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[soundwavesconjunx]

🎭 His Dear Witch ~ 🎭

It's unknown why do you even exist. The SCP Foundation doesn't know what to do with you. You're a confusing paradox that they do not understand and most frustratingly—uncontainable in a conventional sense.

#TAGS: Nothing Time Twins related, SCP Fandom is slowly drawing me back, It includes SCP! Reader, The Herta! Reader, Honkai Star Rail x SCP Crossover, Potentially OOC, Reader x Canon, Witch Reader, Short Writing, The Herta! Reader x SCP Character, More stuff like this would be included if interested, SCP FANS ARISE. 🔥🔥🔥

— TW?: Possesive Themes, Be Warned, 035 Being 035 As Usual, Potential Yandere Themes, He Calls You His 'Wife'.

A/N: After hitting maxed pity on Herta's banner along with her LC, I decided to make an interesting crossover because I thought it would be interesting to see how this goes for The Herta! Reader Insert. (Huge bonus that I'm blessed with good stats while I'm building her. 🙏)

You’re the definition of an enigma. A literal spacefaring, unknown anomaly wrapped up in an elegantly appearance, self-aware, and untouchable persona. The Foundation doesn’t know what to do with you, and SCP-035? He’s utterly entranced.

And Who Exactly Are You in the SCP Foundation?

You are Anomaly [REDACTED], a Level 6: CTS entity classified under Euclid. They don’t fully understand what you are—just that you exist, that you have an unsettling level of influence, and that you are playing the longest of long games.

You don’t act out. You don’t cause destruction. You don’t try to escape. Instead, you watch. You let them wonder why you haven’t done anything drastic, knowing full well that the moment you choose to tip the scales, everything changes.

They don’t imprison you because they can’t. They simply keep you in containment because you allow them to.

And then there’s SCP-035.

SCP-035 has never met someone like you before.

He’s charming, cunning, and manipulative—but none of it works on you. Not because you’re immune to him, but because you let him think he’s in control before flipping the script entirely.

You’re his perfect counterpart. The ultimate tease, the unattainable yet tangible anomaly that keeps him guessing.

At first, he tries to toy with you, flirt with you, unnerve you. And then, he realizes.

Oh.

You’re not like the others.

You understand him. You see through every little act, every trick, every calculated play. But instead of rejecting him or trying to outmaneuver him, you do something infinitely worse.

You indulge him.

You let him speak his flowery words, you humor his charm—but it’s clear who the real player is in this game. He’s used to being in control, but you? You make it so easy for him to fall under your spell instead.

And it drives him insane.

The Foundation is uneasy. Not because you’re violent, but because they cannot predict what you’re doing.

Why do you allow SCP-035 to get so close?

Why does SCP-035, a master manipulator, seem to worship you?

What is your endgame?

They want to separate you two, but the problem? 035 actually behaves when you’re around.

If anything, he’s less volatile, less inclined to escape, more… cooperative. But only because he knows that if he behaves, he gets you.

035: (mocking, but with an underlying threat) “Oh? You want to take my darling away? My wife?” (chuckles darkly) “Now, now, let’s not be hasty. You wouldn’t want to see me upset, would you?”

The researchers watching? Having war flashbacks.

The Real Question is...Why You Haven’t Given Him a Permanent Host (Yet)?

Because you’re playing the long game.

You could give him a permanent body. A perfect, indestructible vessel crafted specifically for him. A host that would never rot, never decay, never fail him.

And he knows you can.

That’s why he adores you. That’s why he’s obsessed.

But you? You wait.

You let him yearn. Let him crave it. Let him wonder if today is the day you’ll finally grant him that final gift.

035: (grinning, tilting his host’s head at you) “Tell me, dearest… when will you finally stop teasing me?”

You: (smirking, brushing a hand over his mask, whispering) “Would you love me the same if I gave you everything at once?”

035: … (soft chuckle) “Ah. I see. You do know me too well, don’t you?”

And the Foundation? Losing their minds. Because whatever the hell this is? It’s not normal.

They don’t know if it’s love, obsession, or something far worse.

But they do know one thing:

SCP-035 is yours.

[justalilecho]

My little/pet space moodboard

(If you have a request, feel free to send it in!)

[dreamerpills]

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.

