be something even more monstrous beneath their feet.

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[dreamerpills]

Here, take some of my writing from when I was brain dead // Yandere Scp x reader

military au

The last shot

not edited Warnings: swearing, graphic descriptions of violence, mention of death “Open fire!” Clef commanded, a barrage of bullets releasing on the word, piercing repeatedly through the invaders skin, flesh and bone.

Blood painted the ground a beautiful red as bodies decorated it like a woven tapestry. He clipped on the safety feature back onto his own double barrel shotgun, thinking to himself how life would be so much easier if it didn’t exist.

“I hate my job.” He mumbled, swiping the flecks of red off his face, accidentally smudging it even further in. A rapid fire of quiet curses were released to vent his growing frustration. The dirt under him crunched as he made the slightest of movement.

Kicking at an arm of a fallen enemy soldier, Clef glowered down at them, remembering the time that their bullets pierced his own skin. The difference was that he didn’t fucking die.

“Commander!” A soldier in training shouted to him, the distance between them blurring their words. Nevertheless, he heard it loud and clear, being a sort of mantra that repeated everyday and became his apparent sixth sense.

“What.” His tension filled voice amated the soldier as they closed the large distance between them, standing two metres away. A respectable distance.

“Have- have you not heard the radio..?” They stuttered slightly, shifting their feet below them. Clef’s expression became one of curiousity and believe it or not, apprehension.

“No, genius, mine was blown up.” His gruff voice breathed out, annoyance lacing it like fine poison. As he moved to place his full attention on the soldier, his blond neck-length hair ruffled with the slight breeze and the shorter strands rested on his face.

“Well- um, someone on our squad got shot.” Clef whipped his head to them, eyes widening in shock. If he wasn’t surprised before, he was now.

“Who?!” He demanded, pointing a finger towards them. They spluttered, overwhelmed with the sudden burst of energy from their normally stoic but eccentric commander.

“I don’t know! I just heard about it, they refused to elaborate on whether they are dead or alive.” Clef was extremely confused. Why wouldn’t they say anything about it if someone was injured? They would of had to be immediately taken to Y/N (assuming that they were alive).

“Have you not checked on who is missing?” He snapped, pulling at his hair as a coping mechanism, and it was certainly a painful one. The soldier winced when blood trickled from his scalp.

Clef stopped his erratic tugging and beckoned the soldier to follow, stamping on the bodies of the fallen as a sign of disrespect.

The rest of his awaiting squadron were already on their tanks, preparing the last of the equipment when they arrived, Clef dashing at immense speed while the soldier behind him struggled immensely, chest heaving in shortness of breath.

“Does anyone have any fucking information on that injured member?” Clef inquired, slipping into the entrance, his voice echoing through the tank. Dimitri nodded, answering the question that Clef wanted so desperately answered.

“He is fine, Y/N retrieved him, had a talk with them and it appears that he is in stable condition, it was a shot to the leg, but still something to be concerned about. It is apparent that he won’t step foot in military ground for quite some time.” He answered, Dimitri’s voice a steady calm, his Russian accent slipping through.

Clef nodded in silent thanks, heart rate becoming steady once again. Honestly, the thing he was most worried about was the fact another casualty would’ve slipped under his belt and become another ornament that he had failed his squadron once again.

Even with his seemingly uncaring attitude, Clef valued each and every soldier like a rare gem, their uniqueness shining through and defining their personality. He would never admit that if someone asked him.

The rumbling of hard ground against sturdy tires snapped him out of his delusional thoughts, and he peered out of the small hatch that was the only source of natural light and view (not counting the scope connected to the roof).

A broken static resounded through one of the radios that so happened to be connected to Dimitri. He looked at it for a few seconds before turning the comm on and increasing the volume.

“This is Y/N speaking, for your peace of mind, be assured that Gerald is doing well.” Your voice broke through the tension filled silence, just the fact that you spoke made their hearts fill with warmth.

Clef turned towards the mic, staring at Dimitri expectantly. Dimitri in question glanced up, feeling the gaze of Alto Clef piercing his radio.

“Dimitri, could I talk to them.” He asked, well more so demanded, his attitude turning a 180. A slight creaking of the hull was ignored, the silence tense once again.

“Take it.” He said, glowering towards Clef. Throwing it with a steady hand harshly towards him, Clef caught it with expected ease.

“My my, jealous, Dimitri?” Clef taunted, cooing in a mockingly soft tone. The soldier that had hopped aboard watched the spectacle unfold, waiting for a bloodbath to commence, whispering in the mic that so happened to have you on the other end.

Dimitri glared daggers, but said nothing more. Clef was quite the nasty person when it came to the concerns of you, maybe because you were the only person he trusted in the hellhole, two years was quite the amount of time to know someone. But there were always secrets that could be hidden with a mask and nothing more.

He clipped on the mic, the quiet, unnoticeable conversation between you and Iris was put on a standstill as he switched on comms, a gentle clicking sound indicated it was successful.

