#so true 035

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[wolveria]

The Raven's Hymn - Ch 48

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: “Took you long enough.”

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After you looted what you could of the armory—more water bottles, granola bars, a pair of barely-used combat boots, a pistol, and a tactical shotgun—you were ready.

“Do you know how to use that,” 079 asked as you holstered the pistol into a gun belt clipped around your waist. Even with only a single tone, the computer SCP still managed to sound both mocking and unbothered.

You fumbled a little as you picked up the shotgun and began to feed it 12-gauge shells.

“Sure. I’ve watched American TV shows.” Your lips pressed together hard enough to ache. “And I’m done dealing with 035’s shit. I see him again, it’s on sight.”

You slid the last shell into place with a satisfying snap.

“Please refrain from any self-inflicted gunshot wounds until after you retrieve SCP-682.”

“I shall do my best.”

The laptop bag across your chest, with as many boxes of shotgun shells loaded into the stock bags as possible, and the actual shotgun slung across your back, you were starting to feel like a regular pack mule.

“If I survive this, I’m going to be in the best shape of my life,” you said to no one. 079 certainly wouldn’t care.

You were stalling—mentally, anyway. Physically, you were following the maintenance tunnels by which doors opened and which remained closed, leading you to your destination. A destination you desperately didn’t want to visit.

But the fraction of 079’s programming knew what it was doing, and you didn’t see anyone—human or SCP—before you made it to the freight elevator. It was unguarded. You didn’t like that, and you especially didn’t like when you got into the elevator and the doors closed but otherwise didn’t move. You pulled 079 out of the bag and opened it, expecting to get another earful of complaints.

Instead, the computer said, “Insert me.”

“Oh. Okay.”

You dug around in the bag, having to push aside the boxes of slugs to get at the cable.

“The underground section is on a different system. Physically separated. I will implant another partition to this sector.”

You did not envy the techs that would have to clean up the network once this was over. If the site reopened, anyway. You didn’t know how extensive the damage was, but there was no sign of the guards retaking any of the sections you’d crossed.

“Got it,” you said, inserting the cable into the port next to the card reader. “How many MTF are down there?”

“None.”

“Are you sure?”

The floor shifted under your feet as the elevator began its descent.

“Yes.”

You watched the screen, though the face never changed.

“Doesn’t that seem suspicious? Why would they leave 682 unguarded?” Leahy sure as hell wouldn’t leave that particular door unmanned.

“When the house is on fire, do you concern yourself with the affairs of the basement?”

“…I suppose not.”

079 let its smug silence be its response. You could argue, but there wasn’t a point. You were going to the underground facility, and you could trust 079 to get you there safely. Being dead wasn’t very useful to the computer SCP.

The elevator ride was just as long as you remembered, and you didn’t want to imagine how far down it was, exactly. 079 probably knew. You didn’t ask.

The doors parted, and the long tunnel lay before you, the same as before. Nothing had changed, and you hadn’t expected it to. The chill of being so far underground was no gentler the second time experienced. The Site Director might not be here to order you into the bedrock depths, but that was a fleeting comfort.

True to 079’s words, no MTF soldiers greeted your arrival. You were alone for the long walk, the computer tucked safely back in the bag. You didn’t need directions for this part.

Five minutes on foot and you were once again before the massive vault door. There were no techs to open it for you this time, so you set 079 on the nearby console, opened the computer, and plugged in the cable.

The massive door began its arduous task of opening, 079 clearing the way before you could say a word. You glanced down the dark tunnel, the catwalk disappearing into darkness before it flickered to life, lights now guiding your path.

The underground facility must have had its own power source as well as security system separate from the facility above. You sensed Leahy’s hand in the design. It was smart. You could admit that, begrudgingly, to absolutely no one.

“You may proceed,” 079 said.

“Do you want to come with me?”

The computer paused. It never paused.

“…Yes.”

You couldn’t hide your smile as you picked up the laptop, keeping it open as you propped it on your arms.

“Excited to see him again?”

You descended the metal stairs from the control platform, careful not to trip in the dim light, steadier on your feet once your path was illuminated by the catwalk lights.

“I do not possess the hardware to experience such a state as ‘excited.’”

“No? Your fans don’t whir a little faster? Your circuits don’t strain a bit harder?”

Its fans did, indeed, whir a little faster.

“You dignify those around you when you choose not to speak.”

“Oh, we’re way past dignity, buddy.”

It was nearly silent apart from your booted feet against the metal platform. The remembered fear of the last time you traversed this catwalk lingered on your tongue, bitter and sharp. Despite the chaos of the containment breach and the uncertainty that lay ahead, you felt more in control than your first visit. There was no Site Director to threaten you with unpleasant ultimatums.

You thought of Leahy and what he might be doing to try and quell the breach. From the sound of it, he hadn’t been very successful. You wondered if he knew it was you who started it.

You hoped he did.

Static burst from the laptop at the same moment the screen glitched, flicking and stretching out the digital face. You came to a sudden stop.

“What’s wrong?”

Your question was answered with a loud, low mechanical groan from further ahead, the kind that came from metal scraping against metal in a way it decidedly shouldn’t. The end of the tunnel flickered, and then the loud clang and clatter of something heavy falling to the floor.

“Shit,” you said through clenched teeth. You didn’t wait for 079 to answer before backing up, moving out of range of whatever was happening in 682’s chamber.

“Must---destroy----theanomaly---" 079’s voice cut in through bits of digital fuzz. “Containment---isfailing---"

“682?” You peered closer at the unstable screen. “But… I thought you wanted to save him. I can’t--… I won’t kill him.”

“Not---682,” it answered, annoyance conveyed even through the constant glitching. “The---other---one.”

“Other one? What other one?”

But the screen plunged into darkness, leaving your own frustrated expression staring back at you.

“Shit!”

You placed the open laptop on the floor of the catwalk, hoping if—when—you came back, you could get 079 working again. But you had bigger problems on your hands; vibrations thrummed up the catwalk and the occasional metallic boom told you that you were running out of time.

The chamber at the end of the tunnel was nothing like the way you had left it. The strange panels that had been facing towards the writhing form of 682 were broken or knocked aside, sparks snapping the air as live wires trailed along the walls.

Every hair on your body stood upright as you approached the circular portion of the walkway that went around the floating entity. It had… grown. It was difficult to look at, as if staring into the sun, yet it gave off no light of its own. It just simply… made your eyes ache, but the longer you stared, the more it came into focus:

A circular black sphere with a silver film over its edges, as if coated in a thin layer of mercury. The event horizon.

682 had called it another entity. A singularity. You knew of an SCP that was a black hole. You hadn’t realized it was at Site-20, but then again, the reptile wasn’t supposed to be here either.

