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Don't tell SCP 049

Day 5

Scp 035 was in one of the foundation's lounge rooms, having a pile of different objects next to him, seeming to be putting something together in the center of the room.

035: hm... needs more black paint... *starts going through the pile of stuff*

From the wall behind him a black portal apears and out the portal come scp 106. Half of his body exits the portal as he watches 035 pull out a black spray paint can from the pile and spray paint whatever it is he made.

106: uh... what... the hell... is that? *points at whatever 035 is making*

035: oh this?

In front of 035 is scp 173, partly spray painted black and half a plague doctor's mask covering over where their mouth would be. There was also a black cloth tied around 173's neck, simulating that of a cloak and a hood.

035: Why, I'm making a temporary replacement for the doctor.

106: *raises brow* ... why?

035: well you see here Larry, it's just not the same doing fun and outgoing things when there isn't anyone around to tell you to not do those fun and outgoing things. So, I've come up with a temporary solution!

106: ... by replacing the doctor with 173 in his clothing?

035: yes well technically mimicry of his hide or skin or however it's called. But yes! Pretty much old chap!

106: ... *looks at the sculpture* .... *then back at 035* ... you are aware 173 doesn't, oh I don't know... talk!

035: he doesn't have to! That's the beauty of it, because sometimes the doctor gives me the silent treatment anyways!

106: Ok? ... so, how is he just... staying in one place anyway this whole entire conversation?

035: oh! Because Jay is still ducked taped onto the ceiling from a few days ago still. *he points to the ceiling where 049-J is*

049-J: *staring intensely at 173 and sweating profusely* . . . C-Can I stop now please?

035: unless you wanna die by neck breaking... keep. Your. Damn. Eyes on him!

049-J: oh bother...

106: oh ya forgot we did that...

035: ya. *fimshes the spray paint on 173* and done! *takes a step back to view his work* What do you think!?

106: *looks at 173*

173: ...

106: ... well now he just looks like a peanut with a beak on it dressed in black.

035: close enough! Now! We just-

Just then scp-096 came walking into the room his back hunched over to get through the door; a paperbag accompanying him over his head to keep everyone safe from triggering his rage state.

035: ah! Shy! You just in time to meet the temporary replacement doctor!

096: ? *looks over at 173* ...

173: ...

096: ...

173: ...

096: ...

049-J: *struggling to keep his eyes open* ugh- *blinks* uh oh!

173: *is now a foot closer to 096*

096: *whimpers loudly and shaking his head in fear* *starts back tracking out the door into a speed walk*

035: damn it, Jay! I said don't blin-!

035: . . .

Suddenly the power goes out as a voice over the intercom lets everyone know that the power to the light would be temporarily shut down and that everything would be ok so long as the scps were in their cells. Once the lights turned back on, 173 had disappeared from the room. Everyone in the room had gone silent.

106: ...

049-J: ... I didn't do it!

035: ah crap.

The alarms then start to go off as the intercom changed to a voice of calm to panic.

Intercom: "Attention scp-173 has escapes containment! Currently it's uh- ... A-Am I reading this right? Uh... Currently dressed up as a... plague doctor?"

106: ...

035: ...

049-J: ...

035: ... Don't Tell Doc.

106: Yep.

035: can I go into your-

106: nope! *goes back into his pocket dimension*

035: ... sh*t! *runs out of the room*

049-J: uhm... hello? ... help...

Don't Tell SCP 049

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Hi there! :D Once you get this say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers. spread some positivity! ✨❤️‍🔥✨

... Challenge EXCEPTED!

