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fantem1903 · 10 months

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Some Rotten Man: A Book of Bad Decisions by Maggie Clef (Preview)

The following is the first half of the prologue to the upcoming SCP Wiki interactive novel, Some Rotten Man, starring the Baddest Man in Hell, Alto Clef.

The story is a part of the W H O R E O F B L O O D canon, and should be considered separate but adjacent to other commonly known depictions of Clef, the Goddess, and SCP-166, as it was made from what @ashes-and-pudding and I loved most about the characters, and made into a new take.

With that all said, I hope you enjoy a preview of his better days:

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A strong breeze graced the two children on the cliff. One a kid, and one a fawn.

The kid stalked through the brush like a hunter, his two small hands in the shape of pistols. His footsteps were light. He knew his target was near. “Ya can’t hide forever, ya know I’ll getcha.” The warm, bright Grecian sun made his black fur feel even hotter. Sweat trickled down and stung his eye. “Come on out! No sense bein’ a sore lo-” The kid bleated slightly, as he felt two fingers press against his lower spine. “Bang! Gotcha!” The fawn smiled. The kid spun around just a little too slow as the fawn pressed two fingers against his chest. She mimicked the sounds of a gun firing.. Each imaginary bullet punctured the kid’s torso. “Gotcha again! You’re dead twice now. Good job.”

“Nuh-uh! I got armor!” The kid said, puffing his chest out. “I’m bulletproof!”

“Wh- no! That’s cheating! How’d you get that?!” She huffed, pouting as she looked at him in disbelief. “Cuz I’m the bad guy! I stole it offa lawman I shot down.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Yeah it is! I earned it! From when m-” The kid couldn’t finish. The fawn tackled him to the ground as she cracked a smile. “Shut up!” She laughed as they both hit the ground. “I put you in the ground fair and square, Alto!” The kid blows a raspberry at her. “Fuck you, Gaea.”

The fawn slapped him lightly across the snout, causing the kid to bleat. “Watch your mouth, Alto! I’m still the law around here, and I can bury you again.” “Yeah, and I’m an outlaw! No one kills the bad guy, he’s too tough!” “I just did!” “Well then why am I still here, dummy.” The kid stuck his tongue out at the fawn before she jabbed him right in the snout. “Ow! Quit it, I’m sensitive there.” She giggled. “Aw, looks like Mr. Outlaw is sensitive isn’t he?” The kid lapsed into an embarrassed but comfortable silence as they laid side by side, staring up at a blue summer sky. The cry of gulls filling the air.

It had been a few moments until the fawn broke the silence. “Hey Alto? Do you ever miss the Seventh Circle?” The kid was quiet for a bit. Dark memories lapped at the edge of his mind. “Naw… I- We weren’t very happy there. I just- I miss my family, I guess. The ones who didn’t make it, I mean.”

The fawn was silent, not sure what to say. “… How many?”

“... A lotta ‘em…” He sniffed, trying to hide it from her, despite already noticing. “I, uh, didn’t used to be the youngest, ya know.”

“… I’m so sorry, Alto.” She sat up, placing a supportive hand on his knee. The kid sat up, and looked off to the side. “Ain’t nothin’ you gotta be sorry for. You weren’t the ones that killed ‘em… but thanks.”

“Of course. I’m your friend, that’s what I’m here for.” She gave a reassuring smile. “At least you’re safe here, right?”

“Yeah… Yer safe with me too, ya got that? I ain’t lettin’ nothin’ happen to you.” He put on a tough look, the best a boy could do at his age. Even if it was all smoke, the fawn still smiled and drew the kid into a warm embrace. “Well, thank you for keeping me safe, Mr. Bad Guy.” The kid blushed as he felt her arms around his neck. He gingerly returned it with his arms around the small of her back. The fawn wished in her heart that he’d never let go. The kid broke the hug first, as he remembered what he spent all of last night doing. “Hey, uh… I made ya a lil somethin’.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” The fawn tilted her head.

“C’mon, I left it over here so we wouldn’t mess it up when we were playin’.” He stood up, gave his hand to the fawn to pull her up to his level. He brought her near the edge of the cliff, where they often sat. “Ok, you wait here, just close your eyes, and hold out your hand. I’ll be right back.” “Alright!” She waited as she was told to. She could hear him curse under his breath in the distance, and fumble a bit. “You, uh, doing okay back there, Alto?”

