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[scarlet-king-husband]

This is a rather long speech about SCP larpers. If you don't feel like reading it, skip it. I'm doing this because they're really pissing me off.

They're pissing me off for three main reasons, which I'll list now.

The first reason is simply their number. I'm not kidding, there are tons of them. I'm sure over half the fandom is. Furthermore, at least a quarter of them haven't even opened the wiki once in their lives.

The second reason is victimization. As soon as you point out that you have to consume a work to be considered a fan, they accuse you of gatekeeping. They also make up things like that since the wiki doesn't have a canon (actually, this concept is wrong and more complicated than that), having read even one article automatically makes you a fan, even if you're quoting stories, articles, or canons you've never read. Or even "SCP fans think if you don't know all the SCP then you're a larper" when you simply asked them for 5. They also claim that the fandom is against those who favor popular SCP. This is completely false, since most fans favor the usual or at least very popular ones.

The third reason is that I don't understand the reason. Why pretend to be a fan of a work you don't like? If you don't like reading the stories or articles, why do it? I don't justify larping for a famous manga that's popular at a given moment, for example, but at least I understand why someone does it. But not in this case.

[g00db0yy]

Being Trans is my every waking thought at this point and it’s terrible. I feel like I’m going crazy, and sometimes I act crazy. I’m so mad inside and I know testosterone would help me. i know being a man would help me. I hate my face, and my chest, and my voice, and my height, and how the muscle in my arms doesn’t show enough. I hate how I actually have just the literal smallest bit of facial hair above my lip but I can’t have a full mustache. I hate that I don’t have an Adam’s apple, and that I can’t have a dick. I hate the smallest things about myself that make me different from a man, and I just can’t stop thinking about any of them. I just wanna feel okay for a little while.

[maxawaymax]

I hate how despite trying to feel masculine, Ill always act feminine, it makes me sick to the point I want to stab my stomach open and tear my guts out

[maxawaymax]

Nephilim, they we're called.

WARNING, this story includes:

Religious aspects, this chapter is based off the book of Enoch.

Other then that, enjoy !!

CHAPTER 1. Beginning.

The children of the fallen angels, with women whom we're born of sin.

But, what if I were to tell you, a certain being was born, a personification. The very beings that watch over various nations, replacements of those who have fallen.

And that? Brings us here.

The young girl, Shaima, was her name. Was the only child born ' normal ' , or so they say. She was anything but normal. She was immortal, a being born of sin and lust.

Iraq, the first ever personification to walk the earth.

" Mom , what is for supper? "

The young girl would ask, grin widening as she rested her head against her palms, innocence yet filled with purity in her gaze. A purity not yet tainted by the cruel world.

" Bread with cut up vegetables. Go and fetch your brothers for me, will you? " the mother would say, her tone filled with warmth, yet something lingered underneath it, something sinister.

The young girl nodded her head frantically, rushing out to go fetch her elder brothers.

She never understood why her brothers had grown taller then she had, along with their appetites improving. It made no sense to the poor girl at all, maybe they we're just growing? She wondered. Oh, how wrong she was.

" Hey!!! Mother is making supper, come and hurry!! "

She would wave frantically, grin plastered on her lips before she hurriedly rushed inside the small hut.

All that, felt like a mere dream that was long lost, a mere illusion created for comfort.

And now, here she stood. Iraq, was her new name. She stood beyond the Euphrates rivers, screams and echoes of the fallen lingered in her mind.

"How long shall they be chained for? "

She would ask the being beside her, the angel known as ' Gabriel ' . Her eyesight was beyond capable of seeing him, all she could see was the faint - white glow that could cast even the strongest of demons away.

" Untill the end of days — "

" So, judgement day? "

She would interrupt his speech, squinting her eyes to attempt to even get a glimpse of the being of light, only succeeding in seeing his robes and wings.

...

" Yes. "

Silence enveloped the air, a palpable silence, one filled with something disturbing.

END.

(AAAAAAA OKAYAYAYAAYA chpt 2 will come out when I say it does 😡)

[maxawaymax]

PROLOGUE, BEGINNING.

Life was sacred, they say.

Though, how would life be sacred if it was eternal?

God made man, and made women to accompany them. The women, ever so foolishly, had eaten the forbidden fruit, and not long after, had convinced the man to join her in the turmoil of freewill.

Ever since that day — the fall of the garden of Eden, the rising of sin, the duplication of humanity.

Brings us here.

Author's note : Hello !! Please note this heavily contains religion, trauma, and a glimpse of gore ( if you squint hard enough)

Anywhoo.... Enjoy!

[kykuryz]

cough

[maxawaymax]

This is amazing...... 😅😅

[maxawaymax]

Are you gay

Yes and im happily dating a woman,so that makes me lesbain😭😭

[princeof-crows]

watching the mandela catalogue with my friends and decided to make this

[maxawaymax]

I wanted to show off my new home screen!! Lowkey kinda disappointed in it, but i over all don't mind!!