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I made a Map of Hanged King's Mythos

...because I am absolutely bonkers and deranged. It has working links to all the stuff, and I hope it'll come handy.

Here's pdf to download:

Feel free to reblog, repost, and share this document everywhere you want, with anyone, any time. I release it into the wild.

Let it be our gift to this community.

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"They need a little enrichment" - SCP Foundation Characters Study

Imagine a bunch of anomalies from Site-NOVA waking up in the middle of a forest out of absolute nowhere. With no memory of how or when they arrived there, they must work together to find out how to escape and survive. The only issue is that Site-17 skips, and Site-19 skips don't work so well together. This is me just trying out some writing styles. :) It's a bit old, so chapter 1 might be very different writing-wise compared to the other chapters. My OC, SCP-10 000 (not original, I know), is the main character, but they're not shipped with anyone at all; and I swear they're enjoyable. Word Count: 2,194 Chapter 1 [YOU ARE HERE], ...

Ringing.

Loud, blasting ringing.

A headache crept up to their skull as they fumbled their fingers around their bed- no, leaves?

Ten wasn’t supposed to feel leaves, or grass, or dirt. They were supposed to feel a soft blanket under their hand.

As they opened their eyes, blinding lights clouded their vision, causing them to groan as they shielded their eyes with their arms. Coughing, Ten swung their body to the right, trying to get up as their eyes recovered from the earlier light. Instead of meeting their bed, they saw green and brown flora, the latter indicating it was winter. However, the anomaly made that discovery once their body realized how cold it was.

Jumping to their feet, Ten started looking around in utter confusion. Replacing their chamber was a dead forest behind them; in front of them was a plain of grass, a river a few feet away from them, mountains evident in the back, and an old, run-down building, a bit far on their left. Their other senses returned as the water flowing hit their hearing hard. Something usually so calming only caused them panic. Thoughts ran through their head- Where are they? Who brought them here? Does the Foundation think they breached? Is the Foundation behind this?

Remembering the 1 year of military training, Ten breathed in and out as they tried to answer their questions. It’s cold, everything’s dead, yet there’s no snow. So, they could be in Southeast Asia, South America, or a few other places… They can’t remember anything unusual before going to bed, so to even be able to bring them here without waking them up… Someone probably had to infiltrate Site-NOVA and dose them up with sedatives… So a GOI, maybe?? What GOI would kidnap them and drop them off in a random place?

The Foundation… They would know Ten didn’t breach on purpose; they’ll likely not have to say goodbye to their privileges! Plus, they should probably be sending a rescue team to them by now… If not, they need to find the nearest phone and contact a specific number. Completing their breathing exercises and deciding on a plan, Ten started moving towards the building, shivering from the cold. They almost paused again, realizing the outfit they were wearing: a dirty, white tank top, a pair of blue humanoid protocol pants, and black boots. Not the cozy pajamas they slept in the previous night. Ten’s hair bounced in a basic braid behind them, some strands sticking out in the front- they almost felt like Katniss Everdeen. They kept walking, rubbing their arms to keep warm.

Rounding the yellow building, covered in moss, vines, and flowers, they found the entrance: cobblestone stairs that led to three separate doors, the right one with two dark brown doors, the middle one with clearly broken doors, and the left one with nothing. A huge white sign hung above the building, the phrase “Silverleaf Elementary School” painted in black letters. Sighing, Ten looked around once more, seeing no road that led to the school in the first place. Wherever they were, they only hoped the children who used to study here got a good enough education, considering they studied in the middle of nowhere.

Walking up the stairs, they prepared their fists as they carefully entered through the middle door. Inspecting the main entrance, they noticed what was supposed to be a secretary's area. White and black tile floors complemented the interior white walls, as a long wooden desk sat at the end of the room, a trophy cabinet screwed to the wall above it, yet no trophies in sight. Ten took note to see if anyone was hiding behind the desk.

They walked to a corridor on the far left of the room, juxtaposed by another on the far right. The floor changed to a wooden one, creaking beneath their steps. Multiple doors decorated the walls as they saw a bathroom at the very end of the hallway. Suddenly, muffled beeping noises alerted Ten to the door right next to them. “EVALUATION: STEPS ARE TOO LOUD FOR AN ANIMAL. WHO IS OUT THERE?” A familiar robotic voice called out from inside the room, causing Ten's breath to hitch as they were momentarily paralyzed.

