Things aren't always as they seem

I'm Wendipeligo, or, if you'd prefer, Max. Is this blog for you? Perhaps. You'll find out soon enough.

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Drew my boyfriend’s ( @wendipeligo ) CreepyPasta OC, Dave. We love the idiot known as Dave. What a good gay dumbass he is. 

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DAAAAAAAAAAAVE!

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so like… obviously the proper wendigo from native american lore isn’t something to mess around with, and i fully respect the culture behind it. and i don’t totally see where the cannibal who became twisted through excessive cannibalism turned into… black fluffy animals/werewolf type animals with skull faces (especially the herbivorous ones?).

my question is does anyone have a better term for the black fluffy skull creatures other than wendigo though? it leaves a bad taste in my mouth calling them wendigo, but i love them so much and want to make a few of them myself. i dont want to infringe on the proper wendigo lore though, and while wendigo is a glorious name for a creature i dont want to link them to the name even.

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I gotcha, fam

Presenting one of my favorites of Irish mythology- the Puca!

“ The púca (Irish for spirit/ghost), pooka, phouka, phooka, phooca, puca or púka is primarily a creature of Celtic folklore. Considered to be bringers both of good and bad fortune, they could either help or hinder rural and marine communities. The Púca can have dark or staunch white fur or hair. “

The Puca are shapeshifters, who can appear as black dogs, horses, etc. They often show up in taverns, and drinking with a Puca promises a super fun night! They’re also tricksters of the fae world, with varied natures puca to puca, and are quite powerful. 

Best of all, they’re not part of sacred culture. You can make them look damn near like whatever you want, though fluffy and black with horns and claws is their usual shtick. They even transform into humans sometimes (usually when in a tavern and needing to pass for a normal patron). 

Totally non-offensive to bang to your heart’s content!

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What's up I forgot I had a tumblr shout out to Skrill for reminding me with that godly art

anyways guess I'll post my scp stuff here again so here's a Maximus and Basar comic thing 🙄

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A couple of SCP tarot cards! People seem to really like them, so maybe I'll actually work on a full deck of these 🤔 if I do they'll be up on etsy lmao, but we'll have to wait and see!

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Kermit-San reveals his quirk!!

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😘😘😘😍😍😍

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Me: maybe I should finally post stuff that this blog was originally intended for

Also me: there's a DOG draw the DOG

So here's some SCP-1111-1 who I've drawn before but now I've drawn it again so hoorah enjoy the woofer

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Gay bois feat. My sona and @researching-anomalies bc I love him

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What is Site-DMF?

From what I've gathered, it's a truly horrible place. Full of monsters, horrors, and terrifying doctors with no remorse for the crimes against humanity that they've committed. Yet, here you are; wanting to remember it.

But why? Three years ago, you came to me to forget. Just thinking of all of the troubles you went through to find me; lying to your superiors, gaining the trust of the villagers, traversing this horrible forest filled with creatures beyond your imagination. You made a deal with me, to erase your memories of that wretched place. You killed people to get here. All to forget. But now, you stand here before me, not only asking for your memories, but for the memories of others.

You came to me a broken woman, willing to do anything to forget. Now you want to remember all of those disgusting things, and you want to remember what the others have long forgotten about that place? Why, I must've underestimated your will when we first met. Do you remember that? No? You walked up to my stand here, clothes tattered and torn, tears running down your cheeks, and bags under your eyes. You begged me to save you from the memories. You told me that they wouldn't let you sleep. Told me they were driving you mad. So, I ask you again, why?

Why now? Why do you want the others? There will be nothing but suffering if you take them back. The burden will be too great.

Sigh.

I see. Obviously, I can't change your mind. Very well, you may have the memories. In return, I expect a shipment of rations and various supplies. I'm not picky, if you send anything I have no use for I can always trade it with the villagers. Now, for the memories; take them.

But don't say I didn't warn you, Doctor Cosgrove.

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Have I ever showed y'all my True Sona™? He's one of the only sonas I own that doesn't technically share my name as he has a sort of code name, which isn't hard to figure out. He's also one of the only sonas I don't really use anywhere bc people tend to ruin them, and this one is actually super special to me. So please, don't call him dumb shit like dad/daddy, he's the only sona I truly like and have a connection with.

