Just An Anon.

Also if I’ve already did one for you last time, it’d be appreciated if you hold off til next time. uwu

yes I downloaded this

So uh imma tag more than 2 because I can

I regret nothing.

I have no excuses

OwO

Shudders

@everything0bagel

Brian May

I regret nothing

…..k

A picture from a concert i went to over the weekend.

a low quality picture of some high quality puppers

PANIC

*cough*

@ anyone that wants to share with the class

I haven’t been taking this game seriously at all

Don’t ask

“Let’s go in the garden

You’ll find something waiting

Right there where you left it

Lying upside down”

It’s Spinel. It’s fucking Spinel

“Let’s go in the garden

You’ll find something waiting

Right there where you left it

Lying upside down”

It’s Spinel. It’s fucking Spinel

Or,

Loobdooboob

I have boob in my url

-

It was early in the morning, the sun barely dangling above in the sky. The air was fresh and cold, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable temperature that would bite at the skin.

The lights for the facility had shifted from nighttime mode to day, being blinding to those who were asleep at this hour. In one end of the facility, where all the D-Class were contained, was a frail child with multicolored and freckle coated skin, pearly white hair, and a soft smile that always greeted day. This child was sitting in the containment area they were assigned to with the other D-Class personnel, as the doors had been opened.

A scientist who worked in the facility had released them to the cafeteria zone, in which this would be where they shall start the day. Only D-Class and SCPs that could wander freely that were peaceful would be able to reach this area while D-Class infested the scene for the morning meal. The meal before the tests began to run.

-

The young child-like SCP paced around their simple containment, waiting for 'Miss Pipplynn' to arrive. The SCP was a safe class, however, due to their young age, they normally went around with Dr. Pipplynn, as she normally was able to keep up with them. So. They couldn't roam freely. The SCP in question was dubbed as SCP- 593.

'Moths' fluttered around their body as they pace boredly, dragging their comfort blanket along on the floor, which was carpeted. The child continued to pace, until getting tired of waiting. The impatient child marched up to the door, and kicked it a bit.

"Open says me!"

The child hissed, clutching their blanket as they bounce in their stance a bit. They frown when the door doesn't open. The moths around them seem to shift, and cluster in a corner.

"OPEN SAYS ME!"

Yeah. It didn't work.

Once they were released to the freedom of the cafeteria, the child wasted no time to get their meal from the lady. They didn’t accept any sort of food substance, but rather just a child sized thing of apple juice.

It was all they really wanted in the first place anyway. Once they finally received the small thing, they carefully placed the straw in their mouth, as the glided against the tiled floor to their favorite location in the facility; the cafeteria corner.

The child proceeded to freakin' throw the plastic dinosaur at the keycard box.

The dinosaur toy had actually BROKE the keycard thing, and the door opened. And stayed open. Ohno. What's gonna happen to the moths?-

Oh yeah! The child can command the moths.

They do just that, by saying, "Moths. Stay here. No leaving my room. Or I'll be mad at you."

They look at the moths in their pockets, and they blink. They then put the weighted blanket on like a cloak, and they walk down a hallway.

"You good moths go with me. No leaving my pocket unless I say it's okay!"

-

Sitting in the corner of the cafeteria had all of its own perks. For one, they would never have to meddle in the battle for a seat to eat at. Unlike the other D-Class, they didn’t mind sitting on a floor, and they also didn’t really have many people to socialize with so there wasn’t an actual need for a table.

Being a child in D-Class, there truly wasn’t many other people like them. Sure, others could technically be classified as SCPs too, although they were awfully minor ones, but that was about all the connection they even shared.

But another reason it was nice to sit alone was so that the laughter and the jokes that passed by wouldn’t touch them. The pain filled laughter and the dying jokes that would never flood the room again. They never would get attached to anyone, and so nobody would miss them when they died. They’d leave no trace. No memories. No laughs. No tears.

-

It was early in the morning, the sun barely dangling above in the sky. The air was fresh and cold, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable temperature that would bite at the skin.

The lights for the facility had shifted from nighttime mode to day, being blinding to those who were asleep at this hour. In one end of the facility, where all the D-Class were contained, was a frail child with multicolored and freckle coated skin, pearly white hair, and a soft smile that always greeted day. This child was sitting in the containment area they were assigned to with the other D-Class personnel, as the doors had been opened.

A scientist who worked in the facility had released them to the cafeteria zone, in which this would be where they shall start the day. Only D-Class and SCPs that could wander freely that were peaceful would be able to reach this area while D-Class infested the scene for the morning meal. The meal before the tests began to run.

-

The young child-like SCP paced around their simple containment, waiting for 'Miss Pipplynn' to arrive. The SCP was a safe class, however, due to their young age, they normally went around with Dr. Pipplynn, as she normally was able to keep up with them. So. They couldn't roam freely. The SCP in question was dubbed as SCP- 593.

'Moths' fluttered around their body as they pace boredly, dragging their comfort blanket along on the floor, which was carpeted. The child continued to pace, until getting tired of waiting. The impatient child marched up to the door, and kicked it a bit.

"Open says me!"

The child hissed, clutching their blanket as they bounce in their stance a bit. They frown when the door doesn't open. The moths around them seem to shift, and cluster in a corner.

"OPEN SAYS ME!"

Yeah. It didn't work.

Once they were released to the freedom of the cafeteria, the child wasted no time to get their meal from the lady. They didn’t accept any sort of food substance, but rather just a child sized thing of apple juice.

It was all they really wanted in the first place anyway. Once they finally received the small thing, they carefully placed the straw in their mouth, as the glided against the tiled floor to their favorite location in the facility; the cafeteria corner.