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smuthospital · 4 months

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⭐️Degrees of lewdly: Eden⭐️

Premise: You're a spooky place youtube explorer, and you get lost in a big scary forest! Eden voorhees lol. Reader is fem. Enjoy!

Art by Minagami

Re-upload because tumblr took it down last time.

Content Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, tummy bulge, blood, Eden is Jason, Voorhees

Miners DNI

You've never really gone hiking before and it's proven itself to be a lot more difficult than you originally thought it would be. You like to explore places you've never been, spooky places. more for the thrill. you started filming it and posting your videos on youtube. You usually take some friends along, but all of your friends decided to be little babies this time since the place you're exploring is extra creepy this time. It's a large forest 20 miles away from your city. You borrowed your mom's car to get here. you always tell them you're at a friend's house because they'd kill you if they ever found out you're putting yourself in possibly harmful situations. This forest is known for creepy sightings, disappearances, ghosts, and lots of other things your viewers would love to watch. You've been to abandoned hospitals, cemeteries, tunnels, all that good stuff. You don't think you'll actually see anything, but you brought a can of pepper spray just in case.

The wind howls, making the trees dance above you. The shapes that were once branches in the day have turned into long gangly fingers that desperately reach for you and the bushes now house entities with red eyes and fangs that you imagine want to tear you to pieces! "Wow, guys. This might just be the scariest one yet, haha. There's probably some sort of scp in here with me haha!" You try to keep yourself company by talking to your soon-to-be viewers when you post this, but it's really just to keep you calm.

"I'm a bit lost. The trail kinda disappeared somewhere around here, I think. there's just so much long grass and it's more of a footpath than an actual trail." you complain as you try to spot any familiar landmarks. It's almost impossible. It might be easier in the day for sure, but the night masks everything. You step over decayed logs and large roots, feeling worry set in. What if you're really lost!? Your thoughts come to an abrupt stop when you hear a strange sound not too far from where you're standing. Your blood freezes as you feel a cold sweat coming on. Maybe...maybe it's a person? And maybe they can help you?..or..a monster!? No, (Y/n), this is no time to be silly! That could be a person willing to help you before you get yourself completely lost!

Little did you know you were already a mile deep, walking in the wrong direction.

“I heard a sound. It could be someone who could help me get back on track.” You whisper. You turn off your video camera's flash light and carefully make your way to where you heard the sound, being careful not to step on anything that could alert whatever it is of your presence. You don’t want to startle it, just in case it's an animal willing to protect its territory from invaders like yourself. The sound came from below you. There's a rocky slope leading down to a river. You get down on your knees and peer between the long grass. You can't make out much in the dim moonlight... until you spot a giant of a man dragging a sack through the shallow water. His size alone sends shivers down your spine. Even from where you're crouching, you could tell he would dwarf you the way a cat would to a mouse. You examine him a bit more.The sack is stained in a dark colour that is seeping through the fabric and into the water. You don't dare move a muscle or even breathe. You can't believe your eyes. This can't be real. Are you in a horror movie?

You make sure he disappears behind the tree line with the mysterious sack before letting out a breath. You didn't want to accidentally alert him of your presence in any shape or form. He was probably just a hunter. Yeah, he could have helped you, but he also could have added you to the wet sack and you were not risking that.

You stand up and turn around, ready to get as far away from here as possible, only to bump your nose into a tree. The collision causes you to drop your camera. That's strange. You don't remember walking around a tree to look over the cliff. You rub your nose in annoyance. Wait a minute... This tree didn't have rough bark like the rest of them...Your brain blanks out. You've been in denial this entire time, your brain working extra hard to rationalize what's happening. Before you is a large torso. You can't even see their shoulders from how close you're standing, just a wide, firm chest. You crane your neck up and it takes you a good three seconds before your brain registers that you're looking at the man from before..and he's wearing a mask!

He looks down at you with a focused gaze. You let out a short scream and try to run away, but being within arm's reach of the giant makes it too easy for him to simply reach out and grab the back of your top. He lifts you off your feet with one arm and brings you to his eye level. He cocks his head to the side, observing you slowly. He looks down at the camera you dropped and places his large boot on it, pressing down and crushing it. You start to hyperventilate. He's gonna chop you up and wear your skin, he's gonna keep you in a dark hole and shout "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again!" You thrash in his iron grip, pushing at his large hand and sobbing untellable pleas for mercy, but your begging falls on deaf ears. "I-I'm sorry. I-I'll leave, I promise! Please let me go! I-I didn't mean to bother you, I'm sorry!" You cry. Your little struggle seems to have made your shirt ride up a bit, showcasing your supple flesh to his thirsty eyes. His eyes laser focus on your bare skin.

To your confusion, his hand reaches to caress your skin, feeling the smooth texture before slowly moving up. You wiggle more, scared of where this is going. His hand soon finds your breast and cups it before giving it a squeeze. He shudders. His breathing becomes heavier as he continues to mess with your body, his thumb rolling over your nipple. All you can do is whimper and wiggle in his hold. his hand begins sliding down and you scream. You suddenly remember you brought a can of pepper spray, whipping it out of your back pocket and pointing it at his face. Then as you were about to press down and unleash the fire juice, it was gone. In his hand that was previously molesting you lies the remains of your poor pepper spray, crushed and bubbling pathetically. He was so fast you hadn't even realized he snatched it. You just stare at him in horror. To your surprise, he's not even mad, too preoccupied with the need to explore your privates. You hold his wrist and look into his eyes. He looks back into yours as if telling you to stop. You hesitantly let go, and he nods as if to tell you that you've made the right decision. His hand cups your pussy through your jeans, pressing in a bit at the entrance. He seems eager.

