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The Crow and the Mourning Dove - Intro
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: “Just one more question for today, and then I'll leave you be.” Leeward chose his words carefully. “It says you were found in Marseille. Why did you leave Paris?”
Notes: I'm so excited to begin this new series! The song I had in mind in this chapter was Piano Concerto No. 1 in E Minor, Op. 11:1. Allegro Maestoso by Frédéric Chopin and the Warsaw Philharmonic Orchestra. The referenced “melancholy” part is roughly at 4:40. Here’s the youtube link for anybody interested in listening: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWd0O0TlJqM
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Leeward had just finished up his report on the progress made in his most recent interview with SCP-049, or lack thereof, when he had been flagged down by the site director.
"Adam! I'm glad I caught you. I need you to take on the series of interviews Dr.Rivera was conducting. Not all of them, just this one; SCP-9528. It's located down in humanoid containment. " The director held out a file to him.
Hesitantly taking it from his hand, Leeward let out a nervous but exasperated chuckle. "I don't really have a choice, do I?" It was framed as a joke, but his words held truth to them. He was in no place to refuse the directors request and keep his job intact.
The director let out a cold and unnerving laugh, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Be sure you get on this as soon as possible. I'm trusting you Dr.Leeward, don't make me regret it."
There was a pit in Leeward's stomach as he watched the director leave. Confrontation was never his strong suit. With a heavy sign, he began thumbing through the file, walking as he read.
He was intrigued to say the least, this scp was definitely a curiosity. He had taken a pen out of his coat pocket and began making notes in the file, underlining phrases like "seemingly female humanoid", "152 cm in height", "strange eyes", "musician", "spirit maiden" whatever that means, "reaper", "friendly", "deadly" that's a little contradictory. Reading the file had certainly left him with more questions than answers. At the bottom were notes written by Dr.Rivera.
-prefers to go by y/n, but will respond to designation
-states to originate from the 15th century
-claims to wear perfume, although never seen putting any on, emitted naturally?
-interview with song moving forward, timestamp changes with recording
-when asked about the ring on its necklace, answers given were vague, distant, and almost… somber.
Looking up, the designation on the door stared down at him. He must have been so lost in thought that he hadn't realized he was here already. Straightening his coat, Leeward held his keycard to the scanner, and braced himself as the door slid open.
The first thing that hit him was the soft lavender scent when he walked in. The second was the music that filled the room, with seemingly no point of origin. If he closed his eyes it was almost like he was at an orchestral performance. But his eyes stayed curiously trained on the figure before him.
In the center of the room stood SCP-9528, arms gently moving through the air as if conducting the room around it. As the door closed behind him, 9528 moved its head to the side, acknowledging him but not turning around.
“Where's Dr.Rivera?” The voice that questioned was warm, and if he didn’t know any better he would think it was human. Luckily he did know better.
“Dr.Rivera’s starting her maternity leave today, so I’ll be the one working with you for the time being. My name is Dr.Leeward.” This answer seemed to satisfy the scp, its head turning forward again to continue its musings.
Leeward sat at the table to his right, taking out his notes and signaling to the two way window across the room that he was ready and to start recording. He cleared his throat lightly before beginning.
“It says here your name is y/n, correct?” Leeward started with a simple question, choosing to go with the basics to gauge how to best lead the interview.
“That’s correct, although no one’s had the decency to call me that in ages. The numbers you’ve assigned will suffice as well.” It spoke with a soft French accent. Why it hadn’t been noted until now, he was unsure.
“Well y/n, I’d like to ask you some questions; get to know you better. Is that alright?” He remembered seeing something in the file about “good days” and “bad days”, so he thought providing some illusion of choice would increase its likelihood to cooperate.
“I suppose. You seem pleasant enough.”
“Good, now I know that you’ve most likely been asked some of these questions before, but I'd like to start from the beginning for myself.” Leeward paused before continuing. “It says in your file that you’re from the 15th century, is it safe to assume that you’re from France?”
9528 nodded “Yes, that’s correct.”
“Where in France specifically?”
“Île de la Cité. It was fairly populated at the time, even more so now I assume. I was one of the lucky few who lived there at the time to have a garden.” 9528 began to open up to Leeward, pleased with the topic of conversation. The music in the room took a more cheery tone to it.
“You say you had a garden? What kinds of things did you grow?”
“Oh, vegetables, fruit, spices, a few medicinal herbs, etcetera..”
“Medicinal herbs, could you elaborate on that for me?”
“You see, I always preferred homemade remedies over bought ones.”
“And what did you do for a living?” Leeward moved on, trying to find something substantial.