“Yeah, yeah, just- fuck, hold on, I messed something up.” He responded, walking back over to her. Gaea could feel something land in her hand. “Alright, open yer eyes!”

She did. What lay in her hands was the worst flower crown she had ever seen; poorly knotted Bear’s Breeches.

“I hope ya like it!” The kid smiled, proud of his handiwork.

“I… I love it.” She looked up, giving him a genuine smile. She donned the crown alongside her fledgling antlers. Or rather, tried to, as it immediately fell apart.

“Aw shit! Come on!” The kid groaned, embarrassed. “I ain’t no good at this, am I?”

“Alto, don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? You know I still love it.” She sat down at the edge of the cliff, gathered the flowers, and got to work. “Here, we can fix it together. Come on, sit down with me, alright?” “Yeah, sure, I ain’t… very good at makin’ shit.” He sighed, sitting down and letting his legs swing off the side of the cliff. “I uh… hope it ain’t too shitty or nothin’.” “Not at all!... You uh… chose a heck of a flower to make this out of… We’d have to get rid of some of this mess…” She held it up for the kid, stripping the flower of the superfluous petals. ”Like this, see?”

The kid nodded and watched intently. “When you’re done with that, can I try again?”

“Of course! Almost done.” She smiled, handing the prepped flowers over to the kid. “There you go! Now, you just gotta put those stems through those stems, and keep on going till you reach around to the start.”

The kid focused on threading the stems through the other stems, the fawn only occasionally interjecting to fix a mistake or two. Soon enough, the kid wrapped the crown around the fawn’s head to measure, closed the loop, and placed the much-improved and much more stable flower crown on her head.

“There you go! See? Easy, right?” She smiled, bringing her hands together in a clap.

“Yeah, you’re really good at this… guess it comes free with bein’ a nature god.” He playfully punched her shoulder.

“Maybe, but I also just like making stuff in general.” She giggled, and put a single flower in-between the kid’s long ears.. “... Especially if it’s for you.”

The kid looked away and blushed hard. “... Thank ya, Gaea. I… can’t really do much. I’m not good at a lotta things. Besides, ya know.” He shaped his hand into a pistol and went ‘bang’. An imaginary bullet pierced the heart of a gull flying high overhead. “I just- I wanna take care of you, I guess. Like how you do for me.” “Yeah and I think you’re doing a great job.” The fawn hugged the kid’s arm. Her head rested on his shoulder as the both of them looked at the sea. The two enjoyed the silence. The cold breeze of the open air and the warmth of their bodies right next to each other. “... Hey Alto?” “Yeah?” “What do you wanna be when you’re older?” “I told ya, didn’t I?” The kid smiled, wide and bright. “I’m gonna go back to the Seventh Circle. And when I do, I’m gonna be the Baddest Man in Hell. I’m gonna show those rent-a-cops with their fuckin’ tacked on tin stars who’s hot shit.” “... Why?” The kid blinked. “Huh?” “Why do you wanna be ‘Bad Man’ anyways?” The kid had a fire in his voice as he spoke. A fire that always made the fawn weary. “I like you the way you are already.” The kid was quiet for a while. He looked at the fawn’s worried face. Concern etched all over her pretty eyes. He sighed. “Cuz I’d rather be a bad man than stuck as… ‘river trash’.” He looked away. Embarrassed or maybe just ashamed. “River scum can’t take care of their family, can’t stop when bad men wanna hurt ‘em. River scum can't do shit." “Alto…” The fawn grabbed a hold of the kid’s hand, gently. “And ‘sides…” He turned back to “I was already a bad man before you met me. I might as well try and be the baddest there is.” “... You wanna know something, Alto?” “What’s that?” “I don’t think you’re a bad guy.” She puts another flower on his ear. “I think you just try too hard to be one.”

The kid sat there. And said nothing. He did nothing. He merely looked off to the horizon.

“I hope I’ll always have a place in your life. I don’t want you going away forever.” “Of course you will! When I’m the meanest, baddest sumbitch in Hell, I’ll do whatever I want. I’ll get a whole world just for you! Just for the both of us!”

The fawn giggled. “You don’t gotta! I think I like this world just as it is already.” “Maybe… but I think you deserve better.” “... You know, you can always just stay here, right? You don’t have to go anywhere. You, your family, you’ll always have a place right here, with me.” “Yeah… yeah… I know…” the kid was aloof. His thoughts elsewhere.