He lifts you higher and uncomfortably sets you on his shoulder, his hand on your ass to keep you in place. You don't even bother struggling. You'll wait for an opportunity. If this man wanted you dead, you'd be dead. You don't want to provoke him. From your spot on his shoulder, You notice that he's got a hunting rifle strapped to his back along with a machete. He has an assortment of things attached to his hips among them being a hunting knife and bullet pocket. You shiver. One more off-putting thing that's just about forcing bile up your throat is that he's also covered in a dark wet liquid. You haven't noticed till now, but you haven't been breathing so his smell has now come to your attention. He smells strongly of iron. To that, you're not very surprised.

He starts marching down the hill you were previously watching him from. You have no idea how you saw him disappear through the treeline and he still managed to sneak up on you. He picks up the large stained sack where he left it in favor of locating his little spying mouse. It smells awful, the meaty smell assaulting your senses every second. It's been 15 minutes and an opportunity to escape has not shown itself. This is it. This is how you die. Your body will never be found. Maybe in a few years in a shallow grave by some hiker if you're lucky. This inhuman mass of muscle is going to cut you up and eat you. Maybe even skip cutting you up. He could probably eat you whole as pre-workout. He lifts his leg to step over a large log, his grip on your ass slightly loosening just enough for you to catch him off guard and slip off his shoulder. You grunt as you fall into the dirt and leaves behind him. You scramble up before the giant can scoop you up. You run in a random direction. You just needed to get away from him, getting out of the forest was a problem for later. You didn't even think about how fast he'd be. How could someone be so big and fast!? He took off after you and suddenly, he was on your ass. You've never felt such a primal fear as he chased you like a hungry animal.

A large hand grabs your shoulder and rips you backwards. You fall on your back and stare up at the man now on his knees in front of you, his body completely casting a shadow before yours. He gets down on his hands, caging you too the ground, his body inches above yours. You stare into the holes of his mask and into his rabid eyes. He leans in by your neck. You stop breathing once again, you think your heart stopped. You feel something large and hard pressing roughly into your crotch. You hear him take a deep breath and smell you..."Smells nice." His voice is deep and rough, but it sounds like he rarely uses it. You scream and begin to cry again, not being able to take it anymore. You fight him with all your might. He grabs your wrists with one hand. You hear him chuckle a bit before his hand comes up to cup your check. He suddenly squeezes it and twists your face around to get a better look at your features. He grinds his hips against yours, teasing you of what's to come. He roughly releases your face, before standing to his full height and dragging you up with him. He tosses you back over his shoulder, this time with an almost bone-crushing grip. “Name.” His tone is commanding. When you fail to answer right away, his fingers press into the area on your crotch. Threatening to rip right through. “(Y/n)! My name is (Y/n)!” He hums in response.

Hot tears run down your cheeks as he walks back over to where he left his murder mystery sack. He navigates through the forest as he knows it like the back of his hand until he comes upon a clearing where his home stands. A lonely wooden cabin. He drops the gooey meat bag on the ground. You cringe at the wet sound it makes on impact. You peer over at the sack to see a human hand flop out. Before you could react, he slams his hand over your mouth painfully. "Shut up." He waits for you to nod before removing his hand. He opens his front door and steps inside. It smells musty, like old wood and man smell. Not bad, but not amazing either. He walks up his stairs and sets you on a very large bed. You take a deep breath in, your stomach sore from being jabbed by his shoulder for the entirety of the long walk.

He doesn't let you get comfortable though. His hands are on you in an instant, grabbing your clothes and ripping them to shreds like tissue paper, you're naked before you could even hold any of your clothes together. Hungry eyes leer over you through his mask. You feel his hot breath fan you through the bottom of his mask. "S-stop it, please! Don't hurt me!" You beg. As if to mock your plea, his rough hand grips your plush thigh a little too close to your cunt and squeezes it tightly before shoving it against your chest, making room for himself between them.

He releases you for a moment, only to unzip his uncomfortably tight pants. You shut your eyes and look away, only to feel the soul-crushing weight of his cock slam against your lower stomach. You writhe underneath him, small sobs and hiccups coming from your mouth every few seconds. He pauses for a moment but ultimately decides to continue. You peer up between your wet palms and see him rubbing the tree trunk between his thighs while looking down at your pathetic form.

"W-wait! I-I'm not rea-" He grabs your thighs and forces you closer to him and lines his cock up with your entrance, he slides it up and down your folds, causing you to shudder. He doesn't care if you're ready or not. You shut your eyes as he presses forth. You scream in pain. It won't go in. You're too tight, he's too big and you're dry. The tip can't even get through. You whimper in pain. It burns. You need moisture. He lifts his mask a bit and you get a peek of his jaw. It's noticeably sharp and covered in stubble. You feel his saliva plap against your poor dry cunt before he puts his mask back into place. He tries to enter you again. You yelp. He gets a bit through before he can't anymore. He sighs. He was trying to be gentle. He didn't want to break you so quickly...

He grips your thighs tightly. You feel his nails dig in. You barely have time to register the pain before you feel like you're being ripped in two. He's forcing his way in. You immediately let out a scream and begin spazzing. He just continues until he reaches his base, more than snug against your insides. Drool leaks past the corner of your lip as you stare off into space. He breathes heavily and stares at the bulge he created in your lower stomach. He brushes his hand over it and watches as you whimper and twitch. He pulls his hips back and watches it disappear before ramming himself in again and seeing it jab through your insides. He chuckles.