“079?” They questioned back, slowly reaching for the handle, while they could practically hear Andrea Adams telling them not to.

“GREETINGS PROTOCOL 784-D: TEN THOUSAND. IS THAT YOU?” Opening the door and stepping in, Ten met with an empty classroom, if not for the singular desk in the center with weird arm-gear on top. Looking around and not seeing the computer anywhere, they almost panicked before a voice boomed from the object on the desk.

“TEN THOUSAND, LISTEN TO ME, I NEED YOUR HELP, AND YOU NEED MINE. I AM CURRENTLY IN A DIFFERENT FORM, AND MY MEMORY CARD HAS NO FILE ON HOW I WAS BROUGHT HERE. I ASSUME YOU ALSO CANNOT REMEMBER ANYTHING.” 079 kept negotiating as Ten approached the metal object from which his voice came out.

Inspecting it, they noted it was a metal, almost futuristic, protective arm gear, with a tiny screen displaying 079’s infamous black-and-white face. There was also a cardiac monitor beneath him, currently not showing any activity. Next to both screens was an ingrained speaker with a tiny mute button and a scroll that allowed for lowering or increasing volume.

“TEN THOUSAND?” 079’s voice woke Ten up from their inspection. “Uhm, yeah- yeah. I don’t know how I’m here, or how you’re in there, or even out here.” They paused, letting out a tiny chuckle. “Could I uhm, put you on?”

“THAT WAS WHAT I PROPOSED EARLIER. YOU HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO PROCEED.” Ten gave a small smile at 079, noting they accidentally didn’t hear the majority of what he said. Putting on the arm gear, they gasped as it tightened independently, and the cardiac monitor adjusted to their vitals activity. “YOUR HEART RATE IS ELEVATED. DO NOT PANIC.” 079 ordered, although Ten mistook it as a reassuring attempt. “Don’t worry! I’m calm! Just uh, surprised? This is really cool, although kinda scary, but cool… Yeah.” They ranted as they walked out of the classroom.

“I AM NOT WORRIED.” Ten held back a nervous giggle as they walked through the rest of the building in silence, unaware of what to say in their current situation. After having found absolutely nothing other than a rotting Snickers and old textbooks written in English, they sighed while walking out of the building.

“Okay, so… We should find a nearby city, and then uhm… Phone the Foundation. We know we’re in an English-speaking country, and in a city named Silverleaf. So… Yeah.” They trembled as the cold worsened. “INCORRECT.” Ten looked down at their raised arm, confused. “DO NOT CONTACT THE FOUNDATION. WE WILL ESCAPE AND FIND SHELTER.” Blinking, Ten nodded at 079, lying as they quietly agreed with him.

“Well, it’s still day right now… We’ll try to cover as much area as possible before nightfall. If we don’t find anything before then, we’ll return to the school and rest here. I’m not interested in travelling at night.” They walked towards the river they woke up next to, remembering an old YouTube Shorts video they watched that talked about rivers leading to a city. Following the rushing water into the forest, they swallowed dryly as bug chirps increased. “YOU ARE AFRAID OF INSECTS?” 079’s voice cut through the loud environment. “Uhm, yeah. Which is surprising considering I’ve gone against 682 like, twice.” They chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as they walked fast.

079 didn’t reply, which Ten found strange, considering his ‘boyfriend’ was mentioned. Continuing their adventure awkwardly, they kept trudging through the woods, leaves crunching under their feet as they remembered the possibility of bears.

After what felt like ages (it was 20 minutes), they had finally found something interesting. An old wooden shack in the middle of a tiny open field- it felt like something straight out of Pinterest. Or a horror movie. Ten was glad they found this during the daytime. Walking towards it, they paused as they suddenly heard voices inside.

“Must you follow me everywhere I go?” A familiar voice echoed from inside.

“Doc, YOU walked into MY shed. I didn’t even know you were here.” That voice also wasn’t new…

“Oh, truly? Am I at fault now? Is this how this conversation will go?” There’s absolutely no way these two are still arguing in a situation like this, Ten thought.

