035 Stories

[Name] was born without their eyesight, only being able to see where a window would be at. This caused them to become a bit of a loner, not being able to go to school. Their mom happened to have a very important job and dad wasn't in the picture for one reason or another, and so she was at the mercy of babysitters and tutors. Until one faithful day... [Disclaimer! The photos used are not mine under any circumstances. I can't draw worth crap, and I appreciate the original artists works!]

the second part baby!

Basically characters from different fandoms are being sent to a theater to watch some Death Battles from the Death Battle fanon wiki.

"You dumb bitch~" Okay, so this was just a crackfic at first, but became serious. I don't know, but enjoy I guess?

Big gay 😳 Requests open idrk what to set the description as so yeS, I made this because there's not many of these and there should be akskals

Its basically what the title said.

Just some of my scp headcanons

ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ. ᴰᴿ ᴶᴬᶜᴷ ᴮᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᴵˢ ᴬ ᶠᵁᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᴾᴱᴿᵛᴱᴿᵀ

Hello, I'm Hannah's friend and I don't want to say my actual name, so just call me Rose! So just ask or dare the SCPs listed- 049 035 682 079 Dr. Bright And Me! (If you want too) That's all for now, I may add new SCPs later on but just do these guys for now. Thanks! Also this magnificent piece of art work is not mine. Also be ready for some possible Gay stuffles. And a lot of Disney references.

Y/N was a guard at The SCP Foundation. There was a containment breach. SCP-035 had breached containment. That's when things start to go down hill for Y/N.

This is an Scp fanfiction, I don't own any scp's but the main one (yes I made my own fucking scp try me bitch) This is the story of how our boy became an scp.

I was the last person to hear Sarah Kripke's voice before she went missing. I listened to her screams from the other side of the phone while I sat there in horror, unable to move. The police found no blood, no signs of stuggle, no signs of forced entry, and no Sarah Kripke. Three weeks and thousands of dollars in therapy later, I found myself in a ditch, pinned under the crumpled metal of my car, blood dripping down my face and half conscious as flames licked the air around me. Whoever hit me was now wrestling with the car door and yanking my arm, trying to pull me from the burning wreckage that used to be my car. They hadn't said a word to me, but at the time I didn't question it. I should have struggled. I should have screamed. I should have done something so they wouldn't take me. I never should have answered that phone call.

[Oc's featured] [Dr.Jill] [Dr.jewel] [both ocs belong to me but I do not own scp or any other doctor used in this book besides my own ocs] [will be some oc x Canon if you do not like ocxcanon leave now.] [Story Cover by me] [✘all hate will be deleted✘]

This will be for stupid things for me to put here for either tagged photos or for some dumb shower thoughts. But this book is retarded. So. Ye.

El fanart no es mío :), al igual que la fundación y SCP's Por cierto, hay SCP-035 x SCP-049, si no te gusta puedes retirarte :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ¬Hoy veras el día a día con los SCP's del sitio 19, narrados por mi, el doctor de la peste como me dicen aquí

Who would have thought that from a shady stranger you met in theater can become a very clingy and still very shady friend