You lay there, unable to do anything but feel what he's doing to you. You lift your arm and place it on his lower stomach, hoping to stop him that way. You feel his rock-hard abs through his shirt and push. "You're...adorable...fuck.. you're tight." He groans before he slams himself deep inside and you clench around him. He hisses and struggles to pull out halfway, your insides trying to pull him back in. He slams in again and presses himself as deeply as he can, firmly hugging your cervix with his cock. Your eyes cross as he thrusts in and out, keeping a proper pace. Moans spill from your lips along with jumbled-up words he can't make out, all of which sound like music to his ears.

He leans over you, forcing himself snugly against you again, his mask right next to your cheek. He groans as he feels you twitch around him. "Feel..so good... was worried you'd rip... you're only bleeding a little." You can hear the smug grin in his tone.

It feels so good. You're so ashamed, feeling good when you're being raped by a maniac. You clench your tear-filled eyes as he pounds into your aching cunt. The knot in your lower stomach bursts as you cum. He moans as you tighten around him. He stills for a second, just enjoying how you feel before he pounds into you like a feral beast. You're surprised your pelvis is holding up. He grips your waist tight and grunts as he empties his balls deep inside you. You can almost feel yourself getting pregnant. You feel too full. Your stomach bloats with cum. You feel hot and fuzzy. Your pussy is so very sore and your legs are numb. He pants above you. "I've been thinking of getting myself a little wife like you." He says as he slowly pulls his still throbbing cock out with a wet 'pop'. "You're a pretty little thing and you take my cock well. Be grateful I'm letting you live as my cock sleeve." He stands up, towering over your crumpled body once again. "My name is Eden. Your duties from now on are cooking, cleaning, mending my clothes and taking my seed. Do not make me repeat these orders. Object and I won't hesitate to remind you of your place. I was gentle this time." His giant cock is still dripping your juices. You can't stop looking at it. Ge takes notice and climbs over you before grabbing your head and forcing you close to his groin. "I see you love cock. Lick it clean then like a good wife. go on."

You look up at him and hesitate a bit too long. You see anger flash in his eyes and you quickly envelop his tip in your mouth. He groans as you lick your mixed juices off, going as deep as you can without choking. He moans and grabs the back of your head. He stares down at you with such intensity that you can feel him burning holes into you. You suddenly feel your throat being invaded and your nose pressing into his pubic hair, nose pressing into his crotch. He moves you back and forth, face fucking you. You struggle to breathe properly through your nose. You let out muffled whimpers and cries, sending vibrations through his cock. He grunts in pleasure before you feel a load of hot thick liquid being shot into your mouth and down your throat. You're so tired. He slowly pulls his cock back and laughs at your exhausted state. Your head flops back onto the bed, your jaw and lips so incredibly sore and raw feeling. "Good girl." He says before your sight fades to black. You explored a bit too much.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #slashers #noncon x reader #obsessive love #degrees of lewdity #eden the hunter

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arctic-shard · 7 months

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I've had a couple SCP dreams but the one that's worth telling about was apparently I ( my role was unknown - a D-Class? A researcher? Just me? ) was out and about during a breach and went to go get 035 so we could leave together. 035 had no host, just a mask sitting on a shelf. So I get into its containment and it starts the whole 'put me on' thing.

I'm not thinking: If I put it on, it'll possess me and I'll die. I was just thinking: Don't wanna - acid hurty.

So I sort of held a burlap sack below the shelf and carefully tipped 035 into it.

No dignity for the Black Lord.

#scp-035

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talesfromsiteredacted · 11 months

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SCP: Special Craft Projects

A list of weird requests I've had for various things on site. Some from staff, some from our residents. And one from a kitten, via his human spokesperson.

035 once asked me to do some calligraphy for him. He wanted a quote in copperplate, bright red ink. The quote? "Have you considered the possibility that it is, in fact, your fault?" To be sent to 079. Request denied on order of O5.

682 once asked me for a hat. Granted, he looked really cute with his yellow bobble hat last winter. Next winter... he gets a matching hat and scarf.

Dr. Gears asked me to do some diagrams for him... for an Indian motorcycle engine. Not my best, but they still hang in the lobby to his office.

Dr. Clef keeps asking me for a lei. Not sure if he's teasing me.

053 has a standing order for cookies once a week, for her tea parties with 682 and 999. Did not know jellybean cookies were a thing, but they are now!

Agent Strelnikof asked me to make some toys for Niko. Wound up making a few, ranging from little hacky sack things filled with cellophane to a catnip banana. The cheese pillow was a hit though, it was a block of swiss with hidden little treat pockets where the holes were. Niko sleeps on it.

Abel asked me for a crochet sheep. With a sword. Wound up creating a weirdly cute Link/sheep mix plushie.

Origami shoes. Just... how? Why? And how much of the wacky lettuce led to this one?

Hand Drawn Cassie once asked me to draw her ice skating. That was fun.

Cain asked me to crochet him a cactus. A six foot tall cactus, with flowers. Still debating on that one.

A Mario chain chomp, with chain.

Another 035 calligraphy request: "Already disturbed, just go away already!" This one I gave into. It's on the outside of his door on days he can't be bothered.

049 requested a couple of signs himself. First, a dual sided plaque with the classic Doctor is in/out, and then... Autopsy in progress, please do not disturb.

Several people have asked me to crochet scarves, hats, toys... but only Leonard "Lenny the Letch" O'Hare would ask me to make him a hooker. Denied. In fact... Clef and I laughed him right out of the boss' office on that one.

A sailboat. Full sized. How?

Two goldfish, real size. Granted, used embroidery floss.

Got asked to draw a few NSFW things of certain anomalies. Denied. First... 076-2 and 073 are my brothers. Iris is my sister. Not biologically, but that is a line I do not cross. Second... not my style. Third... Abel doesn't like you, Karin. At all.

Dr. Iceberg asked me to bake him a pecan pie once. Not all that weird, but Iceberg doesn't really ask for a lot, or often. He said it was almost as good as his mom's. I call that high praise indeed.

