Child Lords!
They were definitely not easy to raise

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Child Lords!
They were definitely not easy to raise
when i got my hands on Mr hoods route i adored him ♥️ he's so dreamy hanging that weird creature while we sleep . and also he kinda reminds me of the piss king cus ye know... them wearing hoodies ... cloaks even... and they have nothing underneath. and i also recently had been at a theater with mama 💜 (i slept through the play shit was boring)
Okay so I recently decided to check out SCP's 701 & 2264 after seeing them pop up on my daily internet browsing. ( and parsley because of the potential side Cannon of them relating to 035 since that one's one of my favorites, also because I also really like the aesthetic of the Carnival of Venice)
Anyway I decided to draw 701-1 or 2264-4 or the Ambassador of Alagadda.
And I will admit this isn't the best picture I've drawn but that tends to happen when I draw something for the first time and I'm sure I will get better if I practice drawing the more and hopefully get to the point where I'll be pleased with the results and I hope others will be pleased with them too.
Undercut the sketch and random doodle.
Not stopping the Alagadda posting.
This is probably really weird, but would you ever consider writing for Scp-701-1? I've been feeling really down lately and I kind of wanted to request a maybe a few headcanons for what it would be like being with him? 😅❤ If you'd prefer not to write them though that's completely fine! 😊
I had a lot of difficulty with this one. Hopefully this is still okay!
SCP-701-1/SCP Reader
The King in Yellow was said to have inspired the Tragedy of the Hanged King. Not that you would know, really, what with being dead. But dead wasn’t really the right word either, when you’d never been alive. At the very least, you were in good company.
It went something like this:
•Curtains rise. House lights go on. The audience claps, and you stand off to the side, smiling, court jester all in yellow.
•The play progresses. 701-1 is in shadow, while you stand in the sun. You’d once bet all your heart’s treasures in a game similar to this; you’d played, and he’d won.
•It goes on. Act III, you act surprised as Gonzalo orders Sortino prepared into a stew: oh poor, foolish fool. The audience murmurs sadly at the scene, and you are chased away. There can be no witnesses.
•There is something wrong. There is always something wrong. The play goes on, Act V, and you know you are to die. You are the fool, after all, you are always meant to die! And that is what never happens. The script diverges (it always does) and you are spared. 701-1 stands at the center of the stage, in front of Gonzalo’s throne. You stand beside.
•The noose’s come down. The cast falls (and falls and snap, stops) silent. The curtains lower just in time for you and 701-1 to bow.
•As always, it is a lovely performance.