Skooter

Any pronouns, It/Its preferred, I am but a creature. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ SCP hyperfixated. Artist. 21. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ MTF - Omega-1 "Law's Left Hand" endorsed.

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[threathenthemoon]

Mmm I have these days where I remember a character I like and I search for media of them only to realise there's like no good ships and 0 x readers because it's a character with a predominantly gooner fanbase so any creative writing regarding them is usually with them as a background character or hugely mischaracterises them.

And like sure I could write it myself but since they're my favourite character I'd judge myself harshly on mischaracterising them myself.

[threathenthemoon]

Ever since I got home I've had a lot less time to post on Tumblr, been absolutely hyperfixated on gmod scp rp.

[texastendy-29]

it’s like im ten years old again

[threathenthemoon]

Sorry I've been kind of dead, the gjob has taken ahold of me yet again. Have a D-class turned overseer assistant as a treat. Yes, her stare is meant to look dead as fuck.

On another note, my scp asks are still open. Feel free to send me an ask and I'll answer as any scp.

[threathenthemoon]

A question for 049 and 035

Do you have a favorite researcher? Or one you dislike less than the rest?

A favourite? Why it'd be simply impolite to choose! I despise each and every one equally. They all have a hand in keeping me here, and they all deserve to burn for it. Perhaps I'd dare have a favourite if there was one squint in this whole circus who'd bother to listen to a thing I say. But no, short answers they demand. Short answers, they force out of me through gritted teeth. I know it's not my fault, it cannot be. I wouldn't've made it so far in life if I truly was as dreadful to be around as they make me out to be, you know? So no, I do not have a favourite... Yet.

I'm sure we can work to change that. Little rose.

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Ah... The concept of favourites doesn't evade even me. Though as a doctor, I've long pledged to treat all of my patients equally, I would be lying if I were to say I have never had somebody I thought special. There have been plenty, I've taken many of them as apprentices. Ones truly dedicated to understanding me, and my goal. Ones who grasped the concept of the pestilence unlike most could.

However, I cannot say there is someone that comes to mind in current day.. perhaps.. maybe.. but I cannot be certain.

[threathenthemoon]

049… it’s hard to really say with 035, but you do know he doesn’t seem to hate you at all, right? In fact, I think he likes you still.

There's a moment of silence, followed by a soft sigh. The kind one would hear from somebody about to choose their words very carefully.

While I have previously claimed to see Dyó as an acquaintance, I must stress this upon you. And I do certainly hope you take it to heart.

Anything and everything that comes out of that serpents mouth is nothing short of snake oil.

He is a wonderful actor, dedicated to his craft as much as I am to my pursuit in finding the cure, however there are times where ones dedication reaches a certain point where the lines blur, and you can no longer distinguish where you end and the craft begins.

I would not believe a single word that man said, even if he was laying on his very death bed.

I do hope I make myself clear.

[threathenthemoon]

Hey 106, do you still need to eat?

... N o .

(106 has been observed, several times, cannibalising his victims post capture.)

[threathenthemoon]

*hands 049 a hard boiled egg* :D

He stares at it, head tilting this way and that. Slowly, he shoves it underneath his beak like "mask", and all you can hear is the crunch of the shell as he eats the egg whole.

Much appreciated.

[threathenthemoon]

So, 035, what do you think of 049?

Oh, doctor dearest.

He's fascinating. His dedication to the cure is something I can only respect, after all I, of all people, would know something about dedicating your life to an act, hm? We've walked this earth together long enough it's almost impossible for me to hate him. Any quams and squabbles between us, we've had years to solve. And between you and me? I think he may just be my number one fan. Though of course, he'd always be too shy to admit it.

If only he visited me often.. ah, the amount of times I hear he had breached, and didn't come get me out of this glass cage. It breaks my heart each and every time.

[threathenthemoon]

I desperately need more fanfics regarding task forces, hell, fan fics regarding the cyberpunk trauma team. Fan fics regarding the chaos insurgency. I want proper, masked anonymity. I want them to be X reader because I'm selfish.

I want them to be soft, I want them to be a team member, hurt, bleeding, and a civilian helps patch them up. The power dynamic of 'i could snap your hand in half' 'not with that bullet in yours.'

I want them to be rough, a hand over your mouth as you hide from the invading forces, only to find one directly in that closet with you, but.. his gear is different, he puts a finger to his mouth. Or where it is underneath the mask. He's hiding too.

