Psst...

Ah, I see that now. How... Interesting. Do tell me, what is it like being a... Well... A wolf?

[werewolf-plunderphonics] thoughts on wolves

Powerful, majestic, and dangerous. Why do you ask?

The catttell 16 personality questionnaire

I was tagged by @pollyannisms.

Im tagging @o5-10. @o5oflies @arkfeather @codexcracked and whoever else wants to do this

i would Too!!! its Quite fun and very Comforting :D

Yes, and it reminds me of how in touch with mother earth we should all be. How some day we will end up in the same place, and back into the arms of the mother that once birthed us. We often lose track of how in touch with nature we should be because we are daily consumed by our busy lives with work, school, chores, mental health, physical health, and all sorts of other reasons. It honestly disappoints me how little humanity as a whole cares about our one true home. The only home we have at that.

maybe :D! You are squished y. but shoes can make you less squishedy !!! congratulation

That is true, on some level I suppose. Do you wear shoes, or are you mostly barefoot? What type of shoes would you even wear?

682: Everyone here will die.

999: Of fun :)

Cool! (Also my oc blog n-chaos might be more intresting then my main blog not trying to self promo just trying to comunacate while tired)

((Thats ok, thanks for the info!))

My Discovery.

Has anyone else really truly wondered who they actually are? I've always wondered if I was even human, since I was a child. I've known since i was a child that while my whole family was Christian, I was Pagan. Nothing has changed since then, not even after me uncovering the existence of SCP-343.

I am still a Pagan, however I now truly question my humanity. The other day, while I was setting up some protection wards, I was also thinking on a topic I had heard of: Blood Magic. I had heard that even some of the most powerful and experienced Pagans were hesitant towards it.

I wanted to try it, I wanted to prove that I too, was powerful. This was my biggest mistake, and yet my greatest discovery. Moments later, I had everything set up at my altar. I prayed to Hades, my patron God, to protect me, and to help me in this ritual. I did everything i was instructed to do. I created a small cut on my hand, and let the blood drip into the spiced and herbed water. I proceeded to drink said liquid, until there was no more liquid to drink.

I felt no different. The instructions had specifically quoted to call on a very powerful word the moment I was in any danger after the ritual was performed. I thought nothing of this.

The next day at work with the foundation, there was a breach. It was very minor, as a D-class had somehow escaped and was deemed unsafe due to acquiring a gun.

While I was finding a safe place to hide, I, of course, had the luck of running into said D-class. He was only a few feet away from me, when he held up the gun at me with a psychotic, shit eating grin. I outstretched my hands in a moment of panic, for any form of defense. I remembered my previous instructions, and called upon the ancient word.

My palms felt warm, and almost burning. A beam of light appeared from my hands, aimed directly at the D-class. Within seconds and a short ear piercing screech, the D-class was nothing more than a pile of ashes. After a few discussions with some higher ups, and some speculation, I was deemed a Type Blue.

My name is Dr. Thompson, I work for the SCP Foundation, and I still don't think I'm entirely human.

"Greetings and salutations, Doctor."

Hello, scp-049. How are you doing today?

Hey look! It's me! ((Created Dr. Thompson avatar on pastelkatto art and dollmakers))