The fawn pouted once more, and thought of a way to get him out of his stupor. She leaned in quick, and pecked him right on the cheek.

“Wh-” the kid bleated once more, his face beet-pink. She simply giggled. “C’mon, Mr. Bad Guy. We gotta get dinner ready.”

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I wanna tell y’all a story. A story about my papa. The Gunslinger. The Baddest Man in Hell. Agent Ukulele. Angel Eyes. The Anti-Type Green. Doctor Clef.

This is a story of how he dies.

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Some Rotten Man will release during this Halloween's ANTHOLOGY! Want to read more right fucking now? Hit me up in DMs to become a beta reader!

#also “Kid” means both “child” AND “baby goat” in this context #scp #scp foundation #scp wiki #alto clef #clef #dr clef #dr. clef #scp 166 #maggie #the goddess #Some Rotten Man #WH0RE 0F BL00D #writers on tumblr #preview

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fantem1903 · 8 months

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Mammon Istjur Ansiel

"The Constrainer"

Vice Corporate Archdemon of the House of the Fly

Art by @ashes-and-pudding Icon by @fantem1903 First appearance in WHORE OF BLOOD: Sol Invictus

Ansiel (he/him) is the adoptive son of Mammon Beelzebub, who is the Corporate Archdemon and head of the Mammon Dynasty, colloquially known as the House of the fly.

The House of the Fly's seat of power stems from Mammon Industries™ (MI™), which is a multi-dimensional conglomerate originating from the 4th Circle of Inferno with the mission statement of exploiting malignant greed. Most of their workers and laborers are former CEOs, billionaires, and wealthy elites; namely those who have amassed a fortune at the expense of those less fortunate.

The SCP Foundation's first encounter with Ansiel came in the form of SCP-738; AKA "The Devil's Deal." Most relevantly, this is where Ansiel met Sheldon Katz Esquire, where they went into a days-long legal battle, eventually ending in Sheldon passing out in exhaustion.

Ansiel has claimed that that moment was the "most fun [he's] had in years!"

Ansiel is a fallen angel who has the natural ability to shapeshift, even having the option to selectively alter his appearance to select individuals, or even to not appear at all.

While working, or in a business negotiation, he will appear in whatever form he deems the most likely to end in a successful deal. However, his common form is that of a feminine-presenting humanoid fly demon.

Ansiel's mantra is "you can not scam an honest man," which serves as both as his philosophy, and a rule. This mindset, along with his skillset as a shrewd business man, is what has made him a perfect fit for MI™. So much so, that Mammon Beelzebub has elected to formally adopt him as his only child so that he may inherit the Dynasty, much to the chagrin of Beelzebub's vast extended family, who he views as too immature and spoiled to treat the position with the integrity it needs.

Only one other demon has garnered enough respect from Mammon Beelzebub to have the honor of being considered for adoption. However, she had respectfully and amicably declined in order to preserve her birth mother's legacy.

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fantem1903 · 9 months

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Just finished making a logo and theme for Whore of Blood!~

Inspired by the Las Vegas Flamingo hotel, the Las Vegas Special Economic Zone theme is meant for use in Whore of Blood canon. Specifically for the Undervegas location.

Undervegas, referred to officially as the Las Vegas Special Economic Zone, is predominantly ran and governed by the joint leadership of the 4th, 3rd, and 2nd circles of Hell: CEO Mammontm in Greed, Astaroth in Gluttony, and Lady Love Asmodeus in Lust.

#scp #scp foundation #wh0re 0f bl00d #scp wiki #css #scp theme #artists on tumblr

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fantem1903 · 9 months

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Pretty proud of this one! U^w^U

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fantem1903 · 9 months

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Hierarchy and the Imps of Inferno

(TW: abuse mention)

A common misconception in the hierarchical structure of Inferno is that certain types of demons inherently “out-rank” others.

And no one receives the brunt of this misconception more than imps.

While there is something to be said about certain demon types, or even traits/quirks, giving them an economic advantage, Infernal hierarchy is based on the two things capitalistic monarchies value.

Wealth, and bloodline.

In most cases, discerning a demon’s class is as easy as looking at the crown above their heads.

Note; the skulls are for demonstrative purposes only. No demon skull looks human.

This crown appears when a demon is fully mature, and changes in accordance with their excess soulstuff. In most demons, the more soulstuff a demon has in their system, the more powerful a demon is.

In Inferno, money literally equals power.

Imps, however, only orbit this system.