5 things I like about myself 👌

I like how that I have the werid ability to make my friends, family, and others smile and happy whenever I'm around them and even when I get excited about something. 😁

I like how I weirdly always have the right thing to say to people when they are down or when they feel bad about themselves. 🤗 like I was just naturally born with the wisdom of an older adult. 👩🏽‍🏫

I like how I'm super creative and come up with new ideas almost 24/7 I love to draw and write down new story ideas, I sometimes wish I had more time to explore some of the creative ideas I have in my own head 🖌✏📘

I like how well mentally strong I am, I may not be physically all that strong, but I think my mental strength is all tha I really need, like not giving up hope in what seems like an endless tunnel of darkness or surrenedering, is definitely a good trait that I have. 👩🏽‍💼

Lastly what I like about myself, I like how I'm always able to see the good in people no matter the person, I belive their is good in everyone if they just embrace it inside of hiding it or pushing it away, it's important to embrace who you are inside not on the outside. 🦸🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️

And there you have it @scuderia-auditore-ghibli I have listed 10 things I like about myself 😎👍 and as part of the deal I shall haunt my other followers' inboxs into spreading the positivity 💝😁🌠

Also to the other people of the internet, you can also spread the love and positivity with others, even through funny jokes

🎩🦅

Part 2?

It was now 3;37 at night, Connor was warm and snug in his bed asleep, Liberty and Silver were asleep by his bed, when suddenly something made a loud thunk sound at his window. Connor slowly woke up as another thunk came from his windowsill. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes wearing the bracelet that Aveline gave to him 3 hours ago at the bar, Connor looked over at his window and saw a small rock being thrown at his window. Unsure of who's doing this is and the reasoning behind it, he got up quietly to the window and looked down below to see someone leaving something at the front door and quickly make a dash out of the hidden hiding place of the assassin household. Connor was too exhausted to use his eagle vision to see who it was, and even if he did at this point, by the time he would have; the mysterious figure most likely would have already been gone by now. Debating in his tired mind whether he should go back to sleep and wait till morning or if he should take care of this now, and not have to worry about any of the others possibly getting jumped by whatever was left on their front door. He decided to check and see if it was just nothing, as he quietly and silently made his way through the hallway and down the stairs. He unlocked and opened the door to see that no one was there, but when he looked down, he saw a gift box on the ground.

Connor: hm? ... *picks up the box and takes a closer look at it*

The box was wrapped with wrapping paper and was neatly tied with a blue ribbon. Connor takes one last look around to see if the person was still around, but saw no one around, just cars moving past the hidden opening way.

Connor: ... *opens the box* huh!?

Inside the box was a miniature little wooden model of a ship. The ship had a small name carved on the back of it that read, Jackdaw. The name of his grandfather; Edward's ship. The ship seemed to be made from a similar color as the actual ship, or so he remembered from what Edward had told him. The sails seemed to be made from a soft, smooth cloth material.

Connor: What? ... who gave this to me? Hm?

At the bottom of the box was a small piece of paper. Putting the ship carefully on the ground, closely next to him he pulled out the piece of paper and read it quietly to himself as it read.

Connor: Happy Birthday son, Love Haythem...

Connor couldn't believe it, did his dad actually get him something for his birthday? And... did he made it himself? And how did he...

Connor: ... *looks down at the ship* ?

Connor put the box and note down for a moment and picked up the ship and saw something on the ship that he didn't notice beforehand, he saw three small familiar figures by the steering wheel of the ship as well as a small crank at the back of the ship.

Connor: ... *cranks the handle a bit before releasing it*

Connor made a quiet gasp as the ship began to play music and it wasn't playing just any music. It was playing low lands, a sea shanty that Connor has heard his grandfather sing to him before, Edward told Connor how he would sing it to Haythem and his half-sister as a child and now he sings to him and the rest family.

From afar Haythem watched as his son opened the box and pull out the little wooden ship.

Haythem: ...

Shay: did he open it?

Haytham: he opened it, he seems to be inspecting it now... what if he doesn't like it?

Shay: Oh I'm sure he'll love it sir, he is your son after all.

Haytham: yes well, we haven't exactly... seen eye to eye in many cases...

Shay: Well I'm sure he will spare you the trouble just this once.

Haythem: I do hope so...

Then faint music begins to play from the hidden passageway as both Haythem and Shay take a glance over to see Connor listening to the little ship's music. Haythem was surprised when he saw his son, smiling at the little ship and faintly hearing him hum along to the song that played.

Shay: see sir, he loves your gift.

