#grins -096
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scp 106 in the backrooms? idk what else to say tbh
He was bored. 106 didn't like how he had to be stuck in a Containment cell 24/7. He couldn't do anything like 049, he couldn't wander like 999, he couldn't be fed humans like 682 unless he hunted for them.
He didn't truly care for the humans nor other Anormalies- he had friends, sure, but he wouldn't be all too sad if the foundation or that GOC club thing managed to execute them. It was a lonely life, but the only life for him. He'd heard that quote on some show the researchers had watched at some point on one of his escapees.
That reminded him- why shouldn't he escape?
With a grin, he sank into the floor, ignoring the call of the PA system and the blaring red lights yelling his escape.
It was weird, getting through the many liquids they used to slow him down. He didn't like it. He couldn't walk through it like a wall. At least it didn't hurt him. At most it was an irritation- one that slowed him down further. He was slow enough as it was, goddamn It.
Either way, he wondered if any of his friends would hear the call of the containment breach and come find him and join the spree.
He just got out of the containment cell to see no humans here. Huh. They must have run. He grinned; it was silly that they thought they could escape him for long.
As he left he saw a few doors open. Some of his friends were out too. Nice. At some point he could meet up with them.
He began walking through the hallways, turning left and right and checking rooms, but even after half an hour he hadn't found friend nor does, human or anormaly. No matter; he could keep looking. He was a patient man. Or, humanoid.
He found one of the spaces he often found plenty of humans; but nobody was here. He thought there was something dangerous here, he felt on alert more than normal. And he'd already thought enough things were weird, but this was over the top.
Perhaps they'd all been murdered- who cleaned the bodies up?- , but it wasn't his fault. SCP-106 was confused. There wasn't many humans here at all anymore. Normally whenever he escaped humans clustered together in this specific spot. A so called "Safe Space". Maybe they had gotten smarter.
He sighed and started to create a portal into his dimension. He needed to think where to go. He couldn't do it here; there must be a live exposed wire, there was so much electricity in the air. Sinking into the ground feet first, he took a final glance around- was the floor darker than usual or was it his imagination?- and dropped in.
What the fuck was this? It was weird. Monotone yellow walls, buzzing lights that hurt his head, they were so loud! The floor was a dark carpet that looked damp in places, it reminded 106 of spilled spinal fluid. He didn't know what this was as it certainly wasn't his dimension. Perhaps the humans knew what this was?
Before going into his dimension he supposed he'd explore. Would be a good story to tell his friends later, when he returned.
Walking through, he winced at the squelch of the carpet. Yep, spinal fluid. Suprise, there weren't any humans here either. What did he expect?
Maybe it was the light making him go crazy, or maybe it was the lack of social interaction, but there seemed to be something... moving under the wallpaper. As he continued walking, he felt his vision go slightly blurry. Was that an effect of this anormalous place? He didn't know. He decided to ignore it; it couldn't be real! It couldn't, it couldn't.
He felt paranoia seep in. He knew what it was from 096's description. He hated it. For the first time, he felt empathy- for his friend who was constantly in this hellish world, at least mentally.
He kept thinking he saw stairs, just for them to disappear as he walked to them. It felt terrifying. Since when was there anormalous locations? Perhaps there always was, but he hadn't come across them. He wondered what the foundation's notes, the article for this place would be. This was kind of... well, lonely.
At least he couldn't die of starvation- or thirst- because there seemed to be a full set of zero food or water here.
Either way, it felt like he'd never escape this place without his powers. So he tried to create a portal; but it wouldn't arrive? There was nothing. He just felt tired.
He kept walking, finding some small space with a sign outside. He couldn't understand it- it seemed to be English, he couldn't read that!- but he understood the lettering. M-A-N-D-E-L-A R-O-O-M. Whatever that was, or how to pronounce it. He decided he'd call it the Sign Room. It was the only sign here, apparently.
He walked in and found it was a perfect square with some papers in the middle. He picked them up- he wasn't decaying them, which was weird. Like everything else here- but he understood the numbers, "0" and "1". There were a few words he understood from his friends helping him- "die", "creatures". He didn't understand the rest, though.
He left and decided to keep walking until his vision went blurry again. Did it mean something?
Perhaps now his powers would work. He decided to walk through a wall- the one he chose was oddly dark, like the floor had been when he came here. Maybe it meant he could return? Whatever it was, for the first time he was excited to return to the foundation. He stepped into the wall, and stepped out into a grey hallway...
But it was the wrong grey hallway.
The air tasted like an oil slick, from outside the foundation; it tasted of metal. He didn't like it much. He shivered and walked on. Be wanted to go home, to the foundation. Where he knew what everything was and who was there.
it wasn't as featureless as the pee-coloured place- which he'd call "Yellow", after the colour it was. There were a lot of puddles on the ground. He stepped around then and stayed away; he may be in a new space but that didn't mean he'd like the water.
He wondered what the "creatures" were, from those papers. He saw a broken crate and walked by, not thinking it was important.
He felt tired; he'd willingly go back to his cell at this point. He wasn't used to walking for hours on end.
Suddenly he caught sight of a human. He stepped towards them, wondering if they worked for the foundation. He decided to trust them. He would follow them, let them recontain him- as long as they got him out of here. He noticed they were oddly dressed- very formal. Perhaps a higher-up.
They were bent over a crate, un unopened one. They weren't moving; perhaps they were watching a bug or something. Humans were easily entertained, 106 knew that.
But he quickly decided to go against his trust for them as dread snuck into his mind. They didn't seem right. There was something off about them, he couldn't place his finger on it. His friends had called this the Uncanny Valley- normally only humans got it, but if an anomaly felt the effect something was SERIOUSLY wrong.
He stopped walking and cocked his head to the side- then he wondered why he thought it would make more sense at a 45° angle. He stepped back, letting his hands close into fists, waiting to see the signal to run or hide or fight. He did not believe this person was human anymore. It was obvious they weren't.
Slowly, slowly, they turned their head towards 106. Then he saw why he had felt so... not at ease, for lack of a better word;
They Had No Face.
Trembling, 106 steadied his footing and prepared to run. Whenever he hunted, he'd walk slowly- it felt much better and besides, it scared the prey.
But this time, he was the prey.
Turning to the side, he saw a small hallway with a corner. He hoped it didn't lead to a dead end and, seeing the entity step towards him, made a break for it.
