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[pixelatedvoid]

Currently just thinking of something

Ok so... uhh... I was thinking of a new GOI called the "reimaginers"

It's a team of 5 ~18 yr olds that found out they're anomalous and are now sorta secretly looking for other anomalies to either befriend or warn others of.

they have a symbol <*•*> that is also on their flag

In order: Username, Designation, Real name, Colors

<*Metallic•Madness*> The Engineer (Ranu Neya) 🩷🧡

<*Heart•Breaker*> The Ringmaster (Sunday Lowes) ❤️🖤

<*Internet•Overdose*> The Marketer/The Hacker (Inaya Komeni) 💙💜

<*Heavens•Demon*> The Hunter (Merit Morningstar) 🩵🤍

<*Pinwheel•Playtime*> The Bender (Mikell Starr) 💚💛

Pronouns are:

Ranu: They/Them

Sunday: He/Him/It

Inaya: She/Him

Merit: They/It/She

Mikell: He/Him

[eghtony]

"Welcome to the club"

[regulusisapainter]

GUYS IM BACK WITH 035 AND 049 ART?!?!!?!?!? HOLY SHIT?!?!!?

(Never ask me where the layers are i do it all in one layer lol)

[worldwide-simp]

hello! do u still do request can i ask if u can do yan!scp073 x scp!reader

for some details:

the reader is a safe class cause she doesn't want to hurt people and see them in pain she has healing powers as she usually heals staff or gurads who are injured and she is a total sweetheart!

what will happen if they meet? (u can add any plots and things u wanna add)

*thanks if u are uncomfortable u can decline*!

Ooo I’ve finally got an ask! Sorry, I’m quite late with this. Hope short scenarios will be okay!

consumed by jealousy once again.

Yandere Scp073 x fem reader

Warnings: obsession, implied stalking, corruption, pessimistic thoughts, insecurities, mentions of murder, jealousy

*not proofread, please do notify me if I have missed out a warning, might add some things after posting

How did you both first meet? “…”

• Cain is quite the desirable lad. He’s polite, well-mannered and crosses his legs when seated. Time has carved wisdom into the cadavers of his body; he speaks with many words he’s memorized from dictionaries and occasionally mixes up phrases from different languages.

• When you first met Cain, your sweet and kind nature allured him. He became.. curious, so to speak. Strangely obsessed with admiring you while you’d work with people. Becoming a tad bit jealous when your attention wasn't fixated upon himself. He wouldn't let these thoughts come to light. Not now anyways.

•Always, Cain offered a helping hand. Did you need any assistance carrying that heavy bag? Or perhaps you wanted a glass of water? You could always see him at your service, watching your skilled hands heal others with a passion.

How much time did it take?

“…”

• It had taken him a few months to develop feelings. Cain first believed it was a wonder, why hadn't you excluded him from your table where you would sit? Did you not find his voice uncanny?

•He had only adored you even more after that.

• He had once asked what your occupation in the foundation was, what the foundation declared your function as a cog in one of their elaborate machines. This was the depressing reality. Cain had learned not to question it. They had stuffed his mind full of knowledge to the point he swore it snapped at times, piece by piece.

• Although he had his own mental burdens, Cain would never place them upon you. Endearing innocent soul, let him kiss you to death.

Does his emotions remind him of any past experiences?

“…”

• Cain loathes the feeling of jealousy consuming his heart, it reminded him of a very dark time. Where he had slaughtered his brother out of the same envy he experiences now, just desiring to be injured in any shape or form so he could feel your fingers blessing his cold, still-beating heart and not some guard or doctor undeserving of your touch.

• A rational part of his mind was disgusted at his concerning thoughts. He justified it with a wild vigour.

How would he show his undying love?

“…”

• Sometimes you’d find plastic flowers tucked away in various places, they were always crimson-coloured Morning Glorys and Black roses with sloppy red paint in the shape of a heart. You had giggled and suspected Cain. Though you had never confirmed your thoughts with the man himself. Darling, Sweetheart Cain. Made of sugar and liquorice.

• Every time you discovered your bouquet of flowers, you noticed the hearts had been painted less messily and with more ease, the streaks of red paint precise and pristine.