“Hello!” You spoke, uncertainty in your tone as the background noise of scissors snapping roughly through flesh and the words of gentle reconciliation reverberated, giving the illusion that it was louder that it actually was.

“Hey Y/N, how are you and Gerald?” Clef smiled, his heart racing through a full F1 track. You paused, though the cutting of flesh resumed, making up for the lack of communication.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking, I think Gerald is the one you should be more concerned about.” You jabbed.

He laughed, it was a bit forced but what wasn’t anyways.

“I believe I also asked about the well-being of Gerald, am I wrong?” In Clef’s mind, he believed you were starting a light-hearted banter, and it was like that, just with the aftermath of atmosphere tension, similar to the fragility of string. When it is woven, drawn taunt and held straight, it turns sharp (not literally).

“Nothing nothing, you don’t understand. Now get over here and we can talk.” You hummed, the shuffling of metal equipment heard and you mumbled something under your breath.

part 1 of 3

[calibribold]

I’ve just learned that there’s an SCP-7179 roleplay account on here, out of all the things I’ve written this was not one of the ones that I expected to lead to a roleplay account

[banesberry-anomoly]

House of Round

Made Rounderhouse into an objecthead as a silly thing and grew attached to the design

Bonus:

Also have an ad that I overlayed the colours of his normal avatar on so now its cursed lmao

[mxsinistir]

if my scp tale idea doesn't survive critique it will be going on A03

[mewmaru]

My favorite genre of character is doomed by the narrative whether it be literal like Rob or not as literal like Ranmaru

Hence why my new SCP character in SCP-7787 Yukiya is doomed by the narrative

Pst

Read my new SCP

[mrmeltingpoint]

i now have an author page on the scp wiki

[nebulous-star]

forgot to announce this, so:

new neb authorpage

[starynightandblackskys]

Sorry from rebloging your post op it came up in the tags and I wanted to add my two cents

Let's not forget this is how tiredsn0w depiced scp 049 and scp 6118 relationship, it wasn't even a year ago btw.....

The sexualization of a black man and the infantilization of a disable gay man isnt something that can be swept under a rug without being adressed 😑

sn0w has a victime complex, people aren't going after this artsit because they feel like it but because sn0w has a platform where they are promoting fetishes disguise as a wholesome relationship

Example from more recent work:

Does this look like a found family dynamic? Or does it look more like a secualization of a disable young men from an older men?

Motherfucker, you used a VERY HEAVILY SEXUAL SONG to describe your “fOuNd FaMiLy” dynamic and you’re surprised people are saying “hey that’s a little weird”?

Be. Fucking. For real.

It’s not my fault the way you portray 049 with 6118 is fetishized and gross, but that would require you actually having the BRAIN CELLS to realize what you post is weird, now would it?

Don’t vague post about me and NOT expect me to say anything.

[starynightandblackskys]

I would like to say making you part of a minority doesn't make you unable to make bad representation of said minority

An example of a creator being part of a minority and creating awful rapresentation is vivzipop (shocking😑), vivzipop is latina and a bisexual woman (for what she said) yet her depection of the lgbtq+ comunity is lacking and her depetion of poc people feels like an after thought if not straight up racist! (Im not even speak on how vivzipop writes SA as a joke...)

To make it clear im not saying snow is at the same levels of vivzipop (vivzipop is in my opinion worst then snow, because vivzipop as one to many nazi fanart under her belt and one to many jewish steriotypes in her series...) this was just an example😑

[dino--draws]

We are SO fucking back babey

[shoezuki]

Guys holy shit there's something going on w SCP shit I just found out thru the reddit scp sub and I'm losing my mind so much I need to report on this OK like.

So there are joke scps. If u don't know. That are jokes. Usually digs at common tropes on scps like the rock that makes u procrastinate is probably the most famous joke scp. Or the one I can't find rn where the researchers in the article are critiquing the scp item for being too tropey.

But. There's a new joke scp. SCP-021-J. It was posted yesterday and it's fighting for its fucking life. It has been slingshotting between bein rated -5 to +12 this whole time. The discussion on it is wild people fucking hate it or love it. Hard-core scp ppl are goin on paragraphs bout how it's not funny, its not even anything it's jus the worst of 'lol random' internet humour. And then there's the enjoyers who are jus like 'lol mfer can't handle it'

And all it is. Is evil water bottle.

This is it. The entire article. Evil :(

And ppl are LOSING IT. the discussion is full of ppl talkin like this is a sign and example of how the scp site has fallen so far, that scps are all shit now and things like this are taking away from Actually Good Scps. That it's disgusting and horrible. Like genuinely here's one dude calling it actually problematic

And this battle in the forum is genuinely the funniest thing bout this article like this exchange shows it perfectly

[thesnazzysharky]

“Seen a lot of people talk about this SCP. Looks cool.” I said. “I’m pretty desensitized to horror and fucked up shit at this point. Can’t be that bad.” I said…

Spoiler alert: It wasn’t that bad. It was actually way fucking worse than I could have ever imagined.

[dots-in-my-head]

Angelic.

[witchexia]

mister glass (THIS IS A JOKE DONT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY)

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