It was terrifying- it hurt to run, he hadn't done so in years. He didn't dare stop, not even to attempt another portal- he just kept running. Around the corner. Through a door. Around a few more corners. Down a few hallways. Through another set of doors. He slammed the doors shut before running once more through a hallway.
Soon her came to a room. Slowing down, he saw a few crates that weren't opened. There was nobody around him, not even the person who chased him- if you could even call them a person. Taking a deep breath, he felt his heart rate calm down. He took a seat on top of one of the supply crates and turned his head warily around the room, looking for any movements.
Sighing, he finally relaxed as he stood, ready to attempt another portal. With a trembling hand, he reached to the ground next to a water puddle-
And jumped back as a hand reached out to grab him.
He was already up, already backing away, terrified that something was like him, getting out of a pocket dimension. More steps back, more worried glances around the room as some grey figure stepped up from the puddle just like he'd stepped up from his portals all those years.
But this one took the puddle with it. Shapeshifter, he thought, as he realised the entity was the puddle. Turning to another set of doors compared to the ones he'd entered through, 106 ran, feeling adrenaline carry him when no energy stepped up to bait.
At the foundation, no entity would harm another; but here, he felt they didn't follow such rules. He knew nothing, except that he needed to get out.
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Decided to draw my own interpretations of some iconic SCPs!
Notes about these depictions:
- I doodled up the rough idea for my SCP-173 design one day and I instantly grew attached to it. I LOVE how wonderfully horrid he looks XD
- The design I came up with for SCP-682 is heavily inspired by the Competitive Eschatology canon. I started with 682's "glorified" form (a leonine dragon with feathers, wings, quills and six eyes) and worked backwards from there. He's covered in sparse feathering and has a pair of bone fragments on his back where his wings used to be. I also was heavily inspired by Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist, whom 682 always reminded me of.
- This is actually the first time I've drawn SCP-096's face! I think I may have made him look a little too "cute" XD Also friendly reminder that his anomalous effects don't work in artistic renderings.
- Speaking of faces, I know there's no mention of SCP-999 having one, but I couldn't NOT give him one for maximum cuteness! I'm not too fond of the face everyone gives him, though, with the tiny mouth and all that. I much prefer the idea of him having a big goofy grin ^_^
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SCP and SCP P1
SCP AU BC I LOVE THEM AND I THINK IT LOWKEY FITS CORPSE (not in a bad way scps are rlly fucking cool)
tw: needles, blood
SCP-096 aka Corpse
Euclid
Will chase down and devour any victim who views its face.
SCP-939 aka Yn
Keter
A red quadrupedal predator who can mimic the voices of its victims.
Yn was strapped to a stretcher; her body hurt; her head hurt; everything hurt. She peered around and turned to face the doctors, who assured her that she was well and asked her to calm down. When a pink-haired girl remarked that Yn could fully trust her based on her aura, Yn took a deep breath and said, "Where am I?" " You're at the scp lab," the pink-haired female answered. Yn whimpered while tugging on the straps.
"sh sh you're ok Yn I'll take care of you, I promise, and I'm going to unbuckle you right now, but you have to be very calm with me, okay," Niki said. Slowly nodding, Yn glanced at the two other doctors: one was a tall, with brown hair who wore spectacles, and the other was a mean-looking, shorter bald man. "Hey Yn calm down that Jack and Wilbur they won't hurt you," Yn snarled as the bald one -Jack moved toward the pink-haired woman.
Yn's arm was grabbed by Jack as he rolled his eyes. When the straps were removed, Yn jumped up and growled as her skin started to turn red, her one pair of legs had changed into four long, red ones, spikes had sprouted from her back, and she had a long tail. Her head had also changed to resemble a dog, and she was now 7.2 feet tall (pic at the bottom). Yn didn't like being touched at all.
Yn turned and ran along the hallways, twisting and turning till she came to a stop in front of dark cage. She then carefully stepped towards the enormous cage and slowly sniffed at it as she calmed herself her 7'2 frame shrunk back to (ur height) If Yn had been in her Scp form, she could have sworn her tail would be wagging as she kept peeping into the glasses and watching as a man hurried past and into the back corner, one red eye stared back at her.
A different voice yelled, "Yn come on sweetie you can't be back here," causing Yn jump and turn around. Niki was standing next to a purple-haired girl with two black horns protruding from her head, and Yn whimpered and spun around to peer inside the cage. Niki approached her and said avoiding looking in, "That's SCP-096 or Corpse as he calls himself." Yn observed as Niki pressed a red button and asked, "Hey Corpse, how are you today?" "Who's that," a deep voice responded. Niki smiled while continuing to avoid looking at the SCP. "This is SCP-939 or Yn," Niki sprang back as she heard a thud on the glass.
Yn couldn't help but fixate on the man. Niki said, "Yn, come on, let's leave Corpse alone." Yn whined and glanced at Niki "If you behave for testing, I'll allow you visit, if that's okay with him." "I'm down," Corpse muttered as he examined the new SCP, a gorgeous SCP with e/c eyes and h/l h/c hair she was interesting. Yn twisted her head back to the Scp. He had curly black hair that fell into his face. A mask sat over the lower part and half of his face. The mask looked like a purple bunny.
Niki nodded and grinned, saying, "Come on, let's get this over with Yn." Yn instantly followed Niki, calling out, "Niki," while gazing at the girl. "Can you please tell me more about Corpse." Niki chuckled, "Corpse is a very special SCP," and flipped to the correct page in her notes. "Corpse will become upset, cover his face, and cry if anyone ever dares to look at his face. Soon after, he will begin hunting the victim with the intention of killing them. Regardless of whether they are locked or not, doors and elevators cannot stop Corpse because it will rip them open in order to catch up to the individual."
"How do you stop him?" Yn questioned. Niki frowned, "you can't. Corpse would stop at nothing to kill anyone looks at his face." Yn frowned, "don't worry Yn. I don't think he'll hurt you.... I think he likes you," Niki said with a smile to the girl. Yn blushed because of Niki's teasing, "he doesn't."
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The testing was simple enough—just a few needles, then Yn was made to enter her SCP form so they could test that—but as soon as anyone touched Yn, a huge bang would rock the lab, stopping everyone except Niki from working. Niki inquired, looking around, "you want to go visit Corpse now?" Yn wagging her tail as Niki petted her head. Yn nodded before standing up on her four legs.