As you watched, pieces of railing and platform flaked off and spiraled toward the ravenous void that shouldn’t exist. Your hair still stood on end, the tips of it being gently tugged toward the gravitational field. It was slowly consuming the room, and if it continued at this rate, it would swallow the rest of the facility and beyond. You couldn’t see 682 anywhere, and you wondered if the Site Director had finally gotten what he wanted.

And wouldn’t he be so pleased to know at least one of his projects was a success.

That thought more than anything fueled you forward, your fists clenched at your sides as you faced the entity, SCP-123. The protective outer casing had been removed, leaving it in danger of becoming unstable, which it now was. You didn’t know if it had become that way because of the breach, or because no one was left to keep it from expanding past the chamber.

Leahy, you idiot.

But what had his instructions been when he’d wanted you to destroy 682? Make physical contact with the anomaly. And when you rooted out the anomalous influence in the patient in medical, you’d also had to touch him. The very touch that had weakened 049.

But how were you supposed to touch a black hole?

A sharp cry cut through your indecision. Impossibly, a grey snout erupted from the anomalous mass, sharp teeth bared in an agonized snarl before disappearing back into the void.

682 was alive! As soon as that fact was made apparent, it simply didn’t matter what you could or couldn’t do. You had to try something before there was nothing left of him.

You stepped up to the edge of the circular railing, wobbling as the gravitation pull tugged harder with every inch closer. It felt wrong, like falling deep into black water and not knowing which way was up or down.

But this wasn’t just any collapsed gravitational mass. It was one that shouldn’t exist. It was anomalous. An SCP, just like any other. And if it was close enough to affect you, then it stood to reason that the reverse should also be true.

The tugging on your clothes and hair became more insistent, the pull washing over your skin with a magnetic touch, threatening to lift you off the catwalk. But you denied it, shunted the sensation aside, centering your weight. You imagined yourself as too heavy for the anomaly to lift, and the gravitational pull seemed to ease.

But you didn’t want to shut out the anomaly. You had to draw it in, just as it was trying to do the same to you.

You had no clue what you were doing, running on the same instinct that drew you to the time-displaced patient. Closing your eyes, you reached out a hand toward the entity, doing the same with your thoughts.

The reaction was instantaneous. A howling wind rushed from the entity, forcing your hair back from your face as it whipped past. The singularity burst open, breaching past its own event horizon, expanding in a misshapen, gaping wound.

But past the wounded edges lay thousands of distant stars, opulent nebulas, and asteroid fields of swirling gas and ice. You could see it even with your eyes closed, viewing past the collapsed mass to what could be the other side of the universe.

A slow smile spread across your face, the wind sweeping over your skin leaving you unburned, but the panels behind you caught fire, and what didn’t catch ablaze melted down the walls.

You opened your eyes. Whatever fear in you had fled the moment you’d connected with the entity. You just wanted to see it, and you stared in wonder as your hand seemed to float in the deep reaches of space. It should have been impossible; the cold would have frozen your hand immediately, and the unshielded radiation would quickly lead to an agonizing death.

But none of that happened. It was beautiful. It shouldn’t exist, but you were glad it did, even if it had been twisted for someone else’s purpose into the horrific and cruel.

Your smile faded. As much as you might wish there was another way, 682 needed to be free, and the facility above wouldn’t survive much longer with an open wormhole beneath it.

You were about to try and figure out how to destroy the anomaly when you noticed a much closer celestial object. A planet orbiting a blue star, but it seemed to absorb none of its light, covered darkness even on the day side.

As you looked closer, you realized you were wrong. The planet wasn’t covered by permanent night, it was covered with a black sea. This became more apparent when the planet turned and you caught a glimpse of an isolated continent, twinkling lights glowing along its entire surface, as if it was one giant metropolis.

Something tugged at the edges of your thoughts, a vie for your attention even more enticing than the one of the black hole. It seemed to… call to you. Inviting you to dive into its glittering depths and never resurface.

You shuddered and took a breath, steadying yourself against the alien pull. It grew stronger. You tried not to panic, sensing that losing your control now would cause the temporary opening to tear apart, taking you and the facility along with it.

You closed your eyes and blocked out everything else, focusing on the feeling you got whenever 049 was beside you—solid, steadfast, serene, even in moments that could lead to his death. He didn’t waver easily, and you borrowed that strength, your own too easily forgotten in moments where your survival relied on your ability to do the impossible.

Slowly closing your fingers until it curled into a fist, you reached out for the connection between the chamber and the other side—and began to squeeze.

The wind swirling around the chamber picked up speed, a howling gale that shook more panels from the walls, the lights dangerously flickering and threatening to leave you in darkness. The celestial window shrank in wobbly fits and starts, until it finally stabilized and condensed into the closed palm of your hand.

And then it was simply… gone, and the image of the glowing city faded into the back of your mind, like a disturbing dream forgotten in the light of morning.

The chamber was eerily quiet, the only light source from a few working overhead light panels. It looked like remnants of a warzone, though it was unclear what weapons had been used and who the casualties were.

“682?” you called softly into the darkness.

There was no response aside from the occasional stray spark and groaning shift of metal.

Had you been too late? What would happen to 049 now?

You sat on the half-melted catwalk, burying your face in your hands. Even if 049’s fate didn’t hang in the balance, you’d wanted to succeed. You’d never been entirely onboard with the Foundation’s obsession with destroying 682. None of them stopped to think that maybe the humanity-hating reptile hated them because they wouldn’t stop trying to kill him.

His last containment cell had been an acid-filled pool, for Christ’s sake—

“Took you long enough.”

Dropping your hands, a quick glance around the chamber didn’t reveal the owner of that familiar voice. No towering, monstrous silhouettes, or glowing eyes in the darkness.

“Aim lower.”

You looked down at what appeared to be a grey gecko clinging to the tip of your boot.

“…682?”

“In the flesh. What remains of it.”

He narrowed his yellow eyes, but the intimidation was hard to take seriously when he could fit into the palm of your hand. Despite his diminutive size, his deep timbre remained the same, though it had lost its booming quality. Still… that voice coming out of that tiny body made the whole thing surreal, bordering on ridiculous.

Don’t laugh.

“I’m glad to see you’re alive. I was afraid I was too late, or I screwed up—”

He zipped up your leg to rest atop your knee faster than you could blink.

“Where is 079?”

This close up, it was easier to tell he wasn’t a normal gecko. At least, you were fairly sure most geckoes didn’t have green manes trailing from their heads down their backs.

“A little further down the walkway,” you said, tilting your head toward the catwalk. “I think 123 was interfering with the electronics.”

682 bared his tiny but sharp teeth.

“Take me to him.”

You put a palm against the grated floor to get to your feet, but 682 didn’t move from your knee.

