#throwing it into the deep end now

[ploo-toe]

The Crow and The Mourning Dove: CH 2

SCP-049 x SCP!Reader

Series tags/warnings(18+): fem!reader, slowburn, (eventual)smut, horror, gore/violence, death, unethical experiments, dark, mentions of past trauma, happy ending

Chapter Summary: “The Chem. Department has a new lavender sedative mix they want to test out, so we’re moving it to a separate testing chamber.  During that time, maintenance will come in for a routine inspection of all the locking mechanisms in 049’s cell.  You’re there to ensure everything runs smoothly.”

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Almost a month had gone by, and while 049’s insight had been helpful, progress with 9528 was slow.  The scp was wary; reluctant to let its guard down.  Though, on rare occasion, it would be comfortable enough to drop its facade, even if only for a brief moment.

While Y/n didn’t completely trust Dr.Leeward, she could recognize that he was somewhat of an oddity.  He deviated from the other foundation staff.  Where others were callous and barbaric,  he was softened.  He couldn’t deny his compassionate nature.  It’s why he didn’t push when she was unwilling to share certain details, encouraging her to answer only what she felt comfortable with.  Even if deep down, Y/n knew that he still only thought of her as a thing. Not a she, but an it.  Still, he was better than most.

“Ok, so we went over the things you like.  What about dislikes?  Anything that upsets or annoys you, possibly even things that you’re afraid of?”  Dr.Leeward sat across from her, encouraging her to go at her own pace. It was refreshing, his patience.

“...I’m not overly fond of fire.”  

“Fire?”  It was clearly an answer he wasn’t expecting.  A centuries old being, responsible for the slaughter of hundreds, if not thousands, afraid of fire?

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“May I ask why?”

While there were some things Y/n was willing to disclose, others were deemed far too personal.

“There was an incident in the past that led to a certain… avoir les pétoches… aversion.”  Y/n muttered under her breath, trying to find the words.  While she was fluent enough in the King’s English, she found its expressiveness quite limiting.

“I see…” Leeward spoke as he finished up his notes “Well I’ll leave it at that for today, and we’ll pick up again next week.  Is there anything you want to speak of before the end of the session?”

“No Doctor, that will be all.”

He nodded, gathering his things and exiting the cell.

Y/n remained at the table, simply staring ahead at nothing.  To the camera’s she appeared almost bored.  But for a brief moment, she was back there.  She could see the flames surrounding her, feel them eating away at her skin. She blinked it away as quickly as it had come.  She got up slowly, making her way over to her bed and getting as comfortable as it allowed.  Perhaps some rest would do her good.

Leeward made his way down the hall towards his office, nodding to a group of guards on his way, before The Director flagged him down.

“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this, Adam.”  Director Novak joked. Tell me about it. Leeward bit his tongue.  “I need you to assist in the movement of SCP-049 today.”  Movement?

“Why are we moving 049?”  He racked his brain, trying to think of whatever reason there might be for such a high clearance task.

“The Chem. Department has a new lavender sedative mix they want to test out, so we’re moving it to a separate testing chamber.  During that time, maintenance will come in for a routine inspection of all the locking mechanisms in 049’s cell.  You’re there to ensure everything runs smoothly.”  Novak’s cold stare bore holes into Leeward’s skull.  He wanted Leeward there to keep 049 docile.  Meeting the director's gaze, it was clear as day.  He knew the risks that came with moving 049, he just didn't care.  Leeward swallowed down the lump in his throat, knowing it was better not to question Novak’s judgment, and followed him to 049’s containment cell.  

Leeward went into the cell first, told by the director that he was to obtain 049’s full cooperation.

“Hello 049.”

“Doctor, I was unaware that we had any meetings today.”  049 stood cordially, halting its previous task of writing in its journal.

“No, we don’t, I’m here sent by the director to prepare you for testing.  He asked that I come in first to make sure you’re cooperative.”  Leeward spoke with thought out words, careful not to provoke the scp.

“Ah, yes.  I have my work as you have yours.  I am willing to see through your tests.”

He was relieved that 049 seemed to be in a good mood today. The last thing he wanted was for this to go poorly.

Leeward signaled for the guards to come in, stepping back as they attached its restraints.  Two held onto its chains, pulling it forward, while the remaining 4 had their rifles fixed on it.  They slowly began making their way out of the cell, leading it down the hall.  Director Novak stood stiffly, staring down 049 with a shark-like gaze.  The teams movements were slow and calculated. While the facility guards may have been lacking in certain social aspects, they knew the tactical precision necessary, and the weight any mistakes would carry.

They had just barely made it to the first turn before they heard it, down the hall behind them.

A gut wrenching scream bounced off the walls, laced with pure terror.  What the hell was that!?

049 halted, posture stiff and eyes wide.  

“...Y/n?”

