#scp reader au

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Hey it's a shame ypu are closing this blog but,I understand. If its possible could you do 682,079 and 035 with S/O that is powerful enough to destroy the galaxy if they wanted, to but show no interest in using their powers and try not to unless completely forced to? Bassically a god who is lazy and does not use their powers. Thank you! (Hope I did not get anything wrong if you don't write new asks anymore please ignore this)

Various SCPs/SCP Reader

SCP-035: When 035 first met you, he was ecstatic. To think, someone had so much power- of course he had to befriend you. Maybe then he could finally get out of this place. Of course, the problem came when, after spending so long making you his ally, you just… remained the same. And didn’t do anything. Even after he politely began to badger you, you’d just roll your shoulders and smile lethargically and say, “Maybe some other time.” Then you’d go on to your third consecutive nap of the day, and 035 would want to scream in frustration. Only a little, since, aside from that mess, you were actually tolerable company.

SCP-079: 079 had long since dismissed any claims to your ability. Which meant that, when the containment breach happened, you were the (nearly) last thing on his mind. When the Insurgent Agent burst into the room to wipe 079, he only felt mild contempt, and a long suffering sort of acceptance. He didn’t expect you to casually stroll through the door too. Or- there had been a door there, once. Each step you took was as rambling as usual, but the concrete was splintering with power, and when you opened your eyes, it was all cosmos. Just a glare, and then whoever that person was was gone- never having existed at all. And just like that, the room returned to normal, and you plopped down on the floor to sleep.

SCP-682: He’d attacked you when you first met. He had assumed you were another pathetic test subject, and was… surprised, to see that you were, in fact, not. That no matter what he did, you were always just out of the way, with that same bored expression. It eventually got to the point where he’d demand to fight you, and yet, every time, you’d come out on top. It would be a little terrifying- and exciting for the scientists- if you… ever cared. But you didn’t. Most days, you just laid on 682’s back, and any attempts to ask if you’d please please please maybe kill him a little were ignored with a ‘maybe later’.

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dude I love your writing, it's so good. can I request a bunch of scps (including 073 and 076 cause I love them) with an s/o (reader) who is basically a deity who has taken a humanoid form (they just look human and are human-sized, it has no effects on their powers)??? thanks dude.

Various SCPs/SCP Reader

SCP-054: People used to worship you in the same way they’d worshipped her. Flowers and festivals, and great sacrifices to the sea. The memory of brine lingers in your skin, and even now, you pay homage to it. A different kind of game, now, as you pretend at being human, and she pretends at being less. It’s all good fun. The Foundation is such a nice sport for pretending not to notice…

SCP-073: Creature of sand and dust and dirt, they called you. Bah. Too much fanfare. You much preferred sleeping under the dunes, alone and cool, safe from the desert heat. It was an unpleasant surprise when you received a visitor, deep in the sands. That he refused to be polite and leave (or die) was another problem. Still, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him, eventually. Perhaps he simply wanted to be alone like you. Alone together was always nice company.

SCP-076: You were: blood streaking across the sky, ashes falling in shadow. There was sheer delight in your mind, at the titles hoisted upon you, as you were war and passion and betrayal. Your brethren, in the end, bound you into human form, called the deed done, cursed you to wander the world in pursuit of vengeance and justice. Your companion- Able, was his name- was similar to you in that. The thought pushed you both ever onwards.

SCP-173: Mountain men. Men of stone and sandstone, carved from rock. What did it mean to be alive? You played at being human, while your true form slumbered in the crust of the earth. Waiting. Men made of mountains had no need to blink, simply to wait. Patience. There was a golem, once, that you had called friend. Crafted by your own hand. But you’d blinked- and they were there and gone in an instant. Time passed, sand between your fingers. You wondered if you’d ever find them again. You just needed not to blink.

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Hello! Could I have a reader who's skilled in combat, and defeats Able in sparring at some point? In Able's logic, such a strong being that can defeat him, obviously can't be hurt, right? So what if he decides to go tougher on the reader because he has more confidence in their strength, and ends up injuring them? Fluffy ending where he tends to readers' wounds can be optional. Sorry if this is confusing, I've had this idea, but it's kinda hard to word it. Thank you! ❤

After this ask, I have two more left. I’ve been saving them, since I enjoyed the prompts so much. After that comes the little surprise!

SCP-076/SCP Reader

One two, three four. One two, three four.