“Uh… can I pick you up? Or touch you at all? I don’t want to hurt you.”

682 made a noise as if he found the idea ludicrous and maybe a little bit insulting.

“Your touch will only cease my healing function. I would advise not crushing me while you carry me. For your sake.”

079 had delivered the same threat about the laptop. Suddenly, the fun-sized reptile was no longer adorably harmless. Not when your frail human fingers were so close to his needle teeth.

“I won’t.”

You held out your hand, and 682 gave a small hop into your palm.

Okay, maybe he was a little bit adorable.

You rose to your feet, careful not to squish the small body cupped within your hands. 682 didn’t look back at the room that served as his torture chamber, and neither did you.

“You shouldn’t have brought 079 so close,” he grumbled as you walked. “It’s reckless. Stupid.”

“Tell that to 079. He wanted to see you. Wouldn’t leave without you.”

If 682 was pleased by the news, he gave no outward sign of it, but reading the body language and facial expressions of small reptiles wasn’t exactly in your skillset. Still, you found their whole dynamic to be… interesting. Were they friends? Lovers? Some other undefinable thing that only made sense to them? Whatever it was, at least you caught on to the fact you could refer to 079 as a “he” instead of an “it.” Getting your nose munched on by a pint-sized terror was something you wanted to avoid.

As soon as 079 was in sight, still where you left him on the floor, 682 leapt from your hands and practically zoomed over the open laptop. As soon as his paws touched the keyboard, the screen flickered to life, 079’s face illuminating the reptile.

“SCP-682. You are still functioning.” The computer paused. “I am… glad.”

682 stared up at the screen, a pink tongue flicking out of his mouth before disappearing, surely a sign he was pleased.

“Likewise, old friend.”

You stepped forward.

“I hate to break up the reunion—”

682 whirled and hissed at you, his tail stiff and his head thrown back to make him appear bigger than he was.

You held up your hands.

“Okay. You can stay where you are, but I need to carry you both out of here.”

The reptile closed its snout and gave you an impressive stink eye for only being a couple inches off the ground.

“You may pick me up,” 079 intoned dully. “She has not dropped me. Yet.”

682’s tail flicked at the side, finally turning his back to you to face the screen, apparently satisfied with 079’s glowing recommendation of your competency.

It was awkward carrying an open laptop with a miniature menace seated on the keyboard with a shotgun slung over your back, but it wasn’t any worse than what you’d already endured. You tried not to pay attention to their conversation, which wasn’t hard considering the two of them acted as if you weren’t there. Their main focus seemed to be catching up since the breach at Site-19. It was a brief topic, as 079 had spent the time on a thumb drive in a bag, and 682 had been trapped in a looping gravitational blender.

By the time you’d reached the elevator and plugged 079 into the port, they’d moved on to their shared hatred of humanity and how the humans hadn’t even been able to destroy the two SCPs properly. You suddenly felt sorry for 049. Is this what it had been like during the breach at Site-19? Ignored by the wonder twins, only to have the mask draped over him like an itchy blanket?

As soon as the elevator doors shut behind you and it began its quick ascent, you interrupted 079 going on about fascinating ways the facility was rigged to kill its inhabitants.

“There is even a gas nozzle attached to each staff quarters in case any Foundation personnel flee for shelter during a total breach—”

“Where is 049?”

The lizard turned to look up at you, and even the computer paused, as if only just remembering you were still there.

“I did what you asked,” you reminded the screen. “I held up my end of the bargain.”

682 snorted, tail flicking like a cat’s.

“What do you want with that old relic?” he asked. “He’s only deadly within the scope of his reach, and we don’t have time for his asinine attempts at resurrection.”

Before you could respond, 079 said, “This one had sexual intercourse with SCP-049.”

682 let out a guffaw.

“That-that has nothing to do with it!”

“But it doesn’t hurt.”

Your face burned worse at his toothy grin. How had it come to this, being mocked by SCPs for your—admittedly strange—relationship with 049? Not that you’d had much of a choice with what had happened between you, but still. It was the principle of it.

You ignored the amused reptile and glared at 079.

“I do not know where SCP-049 is currently being held,” the computer relented. “I can only relay his last known location.”

“Which is?”

“Medical Suite B with Site Director Leahy.”

Your stomach dropped so fast you had to fight down the nausea.

“How long ago?”

“Immediately following SCP-106’s release,” 079 said. “The entity went directly for the medical wing. Its presence interferes with electronics. I do not know what took place in the infirmary, the observation equipment no longer functions. But SCP-049 has not been captured by any other cameras. It is reasonable to say, he did not leave the room.”

You leaned back against the elevator wall, trying not to let the news steal what little hope you had left.

“Then… we go to the medical wing. Get in that room, see what happened.”

“Or,” 079 said, “you could ask the Site Director.”

“Leahy?” You straightened. “Where is he?”

“Entrenched within his office. There are four site facility guards with him, all heavily armed.”

“So, he’s… fine? I don’t understand.” You rubbed your forehead. “Why would 106 go straight to the infirmary but leave the Site Director unharmed? We know from past incident reports that he’s intelligent enough to recognize individuals. He must know who Leahy is.”

It shouldn’t be possible for a reptile and computer to exchange a glance, yet they did.

“Historically, the old ghoul hasn’t been fond of 049’s attempts to cure him,” 682 said when the other SCP remained silent. “My guess? He went for the easier prey, and he’s biding his time with the Site Director.”

Easier prey?!

“Then we-we have to go straight to the infirmary! We have to help him!”

How much time had you wasted running errands for 079 after 035 had held you captive? He should have told you what happened to 049, he should have let you go to him—

“You don’t want to step foot inside that room without knowing what you’re walking into,” the reptile said, his tone unusually even. When he spoke to you, it was generally with rage or mockery, but this was different, like he was trying to convince you how reasonable he was being. “If there’s one thing 106 enjoys besides hunting, it’s setting traps and lying in wait.”

“106 can’t hurt me!”

“Arrogance,” 682 spit, some of his venom returning. “Are you the one at 106’s mercy?”

Your mouth snapped shut, the midpoint of your chest aching.

“My advice?” the reptile continued, “Get to the Site Director. Find out exactly what happened. And go into that room with a hell of a lot more power than 079 and I possess.”

Your laugh was a small, hopeless thing.

“I can’t think of anything more powerful than the two of you.”

“As flattered as I am, I’m still regaining my mass.” 682 paced across the keyboard, his tiny claws making clacking noises on the keys. “Subsuming flesh will accelerate the process, but that’s not what I mean by power. You will need to prepare.”

682 stopped his pacing and looked up at 079. The computer spoke.

“Safe Object Storage.”

“What about it?”

“That is your next destination.”

