I’ve Met A Lot Of People During My Time Online And Many Of Us Have Grown Apart But I Still Think Of

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The catttell 16 personality questionnaire

I was tagged by @pollyannisms.

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

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.

She listens closely hoping to understand what might happen, but yet still nothing happens. Seconds feel like hours, and she final stands up to peek through the small bullet proof window on the door.

"Hello, you are a man of science, correct? " It's appears to be a breached D class.

"Well, more like a lady of science but yes...why, what's it to you..." She looks at him suspiciously.

since Doctor Wondertainment is basically a parody of Willy Wonka, I hereby declare it’s canon that doctor Wondertainment’s father is a dentist who’s only anomalous ability consists of teleporting houses.

Touché... However!!! I couldn't help but notice the Wonka logo and the wondertainment logo are very similar. Coincidence? I think not!

Dr. Wondertainment is indeed in fact just Willy Wonka, I dare anyone to even TRY to change my mind.

I would like to make it known that I, Dr. Thompson, can now officially say that I can successfully use echolocation to navigate in the dark. No, I will not elaborate...

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!))

Remember children, Wash your hands and don’t touch your face! This is an easily dealt with situation, if handled correctly! If we all work together and practice good healthy habits, we can all stay safe!

Help me get custody of my 10-year-old younger sister, who is currently with a ped0phile. My full story. 

If possible don’t ignore this, 1 reblog can save her.