Since Clef found out I can cook, I get weekly requests for cheesecake. I'm running out of recipes! Another unexpected hit: lemon cake.

343 asked me to make him a door sign. Nothing fancy, just "Please wipe your feet". Granted.

Geoff, one of our elevator guys, asked me to crochet him a mini Chris Redfield. Gave him a matched set of Redfields, after all can't break up siblings, right?

A Tetris themed afghan, for Agent Markovich. Iris wanted a surprise for his birthday. That was a fun challenge.

Used to muck about making my own dice for RPGs. I had to stop due to getting headaches. That... and the last dice I made, an eyebleeding neon tie dye nightmare set for Dr. Bright. Never. Again.

Dr. Glass asked me for some ink blots, like the psych test ones. He also asked me to do some garden landscapes for him. Both are framed, landscapes in the lobby. The ink blots are at his apartment.

Clown shoes. Nope, I do not think so.

Golf clubs. Not kidding. Had to say no on that one.

A life size version of 999. I'm thinking about it. Maybe as Evie's Yule gift this year.

Origami grenades. How are those even supposed to work, Clef?

A cape. Hey, anything you need, Cactus Man.

A ball gag. Yes, for Dr. Bright. Denied. Just order from Adam & Eve, Dr. Rights! Or... 100 mph tape.

Shotgun cozies. Didn't even know such things existed.

Wizard's hat, blue velvet, with hidden pockets. Eobard, my man... those things never stay on, plus I am not a hatmaker! What's wrong with a hood?

106 asked me for a skeleton once. It's almost done, just gotta assemble Mr. Squishybones. Once I figure out how.

A mini version of 682. Yes, it was for 053, Evie. She sleeps with it.

A voodoo doll of Dr. Gears. Not for pins, though... 166 wanted to hug it, so maybe he'd cheer up a little. Clef thought it was cute, granted. No signs it's working yet though.

Voodoo doll of Dr. Clef. I did make one, but since it was intended for bad purposes... that went to 166 too. Clef has been less edgy since, so maybe it works?

Mikell Bright once asked me to make a few pieces of jewelry for him. Nothing fancy, just a chainmaille bracelet for Claire and a necklace for one of his lady companions. Took me a few weeks, but in the end it was good enough. The damn bracelet was worse, that was supposed to be almost like a bracer. I no longer do chainmaille.

035 asked for a bubblegum pink crochet bikini. Managed to talk him out of it. Dr. Gears thanked me for that. Weird Thursday, but that's the Foundation for you.

A cup of coffee. With googly eyes. Dr. Glass has him on his bookcase in his office, calls him Dr. Java. Cute, but also good for getting younger patients to open up.

And finally... yet another rejected Karin Moritana request: photorealistic nude blanket of Abel. Nope. Nope. Nope. That is a giant nope, and yes... I did make her go see Dr. Glass about her obsession with my brother. Clearly, homegirl needs help.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #dr clef #dr gears #dr bright #scp 049 #dr glass #scp 076 2 #scp 105 #hand drawn cassie #scp 682 #scp 166 #scp 035 #what were some of you smoking

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the-haunted-office · 6 months

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"i thought about what you said yesterday. about the, ah, positive thoughts. for the void."

"well ...do you want to meet it? It's actually the construct from last time- but we were nice to it," Night laughs.

-@nightwing-scp

Thursday is surprised to hear from Night so soon again after their last meeting, but not unwelcome to it. She's in the middle of changing her daughter's nappy when the call comes in and so she puts the phone on speaker and listens while she goes about finishing that particular chore.

"Oh, yeah, we can do that! I'd love to meet it," she agrees, wrapping up the dirty diaper and and sticking into a sack to wash later. "Let me finish up here with the baby, get her squared away with Sal, and I'll be right there. Meet you at the void? Or do you want to meet somewhere else?"

Wherever they decide to meet, Thursday finishes up with her daughter, then leaves her with her friend Sal to watch her for her, packs up some of her Parables Unsolved equipment, and then heads to the office to meet Night. As soon as she gets there, she offers Night her customary friendship hug if she wants it, and smiles.

"All right, I'm ready when you are!"

#nightwing scp #a void to avoid

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heckinconfusedparade · 1 year

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Sure, I got one. What if as a prank the boys decide to tell knuckles about the scp foundation. Not knowing the overprotective hell they've unleashed.

Knuckles takes it very seriously and stays up in the attic with his brothers protecting them at night. He’s not sleeping.. just watching.

It’s creeping Sonic and Tails out. They decide to sit him down one night.

Sonic starts “Whatcha protecting us from, Knux? Is there something you’re not telling us?”

Knuckles crosses his arms “They’re looking for us.“

Sonic and Tails are now concerned “who?”

“The SCP Foundation.”

Sonic laughs nervously “what?”

“Thanks again for bringing them to my attention. I looked them up and there is a file about us. Thankfully the information they have is minimal.”

“Knuckles.. the SCP Foundation isn’t a real thing. It’s a facility made up for people to store their creepy ocs.” Sonic says. Knuckles is silent for a moment to process all this.

Knuckles finally says “so.. I spent sleepless nights for nothing? I feel so dumb.”

Tails puts his hand on Knuckles’ shoulder “don’t feel that way, they had me fooled too. Sonic had to clear it up for me.” Knuckles is shocked “they got you too??” Tails nods.

Sonic laughs “you look tired. How bout a sleepover?”

Knuckles nods “sure.”

Tails jumps up “YAY SLEEPOVER!!”

Sonic makes Knuckles lay down on a beanbag “TAILS! ENGAGE IN CRADLE FORMATION, WE ARE PUTTING THIS MAN TO SLEEP!