“I made music for the townspeople, in the market square by the cathedral. I always hoped to entertain and lift their spirits. It was a hard time in Paris back then. I loved the way the children would dance around without a care in the world. As if nothing could ever harm them.”
Leeward decided to take a chance. “It says here that you wear a ring on your necklace. May I ask why?”
The music in the room turned melancholy, and 9528 stilled. It paused, as if lost in thought, or perhaps pondering what it should tell the doctor. Leeward took the chance to listen to its melody. It sounded wistful and saudade. The more he listened, the more it felt like he was longing for something unknown and far away. What that meant, he was unsure. He was brought back to the present when 9528 spoke.
“It was a gift from someone close to me. I wear it to remember them.” That was all it seemed willing to divulge. The music softly paused. “I'm growing quite tired, Doctor.”
“Just one more question for today, and then I'll leave you be.” Leeward chose his words carefully. “It says you were found in Marseille. Why did you leave Paris?”
The answer it gave sounded thought out, as if only part true. But it shook the doctor nonetheless.
“The Plague.”
#scp 049 x reader#scp049xreader#scp 049#scp 049 x scp reader#scp foundation#scp containment breach#the crow and the mourning dove#scp 049 x oc#back in the swing of things#buckle up folks#its giving dark AND spicy#SLOWburn
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MOST ICONIC BIRD CALL BRACKET: THE FINALE: MOURNING DOVE vs. AMERICAN CROW.
these two combatants need no introduction. they've left a trail of destruction in their wake leading up to this. 32 birds, whittled down to just two.
THE MOURNING DOVE. embodiment of elegance and tranquility. its subtle beauty is a sight to behold. a voice that enchants the soul. a creature of resilience and adaptability. this is truly the peoples' bird.
THE AMERICAN CROW. a competitor that will leave you in awe with its enigmatic presence. it possesses unmatched intelligence, able to solve complex puzzles and exhibit remarkable problem-solving skills. and, of course, the caw. an unbeatable opponent.
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breaking my silence because I saw a little Fella
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Battle Royale
so you got submitted to a niche bird poll (A-4)
These birds all have more than a million sightings on eBird, what were you thinking submitting them to a dumb niche hipster poll??? Joking aside, these birds were definitely too popular to get into the poll itself. Please vote for your favorite here!
#Hipster Bird Battle Royale#BR-A#american crow#turkey vulture#mourning dove#listen yall I knew they would sweep the other BRs so I lumped them here
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I think I should be allowed to adopt birds off the street.
#actually do not let me do that ill have like eight mourning doves and several pidgeons by monday#dont talk to me or my son (crow i lured inside with bread crusts) ever again#[insert cool original post tag]
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People who hate their local birds are insane
#I LOVE YOU CATBIRDS AND ROBINS AND HOUSE FINCHES#MOURNING DOVES AND CARDINALS AND CROWS AND GREAT BLUE HERONS#AND NIGHT HERONS AND GRACKLES AND BLUEBIRDS AND SWIFTS
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if they gave me a yakuza theme it'd be called "Recieve and Smooch You" I will not be elaborating you just have to see the vision
#sairambles#general post#no yakuza tag on this one I don't want people to think I know more than I do about that series haha#my tattoo would be a crow of some kind I think#maybe a mourning dove?#idk definitely some kind of bird#man I should give that series another shot I own a good stack of the games
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huge respect to @myxinidaes for reblogging that post with 100 birds
#ok im gonna try to list 100 birds. house sparrow song sparrow fox sparrow white-throated sparrow dark-eyed junco#robin. ovenbird. hermit thrush. carolina wren. cardinal#carolina chickadee. house finch. purple finch. goldfinch. white-breasted nuthatch#red-breasted nuthatch. hooded merganser. american coot. wood duck. mallard duck#surf scoter. ruddy duck. black duck. northern shoveler. common loon#crow. fish crow. raven. turkey vulture. bald eagle#feral pigeon. mourning dove. turkey. quail. AMERICAN WOODCOCK#solitary sandpiper. herring gull. great black-backed gull. piping plover. killdeer#yellow-rumped warbler. pine warbler. palm warbler. black and white warbler. i cant think of a fifth warbler. red tailed hawk#cooper's hawk. osprey. barn swallow. tree swallow. blue jay#peacock. egyptian goose. peregrine falcon. merlin. canadian goose#green heron. starting to struggle here. flamingo. skua. albatross. great blue heron#barn owl - snowy owl - great horned owl - barred owl - WHAT was that little owl in central park called - uhhh mandarin duck#chicken. california condor. rose finch (there are many but i dont remember any of the weirder species). adelie penguin. emperor penguin#northern mockingbird.. starling.. grackle.. african gray parrot.. monk parakeet#stellar's jay ... baltimore oriole.. argh what's the other oriole we get. DOWNY WOODPECKER.. hairy woodpecker... pileated woodpecker#red-headed woodpecker. red-bellied woodpecker. ruby-throated hummingbird. scarlet macaw. whooping crane#whippoorwill. snowy egret. great egret. european robin. bird of paradise#there's a warbler that's just 'yellow' right? yellow warbler? cormorant...#struggling with some where i cant remember the exact name like was it a 'double crested' cormorant or something else.#zebra finch .. blue-footed booby... pelican....#australian magpie. The Other Magpie. ibis (nonspecific). potoo. EASTERN BLUEBIRDDDDDD !!!#ceruleanrambling#now i can go read yours
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It starts with the low call of the mourning doves.