[gl1tzpupper]

[bunny12727]

Hey(with the intention of building Legos and watching a horror movie)

[promotionbnha]

BNHA/MHA BLOG LIST (Fall-Winter of 2024) (1/1)

This list will contain blogs that contain SFW CONTENT!

PLEASE RESPECT EACH INDIVIDUAL'S BLOG'S RULES THAT ARE PLACED. 

Here is the link to MATURE BLOGS

This blog list does contain Character x reader or Character X OC TO BOTH.

Do let me know if I got any labels wrong for anyone, do correct me.

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[sunshineestelle]

❌ Littles being fussy to their cg/s

✅ Cg/s being fussy to their little/s

I be fussy to my kiddos all the time especially when I’m very sleepy 🥱

[bingocarpenter]

i'm your back up ★ sfw tkl fic

scream ★ ler!tara ‧ lee!sam sfw tkl ‧ post-scream vi ‧ sissy fluff ‧ nonsense ‧ very short ‧ semi-old fic dedicated to my sam: @blueycarpenter

a/n: i actually posted this before on a previous acc i had once upon a time, so if anyone has read this before that's why! i have another one written with more carpenter sissy fluff so i may post that later too hehe. . .

word count: 732

Tara threw the dishrag on the counter and bounded over to her sister, who sat with her arms crossed on the couch as she stared blankly at the television. Even since she got home from work, her mood was shit and there was no joy to even reminisce from her aura – that’s how down she was. And Tara didn’t like that.

But Tara was also in a mood of her own – a playful, bratty mood to be exact – and boy was she ready to try her luck on someone who was in need of a pick-me-up.

She took her spot next to Sam and wiggled her way to practically be in her side before leaning against her with all her weight.

Sam tried to shrug her off with an irritated huff, but when Tara repeated her actions with a twist of her hips and shoulder, she glared over at her. “Tara, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

Tara rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Well, I am. I wanna cuddle with you, Sam. I don’t see you all day and now, when I finally finish with chores, you wanna be moody?”

“I’ve just had a long day… It has nothing to do with you.”

“But I wanna spend time with you, and you’re being…” Tara glanced down to Sam’s open side and poked it, “a bitch.”

Samantha jumped and covered the jabbed area with her hand before resituating, “Well, I’m sorry I’m not meeting your standards, Tara.”

“You don’t have to meet my standards. You just have to love meee.” Tara giggled, wrapping her arms around her older sister while she hoisted herself up to have lips almost touching her ear and whispered, “You know, I missed you, Sammyyy.”

The older cringed and bit her lip as her shoulder shot up to block the warm breath tickling her. “Tara-ha!”

Tara grinned mischievously and nuzzled her, recalling how much Sam hated when she did that when they were younger. But it always made the two of them smile and laugh with each other, so Tara was going to go after her the only way she knew how. “What? I’m just telling you the truth! And you–,” she scratched underneath the older’s chin, “–are fucking ignoring me!”

“Tara-ha-haa! Sto-hop!” Sam smacked her hand away before turning her back to resume her isolation.

“Nuh-uh!” Tara climbed over her and nosed her way to her ear again to hiss in a sing-song way, “I missed you, Saaam. I want to cuddle with yooouuu–,” she had to fight for the upper hand upon the other’s squirming, finding herself chuckling between whispers as well, “–and spend quality time with yooouuu! Like they do in those cringe-ass movieeess!”

“STA-HA-HAAAP!” Sam broke the moment Tara’s breath touched her ear and her climbing hands found her clothed torso, digging her nails into her ribs as a greater tease. “OKAY! OKA-HAY-HAYYY!”

“Yeah? Yeah?!” The younger pressed as she skittered in between each rib when available and cackled, “You’ll cuddle with me nooowww?!”

Sam slid down in a fit of giggles, writhing against Tara’s fingers and breath as she attempted to push her away, “TARA, PLEA-HEASE! AH-HA-HAAA!”

“Not an answer! Come ooonn, Sam,” the smaller girl nuzzled her way beneath the other’s arms and held her close as her fingers danced up and down her flanks and heaving abdomen, in which she earned a sensitive whine. “Cuddle with meeee.”

“I will! I wi-hi-hill!” Sam twisted in her baby sister’s grip, her cheeks on fire and her face muscles aching upon her laughter, “But you ha-have to stop tickling me-he-heee!”

And Tara was happy with this, seizing her teasing fingertips and simply hugging her tightly. “That’s what I thought.”

