#049 j

[crowscales]

i have two art styles

late for Father's Day but whatever

couldn't decide whether i liked it better with or without the background so two versions

[xxintruderloverxx]

Random doodle :\

I might laugh about jay is being a bird when he’s angry at Dyo 😭

(Lazy to add title)

[hyperfixationsofthebagel]

everything's a joke to me

[scpaftermathau]

Regret

In his sparsely furnished cell, SCP 049, as the fake Doctors called him, (although he much prefered Dr Arachne's nickname, Corvus) was hunched over a metal dining table, working on his journal, scribbling down the results of his latest experiments with his surgical techniques. He was fully engrossed in his writing, the monotonous scratching of his quill on the paper echoing off the plain concrete walls. He paid no mind to the man who stepped into the observation chamber, a glass-walled balcony on the side of the cell.

“SCP 049. I’m afraid we have some urgent news for you.”

He turned his head, anticipating the cruel words that always followed that sentence, as he sent an icy glare at the ‘Doctor’, then resumed his work.

“No doubt you know of the containment breach that occurred yesterday.” He continued to pay little attention to their words, instead etching his notes into the sides of the margin.

“The corpse of SCP 049 J-2 was found earlier this morning. Cause of death: Asphyxiated on blood from a gunshot wound.” Corvus froze, pausing mid-writing, his hand giving the slightest of trembles. He forced himself to continue, his mind racing. ‘No, no, nonono… this can’t be true. They’re lying again, right?’

His thoughts were interrupted again, “Word is, the remains will be incinerated and discarded at noon today.” Corvus checked his silver pocket watch discreetly and stifled his shaking hand.

“I have a sample of the subject’s clothing, if you want it.”

His gaze shot up at the window, eyes widening at the familiar pale purple fabric held by the man, Daniels. He was practically wearing his thoughts on his smug face, the way he gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes telling that Corvus all he needed to know; the bastard was mocking him.

“I could give it to you.” The man added with an infuriating smirk, “Or maybe not.”

He clenched his gloved hand into a fist, red hot fury simmered beneath his prim facade. He had done his very best to stay distant, and dare say cold, towards the children, the carefully crafted bargaining chips in the Foundation’s twisted game, but even that hadn’t saved his little girl from her fate.

He hated to admit it, but despite his rough attitude towards them, he cared for both of them like his own. It was just easier to distance himself from Junior, to focus on the differences between them. But Juliette, she was the spitting image of himself. He couldn’t help but see her as a daughter, even if he tried.

It pained him, to know that Junior would have to deal with this alone, to realise that his younger sister, with whom he had grown alongside, was gone forever. He dreaded to find out how Junior would handle the news. Corvus had a sinking suspicion that the boy would blame himself. But Corvus was struggling not to hate himself either, for trusting in the first place, for abandoning the closest he could ever have to family, and for ever letting himself be divided between fear and love.

[cornhighlights]

Op-

Cured.

[bbehem0th]

035: *busts the door down*

035: WHO ATE MY LEFT OVERS?!

049-j: *Munching* Who ate my brother's ass?

035: I-

[completely-hopeless]

Leave it up to plague doctors to get me out of an art block 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

Anyway, here's more plague doctors 🐦💉☣

(For better quality click on pic)

[scribble-skull-rat]

Yeah 049 and 049-J are cool and all but we tend to forget that the outfit is 049's skin and J is made of moss and small plauge masks, meaning that theres the possiblity that 049 could lift its beak to speak and you could see a giant mouth going from the inside of the beak to down his neck and stopping at where his collar bone would be filled with teeth and a large long tounge. And that J speaks with over a thousand voices at once, like the souls of hell all speaking at once because they could be speaking through all the small masks J is made of. I personally love this idea and want to see art of it.