[andi-o-geyser]

“cody only has under an hour of screen time in all of star wars” maybe to you he does. to me he's the main character

[squuote]

I know I’ve already made a post about the parable but I do wanna also say I adore how on first glance, it’s a generic office setting until you start actually observing it closely. but more specifically the way the white glow from the windows is meant to be like, sunlight shining into the building. but then when you finally pause to take a peak of the outside world, you’re only to be met with a seemingly never ending white void. idk perhaps I am focusing so much on such a small thing but it’s just. such a thing to process. the way everything is so normal when you don’t look into the small details.

[zymstarz]

yeah sure that's how i'll [re]come out

[aardvaark]

parker leverage is so real for having a conversation flowchart. how does small talk even work without rehearsed answers honestly

[fluentisonus]

me, not great with patterns beyond the basics, trying to make sense of some of this stuff

[anonyanonymouse]

I'm so disappointed I won't be able to immediately tune in on the twst update like usual 😭 I'm pretty sure this is the first time I won't be watching it right after it's up, and not only that, but my early morning obligation preventing me from enjoying the update is going to last FIVE hours 😭😭😭

[quatregats]

I also just. Sorry not to make everything about The Other Blorbo. But if you look at my obsession with TE Lawrence you can see what I mean about how much more of a freak Hornblower could be

[felixvanhuss]

One of these days I'm gonna find that fucking hankcon fic I lost. Then I can stop losing my mind over it every few months

[boag]

I’m so depressed about everything rn . Being sick has ruined my sleep schedule again so I slept through most of the day and now I just feel so devastatingly alone for whatever reason . Brb watching Eraserhead

[flywolfwriting]

I was gonna make you wait until Tuesday for chapter 15 but I am thoroughly enjoying y'all's reactions to the teaser and I will be finishing the chapter within the next hour or so, and I am very tempted to post it tonight instead....

[daisychainsandbowties]

Amber Run - Amen

oh, is there a heaven?/ you’d know now you’ve been 

you know this show makes me crazy but one of the most interesting things it does is, simply, giving us Mary

this character who is bereaved from the very start, and we cannot possibly understand her grief. can’t even grasp at the edges of it.

& it’s so powerful because Shannon is a gaping wound ripped through the narrative, but we can’t see it. we can feel the blood dripping onto our backs, in our periphery. but we're stuck with this outline of her, a body ripped open not once, but twice. plundered for its treasure. only Mary goes and searches it for answers.

maybe out of habit, because it's where her answers have always been

and, with no body to keep her contained, Shannon is scattered everywhere.

in Beatrice, flinging herself at armed men in a kind of strained imitation of Shannon, because we learn bad habits too.

people sometimes say that Bea's whole 'trust your team' speech is ironic, coming from her, but i think she trusts her sisters. her issue in s1 is that she knows what she can trust them to do. she knows that Shannon would have wrapped her body around their bodies; that she would have carried any of them through fire.

she hates that and she resents it but, again, we learn bad habits most especially from the ones we love.

Lilith, who must at least be motivated somewhat by the thought of Shannon, perforated, brimming with blue light and telling her, with that sudden set of her jaw. that elusive steeliness to her voice, ‘you’re ready.’

Mary. i always think of her standing in Vincent’s office that night, and how incredibly kind she is to Ava. what we’ve seen her do before that - shoot a man in cold blood on a cliff, hold a knife against the tangle of veins in a wrist, telling a man how quickly it is possible to bleed out.

& then we see her in standing in the sunset at Cat's Cradle & she's something else. she's a container for all the grief we aren't ready to see.

Ava, who spends so much time running but can’t escape. 

something about how you can’t run from a ghost when the ghost is inside you. 

I can't help blaming you/ for leaving me here, what am I supposed to do?

thinking about how episode 1 takes its title from the Book of Psalms. episode 1, and the first thing we hear Mary say which is

'i need somewhere to put her down'

it always makes me think, oh Mary, you never will

this passage from psalms 23 & what it says about her,

Mary and the places we see her most often: on the docks, on the plateau where Ronda perches, on a bridge with Ava when Beatrice picks her up.

liminal spaces. between land and sea. between the earth and the sky. a bridge (between). what i think that says about where Mary is standing the whole time and where she ends up.

where she ends. 

standing between her sisters and the world that wants to eat them. 

[djarin]

the way i've just finally been able to tackle about 10 years worth of clutter in my room...

[impossible-rat-babies]

ngl I do think my biggest gripe with myths of the realm in a narrative sense is having it be so late in 14’s life means you end up with a lot of unanswered questions that are just a result of how the content wasn’t created until later

[griffinsboyfriend]

Mk. I change my mind, Mandy is very annoying and would be an utter failure without MC and Ryder.

[caramello-styles]

sign of the times and its little things ✨