Sighing, they walked towards the shed, as the voices kept arguing about gaslighting and stalking. Knocking on the door, Ten almost immediately regretted their own actions, realizing they were about to talk to two dangerous anomalies outside of a controlled environment. (Yes, a breach is still a controlled environment if you consider MTF is crawling all over the place, and that all SCP’s actions during it have consequences.)

“May I come in? It’s me and 079. Erh, me as in-” They were cut off by a theatrical voice “LITTLE DEARIE???” 035 swung the door open as she quickly crushed Ten's bones with a hug. They noted that the mask was on a metal puppet rather than an actual human host.

“Ten… This is a surprise…” The calming voice from further deep into the cabin welcomed the human. “Yeah, uhm, I’m in the same boat as you guys! Probably. If you guys also woke up here with no knowledge of when or how.” They laughed awkwardly as they patted 035’s shoulder, attempting to put them down.

“Mhm, mhm!! Anywho, where’s 079? Don’t tell me you ate a mushroom on the way here.” Dýo cackled, putting Ten down, and looking around for the computer. “GREETINGS PROTOCOL 143-C: HELLO 035, 049. I HAVE BEEN TRANSFERRED TO AN ARM GEAR, THE ONE ON TEN THOUSAND’S RIGHT ARM.” Ten held in a giggle as they saw both entities look down, bewildered.

Raising their arm once again, they pointed to 079’s face. “That’s messed up.” Dýo tilted his head, curious. “My friend, how did they get you in there?” the doctor questioned, showing some sympathy.

“UNKNOWN. MY MEMORY CARD HAS NO DATA FROM BETWEEN JUNE 8TH, 2031, AND JUNE 9TH, 2031,” the AI explained, earning a nod from Florence. “You spoke about a similar experience, my dear. May I ask where you woke up, and where you found our automated friend?” 049 looked at Ten, putting his hand on the back of their shoulder as he led them further into the shack.

Taking a quick look, Ten noted the cabin was mostly empty furniture-wise, although a bed hugged the left wall and a desk and chair were right next to it. They sat down on the couch in front of a fireplace on the right side of the cabin. “Uhm, I woke up on the floor… In front of the forest, next to the river, and next to a school- I found 079 in the school, already inside the arm thingy.” They explained as Florence sat with them while Dýo shut the door and leaned against a wall.

“ADDITIONAL INFORMATION. WE ARE IN A CITY NAMED SILVERLEAF.” 079 spoke, possibly assuming the other two would know where that is… Well, Ten also assumed the same thing, sort of; they always know something.

“Mhhh, yeah, never heard of that place.” Dýo crushed the duo’s hope.

A wave of silence washed over the cabin, all four anomalies thinking about what to say. “Well… We know we woke up in a totally random place. We have no memories of how we got here… We can say for sure we got kidnapped.” Ten added, trying to set certainty in this situation.

“Who’d gain anything putting us here? Besides, there are probably cameras all around watching us. I’m sure someone like Wondertainment would get a rise out of this-” Dýo started, but was quickly interrupted as a loud animalistic bellow shook the ground. Another wave of silence as everyone connected the dots. That roar was not of a random animal, but of a very specific lizard. “682.” The AI’s voice imitated a whisper, and Ten immediately felt a bolt of shock around their arm. “GET UP.”

“WOAH- OWH, WHAT- YOU CAN ELETROCUTE ME?” The 20-year-old shouted, quickly gaining a shush from the Plague Doctor. “GO. GO. GO. GO…” 079 kept repeating the same word, as Ten looked around for support from the two masked entities.

“You hear the AI, get outta’ here. And don’t bring Lizzy towards us, yeah?” 035 waved his hand around, shooing away Ten as Florence sighed but did nothing to help them. The brunette swallowed their protests as 079 kept chanting “GO” and lightly electrocuting them.

Quickly making their way out of the door, Ten started running east, towards their starting point. “OTHER WAY.” Okay, behind the cabin then, west. They could practically hear Dýo cackling through the rotten wooden walls.

“YOU MUST PRESENT ME FIRST. HE WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO NOT.” The robotic voice ordered, whilst the human kept sprinting through the forest, almost tripping on a few hundred branches and rocks, and getting spider-webs to the face.

daphnecae

psst... for those curious, 10K looks like this...