Yn was almost like a shadow standing over Niki, if the person were 5'5 and the shadow was 7'2. Niki moved swiftly along the corridors. After entering Corpse's room while closely following him, Yn practically raced up to the glass, "Hey, pretty puppy." Corpse cooed, Niki carefully observed the two before pressing the button "Okay, here's what's happening Corpse, I'm going to leave you two, but you must behave and don't open the door," she said.
When Niki departed, Yn's form shrank back to normal and she was a girl again. She raced up to the control panel, picked up a mug to set on the intercom button, and then sat down in front of the glass. "Hey baby, how you doing, how was the testing? They didn't hurt you, did they?" he asked. "No, the lab would shake every time they touched me." Corpse smirked as Yn replied that, while he hadn't possessed that power, he had a friend who owed him a favour.
Yn grinned and said, "You're really pretty Corpse," "So are you, Yn," he said.
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Yn dozed off against the glass but awoke as the doors were flung open and a furious Jack came in, followed by Niki. "Jack, just leave them," Yn growled. "NO WHAT DO YOU WANT SCP-096 TO BREAK OUT SO THEY CAN GET IT ON AND HAVE MORE MONSTERS," Jack said. Niki cried, "YN NO CALM DOWN," as Yn got up, her blood boiling with rage. " You get back to your ca"-, Jack glared at Yn as he turned around. When Jack's gaze first landed on SCP-096's exposed face, everything stopped and the sound of wailing filled the room. When Yn glanced back, she saw the corpse sitting with his face covered and his shoulders shaking.
In an instant, Yn dashed to Niki, altered into her SCP form, and stood over her. The cage's glass broke as Corpse stepped through it, eyes fixed on Jack. Jack stumbled back and collided with Yn's legs who shoved him to Corpse. She then turned and sat in front of Niki. As Jack screamed, the sounds of Corpse's cries faded, and everything fell silent. Then, Yn felt a hand touch her back Yn instantly pulled away forcing herself back into her human form and hugged Corpse, cuddling up to him. Corpse joked, "we're definitely going to get in trouble for that."
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Wakko: Katie, who holds the record for the world's Fanta blech?
Katie Kaboom: Uh, that would be Zubi.
Wakko: All righty then. Who's the champion at sour patch kid swallowing?
Katie Kaboom: Zubi again
Wakko: Cruch bar crunching?
Katie Kaboom: Zubi
Wakko: Gumdrop gulping?
Katie Kaboom: Zubi
Wakko: Milky way munching?
Katie Kaboom: Still Zubi
Wakko: Donut devouring????
Katie Kaboom: Oh, uh, nobody. We never had a donut eating contest before
[Cut to a pile of donuts. "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" plays in the background. Zubi and Wakko face off at opposite ends of a massive pile of donuts on the table. They each have a determined expression on their face. They flex their hands to the beat of the music. Meanwhile, Katie Kaboom sits behind the couch, clearly worried.]
Katie Kaboom: I don't think this is such a good idea.
[Zubi grabs a donut and eats it straight out of its wrapper, leaving icing all over her chin. She slams the wrapper down and leers at Wakko, who yawns theatrically, then eats down a donut of his own and folds his arms defiantly. Zubi raises a hand with four donuts, which she eats down rapid-fire one after the other, then tosses the wrappers down and grins devilishly. Wakko stares back in amazement, his eye twitching. Then he swallows four of his own, swats away the wrappers, and grins at Zubi, a trifle insanely, breathing heavily. Cut to Katie Kaboom in the bushes, looking at one, then the other, like in a tennis match, as we hear comping from one side and then the other in rapid succession. Finally, Katie Kaboom sinks down in trepidation, and the camera switches back to Zubi and Wakko, who are slumped against the table, only one donut left in front of each of them. In extreme perspective, Zubi reaches for her final donut and shudders.]
Zubi: (groans)
[Zubi eats the snail down.]
Zubi: (belches)
[Zubi tosses the wrapper away and rests her head on her hands. Wakko looks uncertainly at his final donut. He picks it up, his belly bulging out over the edge of the table. The donut in his hands morphs into Katie Kaboom.]
Donut Katie Kaboom: I told you this wasn't such a good idea!
[Wakko gags. In slow motion, he throws the donut up in defeat and collapses backward onto the ground. His arm falls limply against the floor. In regular speed, the donut lands on the table . Cut to an overhead view of Wakko lying on the ground. The camera slowly zooms out to show the large pile of donut wrappers next to him.]
Katie Kaboom: [voiceover] Thus did the pupil surpass the teacher
Wakko: [voiceover] You've been hanging around with the flame again, haven't you?
096:That's hilarious at the end. X)
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Are there any nicknames or whatever they're called you are okay with being called? Can I call you dude or would that get me 096'd?
The stag stares daggers for a moment before pressing to make his grin a little wider so as to cover the look of wanting to maim
"...The name is Alastor-- dude."
He says this particular word with finger quotes followed by a mess of static between his teeth and a wiping of his hands as though he had just touched something filthy
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Rejected And Loosing It (Scenarios) SCP 049-J X Female Reader
[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a new chapter this one being a Vote and The Request in which SCP 049-J and how is being more or less a crack head XD my version of it!]
[This Was Requested off Of Wattpad: By Jellyfish_Lover48
(SCP 049-J) (Crackhead)
(SCP 049-J's POV)
She was so beautiful so stunning so everything. But she told me she was engaged already.... I laughed manically and then she left the room. Oh my sweet little patient you think I let something like your sham of an engagement get in my way oh no. I will kill every man I see! Until he is Gone! After All I am the cure!! I can cure anything! I dug into my bag and spoke to the guard.
"I am the cure." I say.
"Yeah?" He asks and I pull out my trust shoe.
"Yes and I have the cure." I say and he looks at me. "That is just a shoe."
I grinned behind my mask. "No it is the cure!" I say and tackle him smashing his brain in.
"There he is cured of loving my (Name)!" I say and escpae.
I found someone mopping the hall and chuck the shoe at their head and start pecking their eye out.
"You have been cured to! Off to cure more!"
And so I did curing them in many different ways.
Then I found her holding a man close and I screamed and tackled him ripping out his tongue and eyes and cutting off his hands. He screamed in pain and I laughed like a mad ma.