For a bit of background on him, he'd almost certainly be classified as an scp; if only anyone could remember where the village was after they'd left. The villagers believe him to be the devil himself, as he erases your memories with the "devil's breath"; which, in actuality, is an unknown flower crushed into a fine powder. The holes in his mask dispense this powder (which comes up through a tube that leads to a sewn on backpack), and the bottom jaw of the mask opens to filter fresh, unpoisoned air into the mask, leaving him virtually unaffected.

I'm sure you're thinking "yeah that's cool and all, but tf is up with the clawed gloves?" Simple answer: he lives within an anomalous forest filled with terrifying creatures that can attack you before you even get the chance to reach for a weapon. They're for self defense, plus they make it a bit easier to climb up trees if the need arises.

Also, Cosgrove is a new oc I've been working on, you'll all get to meet her in a later post. This post will probably make a bit more sense then lmao, I'll also give out a bit more about this sona of mine later, for now I want to keep him a bit mysterious. He'll have his own Q&A soon on the SCP Amino!

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this sweet lil devil is Mister Bubz 👇👇

https://www.instagram.com/misterbubz/

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I got my cat a present and tbh I think she appreciates it

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Guess since I've posted like nothing but scp art so far I should show off one of my favorite scp ocs huh I based them off of a Bukavac because I'm trying to base stuff off of my croatian roots and whatnot Also I'm not the best at formatting entries so this is just my own version of it ahdjsk don't kill me ----------------- SCP-6891 Object class: Euclid Description: SCP-6891 is a large reptilian creature commonly known as the "Bukavac", as seen in Slavic mythology. It has large, gnarled horns, a snub nose, gills, and most importantly, elongated thumbs. These long thumbs have been found to be used to allow the creature to strangle it's victims. Reports suggest the creature uses vocalizations to draw or flush out it's prey, though is often reported to resemble a loud shriek. Specimen is to be kept within a large enclosed area of forest with plenty of ponds and lakes, fenced off with electric fences. Fences must be checked regularly to search for weak spots. If locals are found near the site, they must be given a Class-A amnesiac and be relocated as an extra security measure. Animals found too close to the fence must be terminated and properly disposed of. SCP-6891 appears to have an endless hunger, and will continuously attack spots of the fence where it can see any life on the other side. Requests to put up a wall are currently under review. Diet: SCP-6891 is strictly carnivorous. It must have livestock within it's containment area at all times in order to keep it from attempting to breach containment in search of more. Anomalous properties: It has been found to possess keeled bulletproof scales, unfortunately discovered by a Slavic firing squad. The creature hardly missed a heartbeat after the first bullet ricocheted straight back into the firing squad, hitting one man in the leg.

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Whoop it's a big angry alligator who needs to brush it's teeth So many kids have complained about my design for 682 but it'll always be a giant gator to me and you can't change my mind because I can appreciate other people's designs but also have my own preference

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May I introduce you to.... Researcher Bogdanovich! This dude right here is my brand new oc. I decided to base him off of my grandfather, who was a really tall cop but was a super soft family guy. Basically the story behind this dude is that he moved from his home country, Croatia, where he was a field researcher studying the local anomalies (originally a fisherman who discovered a peculiar aquatic anomaly and became obsessed with the things), to our very own Site-DMF as a volunteer after the Light's Out Incident. After a long while of working at this new facility, he decided to submit papers to work there permanently and was accepted, to which he moved the rest of his family out of Croatia to the off site living quarters. His family consists of his wife and two kids, plus a family dog. At Site-DMF, he works more with the safe side of things, however in the SCP universe, "safe" really just means you probably might not die maybe. As for a bit more about him, he has cirrhosis of the liver, which is why he's a bit hefty; it's caused him to gain water weight that he struggles to get off, and he's had a liver transplant because of it. Regardless of this, he still strives to be a charismatic and active man, even if he's having an off day. He also has type 1 diabetes, and must ensure he's taking the right medicine, even during a crisis situation. The reason I decided to make an older character was partly because I just wanted one, and also partly because; well, have you tried scrolling through SCP human ocs? Most human ocs are super young (or super old but still looking like they're 17), model material people with very few unique flaws. I've been guilty of it too, as we all do tend to self project into our characters and want to make them as likeable as possible; but in doing so we've created a character stereotype that's awfully hard to break. So, I encourage you to try making some characters that are outside of what you're used to! Challenge yourself a bit! Who knows, you might surprise yourself.