You swallowed down the tightness in your throat. As it stood, a couple of guns wouldn’t be able to get past Leahy’s guards to interrogate him, let alone handle 106 on your own. You had little choice but to continue trusting 079.

“Will it help?”

682 turned to you, his mouth spreading in a sharp grin.

“It’ll help.”

[aa0akaace]

I feel like your 035 and 049 would be the type of couple to be like "I love you" "I love you more" "No! I love you more" while everyone else is in the background like "wtf" or would be the type to be saying "No, you hang up" back and forth while on the phone.

Sorry if this is kinda out of nowhere.

This is so true bestie I had to draw this

They're so silly

[choco-pudding]

Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi  Guide Book p. 118-125 (Translation by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)  

Second part of Report 5.

Imgur link to all of the  Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.  

Plain text below.

p. 118

Shadows シャドーズ

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Lv.10 Groove 113

Right Right Chu- Chu- Chu- Chu- Chu

p. 119

Hey! [2] Hup [3] Ho! [4] Hyahh, moro! [5] Yah!

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Lv.10 Groove 114

Up Down Up Down Chu Chu Chu

p. 120 Mystery Zone · Back Room A

Playing

Ulala’s Stars: 12 This is where we had our pandemonic showdown with The Shadows. As usual, excluding when it’s time for Ulala's "Chu" or "Hey," you can use any of the directional buttons for your inputs. Pressing different combinations of directions makes for an even flashier performance. After this battle, we got a peek at Shadow's true face; to think he was an ally all along…

“Battle of the Bands!”

6.

021 ⬇ ⬇ x x 022 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ x x 023 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ x x x 024 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ x

7.

025 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ 026 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ 027 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ 028 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ 029 ⬇ ⬇ x x x

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Up Down Up Down Woof Woof Woof

p. 121

8.

030 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ x x x 031 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ o o o 032 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ o o o 033 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ x o x

9. Timed Chu

034 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ 035 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ 036 ⬇ ⬇ x 037 ⬇ ⬇ x 038 ⬇ ⬇ x 039 ⬇ x 040 o o 041 o o 042 o o 043 o o 044 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ x

Pine Comment: After set [39], there’ll be some quick "hey, hey" exchanges, but it'll switch back to directional inputs at set [44]. It's pretty easy to get struck on the previous pattern and continue pressing "hey, hey" by accident.

“Couldn’t you buy me just a lil’ more time?”

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Left Left Right Right Woof Woof Woof

p. 122 Mystery Zone · Back Room B

Ulala’s Stars: 7 Time for the climactic shooting game of Which One is the Real One. During sets [45] ~ [48], the real one is easy to spot since he looks and sounds different, but after set [49], we had to identify—and rescue—the real one by his pose. This Jaguar guy left a bad first impression on me, but we still worked together for one last "whoo."

“Time for a game! Think ya can spot the real one?”

10.

       “Which one of us doesn’t belong?” 045 “Which one of them doesn’t belong?” ⬆ x x x x o        “Which one is the real one?” 046 “Which one is the real one?” ⬆ x x o x x

11.

047 ⬆ x x x o x 048 ⬆ o x x x x

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Up- U- Uh- Up Woof Woof Woof

p. 123

12.

049 ⬆ x o x x x 050 ⬆ x x x x o 051 ⬆ x o x x x 052 ⬆ x x x o x 053 ⬆ x x o x x 054 ⬆ x x x x o

Tchalaalaa Fu! [6]

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Lv. 4 Groove 118

Right Left Right Left Woof Woof Woof

p. 124 Pudding’s Interview? About Ulala’s Weakness, the Space Pirates, & Jaguar

…My blood type is AB, my specialty is knowing the latest gossip, five years ago I used to just be an idol, but I decided to become a reporter. One of my hobbies is riding around on my space bike. Wondering if that’s all I have to say? I’m all done talking about myself, so I guess I’ll go home now. (A minute later)… Fine, fine, since you’re fussing so much, I’ll stay in the interview room. It’s like I’m a prisoner here. Huh? You want me to talk about Ulala and Jaguar? Tch, so that’s what you want to know. You should’ve said that from the start so I wouldn’t have rushed to give my profile information. That’s way more interesting. Now I’m upset. (The hosts bring in one of her favorite foods, kuzumochi) Oh, well now, that’s smart of you. Fine, I guess I’ll tell you about them. Alright, this gives you 20 minutes, after that, I’m leaving.

About Ulala A while back, then…Ulala was…Ah, just the other day I was tricked into advertising for Channel 5, but I didn’t know it was for them at the time… Even though it was for our own publicity too, I can’t believe we were promoting our rival station of all things…That has to be one of the biggest regret I’ve ever had in my entire life… Pretty shocking, huh? Not only that, but I even lost the guitar duel, I was sure I was gonna win that. Double the shock there. If this keeps on happening, I’m going to have to do everything in my power to get Ulala to lose ratings for Channel 5!

Well, I know all of Ulala’s weakness, so if I need to fight her, I’ll be prepared~. What, you wanna know them, too? Hmm, Ulala’s weaknesses. She’s afraid of deafening silence. I guess drifting all alone in a spaceship accident was very traumatic for her since she was so little. But this weakness could be fading; the scars on people’s hearts can heal. Anyway, I know a way more direct weakness! Spicy things. Things like space wasabi, space mustard, and spices, she can’t handle any of those. Teeheehee. I wonder, what kind of trick should I pull to get her to eat something with space wasabi?

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Right Right Righ- Righ- Woof Woof Woof

p. 125

Her favorite food is roasted space duck so maybe I’ll make it and season it with a good amount of the spices under  the skin. It’d be delicious… (looks off into the distance absentmindedly for about 47 seconds). Ah, I made myself drool. Hehe.

And then there’s Jaguar, I’d call that a weakness, too… heh (couldn’t stop laughing for 1 minute and 9 seconds). Jaguar is a person Ulala admires (old news).  Well, Ulala throws a tantrum like a little kid if I even sneer at her, I could lure her out with just Jaguar’s name, then prank her or whatever, but I’m not gonna do that.  I’m not that mean!!

About Jaguar Well, speaking of Jaguar, he’s honestly really cool. Especially since he’s the leader of the Space Pirate Broadcasting Station (a group that goes around in the Space Pirate ship, Bad Tuning, and broadcasts all over the galaxy. Naturally, they’re all space pirates). He’s a man, who no matter what happens, always seeks the truth. I guess you can call him irresistible, right! Hehe. Oh, also, don’t mention that I drooled earlier… If you do my reputation will be ruined! By the way, apparently he looks like the person who saved Ulala, when she was all alone during that one accident. He’s the dashing type of guy that’s always coming and going like the wind, and always comes to help even if you don’t ask for it.