I turn to my love who is back away in other horror.
"I am the cure my dear and I will cure you of these feelings for another man!" I say and kiss her deeply.
I was the cure and I will kill cure her! hehehehehehe~!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chaoter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy!]
Please Vote for your top five you want to see first
1: SCP 014 Statue Man
2: SCP 035 Mask
3: SCP 049 Plague Doctor
4: SCP 049-J The moron Plague Doctor
5: SCP 073 Cain
6: SCP 076 Able
7: SCP 079 Old AI
8: SCP 096 Shy Guy
9: SCP 106 The Old Man
10: SCP 173 The Sculpture
11: SCP 682 Big indubitable lizard
12: SCP 939 Voice One
13: 993 The Clown
14: 1486 Benny the f up baby
15: 2030 Laugh guy XD
If you have any SCPS you want me to add as yanderes comment bellow and now onto what doctors you will work with
Vote for your top 3
A: Dr. Kondraki
B: Dr. Gears
C: Dr. Jack Bright
D: Dr. Simon Glass
E: Dr. Iceberg
F: Dr. Alto Clef
Comment the three you want and stay sexy everyone!]
Also should there be A d class story with a d class read (yes or no) with (male or female reader)
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SCP Scenarios: When their kids say their names for the first time (REQUESTED)
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(Sources - Pics: SCP 073 | SCP 076-2 | SCP 999 | SCP 682 | SCP 049 | SCP 035 | SCP 096 | SCP 105 | SCP 106 | Dr Glass | Dr Bright | Dr Clef | Dr Kondraki)
Requested by:@katnotmore123
(Yes I'm using the gender pronoun for the child as them, but feel free to replace them to female/male)
(C/N) = Child's Name
SCP 073 (Cain)
Cain was parenting your child while you were conducting tests with the researchers. He held his child in his arms as they gazed into his eyes. "Hello, there (C/N)" Cain spoke softly as he smiled. Your child tried to repeat the same phrase. After a few tries, you returned back into your shared room and was welcomed by both of them. Until suddenly... "I-I'm (C/N)" your child spoke. The both of you looked at each other with shock and looked back at your child. "Sweetie can you repeat that?" you asked as you kneeled down to pick them up. "(C/N)" your child spoke. Cain smiled and grinned and kissed your head gently.
SCP 076-2 (Abel)
Abel was playing peek a boo with your child as you were resting after a long day of life. Your child started to cry so he gently had them in his arms and rocked them until they had quieted down. "Hey, there little (C/N), how are you today?" Abel asked softly. Never in your life had you imagined Abel talking as soft as he had, let alone have a child. Cain and Iris couldn't believe it when you told them so you gave them a video proof to them one time. They were shocked, happy and somewhat mortified as one would be. Your child tried to repeat after their dad, but they can only get a grip on a few syllables. "(C/N)" you'd child said cautiously. This stunned both of you as you both looked at each other with tears eyes and a wide smile. You both tried to get them to say it again so you could film it.
SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)
You were sat down with your child in your arm as 999 went to get you both something to eat. 999 came out with a plate of pancakes and waffles with some chocolate sauce on top as your child began to stare at the confectionery item (ik it's an odd way of saying it but idk how to describe pancakes and waffles at 11pm ok?). You both giggled as you kindly spoke "(C/N), want something to eat?" to which 999 smiled even more cheerfully. A man walked past you and smiled. You smiled back as he spoke. "What's your child's name?" he asked sincerely. "(C/N)" your child spoke which shocked all of you as it's the first time they spoke a word. The man smiled and introduced himself before making his way to work
SCP 682 (Hard to destroy reptile)
A guard took you in for some test as 682 stayed behind to look after his young child. The child was only around 2-3 years old and has made a few sounds on some syllables. "Don't you worry (C/N), your mother will be back soon" 682 spoke. The child tried to copy what he was saying and had only grasped a couple of words. The first was "mama" and the latter was their own name. Much to his dismay, 682 was shocked and was left wide-eyed. You finally came back after hours and was greeted by the two. Your child screamed "Mama" which surprised you as they've never spoken a proper word. Then they pointed at themselves and said "(C/N)" to which you were in tears of happiness. 682 curled up around the both of you as you both slept soundly.
SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)
The plague doctor had helped you teach your child to speak a few words since last week. It was a miracle that they can catch some short words in such a short amount of times. Like most other children, your child was no exception to say "mama" and "papa". Some of the other words your child had suddenly said was "no", "yes" and "why" which humoured both of you. It was until n9ow, that your child, (C/N), spoke out of nowhere. They were watching some kid-friendly videos on the iPad to which they said, "(C/N)". This of course surprised both you and 049 as they've only spoken a few words over and over again for the past week. You both looked at each other and smile in awe.
Dr. Glass
It wasn't out of the ordinary that Simon Glass would be good with children. It was bound to his blood and it amplified, even more, when he became a psychologist. Some would say that Dr. Glass would be the mother hen between the both of you, not overly protective mind you. That's only because 1, he's a psychologist, so he's an absolute pro when reading people's body language and the way they speak, and 2, he's the father of your child, so he would know the child well and if anything goes wrong, he'd be the first to know besides you. The young child was watching some cartoon and their name happens to be on the show, which was such a coincidence. The child was trying to repeat after the cartoon characters and managed to blurt out "(C/N)". Simon smiled happily as he heard as you watched at the back while doing your paperwork. You glanced up and took a picture of the 2 as Simon tried to get your child to repeat their name again.
Dr. Bright
It wasn't difficult to get your child giggling and talking when Bright was around. This is because of his goofy personality. Every time he comes home, he would avoid talking about his work and focus solely on the both of you. He doesn't want this to bother any f you and when he has something on his mind, he would either take a long shower, do his paperwork for hours or even go to bed early. You would have to relax him which is usually done when you stroke his hair and your child would storm cry to the point you both would have to get up and check on them. Bright would make funny faces and speak childishly and they would repeat in return. It was no surprise that your child was intelligent. They had inherited this through Jack. One day, you sat on the sofa with (C/N) in your arms and Jack was doing his paperwork as per usual. "(C/N)" your child said. This sparked some surprise to the both of you as you both wouldn't have guessed that your child would be able to speak coherently at such a young age. Jack got up and decided to join in and get them speaking again.
