#scp-1936

[formerly-serious]

A beautiful Dama Calavera with tentacles. There's a method to my madness here though, I wanted to do something related to one of my favorite SCP entries, SCP 1936 "Daleport." One of the original images for that SCP features such an octopus lady. But I recently visited Mexico so I wanted to kinda sugar skull her up. And now you know! 💀🐙

[dzthenerd490]

File: Indiana Jones - Raiders of the Lost Ark

SCP#: AMT

Code Name: The Ark, Forever Lost

Object Class: Somnum

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AMT was lost after its discovery by the expedition team sent by Group of Interest: Obskurakorps.  As such until it returns, if it should ever return, no containment procedures are necessary. 

Description: SCP-AMT is in fact the Lost Ark which is a holy item of great power as described in the Bible, Hebrew 9:4. It is a metal box adorned in gold with two angels on top who’s wings connect. There are also four handles with two in the front and two in the back to allow anyone to carry SCP-AMT to any intended destination. Within SCP-AMT is said to be a great power including many holy items. However, said power and items are too powerful and dangerous for anyone to comprehend or control. The overloading of power can easily vaporise anyone who so much as looks at SCP-AMT once it is opened. Unfortunately there’s nothing else known about SCP-AMT due to the nature of its discovery.

SCP-AMT was discovered in 1936 when Person of Interest: Indiana Jones was assigned by PENTAGRAM to take it before Obskurakorps could. Why PENTAGRAM would entrust an archeologist to take an anomalous item that’s being pursued by an anomalous army and not their own military force is unknown. However Indiana Jones shockingly held his own for a majority of the time able to stand against Obskurakorps all on his own. Granted he was captured in the end along with Person of Interest: Marion Ravenwood, they both ended up surviving in the end. When the Obskurakorps forces opened SCP-AMT it unleashed its otherworldly magic upon them all including energy from the Abyss, the afterlife, and many other planes of existence beyond our own. The result is that all the Obskurakorps members either melted alive or exploded. As for SCP-AMT it flew into the sky and disappeared into the clouds never to be seen again. 

The Foundation was furious that such a powerful anomalous item disappeared before it could be contained and studied. The Horizon Initiative expressed their anger as well since both they and the Foundation only knew of the incident after it occurred. Had either organization knew what happened beforehand we could have SCP-AMT within our possession or the custody of the HI. As a result, both organizations requested the Allied Occult Coalition cut the funding of PENTAGRAM. However, neither Indiana Jones or Marion Ravenwood could be touched as they were under the protection of PENTAGRAM. As a result, neither of them was given amnestics and continue to be active people under the veil over the anomalous world.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[o5-10]

O5-10 “Janus” Character Profile

Name: O5-10

Aliases: Janus, Ten, Emery Lavinia Jonaitis [pre-Overseer name], Salt Newport (née Mine) [former legal alias], Lee Henson [current legal alias]

Gender: Non Binary, Maverique, Amalgagender

Pronouns: Any, it/its only when it is in a bad way

Orientation: Queer Asexual, accepts the labels bi and pan but feels no strong draw to them

Departments: Recordkeeping, Petty Affairs, Internal Public Relations

Birth Date: August 13, 1874

Promotion Date: July 2, 1936

Site of Residence: Site 2513, occasionally Site 01

Appearance:

Ten has long, dark hair, with a greenish tinge and a not insignificant amount of graying. Their hair is typically pulled back in a chignon or bun, sometimes with shorter pieces in front. Their eyes are large, and deep brown, though the left is yellowed and bloodshot, and is typically covered with a gauze patch, or a heavier eye patch, depending on the situation. Standing at 6'5", they are already quite tall, but they add to this by wearing 5" heels. They are fairly muscular and generally imposing. They also consistently wear immaculate, though colorful, suits, with ties tied in intricate ways, and have perfectly done, equally colorful, makeup and manicures, often using bullet casings as nail caps. They have arachnodactyly and their hands are a bit scarred from prior lab work.

Personality:

Ten is generally quite aloof, and detached. They often go out of their way to maintain this detachment, even to the detriment of others. They can be quite severe, harsh, even, when they deem it necessary, and aren't known for being the most forgiving. Despite this, they make an effort to be approachable enough when someone needs to make a request. They are fairly responsive to such. When dealing with coworkers, in particular, they are quite petty, or at least can be. The Accountant is the main target of their petty digs, but he isn't unique in this at all. Ten has many strange ideas of what they "should" be, and try to abide by them flawlessly. They can't, as the standards they self-impose are unrealistic. Due to this, and workaholic tendencies, they're also prone to lashing out when put under too much stress.

History:

The person who would become Ten had been a researcher in chemistry, before [REDACTED], which prompted many changes, one of which was their drive to climb the ranks. They had been head of their department, when Command took notice of them, and they were promoted much higher than they had ever anticipated. From there, Ten was tasked with a variety of things, most of them to serve as the other half of Twelve's duties. They keep record logs of events, personnel files, and SCP files. They handle much of the scheduling and delegating of tasks to upper level staff. They also tend to monitor public chats. Unfortunately, despite working closely with him, they are in competition with Twelve. At some point, they invoked the ire of One, in particular, due to [REDACTED], a fact which only the two involved are aware of. This shook them deeply, and reinforced their drive to achieve perfection, and see their goals through.

In 1953, they submitted a proposal to alter the handling of reality benders on staff which passed. This is what they would consider their highest achievement. Some time after this, Ten decided to act as the face of O5, when necessary, and take the fall for mistakes made, despite not being asked to do so. This leads to an undue amount of stress, but they refuse to fold on this. They also founded the Petty Affairs department.