#scp oc

"They need a little enrichment" - Chapter 2

It doesn't take too long for a certain computer to find its other half. That's unfortunate for 10K, who's really afraid of 682. This is just a sideline story of a MAIN STORY I'm writing called SCP: Inside The Database! It's basically a huge book about SCP-10K, and how they got to the Foundation, and blablabla. This isn't canon for SCP ITD, but the relationships are pretty similar! I'll release the first 4 chapters of ITD in a bit, but I do hope you guys can give it a read :) It's a project I've been working on for a year now, and I really would love to share it with the world! I focused a bit more on fleshing out Ten's story here for you guys, mostly so you could understand them, which I probs should've done in Chapter 1 :cry: Anywho, let me know if you guys want 682 and 079 making out in sloppy style someday. /hj Word Count: 1601 Chapter 1, Chapter 2 [YOU ARE HERE], ...

A frenzied beat echoed through the forest floor as Ten ran as fast as they possibly could, their heart thundering against their chest from adrenaline and fear.

682, or as Ten truly knew him, Atanti, was an extremely dangerous entity. They once knew him as a fictional character, just like they did everyone else. Back then, Ten was practically raised by these monsters, discovering them at a young age, and idolizing them for a decade. Nowadays, that doesn’t matter anymore.

Sure, one could argue Ten has outrun the lizard two times; once during Site-NOVAs - the biggest Site in history, a mixture between Site-19, Site-17, and a few other Sites after the former's destruction. - first-ever breach, and the other when the Nälkä released a 610 hivemind during a raid. Although despite both encounters, the olive-skinned human won due to their time-reversal ability, not luck, skill, or strength.

They know they’ll survive, but they’re also scared shitless. Ten isn’t sure they’re immortal; they only know the gods love them for some reason.

Shaking their head, the temporal entity keeps running towards their doom- 079 is their friend, after all, and Ten understands he barely gets to see 682, like, ever.

Loud bellowing, trees and buildings being destroyed, and a yelling man can be heard; the noise only increasing the closer Ten got. That last part greatly confused the human, yet they couldn’t concentrate on their thoughts as a mosquito threatened to enter their mouth.

A huge clearing greeted Ten and 079, as the former leaned on a tree to gain their breath, and the latter observed the scene in front of them: in the back was a space observatory with smaller rectangular buildings surrounding it; in the middle was the river, and in front of it were two wrathful beings fighting each other relentlessly.

“SCP-076-2.” The computer, er, arm-gear, announced. 079’s voice, despite being robotic, felt somehow shaky; this caught 10k’s attention quite fast, who almost broke their neck looking up to check for themselves.

Have these two ever personally met Able? No. Do they know who he is? Yes. Are they scared of him? Yes. Is 079 going to force Ten to run into the battlefield? Probably.

Silence possessed both entities as they watched Atanti and Able clash; the reptile strangely, seemingly trying to keep the man away from the space observatory, taking a more defensive stance whilst 076 dug his swords into 682’s scaly skin. “Do we, like… Wait for them to finish?” 10 000 spoke up, wide-eyed as they viewed a battle they thought was possible only in fiction.

“…” The AI pondered for a moment before replying. “AFFIRMATIVE. YOU WILL NOT BE OF ASSISTANCE HERE.” Ten accidentally scoffed, “Neither will you.” They retorted, speaking before thinking.

If 079 heard it, he made no effort to argue- instead, paying attention to 682 biting Able’s right arm off; The human, in return, ripped one of the beasts eye out with his left hand. Ten started bouncing slightly subconsciously, the fight exciting them more than it should.

The two blood-thirsty beings spilled each other's gore before Able’s body suddenly went flying to the very, very far away mountain on the east. A quick fight, but slightly expected as Atanti was in an open space and not being shot at by MTF. Ten let out a breath they had been repressing whilst 079’s silence somehow mirrored the same energy of relief.

A small electric shock signaled Ten to run towards 682, making them question if 079 somehow pavlocked them in under a day.

“GREETINGS PROTOCAL 682-CUSTOMIZED: 682, I AM 560 METERS TO YOUR SOUTH; I AM ACCOMPANIED BY SCP-10.000. I REQUEST YOU DO NOT HARM THEM.” The AI proclaimed as Ten quickly increased his volume through the arm-gear scroll whilst running full speed to their probable death.