(Sources - Pics: SCP 073 | SCP 076-2 | SCP 999 | SCP 682 | SCP 049 | Dr Glass | Dr Bright)
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Alexey had been hesitant about the offer for them to bathe together. It was not a lack of wishing to spend time with Celeste after a hard day's work of jumping through red tape to contain the situation at hand.
It had simply been insecurity. Worry.
Even in their more intimate moments, low lighting and continual movement had hid the damage done decades ago when the fiery radiation kissed his skin and sunk its teeth in. But in the harsh bathroom lighting? In a moment where the duo could sit at ease and allow themselves a true moment away from it all? There was no hiding what had happened. Not as the director's soft fingertips traced along the sporadic blossoms of mangled flesh. Each touch caused Alexey to shudder, almost wince even as there was no pain. He had lost the last bits of sensation along the scarring ages ago. It was more a reaction to the memories that surfaced. Smoke choking him as glossy eyes watched the flesh of his comrades bleed and melt, twisting into a form beyond recognition. Flames dancing high and enveloping every visible inch of the reactor's housing until all that remained was its vibrant glow. The sirens drowning behind the ghastly wails of civilians in the town nearby.
' What happened...? '
The question pulled Alexey back to the warm bathroom and the gentle caresses of his partner. Icy eyes glanced toward her with uncertainty. With fear.
"Back... A long time ago now—When I was just let back out to live my life. I was, eh... twenty-something. Had nothing left. So, I joined the government's volunteer firefighter program since it was all I could really do. I was stationed in Pripyat, 1968... when—" He paused, letting the date linger between them as a hesitancy to even speak the plant's name washed over him. "—the Chernobyl incident happened. Frontline. On the scene before they knew what had really happened, or before they felt the care to tell us."
Another pause, accompanied by a low sigh as he tried to fight the lingering taste of metal on his tongue. He grimaced, shaking his head.
"The radiation caused those. All of them. The flames never touched me. Never touched any of us, really. Only when our bodies dropped and our comrades had to move on without. I uh... I am one of few who managed to fight it off. It changed a lot about me. More than just the scarring."
And, in true Alexey fashion, he glanced toward Celeste again and cracked a weak grin in attempt to lighten the severity of their conversation. Offset the horrors the recollection brought.
"I used to have brown eyes, you know. How funny is that? Just like dear Roman's. They've been blue longer than they have been brown."
Celeste was careful around the old scars. Her fingers brushed over them with a measured sense of gentility, all featherlight strokes as she spread suds across his skin. The texture was rough and uneven beneath her hands and she found herself worrying for what caused them. All her years studying anomalies and their effects and she seemingly could not place the cause. She’d seen living flesh be devoured by the corrosive effects of SCP-106, the weathering of skin under the remnants of 682’s hydrochloric acid, the marred and mutilated remains of SCP-096’s victims shredded and half-devoured. But nothing came close to these, faded as they were. They were burns. Of that much she was certain.
She was quiet for a while as she traced over them, mindful of his shuddering and his flinching. She tried to soothe him with the feeling of her forehead resting against his, her soft words in his ear mumbled lowly, warmly. She kissed his cheek, but when it did not seem to help then at last she asked. And she heard, and she listened, and she felt. Each word gave her pause, her hands trembling against his body as he recalled with agony the sensation of invisible fire searing his skin, bubbling it up, devouring him. She was quiet as she held his face, looking him over with kind eyes. Understanding eyes. She nodded as she heard him, trying so hard to radiate warmth that might banish the fear from his eyes. But it never faded, and her heart twisted at the sight.
"I used to have brown eyes, you know. How funny is that? Just like dear Roman's. They've been blue longer than they have been brown." He said, his voice almost trembling. Celeste was quiet for a moment as he regarded them, the color like ice. Like winter frost. Like radioactive ash raining down from a reactor’s explosive death. Dangerous. Burning cold. But stunningly beautiful all the same.
She held his cheeks, tilting her head as she stared into them, seeing fire and death and panic and her lover. Alexey. Beautiful, strong, wonderful Alexey. The survivor. The grandfather. So afraid. “Well… I quite like the color. Maybe it wasn’t your choice, but… I think it a beautiful testament to you.” She paused, her hand sliding from his cheek and down his neck to rest on his shoulder. “You changed. You’ll never be the same. You’ll never be able to see things the same way either. Some might call it damage. Some may call it a negative side effect of what you have been through. And it is. I will not take that from you. But to focus only on the color of your eyes or your scars? That feels foolish. Different as parts of you are… it is the whole of you that matters. And it is still beautiful to me. I love all of you. Even the parts that have changed. Even the parts you hate. Even the parts you fear. I adore it. All of it, all of you.” She punctuated her statement with a soft kiss to his shoulder, then a line of kisses down the slope of it towards the nearest scar. Her lips with smooth and silky against the the rugged flesh of the old wound. She looked up at him.
“What you have been through, no one should have to go through. No one should have suffered the way you have. And I am sorry you were, exposed to such evil. Such pain.” She rested her head against him, her arms curling around his back to draw him closer. “But… I am glad you survived. I’m glad you were strong enough to live through it. I am glad you are here now. I am glad you were here to tell me your story. I’m glad you survived it all so that we could find each other. You have not healed completely from all that had happened, of that I know. And I think you know it too.” She moved to find his hand with hers, fingers brushing over his and slipping into the gaps between his own. “I will not let you suffer alone anymore. I am here now. I cannot say I know all that you feel, all that you have been through… but I will make the effort to understand it. And I will do everything I can to help you. To remind you that you are loved, no matter how you feel. No matter what you remember. No matter what you’ve been through or how broken you feel. I love you. All of you.”
She pressed one final kiss to the corner of his lips, her free hand caressing his cheek as she regarded his eyes one last time with an adoring smile. Then, she pulled him close for a hug. A strong one. A warm one. One that told him she would not give up and she would not let him go. No matter how bad it began to hurt, no matter what ghosts haunted him like the scars of his exposure to radiation, she would be there. She would not leave him. They would fight his demons from Chernobyl together, no matter what form they came in.
#// not is crying over Chernobyl today-#ineffablemuses#[ alexey and celeste tbt. ]#{ rising royalty verse }#ask : is this what you wanted#mutual : all of my best friends#( m : celeste jones // the eighth overseer )
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096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project?