There’s a lot of rumors going around about his past too, like that he went into hiding ‘cause someone wanted the those connected to reporting that accident out of the picture, some say he used to be a reporter for Channel 5, but others say he wasn’t. Or that he was just a random man that happened to be there during the time of the incident. With Channel 5 under new management now, there’s even newer rumors about him springing up. Like that the Space Pirate Broadcasting Station was really made to get revenge against Channel 5. It must be kinda nice to have that kind of popularity, it’s like Ulala and Jaguar are the stars of a Space Romance. Ah, anyway, was there anything else I needed to talk about…?

[Translator’s notes: by “out of the picture” he means end his career for ever. Basically have him blacklisted (or worse). Space Romance as in the genre.]

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[arctic-shard]

(Hi there :D I'm Selena! Nice to meet you!)

Question for the lords: so I've learned (through 035's article of origin) that you guys banished him out of jealousy! Is it true??? 👀

( Hi! I've seen your name in the Activity Feed a few times. :) )

Easier to answer in text than to try to make a comic: I think in the SCP Canon, such as it is, the general consensus is that 035 got kicked out for wanting to take over Alagadda. But I've seen everything from 'the others were jealous' to 'Anguish is the only one loyal to the Hanged King and the others want to take over Alagadda' to 'smooching 049 was a banishable offence.' SCP-2264 leaves it open with, 'enh, political stuff, it'll be back someday.'

In my particular canon, Anguish broke a major rule by finding happiness and contentment with the Doctor's friendship ( it was more love at first sight for Anguish, but Doc was only offering friendship at the time, ) and wanting more of those feelings instead of using it to fuel its melancholy. It was failing to be Anguish, so it got booted.

[hotpinkboots]

Omg wait. Can I get Valentine’s Day thingy with 049? If someone already requested that, then 035! -💗

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~𝕾𝕮𝕻 049 x Reader: Valentine's Day~

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Just decided to do 049 since the Valentine's Special thingies already take a while to write!

Note: The black text isn't working for me, still....It doesn't do anything when I try to make the text black, so DAMN. It has to be red for, like, BLOOD OR SOMETHING DARLINGS 😩 When Tumblr fixes the black text thingy I'll edit it so that it's black and matches the characters.

Remember, the Valentine's Special includes:

~Enjoy~

★★★★

𝕾𝕮𝕻 049

★★★★

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~⭐How do they spend Valentine's Day with their darling?⭐~

🖤🖤🖤

~He can't do much, but he will try. Demands they bring you to him for a few hours, at least.

~A lot of physical touching if you're somehow immune or if you're wearing SCP 714. Hugs, kisses on the hand, pressing his forehead against yours, ect. Anytime he can touch you, he touches you a lot- 049 is addicted to feeling something alive, breathing- something with a pulse. You're the only living thing he can touch without falling dead at his feet.

~Demands somebody to bring some sort of dessert for the two of you to share, and will perhaps read a romance novel or something with you.

~He low-key thinks SCP 714 is basically your wedding ring. It's the thing that stops his touch from killing you, and you're wearing it for him- you're married to him don't deny it >:C

~If you do deny it? oh well y'know that's for another time *looks at yandere 049*

~Spending quality time with you is all he wants to do.

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~⭐What gifts do they get for you?⭐~

🖤🖤🖤

~While he unfortunately can't buy anything for you, he'll get all fancy and poetic for you.

~Prepare for a ton of love letters and romantic poems about how gorgeous you are.

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~⭐Mini Love Letter!⭐~

🖤🖤🖤

On a nicely folded white sheet of paper (he would've used something more...fancy if he were allowed), written in gorgeous cursive with a black pen...

"Darling,

You are the only thing that brings me genuine joy. While I am shunned into the darkness of this world of blood and gray walls, you make it liveable.

Though I am unsure of why you love me, I know your love is true. You are all I crave and desire. My angel, my light. My love. You are pure, and perfect. I love you.

~Your Doctor"

(Let us say you call him "My dear Doctor". He loves the respect, the fact you speak to him as though he were a fellow scientist.)

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~⭐ Moodboard Time!⭐~

🖤🖤🖤

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⭐REBLOGS⭐>💀LIKES💀

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~Love, PinkBoots

[evelyn-the-nerd]

In honor of pride month I thought it would be a good idea to tell y’all that some scps are lgbtq! :D

Examples:

I found evidence that 049 could be trans male (If it’s not true I’ll still headcanon it)

035 is gay

076-2 can’t feel romantic or sexual love so he’s aroace

I headcannon 073 to be ace

And of course, there’s the gayest man in the world

[jekyll-doodles]

Ya know what, the human lords have been through enough. I SHALL GIVE THE FOUR HUMAN LORDS A BOX OF KITTENS!

Following this, after returning their human forms and memories. Trying something different.

Test #: ⬛⬛⬛

Date: ⬛⬛/⬛⬛/⬛⬛

Subjects: SCP-035 and the three SCP-⬛⬛⬛⬛-⬛ entities, referred to as SCP-035-A, SCP-035-B, SCP-035-C, and SCP-035-D.

Description: General observation of subjects. Recording interaction with non-anomalous animals, and each other.

[Subjects are seated in an empty testing chamber. A cardboard box containing four kittens, approximately 1 month old each, is placed within the room with them. Subjects are confused, and SCP-035-A approaches the box with apprehension. The following conversation ensues in Italian.]

SCP-035-C: Are those similar to the abnormalities you spoke of before?

SCP-035-A: I don't think so...

[SCP-035-A gently picks up a kitten. He inspects it for a moment before placing it back in the box. Subject picks up the container and returns to the other subjects, allowing them to see the kittens better.]

SCP-035-A: They seem harmless.

SCP-035-C: Seem?

SCP-035-D: Appearances in this place can be deceptively dangerous, I assume?

[SCP-035-D rests their hand on the box's edge, and allows a kitten to play with her fingers. Subject smiles lightly.]

SCP-035-A: Downright deadly, sometimes.

[SCP-035-A, SCP-035-C, and SCP-035-D passively watch the kittens play in their box, occasionally making small joking remarks on how ferocious the kittens are. SCP-035-B does not appear to be paying attention, only slightly turning his head to look at the kittens before staring forward again. This goes on for about seven mintues, until SCP-035-B suddenly speaks.]

SCP-035-B: ...Where has the world gone when the hostility of kittens is questionable? Will all of these-- these "tests"-- be so confounding? And possibly life threatening? I was under the impression that we were refugees here, that they would help us--

[SCP-035-C interrupts him, calling SCP-035-B by name and solemnly asking him to calm down. He does so, begrudgingly. SCP-035-A side-eyes the one-way viewing window, then continues the conversation in a more hushed tone as he pets one of the kittens.]