I want them to be surprised, when the tired civilian turns out to be able to hold their own in a fight. Until they start discovering more, and they notice the way the civis hand wraps around a gun just a bit too naturally.

I don't want names, I want titles, boss, major, private. I want witty nicknames. Rat bastard, muscle, big fella.

I yearn for this kind of writing, yet I can never find it. And I don't have the energy to write it myself.

[threathenthemoon]

wait sorry I'm kinda stupid is this an ask blog or are just people asking about random SCP objects for no reason

Hihi! Technically an ask blog? The blog itself is entirely out of character, but if you ask a specific scp. So far the ones I'm willing to do are 035, 049, 682, 106 and any of the researchers! I'll answer in character. You've just gotta specify the question is for them. And boom. Answer from them.

[threathenthemoon]

I never understood your strange obsession with taking human pets and playthings #######, #####, or I am sure these days SCP-106 is preferred.

I will not speak on what made you. After all, that's hardly important for this conversation.

Yet it still impresses me, how some of these creatures manage to convince themselves there is even a flicker of humanity left in that shell of yours.

Perhaps they don't learn, or they are just that stupid.

Or maybe they just yearn for oblivion that much.

See to it that you keep the graphics parts to your little hole in space we tolerate.

I d o n ' t c o m p l a i n

a b o u t f r e e m e a t .

O l d f r i e n d .

[threathenthemoon]

(Question for SCP-049)

May I ask, what are you and 035 to each other colleges, associated or friends? He has spoken rather highly off you and you seem to have some regard for him. And on another note i wanted to ask how'd you meet.

These questions have been quite frequent. So I believe it may be for the best to address them now, sooner than later.

If I recall correctly, though the year does escape me.. I'd first made his acquaintance in France. At first, I thought it foolish of performers to keep the theatres running. I even thought him noble, to entertain the sick with such passion. Back then I did not quite.. grasp, how one can remain so cheerful, when a plague spreads all around them.

Thus, I'd approached him. Back.. then, I found him quite pleasant to converse with. A man willing to listen, an open mind to hear of the pestilince, and its stubborn spread.

…It wasn't until I'd found him attempting to remove my.. mask, which I am sure you are aware is not truly one, during one of my few rare moments of rest, that I'd realised what he was truly after was a body which would not rot under the weight of his sin.

Ahem..

Nowadays, I'd title him an old friend. Despite our differences, I find myself somewhat fond of the vermin. Even if for the simple reasons, such as being one of the only few remaining I am able to converse in true-.. hrm… old, French with. One tends to find themselves fond of people who last, when humanities lifespan is so short. However, I highly doubt he has ever spoken highly of me.

[threathenthemoon]

Hello again 035!! I hope this isn’t an annoying question but what do you do during containment breaches if you don’t mind me asking? Do you always try to escape orr do you just wanna get out and walk around for a bit? I’d imagine it’s not fun being stuck in a glass case all day

Hmmm.. what's the fun of a performance if I spoil the plot? Maybe if you get lucky.. you'll get to find out yourself, little rose. An actor doesn't share his script. A director doesn't discuss the performance with visitors. Mystique flows in the air, crisp and sharp. Tension filling the atmosphere, thick enough to drown in. Why ruin a good thing..?

In layman's terms, try it. Find out.

[threathenthemoon]

To 049: do you value relationships or friendship? I know you’re busy working on your cure most of the time.. but do you crave having bonds with people?

.. While connections and otherwise categorised social encounters are important for a healthy mind, I don't tend to seek such, by nature. Throughout my many years on this very earth, I have seen my allies come and go. While not many seek my companionship. Those that do, do not understand the goals I reach for, and tend to..

...

. . .

Well. Even my greatest allies must at one point be cured. I hope that by the time that judgement comes, they would have understood my mission, my goals, and their contribution to something greater. A valuable sacrifice.

[threathenthemoon]

Yippiee !!

I shall go get the wedding arrangements in order, my dear <3

*I kiss his bald slimy head and probably melt my lips off in the process but that's ok*

The sinister laugh that fills the room feels foreboding. He grabs you by the chin The second you get near him, bony fingers squeezing your face, leaving only stains everywhere they touch.. it almost seems like he considers something. Yet, you're let go. The old man motions for you to get on with it. The motion is more akin to an animal playing with his food. Your lips do not burn, right away. But the taste makes you want to hurl, and the stain doesn't fully wipe off.

G o o n . A m u s e m e .