Haythem: I guess you were right after all Shay.

Shay: of course master Kenway.

Haythem: and thanks again for agreeing to come out this late at night with me just to do this. I know it was rather impolite of me to drag you along with me, let alone at the risk of us getting caught by the other Templars.

Shay: of course sir, we've been through so much already. I couldn't possibly let you go alone at high risk such as this.

Haythem: I'm glad to have a good friend like you Shay.

Shay: of course, as well as having a son like yours of course. Now we best be off now before the other templars find out we gone and suck off without the permission of a modern Templar.

Shay began to walk towards the end of the block, Haythem was about to follow but took one last glance over at his son, as the song was coming to an end Connor noticed his father watching him from afar. Connor gave a small smile to him.

Connor: ... Thank you... Father.

Haytham: ...Happy Birthday, son.

Happy Birthday Ratonhnhaké:ton Kenway 🍰

Crystal Stalker

My freshman art project from last year👌😎

I. AM. IN MISSERY~🎶! 😇😈🪧

Soooo recently, I've gotten into good omens and uuuuh...

I'm in pain.

Misery, if you will.

I blame my friend @totetaube for this 🥲

Previously on...

Assassin's Creed

Lost in Modern Ages

Now on with the show!

Leonardo: ... *moves the mask around a bit to get a better look* fascinating... I have never seen any comedy mask like this before!

New York, somewhere hidden in the city is the assassin's creed household. In the house, Leonardo Da Vinci is currently studying and observing SCP 035, who had almost succeeded in turning Jacob into another one of his temporary hosts. While Jacob himself is currently pouting and is covered in bruises from Shaun and Desmond tackling him down into the rubble of an old Venice house. Trying to stop him from putting SCP 035 on his face. Shaun and Desmond stand by Leonardo while he observes the mask (with safety tongs of course). While Evie and Ezio are trying their best to console Jacob from the incident that had taken place. Some of the others watch intently as Leonardo tries to get a better understanding of the possessive mask.

Shaun: you can say that again...

Evie: come on Jacob.

Jacob: *huffs and turns away from Evie*

Evie: Jacob I said I was sorry! I didn't actually, believe you were being serious.

Jacob: well I was!

Ezio: come now amico, you can't be mad at your sister forever.

Jacob: bet!

Evie: *sighs*

Malik: so explain to us why this *does air quotes* "possessive mask" tried to get Jacob to wear it, exactly?

Connor: ya cause this thing... looks cursed.

Shaun: right. Desmond you wanna give this one away or-

Desmond: ya I got this one. *clears throat* Ok so basically the possessive mask, better known to the foundation as SCP-035, is a possessive mask that requires a human or humanoid-like host, organic or not so long as it has a humanoid face shape, it will possess the body and will essentially cause the original person to go brain dead and well dies.

Shaun: Once then, he'll take over that body and talk through it with his voice, he'll sometimes take on the traits of those he possesses, going as far as to even know every bit of information and memory that the person had when they were alive. And-

Rebecca: and he knows everything about the human brain and mind so this guy knows how to talk you into doing anything he wants you to do. He also has telepathic abilities as well.

Shaun: . . .

Desmond: . . .

Rebecca: what? Come on you guys, you think you are the only ones who are into this stuff?

Arno: Uh... so wait- hold on so, why choose Jacob as a host?

Jacob: because I'm awsome-

Shaun: probably because he was the easiest out of all of us there to be persuaded into putting him on.

Jacob: Hey!

Edward: So that mask can talk too?

Desmond: ya- well kind of.

Edward: if that mask can talk, then why isn't it talking?

Shaun: surprisingly, I have no idea. Usually this thing loves to talk.

Maria: You also mentioned something about a foundation. What kind of foundation are you refuring to?

Desmond: The SCP foundation.

Alexios: s.c.p?

Desmond: Secure.

Shaun: Contain.

Rebecca: Protect.

Desmond: We die in darkness so you may live in the light-

Connor: Wait, wait! ... that kind of sounds like our saying...

Arno:... What?

