#scp jacobs

eyes up on the wall, well that's just no fun at all. watching us in there, using cameras hardly seems fair!!!

awww jacobs.dont,look at them that way things are better now .Probably. Maybe . bonus jacobs & seven doodle Hi. hey.

Having passed out for several hours, Administrative Oversight Jacobs sleeps in his desk chair, legs propped atop his desk.

The sound of his door creaking open startles him from his drunken stupor, ever-alert. No rest for the wicked.

JACOBS: “H—Hello? Show yourself?”

Jacobs observes no movement, with the door only slightly ajar. After a brief moment, his right hand removes itself from the desk drawer where he keeps his spare firearm. He reclines again and raises his legs back into their prior position.

Suddenly - a heavy weight leaps onto his abdomen, simultaneously pinning him into place and shocking him into a frozen stare into the eyes of SCP-529. She looks around, barely acknowledging Jacobs’ confused stare. She inspects the view and stability of her perch.

Jacobs: “Josie? How the…That door was closed.”

Josie finally looks directly at Jacobs, an element of cheekiness in her stare.

Jacobs: “Can you…open doors?”

Josie begins preening, starting an obnoxious bath starting from her chest on down. Or rather, as far down as is possible. Jacobs regards her with mild irritation, mostly because he also feels mildly impressed at the feat.

Jacobs: “And I thought Lambert was the security risk. Clever little—“

Jacobs reaches up to scratch her ear, but Josie swats his advance away, staring at him directly again.

Jacobs: “So-rry. Didn’t realise being the bed doesn’t come with patting perks.”

Josie returned to bathing, ignoring her bed’s sarcasm. Jacobs rolls his eyes.

Jacobs: *sigh* “Suppose it’s the best gift I’ve gotten for any Christmas. Being the pet bed. Had more than enough wishing I had one, now I can be one.”

Josie pauses and sniffs Jacobs’ face with light little huffs. She eventually opens her mouth, taking deeper sniffs whilst wearing the goofiest expression. Jacobs’ brows furrow as he simply doesn’t know what’s happening.

Jacobs: “What’re you—“

Josie sneezes right into Jacobs’ face. After a moment, frozen by the sudden spritz, Jacobs wipes his cheeks and mouth clean with his sleeve. He holds back a building anger, keeping his breathing in check.

Jacobs: “I ask you: what could have possibly warranted that?”

Josie turns, sniffing the air, almost following the scent. Jacobs traces her gaze to the two empty bottles of whisky near the wastepaper basket on the floor, one overturned. Jacobs turns back slowly to the cat, his anger boiling over into a distinct embarrassment no human had ever encouraged.

Jacobs: “Well…fair. I suppose I’ve made my own bed on that matter.”

Josie, having seemingly finished cleaning her half-body, loafs atop his chest. Despite this, he can still feel the weight all the way down onto his stomach where nothing visible is resting. Jacobs gets comfortable as Josie’s eyes remain half-open, and stares up at the ceiling.

Jacobs: “I’ve tried dogs. I know people say they’re loyal—don’t get me wrong, they are—but I could never get past how eager they are to please. It feels like overwriting something to make it yours. By the time it’s trained, it’s no longer a dog. It’s a tool. I’d struggle owning someone like that, suppress them.”

Jacobs feels a tapping on the top of his right hand. Looking down, he spots Josie patting his hand, and presenting her head. A half-smile on his lips, Jacobs reaches out and scratches behind her ear. She moves her head so that Jacobs’s scratches move to her chin. Josie sinks into the slow scratches, closing her eyes and purring rhythmically.

Jacobs: “You know what you like. That’s good. Y’know what, Josie? Merry Christmas.”

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖"

Scp Sedition: Administrative Oversight "Jacobs" 🥃

(let's assume they're both 100% sure the kid's abandoned and the parent(s) aren't coming back)

Watch doesn't know what to do at first, then picks up the child, it smiles at him, and he then thinks "This is mine now." and thinks of decent names for it.

I found the sex slave fic.

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YOU DEADASS-

I wanted to take a moment to highlight Jacobs as part of a statement on Asexual representation in media.

Much like his creator, Jacobs is Ace. However, unlike a lot of other Asexual characters in media (who, from my experience, either are only implied Asexuals or are only sex repulsed until “cured” and grow out of it), I wanted to make it clear that he both is Ace and will not be changing in that regard.

I know there are many layers to being Asexual, we are as complicated, colourful, and beautiful as anyone else on this Earth. Sometimes it feels that how they are captured in the media is still being reserved for the emotionally repressed, or aliens/robots, or sexually squeamish. I hope one day it will be recognised that, in order to get Ace people, you don’t have to make them outrageously opposed to sex or cut out a personality.

Ace people are people. I don’t just mean that in terms of rights. We don’t need to be dehumanised to fit into the comfortable interpretation the wider community and society seems to view us as. We are not a threat to sexuality (a major reason I left the platform prior was due to harassment for this reason). We’re part of the deck as much as anyone else.