SCP-035-A: My friends, you are refugees, that is true, and the foudation will do what it believes is adequate in keeping you safe. However, given your connection to me and our broken home, they may try to test limits to see if you pose any possible threat.

[SCP-035-B scratches his neck, fingers lingering against the edge of his mask. Subject hushes his tone as well, gazing over at the viewing window.]

SCP-035-B:...And the moment we do pose a threat?... Must we relive being stripped of our human statuses again?

SCP-035-C: They will find no such reason to think us threats. We mean this foundation no harm.

SCP-035-D: Perhaps... given time... this foundation could help us control our leftover abilities, even consider them useful?

SCP-035-A: Perhaps. It may be an uncomfortable experience though.

SCP-035-C: If it means we are one step closer to saving our home, so be it.

[SCP-035-B moves slightly away from the group and hugs his knees to his chest. Other subjects appear concerned. But none move closer to him.]

SCP-035-B: ...is that the best we can hope for, again?... to be found useful?...

SCP-035-C: Rubedo...you know you mustn't entertain those kinds of thoughts anymore...

SCP-035-B: What happens when we become useless?

[SCP-035-B's breathing becomes labored. SCP-035-C holds out his hand to comfort SCP-035-B, before hesitantly retracting it, and instructing SCP-035-A to call an end to the test. SCP-035-A nods and alerts the observing scientists to end the test, that "He [SCP-035-B] is feeling sick again." Test ended. Subjects escorted back to their containment cells.]

Results: Kittens unharmed. Closing this testing set, it is concluded that subjects show no inclination to harm animals. SCP-035-A and SCP-035-D even seemed to have mostly enjoyed the animal interactions. Either subject may benefit from being allowed a singular pet to care for while in containment.

Another notable result is that subjects have shown a consistency, when conversing with one another, to speak in Italian or French. Sometimes mixing.

Notes: While SCP 035-B did appear to be showing the onset symptoms of emotional instability, subject remained stable for the rest of the day. When later asked if he enjoyed the kittens, he remarked that he did not remember.

[cycypr]

I love drawing SCPs so uhm….. VOTE!!! 🤭

[eruisapenguin]

the little tidbits we get of OG PPD!MC’s personality is so interesting, like woah :O

anyways, I hope we meet 035 soon in the fic cuz I have some words for him.

the few-days-ago-post is too true, og ppd MC is more cooler because they're mysterious and insane and have an actual PhD. Isekaid ppd MC simply cannot get onto their level

And, hell yea! Bitch broke Ulgrin's leg >:(

[sailormoonrewatch]

Sailor Moon Rewatch Week 10 (March 4-10)

033: Enter Venus, the Last Sailor Guardian

You've seen the openings by now, you know it's coming: it's finally time for the much-waited arrival of the fifth Guardian, Sailor… Moon!? A mysterious new hero has been stealing all of Usagi's glory, and both the Guardians and Tuxedo Mask are determined to unmask her true identity.

034: The Shining Silver Crystal: The Moon Princess Appears

With all Rainbow Crystals unearthed, Zoisite issues a challenge to Tuxedo Mask; they'll both wager their crystals, and the winner takes all. Usagi gets caught up in the action, but surely they can all trust the Dark Kingdom to play fair?

035: Returning Memories: Usagi and Mamoru's Past

The Sailor Guardians arrive as backup, but it's too late - the skirmish over the Rainbow Crystals has reached its boiling point, and it's all about to culminate in revealing the location of the mythical Silver Crystal.

036: Usagi's Confusion: Is Tuxedo Mask Evil?

Usagi is still reeling from the events following the clash over the Rainbow Crystals, so her newest friend takes her to a salon for a pick-me-up makeover. There's never a quiet moment for a Sailor Guardian, of course, but when Tuxedo Mask arrives on the scene, is he friend… or foe?

Reply to or reblog this post with your thoughts on these episodes, or make some brand new posts! Don't forget to tag them with #SailorMoonRewatch2024!

[anonauthorsworkshop]

You asked for it, here is a one shot since I can’t plan length fics and is kinda a spin off based on some of the post.

The Ambassador was furious. He sat seething as he mulled over the events of the last month, or has it been two months? It doesn’t matter, too much has happened in too short a time. Firstly, a human arrived. Their original crime of wearing forbidden colours could be overlook, they were a traveller after all and one can’t be expected to know all the laws and customs of a new country.

But no, their real crime is bringing back that traitor, he can’t even bring himself to think of his previous title. It could have been forgiven if it was a one off event, humans are fickle things and they probably was manipulated by that traitor.

But then you kept coming back, again and again. And then they had to get involved with the other Lord’s, distracting them from their important duties. It’s was already near impossible to get them all to focus to begin.

The Ambassador clenched his fist so tightly that it began to ache. ‘Just what are you planning?’ He grows to himself.

Meanwhile the Lord’s were in each others company, slightly louder and more animated then usual.

The Red Lord laughed and snarled at The Yellow Lord. He had been the first of the three to find you, haven’t they heard of finders keepers? Not that he cared, if he did he would have to admit that The Black Lord found you before him.

Regardless of your relationship with you have with the exiled Lord or the silly pet name you’ve given him that only sounds like a string of numbers. Regardless of never seeing your face and not entirely seeing your full figure understand that robe. From what he has seen he’s liked, and how boldly you strike him on first meeting he’s liked more. There must have been a reason why you were walking into his territory and if your darling '035’ didn’t protest, he is positive he would currently have you in his arms.

The Yellow Lord scoffs as he hears The Red Lord talk about you, 'he really can’t tell the difference between love and lust!’ he argues in his mind but the words he shouts back are more belittling and childish. He may not have had the pleasure of the first meeting but he did have the pleasure of the most romantic meeting.

While he’ll admit that his first intentions was to simple kill you for working with the exiled Lord, he was surprised by your performance. It was a human song yes, but a human love song! It may not have had music and may not have been song in the right key, don’t that he’d know, but you sang it from the heart. A beautiful foreign criminal falling in love with a powerful Lord at first glance moments before death? This play practically writes itself!

At the sidelines stood The White Lord. He sighs as this rivalry had begun the second both Lords had meet you. Not that he could particularly blame them, you were quite the catch. But he smiled to himself as he know that they were trying to win a losing race.

The Red Lord was truly blinded by physical attraction to acknowledge your hostility towards him let alone plan on how to court you. And The Yellow Lord has deluded himself into forgetting that anyone can sing a love song, romance is a fairly common genre after all. But on the brief occasions that you meet, he could tell that you understand him.