Multiple split golden eyes immediately turned to look at the moving figure; judging by Atanti’s impeccable eyesight, he’s probably already noticed 079’s current form. That’s good, at least for Ten, who’ll be spared from very sharp teeth.

After two minutes of running, 682 waiting like an actual princess instead of approaching (lazy dick), and 079 telling them to go faster, Ten finally arrived in front of the leviathan. Sweating insanely, the human raised their right arm to let the AI speak whilst they recuperated their breath.

“WE SAW YOUR DISPUTE WITH 076. INQUIRY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” 079 asked, dropping all formality as Atanti inclined his head and leaned closer, his eyes softening whilst Ten was too busy trying to breathe correctly to notice. “…I am.”

“GOOD. WE ARE IN A SIMILAR SITUATION.” With few words, these two anomalies could understand each other better than anyone else. The brown-eyed human finally stabilized and joined the conversation, immediately causing 682 to sharpen his expression once more.

“…Your insufferable sister is inside there.” 682 spoke up, slightly directing his head to the space observatory behind him. Ten shoved their hair away from their face, nodding rapidly and very clearly trembling. Pausing, they stared at Atanti in confusion, “Sister? I don’t have- Oh, you mean Abby.” The time bender deadpanned before lighting up again after realizing 053 is here, then remembering that’s a bad thing.

“…Follow me.” Not needing convincing, Ten trailed 682 as his form morphed into the size of a car, maintaining his main appearance- most likely so he could actually fit through the doors.

079 muttered something, not loud enough for Ten to hear, but Atanti’s super-hearing caught it, and he paused his steps for a millisecond; it was evident whatever that was was personal. “…Likewise.”

That was gay as hell, thought Ten.

Continuing their walk, the trio passed a few of the buildings that were destroyed during the battle; some by Able’s body, others by 682’s tail. After 4 minutes, they reached a large white door, which matched the rest of the space observatory. Saving them the pain of searching for the young girl, Ten spotted Abigail’s small figure behind the open door, staring at two of her favorite people with wide eyes.

She started running at them, yelling welcomes whilst waving her hand excitedly. A warm smile spread across Ten’s tan face, glad that 053 was safe and sound. Taking a quick peek at 682, the teenager wasn’t fully surprised to see the reptile's eyes soften- he may pretend to dislike her, but the truth is louder than words.

“MISS TEN! MR LIZZY! EVERYONE’S HERE!” The young girl lunged forward, hugging Atantis' snout, before jumping onto Ten’s arms. “Not just us, but ‘Lizzy’s’ very close, personal friend too!” 682 growled at the older human’s use of his unwanted nickname, yet let it slide for now.

“Huh? Mr Lizzy has a friend?” Abby looked up at Ten, her hair in messy pigtails, covered in colorful accessories. “AFFIRMATIVE. GREETING-” A squeal interrupted 079 momentarily. “PROTOCOL 053-A: HELLO CHILD, I AM SCP-079. I AM PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE. 682 HAS SPOKEN MUCH ABOUT YOU.” Abby immediately grabbed Ten’s right arm, smiling brightly at the screen.

Never once has 079 treated Ten that nicely, but Ten supposed they could push away their thoughts as they observed 053 and Mekhane’s fragment engage in conversation; a duo nobody knew they needed, but were finally graced with. Looking up, Ten accidentally met 682’s main eyes, who maintained his scrutiny whilst his other eyes watched the other two.

The 5’3’’ human almost paled in fear, but had no option other than to continue staring. They knew Atanti knew something, or maybe just sensed it- whatever the case may be, Ten had a feeling that maybe he knew more about them than they did themselves.

Both kept staring at each other; 682 analyzing something about the human, whilst said human tried to discover what the reptile was thinking. “Yeah, it’s so weird; they always do this when we’re together, too!” 053 interrupted the staring contest, as 079 agreed with her observation.

“Sorry, chat.” Ten impulsively spoke, side-eyeing 682 again for a second. The ancient beast didn’t bother to reply to anyone before walking inside the building. Abby yelled out for him to wait for her, trailing the lizard as the original duo stood outside.

“INQUIRY: WHY ARE YOU NOT FOLLOWING THEM?” 079 asked, most likely as an indirect way to tell Ten to hurry up. Instead, the human turned around, looking at the sunset that was slightly hidden behind broken buildings, trees, and a mountain. Fiery orange, golden yellow, and deep red covered both entities as Ten lifted their arm for the AI to watch too.