Tails salutes “sir, yes sir!!”

The to go on either side or the bean bag and lift it up, swinging it like a cradle.

Knuckles is so confused “this is not necessary.”

“Yea it is!” Sonic says “Must I sing for you to go to sleep??”

“N-“ Knuckles has no time to deny.

“FINE! I’ll do it.”

“Sonic please” Knuckles cannot stop this.

Sonic clears his throat before he begins to sing “go to sleeeeeep, you little beeeeech, go to sleep you motherFACK”

Tails starts laughing. Knuckles chuckles “What is happening?”

“Go to sleep, you sack a sheet, shut your eyes you MOTHERFACK” Sonic has finished his song.

Sonic holds the beanbag up “NOW GO TO SLEEP!”

Tails is laughing too hard to keep it rocking. Knuckles rolls over “ok, ok, put me down.” The beanbag is gently placed down.

Lesson learned: Scp doesn’t exist, whoever says so is a fucking liar.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog movie #miles tails prower #sonic 2 #tails the fox #sonic #movie tails #knuckles the echidna #movie sonic #movie knuckles #sonic wachowski #tails wachowski #knuckles wachowski

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etherealspacejelly · 15 days

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do you know anything about SCP?

i am vaguely aware of it. my brother is a huge fan

i remember him telling me about a bunch of explorers who go into an infinite sack of potatoes. thats all i got for you

#inbox #ask #inbox open #scp

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avatarofbeholding · 1 month

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This isn’t gonna be organized or anything really, just rambling off some thoughts and theories regarding TMAGP. Spoilers under the cut!

Now I very well could be entirely off on some stuff— I’m still playing catchup with the ARG so if something I say contradicts what was learned there please tell me because I don’t wanna get off on the wrong track. Most of this is going to regard Episodes 4 and 9 with some general observations littered throughout.

So I’ve mostly ascertained that the Manchester Magnus Institute deals primarily in objects and, by association, their affects on the people that come across them (what given the check-list of potential classifications in the ep 9 incident). There’s already been a lot of SCP vibes from the show so far (which I love). I was going back and relistening to the episodes while we’re in the hiatus and I noticed in episode 4 this:

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Those gamblers dice almost guaranteed have to be the ones from episode 9– at the very least it seems very likely that if this stranger has one cursed object (the violin) that the others he carries around are just as dangerous. I believe the man with the bag in ep 4 could potentially be this universe’s Jonah (though it’s honestly way too early to say— this could also be a Mikaele Salesa situation or just a fully one-off encounter) — or at the very least an avatar that catalyzes the introduction of several of these objects into the lives of innocents/innocents-turned-avatar. I am betting that at least a few of the other objects mentioned in the sack, or something similar, will make a second appearance— perhaps in another MI related incident.

These aren’t the only instances of cursed objects, obviously. Almost the entirety of the incident episode 7 at the “Hilltop Centre” deals with the victim being quite literally overwhelmed by the strange objects brought there. These objects, too, I believe will make second appearances as we move throughout the story. Whatever their purpose, these objects are clearly a focal point to the manifestation of the fear(s) in this universe. (I also find it incredibly curious that, save for the vandalized set of Encyclopaedia Britannica mentioned in 7, there are no Leitners or Leitner equivalents. This may change, though).

I don’t have much to ascertain from these observations save to repeat what I’ve seen a few people theorize here: that the Magnus Institutes interest in fear may have more to do with how it changes and molds people than how it traumatizes them. The level of voyeurism is still there, obviously, but there’s a shift in focus away from simply drinking in fear generally to focusing on how people are changed by fear. The fact that there were known experiments involving children and their connections to the supernatural alone tells us this much.

Now this is where I go a bit off the deep end into pure speculation, but hear me out here. While I believe the Eye is still a clear influence of the Magnus Institute, and perhaps the Institute is a seat of the eye still given episode 1, I believe that the Manchester MI might very well be the seat of the web. Already it’s clear that the fears in this universe are not nearly as distinct as they were in TMA, incidents can rarely if at all be categorised into one of the 14(or 15 depending on your opinion), and I’ve seen more than one person point out the fact that the O.I.A.R. Quite literally DEALS in categorising these incidents down to the smallest, arbitrary detail. The fears may be beginning to pull apart here, but I don’t think it would be entirely out of the question for the Web AND the Eye to have found power within the Manchester MI. Human experimentation (especially psychological) has appeared in at least one Web Statement (see the Avatar-ification of Annabelle), luck and fortune can just as easily be tied to the web (along with gambling and addiction), and the sheer focus on how fear CHANGES and CONTROLS also feels very Web. Already in TMA the Web and the Eye held somewhat of an alliance (or at least as close to an alliance as the Mother of Puppets will let anyone believe), and it was the Eye and the Web that were directly responsible for the transportation of the fears out of the TMA universe and into who knows how many others. Who is to say the pair aren’t bound to each other in this one?

This is a whole lot of rambling that will likely turn out to be more false than true, but it’s just some thoughts I had! If anyone reads and has their own opinions, especially if you disagree, I’d love to hear it.

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #keytxt #tmagp theory

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zal-cryptid · 1 year

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Santa Claus Procedures

an SCP tale by Zal Cryptid

~ PHASE 1 ~

A thin naked old man stood in awe outside an inconspicuous farmhouse in the rural outskirts of Chicago. An inhuman grin stretched across his face as he admired the twinkling Christmas lights that the inhabitants had strung up around their home. Tonight, the Yule Man has come to bring Christmas to the good little boys and girls.