Imps are recognizable by their short stature (typically 2 to 4 feet), horns, and nonconventional, static crowns. They may have forms that are taller, but these are temporary, and require a knowledge of magic to maintain.

It is also impossible to gauge how powerful an imp is from their crown.

Pictured below is Adrian, who’s crown is located on the end of their tail. (Picture from SCP-6159)

While soulstuff is still massively important for an imp to consume, they do not consume soulstuff or gain power like typical demons.

Instead, they form a (ideally) voluntary, symbiotic relationship with another demon (or patron), metaphysically siphoning soulstuff from them to feed on.

When an imp has a patron, the imp becomes just as powerful, both in raw power and, theoretically, in influence, as that patron. Either party, however, has the ability to end their link at any time.

Imps typically seek employment, offering to work in exchange for someone to act as their patron, in addition to a regular wage.

However, not all imps become the familiar of a business. Imps have also made patrons out of romantic partners, friends, non-imp family, and other relationships. Other imps simply pay a monthly fee to a soullord to be their patron.

Despite the many avenues for an imp to live independently, their public perception is that of a dependent.

It often does not matter if an imp pays their own way, or if an imp is under the patronage of an archdemon, their perceived worth is almost always compared to that of their patron.

They are rarely seen as their exact equal, despite the imp’s contributions and accomplishments or their own power. To many, Imps are seldom perceived as the leader. Instead, they are often seen as the right-hand men, the advisor, the vice president, the accessory, etc.

While there are examples of positive, healthy relationships between a familiar and their patron, this dynamic has the potential to harbor abuse, taking advantage of a familiar’s need for a patron.

Professionally, this often means an exploitation of labor. Domestically, it means fiscal and emotional manipulation, or worse.

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fantem1903 · 7 months

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I wanna make a plushie of Adrian on Makeship, but I'm not sure if we're popular enough to get 200 purchases.

Maybe if my cut of the proceeds went to top surgery?

#scp #scp foundation #scp wiki #scp shitposting #Adrian #WH0RE 0F BL00D

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fantem1903 · 10 months

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A snippet from Some Rotten Man: A Book of Bad Decisions, Interlude 1

#scp #dr clef #dr. clef #scp 166 #scp foundation #scp shitposting #scp wiki #some rotten man #wh0re 0f bl00d #dr alto clef

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fantem1903 · 9 months

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INFERNAL CALENDAR & TIME

Inferno has the same units of hours, minutes and seconds as we do, using an infernal atomic clock by using the resonant frequency of Tartarean Resonance Energy to find their values.

A day in Hell is 30 hours long, split into three 10-hour shifts. 1st Shift, 2nd Shift, 3rd Shift. Individual days do not have names (such as Monday, Tuesday, etc).

A week in Hell is 9 days long, and divided into 4 sections.

Early Week, which is 3 work days Mid Week, which is 1 off day Latter Week, which is 3 days, and Week End, which are 2 off days

This week repeats thrice for one month.

The Infernal planes do not have any celestial bodies native to their dimensions (save for the artificial sun in Greed, which is maintained by Mammon Industries™️).

Instead, months are heralded by weather events originating from the 9th Circle and traveling to each individual circle. As a result, there are 9 months in a year.

The first month is Warmth in the 9th Circle (Treachery) The second month is Windchill in the 8th Circle (Fraud) The third month is Blood in the 7th Circle (Violence) The fourth month is Brimstone in the 6th Circle (Heresy) The fifth month is Flood in the 5th Circle (Wrath) The sixth month is Monsoon in the 4th Circle (Greed) The seventh month is Black Snow in the 3rd Circle (Gluttony) The eighth month is Hailstones in the 2nd Circle (Lust) The ninth month is Null in the 1st Circle (Limbo)

Each of these repeat for a year total, also referred to as a cycle.

The yearly calendar is reset every 1000 cycles to make an era, or Millennia. Millennia are not numbered, but go by name, with the names given in hind sight.

The current Millennia is simply referred to as "this Millennia." The last Millennia is referred to as "last Millennia." Historians spend this Millennia deciding the name of the Millennia before that.

The Most recent named Millennia is the Millennia of the Beast.

30 hours in a day 270 hours in a week 810 hours in a month 7290 hours in a year

An example of a date is as follows:

4:24 3rd Shift, Flood 22nd, The 345th year of the Current Millenia (CM)

3-4:24 / Flood 22 / 345 CM

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