#agent daniel lucken

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HAPPY PRIDE!!!!

I am sorry for my creation, but also, not sorry.

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“Call off your dog.”

The words mean nothing to him, but he glances back towards Shard, who chooses to stand there. His smile is polite. Practiced.

It’s not uncommon for an agent to be jealous of Shard. The good looks, the scores, the rumors. He hasn’t ignored—no, not at all—he reveled in it. The sun and stars are his spotlight, staring down at him as his audience.

Lucky’s his dog. Behind cracked lenses, his eyes stare down the agent. He’s a creature of impulse, Shard knows that. He’s a creature leashed, Shard knows that too. There’s a knife in his jacket. He’s washed off blood and viscera more times than he can count. It would be so easy, here in these halls, under their perpetual fluorescent light. These walls are used to secrets.

But Shard says nothing, and Lucky shelves the thought. They walk away, just this once.

[ His dog doesn’t sound so bad… ]

Okay! So that excerpt out of the way, which serves absolutely no purpose btw. I just saw the quote and went yeehaw with it. But anyways, but anyways. The topic at hand: Lucky as Shard’s dog.

It’s entirely an accident that the metaphor came to be but it goes so much deeper than we ever thought. Also this essay is poorly organized, I’m just dumping thoughts freely.

First and foremost, a short background. Agent Lucky is an agent of the SCP Foundation who specializes in Disinformation—that is basically covering up the Foundation’s tracks. Assassinations in particular are his specialty, alongside his WORK partner, Agent Shard, otherwise known as the Foundation’s sweetheart.

His real name is Daniel Lucken and he got into the Foundation as a D-Class who was accused and convicted of serial murder. Though initially escaping his stint as a D-Class, he didn’t make it far but was offered an ultimatum: Working in the Foundation in exchange for his life. And he took it. Got experimented on, became a robot (or more his mind and soul got stuffed into a robot), finds out he can go from timeline to timeline after dying. In essence, when he dies, he wakes up in another timeline or, in SCP wiki terms, another canon.

The most obvious thing is that his freedom is extremely limited. Lives on Foundation property, cannot leave Foundation property without permission or supervision. In short, he lives like a dog and missions are basically walks to the park. Sometimes he gets to move out but only because he would be living with a member of staff (one Dr. Glass) who’s basically entrusted with his life.

More emotionally, however, he is so closely tethered to Glass. That’s the love of his life—his only sense of normalcy. In a way as normal as possible, Glass is his owner, whether he likes it or not. As Agent Shard, he’s tasked with making sure he doesn’t escape and that he follows the Foundation. They are also roommates and with Shard the only one who can actually leave the site means he’s responsible for the food bills, and most bills, since Lucky isn’t actually being paid that much in comparison.

As work partners, they developed a very close friendship. Lucky is essentially his guard dog from this point forward. He’s violent, he gives in to impulse, occasionally prone to jealousy. If Shard tells him to bite, he will. If Shard tells him to stay, he will. If Shard tells him to stop ruining the couch, he’ll look a little guilty then do it again the next day. Lucky has no loyalty to the Foundation itself; just to Glass.

Lucky’s impulsiveness almost underlines his personality. He chooses to improvise over planning, and it works a good amount of the time. But also he has a near/very violent dislike to be told what to do. It sickens him so he just doesn’t do it. While he does seem accepting of alternative wording and some amount of manipulation, he generally takes very poorly to be told what to do. In other words, he’s a dog that only does tricks for its owner.

His loyalty meanwhile is unerring, but only to Glass and Glass alone. Remember that after death he ends up in another timeline? Each lifetime of his is only about 10 years, and for those ten years he sticks very closely to Glass without fail. He almost always befriends him, almost always dates him, and occasionally marries him. The point here is that he not just listen to Glass alone but he almost can’t live without him. Sure he can sustain himself if made a stray but he has no intention of doing that.

Also the D-Class thing reminds me of a dog at the pound awaiting slaughter, or a dog at a shelter waiting to be adopted. Both happened technically. That’s just the way he is.

So he bites, he listens/ignores, he does what he wants, he does what Glass wants, he can be motivated by food, he needs to do something constantly or he’ll lose his mind.

That last one, actually, is also important. Lucky cannot sit still to save himself. It’s a miracle he spent that long in prison. Much like a working breed, he needs to constantly be using up his energy otherwise he gets irritable and anxious. He cooks, he cleans, he does all the chores for Glass because it’d kill him not to. The way his energy works as a robot is that he’s running at 100% until he’s out of battery and he needs the energy to go somewhere for his safety at this point.

Not really that related but he can’t tie his own tie. He rarely needs to but when he doesc he asks Glass. It’s a longwinded metaphor for a leash but he only trusts Glass to put it on him.

Did I mention he has separation anxiety and can’t bear to be in separate rooms from Glass? Yes, Glass occasionally gets it treated, but it rarely has too much long term effect . If he can’t stay in the same room, he waits at the door.