They have seen five of their colleagues get replaced since promotion.

Since 2018, they have been subject to two assassination attempts, one from the Chaos Insurgency that was detailed by O5-6 and one from Shūshū-In that was targeted at O5-12 where they got caught in the crossfire. The attempt from the Insurgency lead to many large transformations in many ways.

[sandpaperdaisy]

#inktober day 3: SCP-1936 Daleport

http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-1936

[lazzydawg17]

“SCP-1936” and “SCP-1936 [3-D]” by @lazzydawg17 My rendition of an entity from the SCP-1936 event

[binqtop-blog]

“The world will lay still again on Monday, and it will thank us for it” is such a cool sentence like dang whoever wrote the document for scp-1936 is cool

[rob-is-not-a-deer]

So my dumb ass thought it would be great idea to redraw that big elder god/ other cosmic entities artwork, with more detail and more scps, this took SIX FUCKING DAYS, but I’m happy with this so yay

[i-am-the-corn]

dale port triangle boi

[0amburgh0]

More Scp doodles

[aroacemisha]

Listening to descriptions of brutal murder while eating spaghetti👌

[o5-12]

💭 for Domuque’s Jack?

[OKAY. So, I am really proud of this one and it is very relevant to Adam plots so I am making it visible to both Jack from @ask-the-domuques-scp and anons/non-muses. It is also long so I am putting it under a readmore.]

The stack of folders detailing the birth, family, rise, and subsequent fall of a former staff member weighed heavily in your arms. It was significantly heavy compared to many of the other staff members that had wandered these halls — and yet it hardly felt heavier than that of a newborn.

On the cover, written in neat black font, tied together with a neat black bow as if specifically wrapped together for him; Dr. Jack Bright, Senior Staff alongside a name that had been long redacted adjoined with a date from only a few short months prior.

Slowly, you made your way back to the desk, resting the old oil-lamp and sole source of light on the desk beside you, waiting for only a few moments before pulling the ribbon and gently opening the first file.

There were more details then you could recall giving. You could not gauge what was shared by who; either your successor or the Administrator was your best guess. You doubted any other would speak so freely.

You poured over each folder slowly, gently closing and setting aside any folders that clung too harshly to the deep and dark details that you had never been proud of — that you doubted he would have been proud of.

As the rise of the infamous researcher began to draw to a sparse end, you noticed the lamp begin to flicker and your breath catch.

The oil was nearing it's final drops. It would hardly last for the full duration.

You could not bring the folders with you either; it would only serve to put dig his grave faster. Despite that, you could not seperate from them now. You had to read to the end. To know what happened. To know what became of the last prodigal Bright offspring.

Quietly but swiftly, you picked up the lamp and folders, taking care to separate those that you had already read, and made your way across the room towards the fireplace that had not seen embers in far too long.

With only a moment of hesitation, you crouched down and placed the folders already read gently into the cold frame as carefully as one would place a slumbering baby in a crib, taking just a final moment before uncapping and tipping the remaining oil of the lamp onto the paper. Finally, you pressed the end of the flames to the documents, watching as they lit aflame.

You blinked once, twice, before taking note that it was burning much too quick. It would not last.

You quickly pushed through the last few pages of his time as an employee; recognizing that only a single thin folder remained beneath it. He had advanced in his career, he had moved to the administrative department, he had become close to a few — many of which were already long gone.

With the end of that folder, you scrambled to slide the papers back in and close the folder before flicking it too into the flames, watching as it lit for only a moment before directing your attention back down.

'June, 1936,' The only words on the cover of the pathetically thin file. It felt ill-fitting considering you knew it described his end. Regardless, you pulled it into your lap and threw it open, hurried against the fast burning fuel of your only light source.

You already knew what it would say.

It was obvious by the date.

You still needed to read it yourself.

The fireplace was burning so quick.

You read the first page, describing the context of the scenario. You already knew the context. You read it anyways.

The moment you skimmed the last word, you pushed away the last remaining paper and flicked the already-read paper and the document case sharply into the fireplace before picking up the final page. The fireplace chewed through the other paper so quickly.

Within seconds, you would have nothing.

No ability to save the document for later without prying eyes.

No light to read it here and now.

No son to tell you what lead him to what happened himself.

With hardly a moment of frantic thought, you pressed the very top of the paper into the embers, lighting only the end of the paper just as the fireplace began to crackle into dim darkness.

Quickly, using the lit end of the page that cast the softest slow glow across the words on the page, you read as the fire chased each word.

At the end, as the very last few words burned to charred remains on the floor and cast you into finalized and empty darkness, your assumptions were confirmed.

Defected.

[neemua]

SCP 1936 pixel art

We cannot kill the Gods, no, only a God can kill a God.

https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-1936 - by FlameShirt

[queensparklekitten]

the note in the dead guy’s pocket in scp-1936 has no right to be as hilarious as it is

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Scp-1936 by dekades8

This artist on Facebook

[rob-is-not-a-deer]

Day 11: ritual

it’s daleport time, shout out the the victory society for being the cult with the most batshit goal and actually going thru with it.

[kisoran]

anyway here are my favorite scps thus far

SCP 1959 - The Lost Cosmonaut

SCP 179 - Sauelsuesor

SCP 1514 - Star Wars

SCP 2399 - A Malfunctioning Destroyer

SCP 1960 - Neptunian Text Messages

SCP 1685 - View Points

SCP 348 - A Gift From Dad

SCP 1762 - Where the Dragons Went

SCP 1936 - Daleport

SCP 3001 - Red Reality

SCP 073 - Cain

SCP 978 - Desire Camera

SCP 3000 - Ananteshesha

SCP 3470 - Ashur