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Welcome to my blog! It's a bit messy rn, don't mind all the WIPs.

To be clear, this blog tells a non-linear narrative, meaning that the time that the parts are posted don't correlate with their place in the narrative. Contents page is here!

Below are some Tales I recommend that you read for context before continuing, as some of the events in the story here are based on these or are heavily inspired.

Consequences and Collarbones SCP-049-D SCP-173-D

Disclaimer: This story is Canon Divergent in the sense that it contains characters, the portrayal of characters and events that are not fully true to the wiki. It also touches on some sensitive topics, so be aware that this story contains:

-Medical malpractice

-Physical, emotional and psychological abuse

-Human experimentation

-HEAVILY grey morals

-Implications of SA and sexual coercion

-Abuse of authority

-Depictions of misoginy, ableism, and homophobia

-And other possible triggers

#scp au #aftermath #shattered freedom #intro post

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I love him I love him so much he's my baby and I love him so much

Hey all! I’m going on a hiatus for a while due to personal reasons. Pls don’t be too sad, I’m not gone forever!

Hiatus will probably last a year, till next May. This is due to a lot of different reasons, mainly burnout and mental health problems.

In the meantime, if you’re hankering for content, check out these two lovely people who I’ve been lucky enough to work with and be friends with! Both of them have some pretty awesome projects that they’re working on, and it would mean the world if you all showed them some support while I’m away.

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#hiatus #life update #important

Character Profile; “Blanc”

Appearances: It never stopes changing. Idk what to tell you. Just imagine a random person. And then when you blink, they look completely different other than clothes.

Gender Identity: Masc-leaning Non-binary (I may sometimes refer to them as male, PLS lmk when I do that so I can fix it.)

Pronouns: They/Them (because I am dumb, may sometimes be referred to as a he/him.)

Spoken Languages: Brazilian Portuguese (Native-Speaking), English (Decent)

#scp #scp au #scp oc #guys pls yell at me to add this to the contents page later

The smell of blood and burnt flesh was flooding Blanc’s nostrils, their open wounds forgotten as they scrambled forward, their hands grasping at just about anything for leverage. Not far behind, the pack of monsters thundered with a cacophony of pained howls and snarls, caused by what Blanc could only assume was a few being fried by the tesla gate. The old computer, CODEX, had been right about that at least. But how much longer could he keep the wall of electricity up? Blanc wasn’t going to stick around and find out.

Their heart pounded in their ears, drowning out any other sound as they wrenched themselves forward, every step feeling a little heavier than the last. After one last, shaky step, they slumped against the cold concrete wall, their breathing shaky as they went limp.

Blanc was woken by something he hadn’t for a long time; a gentle breeze blowing against their skin. They wince at the sting of the air on their bare wounds, still sluggish as they turned over to get a better look at the mauling the monsters had done to their leg. It had healed a tiny bit overnight, their leg practically covered in dried blood, but none fresh. They hissed through gritted teeth at the sight of just how deep the Pack’s teeth had torn. Blanc could swear that they could almost see bone, and there was hardly any feeling in the leg other than the utter agony at the site of the attack. But they couldn’t just stay down there forever, while the monsters seemed to have retreated for now, who knows for sure that they wouldn’t come back? They had to move, fast.

They bit down on their tongue as they pulled themselves to their feet, putting as much weight as possible on the undamaged leg. They could almost hear the words of the ‘angel’ that brought them down there in the first place, like it was taunting him in that warbled voice. ‘All you must do now, is make it to the surface.’

What the damn thing failed to mention was that Blanc was hundreds of meters beneath surface level, little over 50 floors of the hellish and derelict place that felt like it came straight out of a dystopian sci-fi novel.

Blanc squinted their eyes as they limped over the last of the rubble, the ribbons of sunlight feeling blindingly bright after weeks in near-complete darkness. The feeling of the damp, warm breeze was delightful compared to the stuffy and stale air of the site. They almost tripped over their own feet at the sudden change in atmosphere, the dark and oppressive halls replaced by lush forest towered over by massive trees .They let out a shaky breath, a weak smile creeping up on them. It was over.

“Not quite, my child. There is still more that you must do.”

Damn it.

#just posting old works at this point lol #scp #scp au #scp oc #aftermath #I know it sucks #new character unlocked

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I SWEAR I'M NOT DEAD!

Just... a LOT is going on.

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Still not dead, just VERY busy

Daily mantra: I am so sillycoded. I am so comfycoded. I am so eepycoded.

I SWEAR I'M NOT DEAD!

Just... a LOT is going on.

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Another dream recreation from like a year ago

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this is canon btw

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Homophobic grandparents bought me two sketchbooks and the first thing I'm using it for is Yuri art

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My dog says do it

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I love your dog

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She makes this face every time I don’t give her treats

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Homophobic grandparents bought me two sketchbooks and the first thing I'm using it for is Yuri art

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My dog says do it

Into The Lion’s Den (Part Two)

Within an instant, all three of the man’s eyes were on Farren’s face. This could be dangerous unless played carefully. The bald man faux-coughed, “Let it be known that we mean you and your child no harm, Mister Clef.” The blonde practically spat, the hand clutching his glass trembling with barely-contained fury. “Then what? The hell do you mean then?” Farren nodded, plucking a small photograph from a hidden pocket in his jacket before silently passing it to Alto. It showed, albeit blurry and far away, an antlered brunette crouched beside a large-leafed plant, seemingly tending to it. “…That’s her?”

“Yes. I assume you have many questions.”

The man’s voice was strangely soft, almost yearning as he clutched the photo in his chunky hand. “I- I haven’t…” He stopped himself with a heavy exhale. “What is she like?”

Farren gently inclined his head, looking at the photograph as well. “We don’t know much for sure, but she seems like a good soul, Mr Clef. Selfless, compassionate, and above all else kind.”

Alto let out a dry chuckle at that, the heaviness in his eyes betraying the man’s facade. “So, the opposite of me.”

“Only if you say so.” Farren tilted his bald head tentatively, his voice coming out as a low murmur beneath his moustache.

Clef set down his drink, the glass clinking softly as he turned to face the other man. “What does she look like? This photo isn’t exactly clear.”

“Well, she’s brunette, as you can see in the picture. Pale skin, slight features. But I daresay she has your eyes.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. One eye, I think, is green with a slice of hazel or brown, and the other is blue.”

“Good to hear she inherited something from me at least.”

“What, not on good terms with the missus?”

Alto’s voice went flat and cold. “Don’t. Just don’t. Don’t bring that up.”

After a deep sigh, Alto took another swig of his drink and asked, “So, by ‘joining’ you, what does that actually mean?”

Farren nodded curtly. “For now, it doesn’t mean much. While we’ve located the escapees, it’s too dangerous to approach them.”

“… What do you mean dangerous?”

“The brothers alone pose a massive threat. The younger still seems to hold some of his prior volatility, while the older one risks exposing our operations to the rest of them.”

“073 and 076?”

“Yes, I suppose that is what you call them. There’s also the mask. He seems benign for now, but given his history, it’s safe to assume the worst if he catches wind of us.”

“… You’re kidding, right? Please tell me my daughter isn’t around that psycho.”

Farren shifted slightly in his seat. “Unfortunately. As well as the lizard. He’s the most dangerous of all.”

Alto blanked out at that, staring straight at the wall for a few good seconds before standing up.

“Where are you going?”

“To throw up. And probably break something.”