(( Tyken has Autism\ADHD. And is mentally many a few decades behind everyone as time is passing frighteningly quick past them. And will oftentimes not catch irony and sarcasm directed at them. They’re a bit impulsive, impatient, and disorganized. Not to mention scatterbrained.
With a good posture and a straight back, they walk with a peppy bounce in their step. Always just a moment away from dancing or doing a twirl whenever the mood strikes them. They might use a cane to walk with from time as they have a small limp from having two different anatomical structures in their legs.
Their face sometimes sports an unnaturally large grin on their face from shapeshifting miscalculations. They don’t blink unless it’s on purpose and their irises are pinpricks that won’t expand. They use some theater cues to project their body language. They often write in their note book just to remind themself of important things. If it doesn’t get written, it will be forgotten. When they’re unsure or thinking they tend to bite on something or their fingers.
They giggle. A Lot. Even at inappropriate times. They can’t really help it.
And they think being overly chipper, ‘’polite’’ and over-enthusiastically supportive is a replacement for social skills.
The energy they project is; Your silly, rich, distant, but overy friendly uncle figure who’s mentally stuck in the 1920′s.
(( Erik is autistic, but he’s a lot better at understanding jokes, irony, sarcasm, and social cues than Tyken could ever dream of understanding. Just don’t get him started on his special interests; Art theory\history, and Christian religious history. He can think of pulling out a 7 page essay, font Times New Roman size 11, if he feels his conversation partner is receptive to it.
Erik is a ca 10.5 foot tall, square jawed, broad shouldered, muscular giant. And his voice is a deep bass, talking slowly and with purpose.
To Erik, words are important, one shouldn’t waste them. At least he shouldn’t. He’s quiet most of the time, but blunt. Straight to the point if he doesn’t have a lot to say. Erik is more likely to observe what goes on around him than he is participating.
But he likes to make flowery descriptions and words when he does have something to say. To paint a scene with his words. Eloquence is important to him. Which makes it worth repeating; words are important, don’t waste them. And they’re not wasted when painting the atmosphere in the light and colors you want.
While his back might be straight, Erik moves by dragging his feet along. He’s in no rush. His eyes darts around to look at and appreciate the sights and the aesthetically pleasing, making sure he takes it all in. He’s in no rush, it’s just the world that is. He lounges on a couch and loves nothing more but to sit there for hours with a good book. One might say he’s a little lazy, he’s not going to disagree; you can have your opinions.
The energy he projects: A giant beef cake who happens to like showing off his washboard, while the same time a well read but quiet and serious individual. Takes his sweet time. ))
#(( I feel I could have said so much more and aren't sure if I'm completely sold with this#but sometimes it just gotta be good enough ))#Anonymous
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Dating SCP headcannons (Not dirty just cute dating 🧡)
999
He first met you and thought you were beautiful. He thinks that about everyone so you didn’t think much of it.
You made him feel warm and gooey (get it) inside.
He brought you roses, drawings, anything he thought you like, he would somehow get it.
Unlimited cuddles.
He told you when he was sitting in your lap.
“Hey, uh... Y/N?
“Ya 999?”
“Y-Your really cool... and I feel... cozy with you... why do I feel like this with you... but no one else?”
“999 I think you have a crush on me.”
“Is... Is that okay?”
“Yeah. That means you wanna date me.”
“.... can I date you?”
“Yes”
Kisses which made his goop stick to you but you never minded.
He never lets you leave him alone unless he needs to help someone else or you promise to see him after.
He loves you.
035
He met you because you tried to make him try to keep a host for longer period so he wouldn’t need to many hosts.
He suprusingly agreed.
If you kept interviewing him.
When you came in a week later he had the same host.
He grew attached.
Especially when you put your mic and clipboard away and asked how he was.
No one had asked that.
This was your thing.
Going through questions quick then making up your own questions.
You let him do mini preformanses and never interrupted.
He confessed during questioning.
“May I ask a question?”
“We aren’t don’t yet.”
“Just one. Then I’ll refrain.”
“Okay.”
“Do you have a special one in your life?”
“Like... a crush?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah... he’s awesome.”
“Who is it?”
“You said one question!”
“One more?”
“UggHhh! Your lucky I like you..”
“Oh it’s me?” (He had a cocky grin)
“SH!T”
“I love you too Y/N.”
You were relieved and so was he.
Hugs.
He can’t kiss you properly so you do it.
Instead he nuzzles into your neck.
He needs you.
682
At first he thought he was sick.
Then thought he was allergic to you.
Multiple SCPS told him he was in love but refused to believe it.
Him love a human? The thought made him want to barf.
But at the same time the thought of you made him want to kill everything, even himself, if that’s what it took to please you.
When 079 told him he believed it.
When you came to see him again he told you.
“Be my mate.”
“What?”
“Be. My. Mate.”
It wasn’t even a question but you gladly agreed.
He’s overprotective.
When you agreed he became more calm.
The foundation added more to his cell and added livestock to see what he would do.
He killed animals and brought them back for you.
He acted proud like a dog who brought back food for the pack.
You would kiss his forehead and he would get weak in the legs.
You had him wrapped around your finger and he loved it.
You loved him.
He was addicted.
049
He thought if he ever did love they would be cured of the disease.
But you weren’t.
To him you had it... but he could never bring himself to kill you.
You made him feel sick.
He asked 035 about it (who was talking about these urges and feelings beforehand.)
035 told him he was in love.
035s girlfriend came in so 049 got out of there before they kissed.
He couldn’t believe it. Him in love? With someone with the pestilence? It seemed impossible
He confessed to you.
And you didn’t expect what he said.
(This next ones different he’ll be in italics)
“I sense the Disease in you.”
“Oh...”
“But I cannot bring myself to cure you...”
”Why?”
“I... I think I am in love with you...”
“Oh... well. Good thing I return your feelings.”
“Really? Yay..”
You both simply give small ‘I love yous’ to eachother.
He isn’t big on real interaction other than small hugs.
He dose cuddle you.
He’ll sit you on his lap while he reads and wrap his arm around you.
He puts his head on your shoulder and you both read the book.
He never thought he’d love someone with the pestilence but you proved him wrong.
And he’s glad you did. 
106
He knew he liked you when he met you.
No one could compare
He told you in the first week Of knowing you.
(106 is in bold)
“Y/N! Date me!”