• Cain felt awkward at the thought of confessing his ever-growing feelings for you. He would only admire you. How your face looked when you smiled, how you rambled about Josie the half-cat��s fluffy pelt and the most adored feature of yours, the way you’d praise him when he did a good job.

•Don’t ever let yourself think he’s going to let such a precious flower like you wilt in his needy grasp.

[stagnatedunicorn]

“Your hair is really soft”

There’s no mold here, it’s been scrubbed clean

[rukaidv]

MTF Agent Glass is something I don't see enough of.. If only I knew which task force unit it was.

[brainrotisseriechicken]

lol iris scribble now that i can draw again

[ct-bunny]

CONTENT WARNING x 17396

[blobee]

You asked for it, you little devils. I'm not ashamed, and actually, shame on you all

BE WARNED

When you go down there will be no turning back!!!

cw: ropes and a poorly drawn Dr. Cimmerian probably

I don't think I'm going to draw something like this anytime soon, it's embarrassing.

[scp-tiggles]

SCP 035

70% ler | 30% lee

As a ler:

Okay first off, he’s MEAN. Don’t expect mercy from him.

The pink goop that leaks from his mask basically acts like a smaller, non sentient 999, wherever it lands it delivers a buzzing, ticklish sensation.

When possessing a victim, he won’t kill them. It basically puts whoever he’s possessing into a ‘dreamscape’, tickling them for as long as he pleases.

Whereas in the real world, he’ll chase down victims to either use tentacles to get the job done, or get his hands dirty and tickle them himself.

Heres a twist, unlike his canon counterpart, the mask acts like a face hugger. If he’s quick enough, he can take it off and either put it onto someone else, or throw it and hope it latches them.

He only really shows mercy if a victim is at a disadvantage, injured leg/arm, or is one of the new staff members.

Doesn’t pick favorite lees staff wise, bros hands are rated E for everyone. But has a favorite anomaly, which is 049. (Though thats not to say the doctor wont get revenge. He always does.)

LOVES doing baby talk, or teasing wherever a lee is ticklish at.

“Oh, what do you mean ‘don’t tickle there’, right here? Thats where you’re talking about, right?”

As a lee

First off, spot wise, it shares across his vessels as long as he’s possessing. The spot being behind the knees.

Curls desperately upon contact, ends up looking like a spring recoiling.

Teases don’t tend affect him, unless you’re teasing him about broadcasting his current state to everyone on staff. THEN you’ll get him flustered lol

Curses you out the whole time, promising revenge, all that jazz.

Light tickles ABSOLUTELY annihilate him. Cannot stand it for a second!

Surprisingly, his neck is a relatively good spot too. Raspberries there are pretty effective.

His laughter can kinda range, wheezy at the start before slowly going to a deep cackle.

If you’re feeling extra mean afterwards, taking a picture of him is a helluva way to knock him down a peg! (He’s got a pretty big ego after all.)

Extra info!

He was found in an old theater within New York on a old clown doll that would apparently, at random, move around and or start giggling at odd hours.

Unlike most anomalies, he doesn’t really need to “eat” laughter like them, it’s more or less a way to boost his energy that sleeping doesn’t fully boost.

Has a love hate relationship with 049, when he isn’t viewing him as an annoyance, he views him as a close friend!

Though as mentioned, he doesn’t have a favorite lee, he does have preferences! He LOVES targeting the more hard shelled doctors, or the more egotistical ones that need knocked down a peg. (Ironic)

Can possess dolls, just prefers not too due to little hands and minimum maneuverability.

[nabaat-owl]

SITE IS EXPERIENCING MULTIPLE KETER AND EUCLID LEVEL CONTAINMENT BREACHES

[pixelatedvoid]

Made a D-class OC!

This is D-4734, real name Andrew-Jack / AJ

(Added o5 tags for an… unrelated reason of course…)

[thewindpassesby]

Prophet of Mekhane Robert Bumaro & Grand Karcist of Adytum Ion

aka the ancient gay old men

They're quite fun to draw tbh

[afrouniverse]

This was originally just a practice sketch but then I took it too far.. God computers are hard to draw

[circusmania]

SIN CHAPTER 1

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Notes: This story is first-person narration, since I couldn't decide on an x reader or x oc. This gives free imagination on who will be in the main character's shoes. The main character will be a nameless character, meaning no one will address the main as anything specific. The only detail will be that the main is perceived as a male.