Glass also called him Lucky. He’s the one who gave him his name. You know, like an owner naming his dog. Though Glass meant nothing by it; just that he was lucky to escape being a D-Class.

Also he’s the getaway driver. Consider it a parallel to sheepdogs herding sheep. “How?” I’ve been running on three sleepless nights, just work with me here. He drives recklessly but he’s fast and can escape just about anyone.

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puppetshow gacha screenshots i made that i lwk forgot to post

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Wholesome Glass Headcanons!!

Whenever he goes for a walk and passes by the creek or the pond in his neighborhood, he always stops to count the ducks. Also to feed them!! He’s begun being able to tell them apart and name them, he also counts and tries to befriend the geese!!

He loves to go for nighttime strolls, to try and befriend the critters around. The night creatures tend to be skiddish though, and he tends to be too tired to walk after it gets dark. He does his best though!!

Every year on his birthday he treats the psychology wing with homemade cupcakes, sure Lucky made them but its a delicious treat!

His favorite flower is the dahlia!

Simon crochets in his free time, he really loves to crochet stuffed animals. Whenever he has a surplus and finds himself without room, he tears up as he sorts half of them to adopt out. Usually he will pass these plushies out to kids or have a silly little kennel in his office with the plushies stacked in with a sign saying “Adopt Me!” On the front. These usually dont last too long.

Simon apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them, or drops them, or knocks them over, or-

He learned ASL for his best friend since forever, Agent Sparks. The two knew each other prior to the Foundation and have been inseparable, yet Simon tends to be better at asl than his friend funny enough (he bullies Sparks in that way only a friend can by signing too fast)

Dogs are very good for serotonin, and thus? He brings in therapy dogs every Monday to help cheer people up, where he gets them? No clue, but its the light of everyone’s day seeing those puppies.

He can and will get everyone a card on their birthday, and I mean everyone. Suddenly in their paperwork theres a signed birthday card from one Dr Glass with the promise of a free cookie if they stop by his office!

If you hug Simon, he’ll return the hug and not let go until you do.

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Just some fanart of my ships involving Simon, I realized I hadn't drawn them being all lovey dovey and decided to change that.

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Is this a reference to Hannibal? Yes. Have I watched Hannibal? No. But this was too good to not draw, idc if some of the proportions are off, this dragged me out of my art slump with a vengeance.

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The Lucky x Glass playlist just dropped guys

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Being the Foundation’s “pretty boy” unfortunately meant that Agent Shard didn’t go a day without whispers and people staring. He had to be careful and calculated with every movement, word, tone, and gesture. He couldn’t slip up once, always being charming with an almost deadly hint somewhere in there.

He smiled for the cameras, flirted back with a grin. He bared his teeth to friend and foe alike, eyes sparkling in a way that drew people in. It was almost anomalous how people seemed to flock to him, if you were attracted to men? Count yourself as part of the masses.

But none of it mattered to him personally. It was always just a part of the job.

The only time it matter did was when he was with the densest man in the world. The only one who wasn’t entirely smitten. And Shard fell.

Hard.

It was in the little things really.

How Lucky guided him through the halls, a tug on his belt loop to keep him close and moving. Or how he always packed two bento boxes for post mission snacks and meals, he was a great chef. Maybe it was the fact that Lucky didn’t care if he messed up Shard’s face, and in a spar he would actually give his all.

Each one of these small minuscule moments had Shard breathless, he found himself fighting down the warmth growing in his cheeks. A plain, average man. A murderer, had more empathy towards him than anyone else had.

Over time, Shard grew to trust him. The man who stood behind him in every moment, who blended into the masses and memorized his orders. The man that he could trust to aim true when they were running from a GOI, someone he knew would have blankets and tea at the ready after a particularly hard mission.

The man who never questioned the sorrow that shook him after a rough night. Who cleaned his bleeding scratches and helped hide the marks left behind from earlier in the night.

Shard found himself staring at the man more often than not, gazing and trying to figure out what made him tick. What made him so kind and collected, why he treated him as a person rather than the object the O5s wanted him to be. Lucky wasn’t normal, he was far from it. Yet he was the most mundane man in the site.

Of course, Shard denied any affections towards his mission partner. The romantic ones anyways. It didn’t matter if his stare lingered longer than it should, or how his gaze softened each time Lucky spoke.

Shard was the luckiest man to have the agent by his side. Yet Lucky meeting Shard was most definitely the unluckiest thing that has ever happened to the agent.

Lucky deserved better than to be hated by jealous strangers, to undergo harassment or anger. He deserved more than being called nothing more than a collared dog for Shard to sic on people when he decided to. Lucky deserved better fate than being attached to the Foundation’s pretty face or go back to being a D Class.

Lucky deserved better than having to pick up the pieces of a broken man who couldn’t look himself in the mirror night after night. Lucky deserved better than having to wipe the vomit from his mission partner’s chin after choking on the memory of the night prior. He deserved better than having to cradle his partner close after nightmares every night.

Shard would forever deny his infatuation with his unlucky partner.