The day is the coolest it will be and the shadows creep along the street as they run from the sun. It's always a distinct smell that lingers in the air, but one that can only be described as summer. Harkening back to the days of your youth, to long days spent doing nothing while complaining about the heat, to laughs shared with your friends while doing stupid shit, to tears shed because of sunburns and exhaustion.
Your body carries with it memories that you have since forgotten, memories that can return at the drop of a hat thanks to the specific combination of the sun on your skin and the call of the doves and the intro to that hit song from years ago. The particular sound of ice clinking against your cup or the feel of juice dripping down your chin after biting into a piece of your favorite fruit or the smell of chlorine or salt or dirt, mixing into a body of water that hits you just right.
It starts with the low call of the mourning doves, piercing your heart with stunning precision, knocking the breath from your lungs, even if just for a moment.
#there's this specific combination of sensations that just#take me back to when i was six with my cousin playing in front of his friend's house with trees that shaded the entire street#as the caw of a crow came moments before the call of the mourning dove#and another wherein i remember visiting my sister at the house where she grew up when i was four#the old stuffy feeling of the glass displays with porcelain dolls not meant for children and how everything was tinged blue#the call of my sister before she dragged me out of the house and into the sun (and man i've always hated the sun)#the scrape of my knees on the pavement as i tripped and the laugh of the best friend who she no longer talks to#the smell of the evergreen hedges that bordered the property offering nothing but home to spiders and lizards and the like#then falling asleep in the park as a teenager as i waited for my friend to come out; the feeling of safety that has since been torn from me#the grass prickled the skin of my arms and legs and the heat was unbearable but it was worth it and i would've done it time and again#and they're all so fucking visceral as though happening only yesterday#x:ix
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Heartbreaking... i just saw some birds flying overhead and couldn't identify them
#they were small-medium white birds#so that rules out crows and seagulls#they were flying in a group and their wings were smaller than the aforementioned birds#they might have been pigeons or mourning doves maybe? but they were VERY white
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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?”
#scp 049 x reader#scp049xreader#the crow and the mourning dove#scp 049#scp 049 x scp reader#scp containment breach#scp foundation#scp049#scp 049 x oc#throwing it into the deep end now#hope yall are ready for next chapter
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The breakfast crew this morning
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So I had the idea to make a bunch of outfits for Clive based on different birds, and I did it! Take the bird boys! I love them!
#professor layton#clive dove#I'm gonna tag the birds too because they're pretty#mourning dove#dove#rock pigeon#pigeon#peacock#blue jay#carrion crow#crow#very little symbolic thought went into these looks#sometimes there was#but most of the time I just wanted to make pretty bird looks#and yes I did base the crow on barok van zieks why do you ask
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forest creachers
#blue jay - red squirrel - american crow - black capped chickadee - mourning dove - dark eyed junco#these are from 2018 enjoy#mine#birding#bird photography#ornithology#bioblr
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Hoo HOOO whooooo woo woo
#thinkin bout mourning doves#we have sparrows and crows in the morning round me which is fine but I do miss the mourning doves back home
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Missing Seattle this week - I was born around there, and only get to visit every few years at best - and I REALLY wish I could find some paintings of it that aren’t a) The Space Needle, b) Pike Place Market, c) the city skyline
I Love Our Big Pointy Needle but please.... paint one (1) other thing....
#ideally would love some paintings of more intimate and human moments in seattle#and edmonds#like I miss all the electric rails/wires hung up for the trolleys#the cacophony of seagulls & crows & mourning doves that really just cements the seattle soundscape#the humidity & warmth of the clouds holding you like a blanket#the beautiful stupid fog that hangs over everything on certain days (most days)#the absolutely frigid cold that holds over from the morning when it gets sunny out#and keeps you wide awake through the day#the soft streetlights in the warm rain on the way to bookstores on aurora street#every night I ever slept there was the best sleep I'd ever had because of the sound and temperature#it's just not the same over here
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