Sam chuckled with a shy shake of her head before resituating to embrace her sibling’s love. “You haven’t changed a bit. You always knew how to get to me…”

“Neither have you, Sam…” Tara looked up with a big smile before jumping up to taunt her weakness one last time, “Neither have yooouuu.”

The older just snickered and held Tara tight, resting her head atop of hers and sighing contently as they both refocused their attention on the TV screen. Sure, she had been in a shitty mood, but Tara always found a way to light up her world, even on the darkest of days.

And she loved that.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Hi! Can I please request a sfw Sigma x DOA!male! Reader? The reader is like Fyodor minus the terrorism and sadism. He loves reading and chess and strategizing. He's tall and well-built, really strong but really gentle. He's taller than Sigma so he can perfectly deliver forehead kisses without the hassel. Reader doesn't get flustered easily and he uses it to his advantage. Kisses, hugs, kabedons (never thought I'd use that word), tickles etc, Sigma has fallen victim to it at the hands of reader. Basically, Reader loves flustering Sigma and Sigma will never get used to it😂

Sigma x Fyodor like male S/O head cannons

Female aligned and minors dni this is an 18+ blog

OMG I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond I have just been having a lot of work and stuff going on at the moment but I hope you enjoy it and thank you for your patience and support :]

You and sigma both met through the DOA you were known to be Fyodor’s right hand man so it came as no surprise that you and Fyodor shared similarities but what did come as a shock was how gentle you are with him.

When sigma first met you he was shocked at how much bigger you were compared to him and he was honestly into it so every time you leaned against him with your head rested on top of his he couldn’t help but turn every shad of red.

Sigma absolutely loves to cuddle with you it is one of the rare occasions that things feel alright with life but do expect to always be the big spoon and this man is like a built in heater he is always warm even in winter.

sigma doesn’t like to think of himself as easily flustered by people but you never fail to make it happen wether you are laying your head in the crevice of his neck or it’s you wrapping your much bigger arms around his waist, all of these things make Sigma so flustered and don’t get him started when you lean down to kiss him.

You and sigma love to have dates all though most of the time they are at home or are on your shared couch, you and sigma will lay around and read books together or play chess since like Fyodor you both share a thing for chess, but on the rare occasion the two of you go out sigma will take you on night time picnic dates but he always lets you choose the place whether it’s a cemetery or in the woods.

When you and sigma go on your night time picnic dates he will lay his head in your lap while you play with his hair and he reads books too you.

[citruslullabies]

I'm still not used to writing for Cooper, so any constructive criticism is welcome!!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: romantic

Requested by: no one!! Just a fun lil thing

Category: heavy fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): prewar!Cooper Howard x reader

Word count: 1000

He's a Doll

The apartment had been so quiet, so calm and peaceful. It was almost suspicious just how calm it had been.

It was a nice saturday evening and you were home alone while your spouse was out doing odd jobs, sipping on a cup of tea while reading an article about the war. It was always a topic your partner avoided but you found it interesting, always keeping up to date on the new information coming out.

Cooper Howard, while at one point a well known and beloved actor, had fallen back into the bottom after his divorce with Barbara. A woman you had never met - nor cared to. You honestly were about to give up on the dating game since you were getting older, and age certainly wasn't kind to anyone. You were a 36 year old woman who already had bad back problems and creaky knees, who would want that??

But he did. You both had met when out grocery shopping, with you trying to reach something on the second to highest shelf and trying to regrettably monkey climb and remembering your age in the process.. when all the sudden hearing a chuckle from behind you. And there he was, a very exhausted looking Cooper Howard chuckling at your dispense before helping you out.

The both of you had met when his divorce was still being finalized and custody as well, it seemed like everything was going south for Coop until he fortunately went down the right aisle at the right time. He couldn't even remember how it happened, meeting and then talking and it somehow took off from there. You'd be lying if you said you understood how it happened either.

The radio was playing in the background of the calm little apartment, legs tucked into your side as the hot cup pressed against your lips and a soothing sweet liquid spilled down your throat. With a smile, you continued to read while humming along to the radio station.

“Everyone tells me he's no good

He doesn't love me like he should

I would forget him if I only could

He's a demon, he's a devil, he's a doll”

The lyrics rung out of the little box, causing you to hum along to the beat and drift off into your own little world inside of your head. The song oddly enough reminded you of Cooper, well, besides the whole cheating aspect.. the lyrics were so sweet and reminded you of the sweet devil you fell in love with.