Connor: You know. The whole, "We work in the dark to serve the light." That phrase.

Jacob: I SAY WE SUE THEM-

Ezio: ya wait- HEY! They completely stole our phrase and just re-worded it!

Desmond: I-... Huh, I never noticed that before.

Aveline: OK can we get back to the foundation thing! Desmond, continue please.

Desmond: Right, well they're the main goal is to contain anomalies as a way of protecting humanity from the danger some of them possess, and to study and research them and how they work, as well as keeping the normalcy of the world.

Shaun: living or Object.

Rebecca: or just weird phenomenons that happen.

Jacob: secure, contain, protect ... Ok I'll give them this... That's a cool acronym! Why can't we do something like that!?

Bayek: Because we never needed one.

Edward: well ya but it be really nice to have one.

Alexios: The Templars have a name to brand themselves and make money why can't we?

Ezio: they have point.

Aya: we're not get an acronym for the creed.

Jacob: well why not!? We could brand ourselves and make cash!

Connor: I'm fine with how we have creed as it is.

Jacob: Oh Connor! You silly, silly, man... acronyms are cool if you know how to do it right. Makes you stick out.

Malik: exactly why we don't need one.

There is an eerie, echo of mocking laughter that fills the room, sending shivers down everyone's spine, as everyone slowly starts turning their attention to the mask still being held in the tongs Leonardo was using to hold it.

035: "My your all quite the delight to be around~. Talking about the most simplest off topic things then make it a big deal out of it the deeper you go. It's quite amusing really~."

Leonardo nearly drops the tongs he was using to hold the mask, just bearly catching them in time.

Desmond: alright @$$hole what's your game here?

035: "Aw~ can't we just have a nice chat? I am a people person after all."

Jacob: screw you! You nearly turned me into a walking corps for you to pilot!

035: "Touché now aren't we?"

Maria: ok... this is just getting werid even for us.

Malik: agreed.

Shaun: Don't even think about trying to mind control us either.

Rebecca: ya! We're elite b@#$, you can't touch us.

035: "I can see that. Many of you in the room currently each have the gift. The gift of the ancient Isu race. It would be a challenge... but who doesn't like a good challenge? Isn't that right Leonardo. Ah how good it is to see such a now famous face."

Leonardo: we've... met before?

035: "oh yes! 1487, you were invited by some of the richest Nobleman in the country of Italy to have one of you paintings displayed in an art gallery. I ran into when you were looking at some of the other art pieces inside. I recognized one of your works and complmented you on it. Remember?"

Leonardo: *nervously chuckles* I think you have the wrong painter, cause I would have certainly... remember. . .

Ezio: ... Leo?

Leonardo: . . .

Desmond: Uh Leonardo?

Leonardo: . . . *gently puts the metal tongs down onto the table and walks over behind Ezio, only to stare blankly at the mask in horror* . . . I remember you now.

Jacob: Wait! Wait! Hold up! So you have, actually met this family mask!?

035: "indeed he has! You know, Ezio your friend here was quite different from all the ither artist I meet that day. He's Cheerful, optimistic, smart, well rounded, open minded, greatly empathic and expressive, and very curious man by nature. He did actually almost uncovered my secret during our talk, that was how curious of a man you were. But Leonardo is also a chronic procrastinator, and very easily distractible. If I hadn't pointed out one of the paintings to you had done, Hehe, you might have actually uncovered my secrect long ago.

Ezio: Hey-! Wait... how did you know my-

Shaun: he can read minds Ezio, remember?

Leonardo: Mio dio...

035: That's my name! Well the name I prefer to be called by.

Malik: Dio?

035: Well actually it's more of D y o. Greak name. Ah the greaks and the Roman empire, such a marvelous time to be alive then. Right Alexios?"

Alexios: oh indeed it is! Quite a beautiful place!

Arno: Don't fuel the fire Alexios! It's trying to get inside your head by feeding you complements!

Shaun: Wait so were you actually made by greak Gods or-

Desmond: Shaun, buddy come on we've been over this. I still think he's secretly the black lord of Alagadda.