STORY INTEL: A new boy, Marcus, has just transferred to Cheshire High. Everyone is warned to stay away from him, as he looks as if he just crawled out of a grave. However, our main character seems to be somewhat drawn to him. Judy displays her negative feelings towards Marcus, wanting the main character to stay away from him. Although she seems unreasonable, there has to be more to the story, right? Just what are they hiding? What secrets lie in wait for him to uncover?

CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINORS

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

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I wish that

Across your back

Was a zipper

And that I

Could just crawl in

Forever a part of you.

I'm suddenly shaken awake. I look to my side to find my girlfriend, Judy Presley, giggling to herself.

“Sleeping already? Class barely started!”

I quietly laughed, raising my head to look at her.

“I've been busy with football practice, I'm worried about the upcoming tournament. I've only just found out that Oliver broke his-”

“Hey, no worries!” Judy rubbed my back. “You can come over to my house today, so you can catch up on some sleep.” She winked.

I laid my head back onto my crossed arms on the table. I wasn't in the mood for that today… Anyway, I ready myself to fall back into slumber, fully expecting to be hugged by sleep.

However, that idea was cut short when the teacher clapped his hands.

“Quiet down everyone, today we have a new student.” This piqued my interest. “Marcus, come on in.”

A tall, slender boy with long (and I mean hip-long) black hair came in. His hair covered half his face, with only the septum piercing and mouth left out in the open. I could tell he was a gothic-alt based on his clothes.

Judy cringed next to me. “What's with this guy? He's so ... depressed, looking. She chuckled, causing” the teacher to look our way.

“Alright, Marcus, go sit at the desk table next to Judy. Judy, raise your hand, please.”

Marcus sat at the nearby desk; there was something about him, I couldn't pinpoint. I realized I was staring too long when Judy elbowed me.

“Ow!” I whisper-yelled.

“SH! You two!” The teacher side-eyed us both before going back to teaching.

“What's with the staring?” She asked, suspiciously.

“Nothing just found him-”

“Weird, satanic, faggy-”

“JUDY! You can't say that!-”

“I've had it with you both! Since you both cannot stop being lovey-dovey with each other…” The teacher scanned around the room, “Judy switch with Marcus.”

“But sir, I-” Judy argued, still blushing from the lovey-dovey accusation.

“No buts Judy, if you're going to be disrespectful in my class you're going to be punished. This isn't kindergarten anymore.” He said, turning back to the blackboard.

I whispered a silent apology to her, but I'm not sure if she heard it.

She sighed before grabbing her stuff and standing up. She passed Marcus, silently glaring at him before sitting down. I'm sure she won't let me hear the end of it at lunch…

I looked back at Marcus, who was now organizing his binder and pencil case, occasionally looking up at the lesson. Now I could get a better look at him. His clothes consisted of only black and grey shades with ripped baggy jeans, platform boots, and a t-shirt with some rock band, I presume. He wore all kinds of chains, necklaces, earrings, and rings.

He was the complete polar opposite of Judy. She always put her light brown hair in a ponytail with a white bow, wore perfect matching season clothes, and had well-made makeup. I would be lying if I said she wasn't something but, Marcus, he was also something… Wait, why am I comparing them??

I rubbed my temples and groaned.

I looked back at Marcus, only to be met with him facing me!

“You have very pretty eyes.” He said, giving me an affiliative smile.

Gasp His voice?? Holy shit, it's … almost unrealistic…

“T-thank you…”

I internally slapped myself, was I seriously stuttering?? God, I'm so embarrassed.

I heard him lightly chuckle beside me.

What's going on with me? I must be coming down with something!

ﾟ+: *✧･ﾟ:﹤ 🔔🔔🔔﹥: ･ﾟ✧*:+ﾟ

“Judy this, Judy that, shut your goddamn mouth!” I shut my locker, half listening to Judy's rant. “I hate that fucking teacher! Who does he think he is, separating us like that!?” I nod, just letting her get it all out of her system.