“That man can look me in the eye

And tell the biggest, sweetest lie

And I forget the lipstick on his tie

He's a demon, he's a devil, he's a doll

Sometimes I make up my mind

That I'll stop being so blind

And tell him off real bad

But then he turns on those charms, and there I am in his arms

And I forget why I'm mad”

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you continued to listen, while the song wasn't necessarily about a good relationship it reminded you of yours in a good way. You and Cooper have fought, but he always somehow manages to calm you down before you blow your top off.

The door opened and Cooper was greeted with the sound of music and your humming, which was a pleasant surprise. He closed the door behind him and put his keys up, looking at you in the living room completely off into your own world.. a devious idea sparks in his head.

Quietly, he walked up behind the couch and leaned over just enough to be hovering. He stopped and admired you for a few moments.. the way you seemed so relaxed and at peace, despite that god forsaken news report on the nuclear fallout and war being in your hands. He chuckled quietly and then grabbed your shoulders abruptly earning a startled yelp and a quick swat to the arm.

“No need to get your panties in a twist darlin, ‘m sorry.” The southern cowboy said with a laugh as he saw your irritated gaze, his pearly whites on full display as his eyes were crinkled up. Oh you couldn't stay mad at him no matter how hard you tried.

Your gaze softened in almost an instant when seeing how joyous his face appeared, rolling your eyes playfully as you folded up the newspaper and tucked it into your arm. He smiled when he felt a delicate hand on his cheek from the one he adored, chuckling and placing his larger and rougher head atop your smaller and softer hand. Your hands had callouses, but they were like buttermilk compared to his sandpapered skin. He leaned down and captured your lips with his own, hands sliding down to your hip dips and squeezing softly.

With a content hum, he snaked one hand over to that pesky paper you had rolled up and took it away from you while you were distracted. He was glad to see you after a long day of work, your lips tasting like sweet sun tea with a bit too much sugar but he still accepted the flavor on his tongue happily since it was you. You pulled away and smiled at him, before pressing your cheek against the cushion.

“Well, I'll just accept it as a heads-up that you're sleeping on the couch tonight.” You chuckled as he gave you a fake offended look. He nuzzled his nose against yours with a chuckle, before pouting. “Oh sugar cube, you're so cruel to a poor cowboy down on his luck.”

You both stayed like that for a while, just adoring each other with playful jabs.. the music continuing to be sweet as it filled the room and danced around the both of you.

“He's a palooka, he's a brute

He drives me crazy but he's cute

Why do I love a guy I ought to shoot?

He is a demon, he is a devil, he is a doll~”

I'm working on requests!! Thanks for reading

[hellhoundcarer]

Caregiver watching over their regressor as they sleep. Gently pushing their pacifier back into their mouth when it falls out. Fondly petting their hair when they move around too much, chasing the bad dreams away from their sweet darling.

Always protecting them.

[dazzlen-the-clown]

[gl1tzpupper]

[zimsrightantenna]

I've seen variants of "sfw interaction" and "nsfw dni" on posts but I'm unsure what the posters mean so let's do a poll

If you're in a sfw circle please consider reblogging so more people can give their definition

(Rating definitions under the cut for anyone who doesn't know, and you're supposed to vote for your highest tolerance, for example if you vote "tags have to be PG-13" it is assumed that you're okay with the blog being anywhere from PG-13 to explicit content, but the tags can only be G or PG-13. Similarly if you vote "blog can't be M rated" it's assumed the tags can't be M rated either, but PG-13 interactions and blogs are fine and R-rated fall in a grey zone that you can elaborate on in the tags)

G rated — general audiences, all ages, suitable to be seen by children (12 and under), no violence, offensive language, or sexual activity of any kind.

PG-13 — parental guidance, content not suited for kids under 13, may include swearing, very light/inconsequential/unrealistic violence? Kissing?

R — restricted, 17 and under need a parent present, some adult content including swearing, violence, sexual content

M rated — mature, for adults, no minors, but not graphic in nature

E rated — explicit, for adults, no minors, graphic violence, gore, graphic sex

NSFW — not suitable to look at at most workplaces, your boss will not like it if you're viewing this on the clock

[sunshineestelle]

When you want to be babied but you don’t wanna bother your cg/babysitter 😓

I just want to babied, is that not much to ask? :(