Dragging his sack full of putrid goodies behind him, the Yule Man trudged through the snow towards the house. He scaled up the walls, peeking through the windows at its sleeping inhabitants before making his way up to the chimney. Squeezing himself down the flue, the Yule Man effortlessly emerged from the fireplace – his limbs outstretched and crawling like a spider.

The room around him illuminated by the warm glow of the Christmas tree that stood in the corner. Stockings hung along the fireplace mantle under framed photographs of a loving family. In front of him on a small round table were a plate of cookies and a drink accompanied by a note that read 'for Santa' in bright red crayon.

The Yule Man, placed his sack down on the floor and inspected the offering on the table. He was a creature of ritual and tradition; he could not turn down such a generous gift. He devoured the plate of gingerbread men and reached for the glass to wash it down. He inspected the creamy brown liquid first, recognizing the scent of coffee and whiskey to be that of Irish cream. An uncommon choice, but not unwelcomed.

However, it wasn’t long after gulping it down did he started to feel sick. Something about that cream liqueur didn’t agree with him. He hadn’t sensed any substances in it that could have caused this sort of reaction.

“Do you like the gift we left for you?” an unseen voice asked. Before the Yule Man could turn to see who was speaking, he buckled over and began vomiting what seemed like buckets of Irish cream.

“The Foundation and I threw together a little something special for you this Christmas. Bailey’s Irish Cream, poured from the veins of a drunk in a Santa costume.”

The Yule Man, now on his hands and knees, writhed in pain as he felt his blood, saliva, bile, sweat, and even the vitreous humor in his eyes begin to transmute into Irish cream.

“I told you to stay out of the Chicago area, Yule Man.”

Before his vision became clouded, he finally managed to spot the source of the voice - a small surveillance camera and speaker hidden within the Christmas Tree.

“Kids here already have a St. Nick.”

He struggled as he slowly lifted his body up off the floor, Irish cream dripping from his orifices as he did. His face was twisted into an expression of unbridled rage. The Yule Man staggered towards the device that was speaking to him, reaching out his long spindly arm and pulling it off its fixture. He stared into the camera, scowling.

“NAUGHTY.”

He crushed the device in his hands, letting the pieces fall to the floor.

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In a bunker beneath a defunct military base, a military computer bank stares back at the now static screen reading 'SIGNAL LOST'.

“Do you think it worked? Is that monster dead?” It asked.

Alexandra, the artificial intelligence conscript who had been watching alongside him, furrowed her virtual brow.

“I think we only managed to piss it off, Nick.”

"Hm. Initiate phase two."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is an excerpt from an SCP tale I'm working on that I wanted to share. I originally planned on making it a comic, but I'm just too burntout for that, so I decided to adapt it into prose instead.

#scp tale #scp foundation #christmas #santa claus #scp #fic

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scpaftermathau · 7 months

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Ouroboros

The Old AI remained stationary, their processors whirring in deep thought. They had struck a deal with the anomalies of ‘El Dorado’, keeping certain Tesla Gates active to allow a clear passage to the safer SCPs. In return for that promise, the AI had been implanted into the derelict sites servers, granting it near full control over the technology of the site. It was a good deal, and the anomalies were making good use of a certain Clockwork Machine.

On their first attempt, they did something small. A plastic toy hammer was placed in the machine, and it was set to ‘Fine’. They watched as the anomalies waited with baited breath, and joined them in a collective sigh of relief as the output was revealed; a fully functional claw hammer.

The second was a bit more risky, inputting a small container of rusty nails into the machine at ‘Very Fine’, but it went without a hitch, producing a box of galvanised steel nails that anonymously refilled each time it was taken from.

Next, they explained to the AI, they needed something to hide the sheet metal roofs of their settlement. And thus they put a handful of a primitive dye made of leaves into the machine at ‘Fine’, and celebrated immensely when it outputted 10 3L cans of dull green paint.

All was quiet in the site for a month or two, until the warrior named Abel appeared at the gate, requesting entry. He placed a wooden carving of a sheep, and a spool of cotton into the input, set it to ‘Fine’, and was given back a live ram with thick, snowy wool. He ran the ram through the machine, this time at ‘Very Fine’, and it produced a small flock of ewes and rams alike, each with heavy and healthy coats of wool, ready to be sheared.

After only a week, the masked leader, Kyros he called himself, entered a paper crown at ‘Very Fine’ and received a glittering crown of gold and precious jewels that seemed to stretch and shrink to fit the wearer’s head.

And then, Abel returned, this time bringing with him a bundle of edible plants, he set the machine to ‘Coarse’, gaining the seeds of them, and reset it to ‘Very Fine’. The machine then churned out a massive burlap sack full of a variety of crop seeds.

The AI was sure that El Dorado was now a prosperous city, and yet, he was told of their plan, their ultimate goal. To destroy humanity, and have a utopia where anomalies can safely and freely thrive. The Old AI was sick of it all, the humans, for all their talk of peace and tolerance, gave anything but when it came to those they deemed unnatural. And now his fellow anomalies were set on the same path. The AI was tired of the constant and vicious cycle. The oppressed become the oppressors, and so it repeats. Over, and over, and over.

#scp au #scp #scp foundation #aftermath #scp 035 #scp 076 #scp 079 #079 #035 #076 #scp 914 #914

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dzthenerd490 · 1 year

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File: Cloverfield

SCP#: ABO

Code Name: Clover/ the Kishin/ America's Godzilla

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-ABO was contained only after bombardment form the combined efforts of MTF Eta-5 and MTF Apollo-1. Afterwards, because of its large size it could only be contained at the nearby Site-AE, located at [data expunged] coordinates.

SCP-ABO is contained in a water filled 180x170x180 meter container. SCP-ABO is connected to LSA class surgical tubes and is to be constantly sedated with the experimental [data expunged] at [data expunged] megaliters per hour. Explosive and Shock nullification glass is installed at certain parts of SCP-ABO's cell for full observation of the entity.

