#scpau

I thought the scene where sun sprinkled chips on the intern was so funny lol

I had a hard time finding references for what the boys looked like so I just drew what I imagined them in my head looking like.

I think I'm gonna post things about my SCP Au here (I've been rewriting it lately, and I don't think anyone new in my acc knows about it since I've been posting more doctors fanarts than from the Au (except for some 173 drawings))

Some short introduction of the Au:

At first (two years ago when I started it) it was just yet another SCP Au where some SCPs are humans and that's it, and now IT STILL IS but now doctors have a bit more of importance! (Aka now Dr. Bright is almost the main character along with 173 cus he has been my comfort character for almost a year now and he needs to be everywhere with my other comfort character)

Ngl I only changed the designs for some SCPs (only 173 actually) and headcanons for them (which I won't say since I don't want to reveal everything about the hcs)

Starboy deluxe A quick sketch inspired by a fanfiction i just finished reading "breach of containment" by @FukaiFox

Sorry I didnt reply to your dm! I'm a little nervous about talking to new people and I dont check my tumblr messages all that much.

Onto the main part of your ask though, I'm not entirely sure if I will but it's unlikely. First of all, I really apologize to everyone that followed me for Invader Zim. I promise honestly that my hyperfixations aren't something I can wholly control and Danganronpa came in out of no where very suddenly.

On top of that, I honestly didnt have any real plans for the SCP comic. I started it up with very little planning just because I had a small idea I wanted to draw out. It blew up way more than I expected it to and even more so than I wanted it to. It was just supposed to be a little side thing but it got so much attention I almost felt pressured to keep it up when I didnt have much of an end goal in sight.

Compliant. That was a good word for how the Wendigo had behaved for the past few years. For this compliance, it had been permitted certain comforts, chief of which was the access to the kitchen, but second to that was the little speaker on the top of the far wall, just below the ceiling. In flowed the dulcet tones of the Adagietto of Mahler's Fifth Symphony. The Wendigo was cutting onions, but paused its chopping to shut its eyes and listen. It had never used the internet, never seen a cellular phone, or indeed touched any phone for the tenure of its incarceration. It had been allowed books relatively recently and thus was comfortable.

They never let it perform surgery.

Its eyes opened again and it continued to chop the onions. Occasionally it glanced to the small ornate mirror on the opposite wall. Thrift shop wood with a $10 gold leaf job, but at least it was pleasing to the eye. And it knew what was on the other side, oh yes. Its eyes shifted briefly and it caught a glimpse of a thick black shape that happened to be attached to it. For many years it had lived here with only minimal probing, but in the last month some slack jawed researcher had decided to test its regenerative capabilities. It had made a mistake, informing them that it believed that it could grow indefinitely, and now it payed the price.

Typically it would gorge in the evening and wake up the next morning with a new growth of black skin, hair, and feathers all over its body. Some days it grew antlers, other days it awoke with strange prominence on its face that misshaped it. It had adapted early on to showering regularly and using its teeth and claws to tear away the excess material, leaving behind its current form, a well-dressed eastern european man, with only a smattering of tiny black feathers on its forearms and beady maroon eyes to betray its true nature - some days it kept the antlers, it depended on its moods.

But now it was not being allowed to shed the flesh from its left arm, and the limb had become substantially engorged to the point of discomfort and distress- not that it betrayed those emotions on its face, it rarely displayed negative emotions in any sort of obvious way, except when forced. In fact, it was quite pleasant to the researchers and nervous little men who came to poke and prod at it. It even had little wrinkles around its eyes, crows feet that crinkled when it smiled. It would not smile at the rat bastard meatsack pile of filth that did not let it shed its arm.