Shaun: yes but how on earth does Alagadda line up with the bits and pieces of information the foundation has on him so far?

Desmond: he's a big @$$ lier Shaun! You can't believe ever word that comes out his mouth.

Shaun: true but-

Connor: OK! Are we done here!?

035: "nope! And please you two do keep talking. I rather like this little side conversation about me~."

Jacob: f@#$ you.

035: "Aw~ is someone still mad about me?"

Jacob: yes!?!?

035: "Well I guess that makes two of you then."

Desmond: uhm, two?

035: "Yes, isn't that right... Kassandra."

Everyone in the living room turned and looked up to see Kassandra standing their with face of anger spread across it, lookimh stright down at the mask. Her staff of caduceus in her hands.

Alexios: sister?

Kassandra: . . . What. The hell. Is that damn maks. . . Doing in our house!?

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There will be more 😉

Stay tuned for the next part 👌

Happy New years guess! We made it to 2023!

I know this is late- but! I would still like to wish you all a happy New Year! 2023 is finally here and I can't wait to start the year on a good start!

🌙🥳🥳🥳🥳🌙

Assassin's creed - Fresh Prince of bel air headcanon

It was 12;01 in the assassin house hold, connor had gotten into a fight with his father yesterday about how his mother, after she had mysterious arrived in the future and decided to let her stay with them. After their heated argument, the other assassins all agreed that it was probably best to stay out of it and just hope they'd sort it out in the morning.

Conner was tossing and turning in his bed for about 3 hours straight, think about the fight he had with his dad. He sighed and decided that maybe he should go and talk with mom for some advice, so he got up and walked out of his room into the hallway to his mother's room.

When connor reach his mother he gave the door two knocks.

Ziio: who is it?

Conner: opens door* hey, mom listen I know it's late but we really need to talk.

Both Ziio and Haytham poke their heads out from under the sheets.

Conner: 0_0

Ziio: makes a nervous smile*

Haytham: 🤨

Conner: AAAAAAAHH!!! MOMMA NOOO!!!

Ziio: 😕 connor-

Conner: AAAH! *walks to the other side of the room* Momma HOo. YOU. HIM. HERE. HOo?? I NEED A MOMENT!

Connor: takes a set on a near by chair* sigh* I'm an adult... I can handle this... sigh* I'm ok... *slowly turns his head back to his parents*

Ziio: Nervously smiles*

Haytham: expressionless*

Conner: MOMMA NOOO!

Haytham: Connor will you keep it down!

Connor turns over at his father with any anger glare in his eyes, he walks over and points at him.

Connor: I'm not ready to talk YOU! yet young man!

Desmond and Altair come rushing into the room.

Desmond: what's going on we heard screaming?!

Ziio and Haytham: ...

Altair and Desmond: 0_0

Ezio rushes into the room.

Ezio: what's this a pajama party? Scotch over!

Ezio tries to run towards the bed, but Altair grabbed him by his thin t-shirt and pulled him back.

Rebecca and Shaun then came rushing in as well.

Shaun: what's going on? *sees Ziio and Haytham* ... Ew. *walks back to his room*

Rebecca: hey~

Haytham: ...

Connor: OK EVERYBODY OUT! I WANT YOU ALL OUT OF HERE!

Everyone walks out of the room and back to their rooms.

Connor: turns over to his parents* takes a deep breath* ok mom, I just want to let you know... that I am hurt and I don't think, that mothers are supposed to do... what... OH MY GOD I JUST GOT A MENTAL PICTURE!!!

Connor: hold both hand firmly on his head* GET IT OUT!!! *starts running back to his room while freaking out.

I hope you enjoy this headcannon of assassin's creed of bel air. I was originally gonna do Ezio, his mom, and his uncle mario but I found this version of it a little more funnier.

By the way I dare some on Tumblr to either draw this headcanon as a comic or animation, cause I wanna see that!

I also I'm might do more of these, except they'll all just be headcanons of duccio being thrown out of the house like Jazz everytime he did something stupid.

Duccio: AAAH! *lands face first on the yard*