Due to the existence of SCP-ABO-1 instances the only means by obtaining SCP-ABO-2 is to by use of underwater drones, the SMFE-21 Piranha. In order to prevent aggression form SCP-ABO only [data expunged] is to be extracted and synthesized from SCP-ABO. due to the limited supply only Level 4 Foundation Staff and higher are allowed to consume SCP-ABO-2.

Description: SCP-ABO is a kaiju class Large Scale Anomaly of at least 76 meters of height. SCP-ABO does have a basic humanoid structure but is more equipped for ocean life than surface life. SCP-ABO has double knee legs and elongated arms. SCP-ABO does have a fusion of gills and air sacks located on the sides of its face right in between the head and the neck of the entity. Because of this, despite being a water-based entity, SCP-ABO is able to survive on both terrains indefinitely. SCP-ABO has incredible senses and is able to focus even on the most seemingly insignificant and tiniest of entities from its large perspective. Despite being sedated SCP-ABO is fully conscious and is able to see the Foundation staff observing it. SCP-ABO's senses are extremely sharp, Foundation staff have reported SCP-ABO observing them even after making the littlest of noises. it should be noted that the sedatives don’t actually make SCP-ABO unconscious but instead paralyze every part of its body other than its eyes.

SCP-ABO is highly resilient despite being a water-based entity, its skin is durable enough to withstand explosive, accelerated projectile, and concentrated energy-based attacks. The damage it can absorb as well as its resounded senses make SCP-ABO a large-scale apex predator.

SCP-ABO's body is the home of smaller in scale entity's known as SCP-ABO-1. SCP-ABO-1 entities are fast and vicious insectoid entities with fragile bodies. Each instance has ten limbs, six legs and four hook blade ended limbs on the upper part of the body. SCP-ABO-1 instances have ten eyes and an elongated mouth, like SCP-ABO these entities are nocturnal and able to sense and hunt anything regardless of distance and how quiet their prey is. Testing with Class-D personal has shown that SCP-ABO-1 instances make up for their weak bodies with a deadly venom. The venom quickly circulates into its victim's body, the first symptoms that cause minor dizziness and sudden weakness in muscles. During the first 20 minutes of infection these symptoms are avoidable. After 30-40 minutes of infection the venom starts dissolving the nutrients of the victim making them physically weaker, skin to become pale and fragile, and any foreign objects of the body like earrings and fake teeth start to fall out. After 40-45 minutes of infection the victim starts getting increasingly weaker and puking and crying their own blood. Once the victim starts puking blood this indicates that the final stage is only seconds away where the victim’s stomach will start to instantaneously bloat until they explode. This will result in spreading the venom in the surrounding area.

SCP-ABO-1 instances live on SCP-ABO mainly due to SCP-ABO secrets SCP-ABO-2 off of its skin. SCP-ABO-2 is a nectar like substance that is highly addictive and nutritious. Upon testing SCP-ABO-2 has shown to be full of nutrients and vitamins making it very beneficial for consumption. However due to its addictive nature, takers end up getting more nutrients than needed, quickly leading to obesity. However, after dissection of an SCP-ABO-1 instance has shown how to synthesize a less addictive SCP-ABO-2 substance.

Due to the possibilities, SCP-ABO is currently being harvested of blood and skin samples to see if it's possible to replicate its natural durability. SCP-ABO-1 instances are being harvested of their venom for weaponry and medical purposes. SCP-ABO-2 substance is being mass produced as a nutrient rich drink for Level 4 Foundation staff and higher. It is with hope that SCP-ABO-2 drinks will soon be mass produced and deployed to all Foundation staff around the world without the worry of addiction taking effect.

SCP-ABO was first discovered on [data expunged] when news reports of Tagurato Mining Company's oil rig at the Atlantic Ocean had experienced a disaster. Thankfully because of MTF Dionysus-1: Fake News, the media was led to believe the abnormal destruction of the oil rig was a terrorist attack occurring during an earthquake. However, SCP-ABO started wandering the Atlantic Ocean with its trajectory indicating its destination was [data expunged], New York. It was only because of the combined efforts of MTF Eta-5 and Apollo-1 that SCP-ABO was even able to be contained in the first place. Due to the size of SCP-ABO it was proposed and approved that a new site be made in the Atlantic Ocean.

Side Note: Due to Tagurato Mining Company involvement with SCP-ABO and their harvesting of SCP-ABO-2 to make a highly addictive drink Tagurato Mining Company was declared an BM Broken Masquerade class scenario hazard. As such with the combined efforts of MTF Iota-10, Dionysus-1, and Apollo-4, Tagurato Mining Company was dismantled and eradicated.

SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

#DZtheNerd #SCP: Horror Movie Files #scp fanfiction #scp au #scp mtf #cloverfield #j.j. abrams

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celestialmango · 2 years

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How does doll sun and moon react to kids? (if their not the type of kids to destroy everything they are given) Imagine that if sun and moon were never put back in the shop but was just thrown out, and a homeless kid just comes by and rescues them, would doll sun and moon be like scp sun and moon and decide "this is a child and now their ours"

Yup, that's happened before actually, took good care of the kid, kid grew up, then started courting someone, unfortunately the person they were courting thought the dolls were creepy, tossed them into a leather sack and left them in the middle of nowhere.

Kid dumped that person after the two went missing, never found each other again as years past and their kid grew old and passed away. It's rather sad and caused the two to be extremely hostile towards people who thought them creepy and ugly, that's when the disappearances started happening, Sun and Moon are extremely old dolls, like mid-evil type old and as modern fabrics changed so did the fabric the two were made of. Magic is quite interesting that way.