“What?”
“You heard me woman!”
That made you laugh and you agreed.
He’s overprotective.
You guys cuddle on his throne. 
He doesn’t kiss you. He licks you.
He says he likes to see you blush and hide your face.
He loves you and everyone at the foundation knows.
No one dares to get to close.
No ones touching his princess.
096
You were more caring then other foundation staff.
Everyone avoided him at all costs but you comforted him and asked if he was okay.
You taught him how to talk, and read.
Even showing him how to draw someone.
He loved how you were patient with him not understanding.
Other people tried to teach him but got mad. You never did.
He learned basics, not full sentences.
One day you went into his cell and what happened shocked you.
(His sentences are like this)
“Okay 096 I have some more books for us today. I think you’ll like them.”
“Made... drawing....”
You took the drawing and it was of him and you, holding hands with a heart about your heads.
“It’s so cute!”
“You... pretty... love.... you....”
“Really? Wow... I think I like you too. No one will believe this, but... do you trust me...? Like to see your face... if not I get i-“
Before you could finish he grabbed the bottom of your face and made you look at his face.
You smiled and kissed his forehead.
When foundation staff found you looking at his face they made you move in to keep him calm.
They studied you two together.
You both never cared.
You had each other.
That’s all you cared about.
173
When you first saw him you hugged him.
His arms were outstretched so you felt like it was the law.
People called you mad but you didn’t care. The other D-class pulled you away.
For that you kept your eyes shut and you heard 2 snaps.
You were paralyzed.
Then felt cold arms around you.
You opened your eyes and saw 173.
“Sorry babe. Can’t really wrap my arms around ya.”
You laughed.
The foundation was surprised.
173 didn’t snap your neck?
When you tried to leave, he snapped the guards necks. Then pulled you back in.
“Sorry. Your the only person who’s been nice to me so I’m not letting ya leave.”
Soon the ‘sexy statue’ fell hard for you.
You were never alone.
You were the one who confessed.
“Hey 173?”
“Yeah?”
“Uhh... look... I like you. A lot.”
“Thank god. I thought I was alone. Now get over here. I want cuddles.”
You laughed and hugged him.
No one could make you guys separate. Yeah he could never move with you looking but you trusted him.
The closest he got to snapping your neck was hugging you.
He cared for. A lot.
ITS DONE! IT TOOK 4 HOURS BUT ITS DONE!
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2 things, I feel like its been guessed but is roe a reaper? I mean the euphoric feeling after killing someone and a voice in his head who tells him to keep doing it makes it seem like it, but onto part 2 of this SUPERSTITION WAS AMAZING, I was enthralled every minute of the book, im so happy I looked into it, and thank you for writing such a great book that I haven't wasted hours of my life on, your a great writer and I'm excited to see what season 2 has in-store!!!!
Oh one more thing I forgot 😬, is Zillah more like scp 096? Or more like scp 106? I kinda feel like 096, er, the crying man since he seems more weird and less humanoid, and can pull off a devilishly good "cartoonish" grin.
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I’m oh so glad you enjoyed it! And concerning the guesses about Roe, I’m not saying anymore because I’m just going to give it away if I do lmao. As for Zillah, I would say his spirit form is more closely related to scp 096 for the reasons you pointed out though with the obvious differences.
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Fluffy prompts 096
I took in Marcus’s bruised face and knuckles and groaned. “Another fight?”
“He was asking for it,” he said sullenly, “he was saying thngs about you and about Father.”
Of course, he was. Antony and I had power, but we also had a lot of enemies. And while we protected our children as best as we could, there was only so much we could do.
“Father and I are adults, we can look out for ourselves,” I told him, “so no more fights please?”
Marcus nodded and quickly hurried away, though I was sure he was agreeing to placate me and that this would not be the last time he came home covered in bruises. After all, he was Antony’s son.
I said as much later that night when the children were asleep and Antony and I were tangled together in our bed. “Marcus got in another fight. I think we need to come up with a punishment.”
“For defending his mother’s honor?” Antony asked, his hands running down my sides, “that is a little harsh, he is a child, doing what he thinks is right. I started fights for much less noble reasons at his age.”
I rolled my eyes. “I am not sure you are the best example. You ran wild at his age.”
Antony grinned at the memory. “I did.” He rolled us so that he was on top of me, smiling down at me with a look that was both heated and jovial. “But you like my wild side.”
“We aren’t talking about you,” I reminded him, “we are talking about our–” Antony cut off the words I was about to say by pressing his mouth against mine, his hands sliding between my legs, effectively ending the conservation.
#playchoices fanfic#a courtesan of rome#antony x portia#marc antony x mc#for the glory of rome#mature#fluffy drabble
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character questions: 33, 63, & 96
100 character development questions
033. do they keep their promises?
d will certainly wholdeheartedly try to keep his promises, but that doesn’t always mean he’ll be successful. he does find it kind of touching when people even trust him enough to want him to make a promise in the first place, though, so he does try.
063. how well does your character handle difficult people?
lmao he doesn’t. he just stops talking to them and ghosts them.
when he’s working though, he does basically the same thing any other retail employee would do. just grin and bear it and do his job and no, sharon, sorry we don’t accept those coupons anymore, yes of course go ahead and ask the manager.
096. how do they move and carry themselves? what energy do they project?
in a word? lethargically.
the way he speaks, moves, carries himself– he almost always seems totally exhausted, and probably looks it, too. there are dark bags under his eyes, he yawns all the time, he has the body language of a drowsy cat.
anything else (like confidence, happiness, etc) is basically overshadowed by how he generally looks like he could just pass out at a moment’s notice.
he kind of is tired all the time, but he actually has a lot of difficulty sleeping.
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I'm gonna be honest, I saw the little submission message and my first thought was "please don't let it be a dick pic" hahaha Also OMG I haven't thought about my fav boogeyman in ages! I totally remember your blog, too, it was all such a fun part of the whole Slender-craze of the early '10s. I'm actually really amazed that you went through so much effort to try and connect with me. Amazed and a little flattered.
What can I say? The Gentlemen, Calbadaoth, The Tall Man, The Grinning Man, The Mothman, SCP 096, The Pale Man, Pinhead, The Slender Man? they're all nice Brohemians just like me & my Bruddys in Bostonia were
The Thin Man used to scare me but now?