“Hey guys, wait up!” A small voice behind us made Judy shut up.

We both turned towards a familiar girl. Vanessa Kareem, Judy's BFF (as she calls it). Vanessa and her have always been friends. She was pretty much the spitting image of Judy except for her black silky hair that was in a grunge haircut, her blue eyes, and her much paler skin.

“Hey V, how's it going?” Judy smiled, forgetting all about her rant.

“Nothing much, however, you'll never guess what happened! I've just received another A! In science too!” She waved her test around, looking at me for words of praise.

“Oh, uh, congrats Vanessa, although I'm not all that surprised… you're pretty smart. I can't remember the last time you've gotten a B.” I rub the back of my neck.

“Me neither…” Judy said, a bit sourly.

Vanessa laughed, “Oh, stop it! Both of you! He-he. Anyway, how are you guys?”

“I'm glad you asked, we're doing pretty miserable,” And there she goes again… “I got switched seats with the new vampire wannabe.”

Vanessa blinked. “You two aren't sitting together anymore?”

“No! Can you believe it!? We always sit together! Ugh! I'm so pissed off! Fuck that new kid.” Judy screamed.

“Hey, don't say that! He's not all bad.” I intervened.

“And what makes you say that?” Judy cocked an eyebrow.

“He… He said my eyes looked nice.” I pinched the palm of my hand.

“Your eyes indeed do look nice,” Vanessa said, causing Judy to side-eye her.

“Yeah, well, I say that all the time! As a matter of fact, I think your hair looks immaculate today!”

“Thank you, Judy, and erm, Vanessa.” I give them both a wary smile before continue walking to the cafeteria.

There, MY best friend, Omar Thomerson, sat devouring his lunch. Omar, he's been with me since the universe was created. We're convinced we were best friends in our past lives. I've always thought of him as the geek in our friendship. He's always been obsessed with any fantasy fiction he can grab on. Greek mythology, science-fiction, astrology, you name it. He has dark brown hair with a shag haircut, freckles, and brown eyes. His typical wear is a worn-out hoodie and cargo pants.

“Hey, Hey, there's my best friend!” Omar patted the seat next to him.

I sat down with Judy and Vanessa trailing after me. I gave him a high five before opening my lunch box.

We all chatted and ate, Omar occasionally bringing up the big party he is planning on having at his house this weekend.

“Our whole grade is going to be invited! You guys better all be coming, especially you” Omar said, smirking at me.

“The whole grade? Don't you think that's too much? I mean, I know you own a big house but…” She sighed, “Not only that, but I might have plans this weekend.” Judy said, taking another bite of her salad.

“I'm for sure coming, I would never miss your parties!” I slap his back jokingly.

“I'll be going too!” Vanessa beamed.

“Well… maybe I'll have time to swing by,” Judy said.

“Great! I'll be holding you all to that then.” Omar smiled.

We continued our conversation until something caught my eye, a familiar half-face going out the back cafeteria door. The only thing behind there are dumpsters and roaches…

“Hang on, guys, I'll be back.” I squeezed out of my seat.

“Want me to come with you?” Judy sat up.

“No, no, I won't be long anyway,” I said before running out after Marcus.

I opened the back door and closed it behind me. I looked around and as expected there were only dumpsters.

I advanced towards one of them and looked behind it, but nothing-

“What are you doing?”

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[l8totheparty]

LOVE

You guys are close, though, aren’t you?

How did YOU start talking to her?

HARLEY

Morse code.

LOVE

Shit. I don’t know Morse code.

Find Us Alive, ep. 29: Too Much/Too Little

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Rambling under the cut.

Had this idea 100 years ago but never got around to it. Also had to make myself researching/looking for reference bc I was going to end up learning Morse code/becoming a CB radio operator, so this is definitely not super accurate. Reminding myself that it is okay to make something that looks cool to me bc it is fan art and not an illustration for Morse Code magazine.

The mug says "COFFEE" and is a riff on mugs that say things like "definitely not coffee" or "probably whiskey", etc. I think Harley found it in the break room and adopted it. Lancaster doesn't think it's funny. Harley doesn't really think it's funny either.