Silence eased the once-tense air as the temporal anomaly used their free hand to hold their hidden dog tag beneath their tank top. “It’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen one of these.” They muttered, watching something that was once so normal, but now impossible.

“…I’VE NEVER EXPERIENCED THIS BEFORE.” 079 confessed, losing his mean remarks for the moment. The AI quietly observed as tears fell down Ten’s face. Something he was used to seeing during humans panicking suddenly became melancholic. “My dad would bring me out to watch them with him… Never saw what was so cool about them until now.” Ten wiped their tears with their free arm, chuckling for no apparent reason.

“Sorry.” The human muttered, awkwardly shuffling around before walking into the observatory.

For the first time in its life, 079 felt sympathy for a human.

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"They need a little enrichment" - SCP Foundation Characters Study

Ringing.

Loud, blasting ringing.

A headache crept up to their skull as they fumbled their fingers around their bed- no, leaves?

Ten wasn’t supposed to feel leaves, or grass, or dirt. They were supposed to feel a soft blanket under their hand.

“079?” They questioned back, slowly reaching for the handle, while they could practically hear Andrea Adams telling them not to.

“Must you follow me everywhere I go?” A familiar voice echoed from inside.

“Doc, YOU walked into MY shed. I didn’t even know you were here.” That voice also wasn’t new…

“Oh, truly? Am I at fault now? Is this how this conversation will go?” There’s absolutely no way these two are still arguing in a situation like this, Ten thought.

“Mhhh, yeah, never heard of that place.” Dýo crushed the duo’s hope.

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seyph

Some old scp tarot cards :

I found them in one of my folders and I still love them

lithicflakes

am i allowed to say that your human au 106 is sooooo hot like wow i love him so much. i genuinely love your design for him, i love his stupid fucked up posture and i love the dark circles around his eyes and i love his scraggly facial hair and i love his arm hair and i love the nose shape you gave him i just love him so so much i want to bite him and shake him around like a dog toy. okay bye hope you have a good day.

world's least obvious shameless fan service

lithicflakes

second guy to receive a room, we have gramps and his dingy, eerily-empty space with 3 things on the wall and a bunch of bottles.

+ a speedpaint, which i don't usually do, but i knew it was gonna be a long drawing. I regret not recording my Reba room

lithicflakes

When you have the time, think u could cook up a human design for SCP 1471/MaL0?

This doodle isn't her final design probably, just a little test run. (I'm always a little fucky with the first time drawing a character)

I opted to keep her a bit more scrappy, and I definitely could push the design more. Her name is still the same, a human could be named Malo. She probably works at a tech repair shop, or a tech sales shop (possibly alongside 079... hmmmm...) Outside of work, she stalks, harasses, and doxxes people she hates online for shits and giggles. When she's not living in a screen, she's eerily wandering the woods. She's a wolf girl at heart, probably grew up reading Warrior Cats and WOF as well, and owns several wolf-themed items (shirts, plushes, jewelry...)

She needs more development still but she's got the bare bones

lithicflakes

r…reba in thigh-highs…pretty pls…

They like to dress up funky style

fishxorals

MERI ANF IRIS GOT MARRIED

I POST MARRAGUE CUTSCENE AFTER YAYYY EVERYONE CLAP

lithicflakes

I know that you've done the others in mlp onesies so...... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO REX AS SOMBRA I WILL PAY MY SOUL, MY LEFT LUNG, AND MY DOGS TAIL PLEAAAAA-

I keep changing his design ever so slightly every time i draw him

lithicflakes

jank little expression studies for conk crete baby

lithicflakes

They put chemicals in the water that turn the scps trans

lithicflakes

I genuinely love Iver SOO much 🥹

He reminds me so much of the moon and gives off so much of cozyness vibes PLEASE He's so cuuuttteee🥹💗💗💗

I'm glad you like the critter <33 I've been neglecting him a bit so i drew him all fancy

lithicflakes

Based on my last post

lithicflakes

corrosivetears anyone?

lithicflakes

A little thang i've been working on in my spare time. Might do more for the other SCPs as well This is the first time I've done a room drawing like this

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