Yeshua The Thin Wan will rise, woohoo!
BRB BASEBALL BAT
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096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project?
Welll… for his energy, Khorijin is basically a (permanently tired looking) puppy/guard dog >_> he’s sweet and cute and easily made happy, if people are being cool and nice. He loves affection and head pats, but he’s extremely protective as well, and relentlessly giving – though he is trying not to make it at the cost of himself. ..Trying being the operative word.
How he carries himself depends on his mood, and how confident he’s feeling or not. If he’s happy, he’ll be all smiles and anywhere from pleasant tail swishing to happy wiggling to excited wagging. He’s also very affectionate; sometimes he’ll lean against people (especially if people is Aradai – or sometimes his tribesmate, Eltana), if Khojin or Ajisal are nearby, he gets huggy or drapes around them. If he’s confident, he stands straight with body language to match, if he’s being a cocky little shit, his tail will wiggle and he’ll grin and flash fangs, and sometimes – once in a while – even bounce on toes. … If he’s feeling the need to act tough or confident however, he’ll puff up and sometimes scowl, depending on how poorly the situation is going. He’s… trying to learn to seem confident, even when he’s not feeling it, though – so it’s getting more genuine.
When he’s uncomfortable or nervous or sad, it shows too – his posture will droop or slouch and sag, or he’ll even hunch up defensively. His tail will go very still, the opposite of happy and animated, and curl in close and he’ll decidedly avoid eye contact. He’s always doing something with his hands – he doesn’t know how to just relax, but if he’s nervous and uncomfortable (at least when both hands are fully functioning), he’ll fidget with things. Particularly his bracelets; either Enqdai’s or Aradai’s depending on how much self comfort he needs.
And of course, when he is angry – well, it depends. It can go from just scowling and avoiding talking/eye contact, to snapping and sniping and making rude comments – to outright threatening and growling and snarling, his tail lashing and the spines at the base of it clattering in the way they do. It’s hard to make him that angry though, honestly. He’s usually fairly easy to talk down…. unless you hurt his loved ones – oor look like you have. ..Then good luck.
#ask meme#writing#khorijin bayaqud#thank you!#that got long...#..... i hope it answered the question tho!
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anonymous sent: 096 & 100 / 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
𝟎𝟗𝟔. how do they move & carry themselves ?? what energy do they project ??
depends on where he is & who he’s with. most of the time he just projects “ energetic child ready to learn about the world & battle at the drop of a hat ” . he walks with a pep in his step, back straight, eyes bright & taking in everything, old & new alike. there’s a furrow to his brow that combined with his eager gaze can only be interpreted as the determination of a battler.
in the midst of battle, particularly official, he projects “ seasoned trainer with nearly a decade’s worth of experience under his belt ” . his jaw is set, even when he’s grinning, that same determination of a battler showing in the furrow of his brow, but his eyes are sharper, watching for openings ; if you look close enough you can practically see the cogs in his mind turning as he thinks of strategies & move combinations on the fly, adjusting his methods as the battle progresses. his movements are as dramatic as his attacks, raw energy & power behind every wave of his arm, every stomp of his foot, every lurch of his body ; it almost looks like a performance.
around those younger than him, especially children, he projects “ fun big brother who’s eager to teach & share & wants to protect those around him ” . his face is softer, his movements gentler, his voice a little quieter, which in satoshi’s case just means what others would consider a normal volume. he bends to brace his arms on his knees or squats down to be closer to eye - level with the younger kids, particularly when it’s important to him that they hear what he has to say. he tends to mirror the energy of those he’s with, matching the level for their comfort, raising the level on his end when he wants to encourage them into getting excited about something.
when going up against a criminally aligned gang, he projects “ champion who’s fought gods on equal footing & won, who’s dealt with criminal organizations throughout his entire trainer career & has foiled every one of their plans, helped bring down nearly every single gang, & has protected the world from the likes of them for years & refuses to slip up now, & who may be carrying around the righteous fury of a god in his heart ” . he moves very similar to how he is in battle, but there’s no grin. his dramatic movements are controlled, less a performance more that being the best way of getting his adrenaline out short of physically attacking the enemy himself. his eyes are still sharp, still looking for openings, still working out adjustments to his strategies, but there’s anger there, too, a kind that never shows up during trainer v trainer battles.
𝟏𝟎𝟎. does your character dream ?? if so, what do they dream about ??
satoshi doesn’t dream often anymore, or at least he doesn’t usually remember his dreams, but his dreams are usually vivid & very real - seeming, even if certain things don’t add up in hindsight, often leaving him unable to discern whether or not it really happened upon waking.
when he was young, he often had dreams in which he headed league / region - scale events, as well as dreams of what he imagined being a pokemon trainer was like. as a child, he never had nightmares ; he had a few upsetting thoughts, but hanako always managed to ease his mind enough that they never manifested in his dreams. after starting his journey, however, he had a nightmare on the very first night, about the onisuzume that attacked him & pikachu. it reoccurred the next night & then went away, replaced instead by dreams of competing in the sekiei league & winning it ; when on his journeys, & especially when nearing a league, his dreams always shifted to playing out the training & battles that were to take place in the future, though they never did the real thing justice.
after the battle against the legendary bird trio, the battle against the unknown, against vicious, against zanner & lion, against butler & the fake groudon, against deoxys, & after the events at the tree of beginning, the events at akusha, at alamos town, within the reverse world, in unova, in kalos, & so many other battles & events alike, satoshi has had at minimum three restless nights of nightmares, not always being able to wake up to break the dream & simply wait for the sun to rise. these nightmares are often simply replays of the stressful & traumatic events that he’s experienced, though some have morphed into versions of events in which things went for the absolute worst ; these near always involve him simply being helpless to stop the events unfolding. though nightmares have yet to stick around more than a week, there have been multiple times when similar events or even sometimes just lengthy mentions / discussions of these events have triggered for the nightmares to return, but he’s usually been able to shake them off in less than a week.
he’s never confided in anybody about his nightmares other than pikachu, who often is the one to offer comfort & peace when satoshi does wake in the middle of the night. there’s people who are aware of his nightmares, such as takeshi, & by extension kasumi, & kukui & burnet, both inescapable due to the former traveling with him for years & the latter living in the same house as him for over a year, but satoshi never actually talked about the nightmares with them, just let them keep him company until he calmed down
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