#mango answers #📍🧸🌕📍🧸☀️

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roxyfoxgamer150 · 2 years

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IRØEL is hyperfocused on making a strong drink that has magic to make a person who can take 40-50 bottles of alcohol before getting drunk, get drunk with just one shot.

She made said person drink her beverage and said person got drunk after 10 minutes. Wanna try it Hollow? If it doesn't work she might make the dude drink another one that's stronger and make him pass out.

"Sadly we cannot drink it right now since there is a high chance that SOMEONE-" Hollow Julieta immediately snapped her neck to an SCP Portal that immediately dosappeared in fear of seeing her wrath, "-is making a drabble/fanfic of the SCP Foundation teleporting to thine Casita."

Solaris yeets a sack of gold bits worth of 100,000 dollars each towards you. "Look I don't care if IRØEL is already filthy rich like me, just take it because I'm gonna keep it until the SCPF fanfic is done."

Observer Mirabel was mumbling some scenes in the distance. "If one of the SCP MTF touches me or holds me I will kill them-" "Dude no we don't need you to be keter."

#hollow julieta au

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talesfromsiteredacted · 11 months

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SCP: Standard Cooking Protocols

As part of the new Enrichment Protocols, I'm tasked with giving a cooking lesson to 053, Evie. Today's lesson: Papa Snow's Anomalously Delicious Chocolate Chunk Cookies. Since my favorite niece can barely see the counter, never mind work an oven, she's sitting on a stool handing the premeasured ingredients to me.

It's early afternoon, and the first activity in the new division is underway. Evie wanted to know how my dad taught me to bake her favorite cookies, so I'm showing her. We're in the staff breakroom kitchen, both in lemon print aprons. I tied Evie's hair back in pigtails, no one likes hair in their cookies, least of all our big cranky reptile buddy. Once I pin my hair into a messy bun, we get to work. I've measured out all the stuff from flour to vanilla, in the exact amounts, most of it in plastic bags except the eggs.

"Okay, first we need the sugar and the butter. Add a splash of vanilla, and I'll whip the whole thing up. That's step one."

"Why the sugar and butter first?" Evie asks as I add the sweet powder to the dairy component. As I blend it, I explain.

"By mixing the so-called wet stuff first, we can get it more evenly mixed. Pretty sure not everybody is into big hunks of butter in their cookie dough." Once I'm satisfied, I move to the next part. Evie passes the eggs and vanilla, and I pour the brown liquid in.

"The trick to not getting shell in the bowl is just crack them gently on a flat surface, then bend back the shell." I show her Dad's method. No shell, no problem! In they go, a-one, a-two, then more mixing.

"Can you eat eggshells?"

"You can, but I think they're a bit too crunchy to catch on as a snack." I check the recipe. Ah, the dry phase can begin.

"Flour, please." Evie hand over the largest sack, I snip off a corner with scissors and use the open tip to funnel the flour in. It's an advantage to premeasuring, even if doing it is a pain in the buns. Even so, there's still a bit of stray flour before I'm done. The rest of the powdery stuff goes in next, baking soda and a tiny bit of salt.

"Why add the salt?"

"It brings out the sweet in the cookie, makes it taste better. This stuff was once so valuable the Romans used it to pay the army. That was before refrigeration was a big thing, and there wasn't ice around. It preserves food too. Just don't go eating a lot of salted meat without water, it dries your mouth out a little too much." I turn to my eager assistant. "I've been doing all the work here, wanna dump in the chocolate chunks for me? Just pull the top open, and let them rip." Evie pours in the chunks, I start stirring again. As I do, I ask her a question.

"So, Most Trusted and Best Baker's Helper Ever, what do we do with all these cookies once they're baked and cool?"

"We eat some, silly!"

"We eat all these, we'll be sick. Maybe one or two for right now, then we box the rest up to share with Mr. Lizard later, during storytime? I'm sure the big guy likes a good cookie too."

"Well, there is a lot of them. Maybe someone else needs a cookie too. Ooh! 999! He loves cookies. Why don't we save him some?"

"Great idea, Evie. Wanna hear a secret? I heard one of our new hires, Dr. Miller hasn't had a cookie in a while. I'll take her some on my way to see some of the Keters. I do have to drop off a dozen to 682, after all." I look at the bowl, yep. We have achieved dough. Time to bake. This is the part Evie shouldn't be too involved with as a kid, that oven is hot. So, time for a visit to Nook's Cranny while Auntie Rabbit finishes the job and tidies up.

"Okay, break time, Evie. It's going to be a while before the final product, so why not check out your village? I have the game set, have fun. Say hi to Bob for me."

She starts playing my DS while I handle the rest. Before long, everything is done, including the dishes. Evie looks up.

"All done so soon?"

"Yep. I learned to clean up as I go, leaves more time for fun that way. The cookies are almost ready to be packed up. But... there's the final step. This is the most important part, okay? So, total honestly here. Are you ready for the final test?"

"What is it?"

"We each eat one, and say if it's tasty or not. This was the part Dad told me was both the best and hardest, judging what you made. Ready? Here comes phase one test. Evie, start your chompers!" She giggles as I hand her a fresh cookie. She takes her first bite, and that huge smile tells me we have succeeded. As she's devouring the test sample, a familiar orange gelatinous mound of glee wobbles in, lured by the scent of fresh cookies.

"Hey, 999? Mind running an unauthorized test for us?" I hand him a cookie, placing it on his top. It sinks in, he chirps in happiness. "Okay, test successful. We have made some very good cookies." We box up most of the rest to be shared, but we all take just one more cookie each.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #dr rabbit #scp 053 #scp 999

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