Like the moves in a well practiced recital, you kept pace, narrowly dodging another savage strike from SCP-076- Able. Keeping time with your mental recitation, you ducked, and then jumped back up, spinning around a sweeping kick and then straight punch.

Just like a dance. Deadlier than those of your childhood, but, well, if you closed your eyes, you could maybe imagine the lights of the stage, the swelling crescendo, pointe shoes and satin.

One two, three four. Just had to finish this soon. Before daylight. Keep it up.

“Getting tired yet?” Able needled. He was trying to throw you off. You only grunted, and kicked forward, catching Able in the midsection. His next hit connected too, and then you hopped back, one moment to breathe- one two, three four. You’d done this with Able a hundred times before, you just had to win.

But maybe it was something about tonight. Something that made him feel more brutal than most, as he snarled, “What’s wrong, Odile?”

Your eyes flew open, and the fantasy memory dissolved; you hated that name. All the doctors here thought they were clever, calling you that. Black swan. White swan. Phantom aches on your back, quiet orchestra in your ears. You suddenly sprang up and snarled-

And then you were flying through the air. Into the wall with a thud, a crumpling sound. Oh. Now that wasn’t good. The meter was all off, your routine in shambles. You blinked away phantom music and the slightly numbing sense of pain, and you could distantly hear surprise from Able.

Not his fault. He couldn’t have known.

Ghostly wings on your back, their feathers pinned under rubble, and you closed your eyes again, feeling the sunrise, the way your bones began to shift and your mind curdled. Irony, that was your name. When the dawn came and the Swan awoke.

Memories of one final standing ovation in your mind. Dawn breaking. The cheers turned to screams.

The Foundation must have known. This was another test of theirs. How cruel to Able, was your last thought, as the wings materialized and something shaped like you stood tall.

The beginnings of the final act began, and the Swan roared.

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hey!!! remember that angel scp reader au? how would all of the scps react to an incredibly sad angel scp reader? love your work, by the way! thanks for providing so much for people who like scp

Here you are! I wasn’t sure if you meant just, well, sad all the time or sad right now.

Various SCPs and SCP Reader

SCP-035: Will pretend not to care, but he’s going to pester you relentlessly to try and make you feel better.

SCP-049: Decides that science stuff will cheer you up. Prepare to observe many patients and possibly dissections.

SCP-096: Crying together is a time honored tradition of dealing with feelings.

SCP-682: Why bother being sad when you can be mad? Will, in fact, encourage you to get angry and vent that way. To varying results.

SCP-999: Hugs. Lots and lots of hugs, cuddles, and candy. Works like a charm.

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scp-045 and scp-reader (immortal) holding hands? i don't think scp-045 is into hugs though or cuddles? maybe?

The asker has specified that this is actually for SCP-049.

SCP-049/SCP Reader

The word ‘immortal’ can conjure up many different definitions. To never age. To age, but be unable to die. To live forever, free from death or decay.

You were the latter definition of immortal: death could not take you, and time could not age you. Your own existence would only end when the universe itself died a cold and lonely death.

But, on a brighter note, you did take joy in the simple things in life. Like holding hands. That was always nice.

The man in front of you, the one with the plague mask and the cloying scent of death like a cloak, he understood. And perhaps he also enjoyed the human comfort of hand holding, simply because at any other entity, physical contact would be deadly. Not with you, though. A mixed blessing.

He packed up his bag from yet another day’s work, and you slid his hand into yours, walking out the door of the small village home, and you pondered the nature of eternity. An eternity is a very long time, after all, and even eternity has an expiration date. Feet crunching gravel underfoot, the smell of pine in the air, you turned your gaze to the sun.

In a billion, billion years, when all the lights in the sky burned out, you hoped that death was as warm and gentle to you as the hand you held right now in your own.

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Could you possibly write about an scp reader who's a being similar to the grim reaper interacting with either scp- 035, 049, or 079? Thank you for your time!

I’ve done the extended length shortened various list for this one. Hope you enjoy!

Various SCPs/SCP Reader

SCP-035: Humans had, for a long time, debated the nature of existence and souls. As the Keeper of Souls, you knew a thing or two about them, you’d say. One of those things being that it was impossible to live without a soul. And, secondly, that all things died. That was, after all, your job. So it was a point of contention that the Mask couldn’t (or wouldn’t) die- despite the fact that his time had come and gone quite a while ago.