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Figured I should probably copy and paste this from my post on SCP Amino to start up my tumblr with some gay stuff lmao hi -- Just got back from Repticon with a new snake friend so I'm feeling very happy and I also have some gay stuff So here's a Maximus x Basar story to keep y'all busy for a while, more gay stuff in the future bc I love him Just a note it's from Maximus's POV this isn't a Basar x Reader shsjsknd I'm not writing those sorts of stories about my boyfriend ☆☆☆ thump thump thump thump. The sound of light footsteps echoed in the hallway as you made your way down it swiftly, the door you've been excited to reach within your sights. Well, at least the blurry figure of the door; even with the glasses that rest on your face, you still rely more on your sense of smell than anything else. It really wasn't a bother to you, as you had SCP-6893 wrapped tightly around your right wrist, allowing you to see your target sitting at the desk behind the door. Your heart flutters with excitement as you near the entrance, quickly attempting to pull your key card out of your back pocket. As you struggle with the pocket, the creature you've just stolen and now hold beneath your left arm begins to squirm. You shush it, hoping to get the door open before it tears you apart. Finally, you win the fight with the card, and swip it eagerly. As soon as the door slides open, you throw the creature onto the desk without hesitation. "Surprise!" You call out, as the man behind the desk jumps back from the unexpected creature. "Meet my new favorite; SCP-795!" "What? NO-" shouts the man as the creature on the desk begins purring, rubbing up against his raised hand. Within moments, the man disappeared beneath his desk, and the SCP followed behind shortly. "Basar?" You ask meekly, hoping the SCP hadn't decided your Director was a threat. "You okay over there?" Creeping closer, you peer behind the desk. Thank goodness. You spot two cats; unfortunately for you, one looks PISSED. Pissed or not, this is fantastic. You can't even stop the laughter as the large fluffy cat turns his head to give you an angry glare. You can only imagine what he'd be saying. "You think this is funny, huh? You will not be laughing when I claw off your face." The thought makes you laugh even harder, making you tear up. You quickly decide to join in on the fun, changing your own form. Unfortunately, due to your own shape shifting anomaly, the cat SCP's effects seem to cancel out. So, you do it yourself. You pad over to the clearly angry Director, who whaps you over the head with a heavy paw. Ow. Alright then, you wanna play games? Let's play. You pounce onto Basar without warning, knocking him down. He lets out a cry of surprise as you bite down on his ear. You can see SCP-795 hurrying out of the door as you tussle with the Director, but you ignore it. "GET OFF OF ME" Basar screeches, just barely understandable in cat speak. You hop back off and watch as he rights himself, tidying up. Just as he looks to be finished, you give him a big lick on the side of his head, causing the fur to stick up. You have never seen such pure anger and confusion on the face of a cat before, and it's hilarious. Until another paw comes flying towards your head. You decide to continue your game, running in circles around him and messing up his fur as you go. Surprisingly enough, Basar seemed to allow this to continue for a long while, before you suddenly find out that he was figuring out how to get rid of you. Basar comes flying after you, knocking the wind out of your chest. You squeeze out from beneath him before turning tail to run, the angry puff ball on your heels. You turn back just as you hit the door, only to be met with a flurry of paws that knock you back out of the office. You watch in amazement as he jumps up and hits the close door button, locking himself in and you out. You scratch at the door a few times, but you get the feeling that it's not opening until the hour is up. "Mrow?" A soft meow comes from behind you, and you turn , expecting to see 795. But, it's not; it's a completely different cat. Honestly, it kinda looks like.... Oh shit. Now that you're looking around, you realize there's actually a number of cats. Come to think of it, they all look a bit angry. Now is definitely the time to run. ☆☆☆ Also, SCP-6893 has been changed from an MBK to a ball python. She's bigger so it makes it more of an inconvenience and tbh I think that's a bit more realistic to the scp universe lmao. based off my new BP of course