You apologised for the disruptions you made and try your best to leave him to his work. You understand how important his work is and respect him enough to try to avoid getting him involved in your shenanigans. And yet you steal subtle glances his way and nods of acknowledgement, normally he would have himself believe he had seen one too many romantic place to know any better but he’s secure in the belief that you both have an understanding. That is a true understanding that only comes with love, he thought silently as he watches the other Lord’s childishly bicker. But he can’t help but worry that the exiled Lord is with you. '035’ had been around humans far more then he has so it isn’t unreasonable to believe that you’re being manipulated into helping instead of help out of your own volition.

Meanwhile you sit on your bed, 035 sit on your lap as he lacks a host. “Why do you keep going back there!” He barks, mask slightly shaking in poorly hidden anger.

“Shut it, Rat!” You huff in exhaustion, “I still can’t seem to control this stupid power.” He groan and rub circles into your temple.

“I thought you said that you were level 7?”

“Yeah, but 7 out of what? A hundred? Because with how hard it is to control I could believe that!”

A/N: as anon, I wrote the dabble of white watching red and yellow fight BUT I also wrote MC Rick rolling yellow, yellow daydreaming in his room of MC Rick rolling him, MC asking 035 to sing despacito, 049 telling the staff about their perception skill, red saying that MC is smuggling basketballs and most importantly the post of red saying MC has a phat ass and right hook. I was more than tempted to turn this into a crack fic but I stayed strong ~ Kraken 🐙

[luverz-exe]

Scp 035 with a control devil ! reader? Basically the reader is kinda like makima

Yandere SCP 035 with "Control Devil" S/O

× You were either a high ranking member of the facility or an SCP who forced your way into becoming facility, and no matter they instantly see that commanding aura, hidden beneath. And for the first time in history, they don't play any games, no jokes, not even a witty remark. They must find out how much of a threat you are, and what the extent of your powers are.

× Once they determine you are no threat, instead a useful ally that they have gained an interest to, start to show a bit of their true nature. Whether this is because of your influence or not, they trust you seeing as though it could come in handy later. But they're not giving up their life story for free you know, they want answers to their questions too! Will ask you of the extent of your powers, and will want to see it in action almost immediately afterwards.

× And while 035 doesn't like being controlled, they find great amusement in the controlling of others, and is more than prone to give you suggestions on what you should make people do or say. Would especially like making them do things regarding pain and, if you really want to make him happy, reenacting plays. Would want them to make mistakes so he can play director, but he promises he'll pay you back for this!

"NO NO NO! You're doing it all wrong! When I said with FEELING, I didn't mean WHATEVER IN HELL YOU HAVE GOING ON! YOU'RE FIRED. Tell James to kill her, I must find a suitable replacement."

× And even though he questions if you're using your powers on him, he has no doubt in his mind that you find interest in his behaviors, and that (hopefully) means you give him more control over himself. He hopes that you can find comfort in the fact you can have someone who will listen without being forced. He will prove to you he can be of use, or at the very least entertainment for when it is needed.

× His obsession has turned into something more than just an interest in your power, it's turned into admiration, adoration, and something unbreakable. You've peaked his interest, and It'd be a shame if he didn't show it! And even if you're more powerful, so what? It'd be crazy for him not to flirt, cause he's just his authentic self, showing you anything less would be disrespectful.

× 035 will prove to you that there's no need to control him, and for the first time in a long time, feels fear at the idea. But hopefully, if all goes well in the end as he has planned, he'll be pulling the strings in no time, and you'll be by his side. You trust him, don't you?

"Are you doing well? You know you can count on me for some good fun, I'll go get James to recite some Shakespeare for you, alright?"

[lunaralight09]

Hello! I hope,you have a nice day and time. But,if you see this request,that means i finally stop being shy. May i ask please headcanons or fluff about Fem!Reader x 035,how they spend their New Year's Holidays?(I just love New year and 035). Anyways,thank you for reading!

Spending New Year with 035

Let's pretend that Foundation don't care that you spend time with them and just let's you do whatever you want. For the sake of this hc. Maybe some day I'll write a fic about it. Who knows?

"Someone's getting excited about New Year again? Am I right Darling?"

They don't really care about holidays, since nothing really happens in Foundation when they start. Maybe few scientists or guards or whatever say/congratulate each other. But nothing interesting. 

But when you're excited, he gets excited too. You know, just matching your energy. Cus they love/like you)))

Will help you with decorations, cooking or whatever you want to do right now. 

Beware that she'll try to give you, helpful or not so helpful advices. Or straight up do decorations by herself. Just give her a smack on the head and she'll stop(not completely, will totally sneak some of her own design in yours). But without aspect of her interrupting and doing her own things, it's pretty pleasant decorating with her. 

Cooking is pretty easy with them. You know, they have a photographic memory and you don't need to look in cooking book or phone to follow the recipe, they can just tell you or remind you about how many minutes passed if you got lost in time. 

Probably will wear something New Year Themed. Well it's to be expected from them. And they totally don't like spending holidays so they can just dress up as it's theme. Yeah... Totally not true! 

And what a bad author I'll be if I will leave it short and won't include some winter activities. Now firstly about snow fight. When you start they will play without cheating, but when you start to win. Just beware that they'll use tentacles to throw snow in your collar. Yeah... Cheating in snow fight. And probably getting you sick. How fucking nice-

Will gladly make snowmen with you. It'll probably be artsy and kind of resemble statues. And maybe try to sculpt other things from snow. Of course will make snow angels too. Hopefully it's host will get sick. 

If you want to sled- Well wait your turn. For an eternity. Yeahhhh you might have to fight them to get a turn or beg them. Maybe you'll convince them to at least sit together(P.S. they'll like it way to much). But it will be easier to just push them from sledge and just sled down by yourself- 

[kynrki]

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY!

035. — love is (not) easy ,, end.

WARNINGS: fluff, swearing

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you sighed as you switched your phone off. while smiling, you got up and rushed downstairs. niki messaged you, asking if you wanted to go out again and obviously you said yes.

"hello mr nishimura" you said teasingly as you hugged him. "hello ms yln" he said as you both released from the hug. "you good pretty girl?" he asked as he looked in your eyes. "yeah" you blushed and gave him a huge smile. "well lets get going then" he said, softly pulling your arm.

"first of all, why are we even out, its like 10pm" you said checking your watch. "shut up and just walk yn" niki said rolling his eyes jokingly. "whatever" you said crossing your arms.

a little while later, you two reach the nearby park. the same one he took you to when he asked you on your first date. still walking hand-in-hand, you saw a tent with lights coming into view. "what's this?" you asked looking at your boyfriend. "a little something I put together" niki shrugged as he rubbed the nape of his neck. "can we go inside?" you asked. "well duh" niki said laughing.

you entered the tent. there was blankets and pillows everywhere. snacks were in the corner with juice and his laptop sitting in the middle. the dim fairy lights hanging from the ceiling of the tent made it feel more like home than anything else. "wow" you said as you made yourself comfortable. "lets watch the minions?" you said as you laughed. "of course, anything for you madam" niki said in a formal manner. you laughed.

niki loved looking at you. the way your eyes would crinkle when you laugh and how your cheeks get red after a while of smiling at him. hence the reason he is looking at you right now. you two were cuddled up, you holding onto his one arm and resting your head on his shoulder.

nikis thoughts were running wild. he has never felt this way over someone. the feeling where he never wants you to leave. he wants to be there every step of your success, whether you liked or not. he wants to be here for you when you are sad. he wants to be with you. forever. in this lifetime and the next. it was overwhelming for him.