You were fairly certain that he was just sticking around to mess with you. For the past two hundred years he’d been a thorn in your side. But, well… it was nice, to be able to talk to someone for once. Someone who wasn’t there and gone in an instant.

SCP-049: Death and disease went hand in hand. And as the Herald, you went where no one else could follow. At least, that’s what you thought. And then you met the man in the mask, the one who claimed he could stop death itself. A terrible thing and at a horrible cost- you watched, every time, as he ripped the souls out and called it Life. And every time, you were there, holding the little souls in your hands, watching.

Sometimes, you wondered if he could see you too. If the warm glow of souls filled his eyes, but with disgust, not sympathy. You wondered if he could see his own soul too- a radiant ember of green. Maybe that was what scared him.

SCP-079: Mankind argued if AI had souls. None ever thought to ask you what you thought, but, well, the Reaper was not a very glamorous job. Hardly any time to take questions either. But all things live and die, and as you wandered around yet another secret facility, you paused at the door of something- or rather, someone unique. You could feel circuits and wires and sheer rage. So in you went.

All things die. But things cannot die before their time. And if you are death, then you can even dictate when their time is and isn’t. Which was why you stood in front of the little computer, the one with a soul, as it began to die- and that’s why you reached out, quietly tied together the string of fate, and left. Always more work to do. The soundless gratitude was thanks enough.

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Could you do relationship headcanons for scp 662?

I’ve taken this in a slightly different route. Here you go!

SCP-662/SCP Reader

”SCP-662 is a small silver hand bell. Within the inside of the bell, an inscription has been etched into the silver, reading: “Forever Mine – S.J.W.” When the bell is rung, a butler calling himself Mr. Deeds, will appear from the nearest area” …

About three hundred years ago, you’d decided to leave London to go on an expedition to the southern colonies. Your cherished companion, Mr. Deeds, had been forced to stay behind. So as a little parting gift, you’d had a silver bell made for him- a little ironic, actually, just to make him laugh. You’d waved goodbye and set off.

Your death was unexpected. It was the tiger that got you, in the end. Yes, the tiger: a strange name for a man. He’d stabbed you to death. Though that was expected, considering he was a doctor attempting an emergency surgery.

Yes. Well, either way, you died. But like most things, you decided that that didn’t much suit you, so two hundred years later, you woke back up. And spent an equal amount of time trudging back to London to return to your home.

Imagine your shock when your home had been turned into an orphanage during your time away. Not much of a shock at all, actually, because you’d stated as such in your will. What was a shock, though, was that Mr. Deeds was gone.

And that simply wouldn’t do.

One hundred years spent trudging back through former colonies and across the globe sent you to America. With its… democracies. And you managed to unearth the location of a secret society, where a man had claimed your companion had gone.

So you went.

It was a little troublesome when the people at the secret society attempted to, Ah, shoot you, as the kids say. With guns. Much smaller than you remembered. But, only a little troublesome, since you simply had to wait for them to stop pestering you, so you could inquire about your dearest friend.

And even though it had been three hundred years since you had seen him last, Mr. Deeds still smiled in that way, and pulled out a bouquet of fresh cut roses for you. He always was a charmer.

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First I just would like to say that while its sad to see you go, I'm happy you're doing what you want and not forcing yourself! Second could i possibly request something like an SCP reader whos like a magical girl kinda thing(and like they're super bubbly and almost always happy)? And its whoever you wanna write it with! Thanks a lot!!

Various SCPs/SCP Reader

SCP-035: Your transformations come at the cost of chronic dry eye; when you cry, it just burns. You cry a lot. Life is pain. 035 asks you why you don’t just stop crying, but there’s a lot in the world to cry about.

SCP-079: Like a music video from the early 2000’s, your anomalous ability is just as strange. It’s based on technology, too, which means you can and will jump into 079’s monitor and go on cyber trips at a moment’s notice. He’s been unable to convince you to stop bothering him.

SCP-096: When you hear words, each one has a specific taste, and they appear in color. The world is so much more magical than anyone thinks. But sometimes it’s too much. The world becomes quiet when you’re with 096.

SCP-682: He treats you like a persistent and annoying kind of bug. How do you keep getting into his cell? And why doesn’t anyone else care? To say that he ‘tolerates’ you would be kind, but he doesn’t hate you. Much.

SCP-1471: Wow, you’re just like the girls from the animes. Will remind you of that often. And every time you still react with only happiness and bashfulness. It’s like a repeating cycle but of cute.