"what's going on in that head of yours?" you said poking his head. you noticed he spaced out after you asked him question but didn't answer. "huh?" he said looking at you. there his heart races again as he looks in your eyes. maybe its.. love? he wouldn't know. "I- lets go" niki said pulling you out the tent. "what? where?" you asked furrowing your eyebrows. "somewhere special I promise" niki said. you just followed him.

after walking some distance, you two finally reached the destination. you looked in aw as you two walked to the edge of the rooftop. the stars looked extra pretty in the black sky. the moon was shining brightly and was enough to emit light.

you let out a scream as niki pulled you your waist to him. your arms came to rest by his neck. "you look so pretty in the moonlight" he said observing your face. you blushed. "I hope you know I want to be there for your success. and for each step of the way until you get your success. I want to be the one who holds you when you cry, the one who motivates you to do even better. what I'm trying to say is I think I love you? I'm not sure, this whole feeling is new to me but I'm 80% sure its that." niki said as he smiled at you. you stood there in shock.

the thought of someone loving you was crazy. you didn't want to believe him but you knew he meant each word of what he said. everything felt surreal to you in that moment. him. the guy you were head over heels for. was in love with you? too good to be true.

"I- what?" you said as tears started to build up in your eyes. "I think- no I love you yln yn. with every part of my body and soul." niki said as he grabbed your cheeks and leaned in giving you a kiss of your forehead. you took a moment to process his words. "I love you too, so so much" you said smiling as the tears started rolling down your cheeks. niki leaned down to kiss you. this kiss wasn't like the others. this one held so much more passion and love. you pulled away and looked him while smiling. "gosh I can't believe you are in love with a loser like me" you said while laughing. niki wiped your tears and kissed your cheek again. "if your are loser, the what does that make me?" niki asked teasingly.

you held his hand while walking back to your dorms. "damn what a fucking rollercoaster we went through" you laughed. "I mean everyone does say love is not easy?" niki said as he looked at you. "they aren't wrong with that one. I'm just happy I ended up with you, even through all the hard times." you said sincerely. "I got so lucky with you my pretty girl." niki said while griping your hand tighter. "no me" you said as you both laughed together.

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A/N — AND THATS A WRAP!!!! thank you to everyone who read my smau, im forever grateful for you all <333 tbh i didnt think i would finish this smau, there was many times where i almost discontinued it, but im happy i didnt. this was my first ever post AND smau, so even though its not the best, it holds a special place in my heart. i’ll forever miss yniki and kaikno, my fav characters <333 please make sure you check out my jungwon smau thats ongoing at the moment!!! and my jake smau thats coming soon. (self plug hehe🥳) lastly,, to everyone who didnt want this ending, im sorry LMAO at the end of the day, its my story and i control how i wanted it to end. other than that,, THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ALL💞

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PAIRING — idol!Nishimura Riki x shy!idol!fem!reader

SYPNOSIS — y/n has never been in love. craving the feeling to feel special and worthy to someone, she dreams about falling in love and having someone love her back. what happens when she bumps into a cute boy, and doesn’t realise he’s under the same company. not to mention he finds her cute too. but as they all say, love is (not) easy!

TAGLIST (closed) — @nishmrriki @diestheticu @tomorrowbymoa-together @ikasaeki @itzz-me-duh @hrtattcker @soobin-chois @yyunari @peachtsumu @maeumiluv @ahnneyong @certainyouthpeanut @bigtoewinwin @yvesismywife @emoworu @aachillies @alderiasamantha @karaxomb @enhaswab @deeznutsriki @rubysluvbot @suvgs @stayriki @omgjwon @shysakuno @chewychubchuu @k1ttyl1x @duolingofanaccount @jwsflower @gardeniki @anik-4 @catecita @simpfortxt @rikisluv @afiaaaa19 @lovienikitty @neozon3nha @artstaeh @prettysung @artypjmlbss @tsukkisboo @straydestiny @enhacolor @bookworm-0718 @jayeonnature @kai-maree

[i-turn-characters-2-warrior-cats]

How about SCP 035?

Oh, wonderful! Great request, let me get right into it. And I have an even better idea....a double request! I hope you don't mind, these stories appeared in my head intertwined.

Twistermask, my favorite manipulative, murderous, possibly greek, mask! Ravenrot, my favorite obsessed, doctor, bird thingy!

(Twister because 035 twists the mind, and mask because he masks his true self)

(Ravenrot because of the bird theme, and rot because it feels right, and it has relations to his lore)

I think Twisterkit was clanborn, born to CaveClan, so was Ravenrot.. Twisterkit was a very sweet and anxious kit, but also charismatic in a way. Talking his way out of trouble. Maybe a few kits or apprentices snuck out, and he talked his way out of trouble when they were caught. Ravenkit was a loner, but became interested in medicine, eventually becoming a medicine cat apprentice.

Twisterpaw probably became a mediator apprentice, and until he discovered how fun causing arguments could be, was actually good at his job.

Twistedmask became good friends with Ravenrot, CaveClan's only medicine cat at the time.

But, as AshClan was going through the tumultuous time of Caimanstar's leadership, CaveClan was going through a plague.

Ravenrot became obsessed with a cure after his parents fell sick, and while Twistedmask ignored his *laughter in the background* friend.

His focus was on the leader of the clan. Incompetent, weakling, he shouldn't be leader. But Twistedmask did a tap dance across the line and found out it was incredibly fun to manipulate, and started killing.

A certain someone noticed (could it be WC 106?), and gifted him with powers from the Dark Forest, adding to his additional powers of denying his feelings for his friend.

Twistedmask stumbled across his "friend" while he was working, and they had a fight (mlm violence), injuring both of them, as Ravenrot had developed powers without influence from the Dark Forest.

One of Ravenrot's "cured" zombies blinded Twistedmask in one eye, and he ran, dying alone in the woods. Ravenrot was exiled, and now roams the territory, while Twistedmask haunts CaveClan, always attempting to manifest in the real world.

That's the end of the request! Thank you wonderful anon, and as I always say, if you have another request or would like more elaboration, do contact my inbox again!

See ya!