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Nagizuru throws a tantrum (SCP Foundation AU)

A silly thing that @draconicsparkle and I wrote together for fun. Nagizuru but he's an SCP. Please enjoy.

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It had started out as a typical day. Well, typical for this place. The SCP Foundation’s bases tended to have bizarre occurances on a daily basis.

But still, it could be relatively routine at times. And it had been shaping up to be that kind of day again. The morning and afternoon had been fine, Hajime keeping SCP-4673 company. It wasn’t hard at all. It mostly consisted of him simply being in the same room as the entity. Though there were moments of physical contact. But not enough to be annoying.

But the evening rolled around, and the two shared the consensus of not wanting to make dinner themselves. So they elected to visit the staff cafeteria. They did this on their lazy nights. So there wasn’t too much panic when Nagizuru teleported them into the room.

“Thank you. Now, let’s see what they have. Want me to grab you something while you get a table?” Hajime asked as he stepped away from the white haired man.

The always present smile widened. “That is a suitable delegation of tasks. Very well. Return to my side as swiftly as you can.” Then he disappeared. Hajime turned to get in line, ignoring the startled shouts of some of the staff who clearly hadn’t expected the Apollyon class monster to appear near them. His sudden teleportation caused some overhead light bulbs to explode, slamming into some unfortunate people in line. The shards completely dodged Hajime, who seemed unaffected by the situation. "Keep that thing away from us, will you?" someone in line yelled. Hajime had to hold back the urge to punch the guy.

Putting that temporarily out of his mind, he accepted two plates of tonight’s dinner. Large bowls of fried rice. The scent was mouthwatering and he found himself excited. He hadn’t had this in several years.

So he quickly walked over to the table Nagizuru had chosen. It was a small one near the back, away from everyone else. Not unusual, as the SCP enjoyed having all of the brunette’s attention on him.

He placed the bowls down on the table with the silverware, pulling his seat in and grabbing a fork. “It smells really good. I might even get seconds.”

He scooped up some with his fork and lifted the steaming food to his mouth. But before he was able to take the bite, he noticed the man across from him. His hair was writhing, as if it was alive. And he was glaring at the bowl in front of him. Hajime sighed and put the fork back down. “And what is the matter?”

Nagizuru glanced up at him before returning to stare at the food. “Rice… and peas.”

Hearing the displeased tone, Hajime groaned. “Again with this? Grow up and just eat them. It’s not like you are allergic or anything.”

Nagizuru’s smile was clearly more of a grimace now. “I refuse. You shouldn’t force yourself to eat repulsive food groups such as these. I shall change it for us.”

The SCP reached for the food, fingertips making contact with it. But Hajime grabbed his bowl and pulled it closer to himself. “Get off! This is mine. And I’m gonna enjoy it. Now you eat yours!”

Nagizuru let out a growl, accompanied by the sound of crackling. The pale limbs began to elongate and the entity’s form also started increasing in scale. In addition, the white hair grew longer and longer.

Several members of the foundation screamed or shouted in fear and the sound of tables and chairs being pushed away or falling were audible. Most of the people were terrified of the creature in front of them and they ran out of the room.

But not Hajime. He didn’t even bat an eye, just returning his attention to his food and picking up the fork. “Throwing a tantrum because you don’t want to eat certain things? How mature.” Hajime started eating his food, as if nothing was amiss. “Return to normal. You are surely breaking things,” he said with his mouth full of peas.

“I will not,” the SCP stated in a voice that sounded layered by dozens of others. He rearranged himself so that his body was more comfortable with the increasing size.

But the creature’s sudden growth pushed over the table they had been sitting at, both bowls of the fried rice falling and splattering onto the floor.

The sight of the food on the ground made Hajime’s patience snap. “Fine. I won’t push it anymore.” But before Nagizuru could feel any sort of victory, he turned around and began walking back to the kitchen area. “However, I intend to enjoy this meal. So I shall get another portion and go find somewhere else to eat it. Away from you so I won't have to put up with your whining.”

“What?” the distorted voice asked in a panicked tone.

Hajime raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “Until you behave and fix everything you broke, I won't talk to you. AND you will need to eat the fried rice.”

He felt something clutch onto his midsection, pulling him back towards the sea of white hair. He could barely see a giant red eye peering down at him, looking far more resigned than defiant. “Okay… I’ll fix everything. And I’ll try it. So don’t leave me. Please?”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. “Deal.” He looked back to see stunned faces staring at them, peeking through the window door. He shrugged and said:

He poked the face hidden under the white hair. “And stubborn. Now go back to how you normally are, okay? Can you do that for me?” He made sure to ask these questions in a soft tone, knowing that Nagizuru was not able to resist requests when he talked like this.

“Alright,” the SCP said, body shrinking back to how he usually appeared. Once fully human-like again, he embraced the brunette. “I’ll do anything for you, Hajime. Even… eat rice and peas.”

Hajime pet the head in a comforting way. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s fix this room back up.”

A whooshing sound occured and all the tables, chairs, and spilled food was back in perfect condition. Hajime rewarded this with a hug of his own. “Thank you.” He separated and pointed to the chair. “Now, let’s have a less chaotic meal. No more shenanigans.”

“No more shenanigans". Nagizuru repeated.

Hajime sat down and picked up his fork, the entity copying him seconds after. Before taking his first bite, he looked at Hajime's eyes with his usual smile, now looking amused.

“… for now.”

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Operation: F.A.T.H.E.R.

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👩‍🍳👩‍🍳👩‍🍳Coming up with these silly word things is harder than it looks 🤲

This AU changes the events in Father's childhood, and for a fun friendly parallel the Delightful Children have new beginnings, too--

The Creepy Kids from Across the Playground were Miss Citrine's five priority children-- Kindergartners brought together by the same tragic event in their hometown of Endsville.

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When they proved too "rambunctious" for their previous facility, they were transferred to Miss Citrine's care. As a retired superhero, she was the best suited for the job.

That doesn't mean it was easy.

✨cringe culture is dead and we can post fanfic again✨

The ball park

Your jjba stand name

January: star

February: gold

March: soft

April: nut

May: leaf

June: chariot

July: ball

August: lover

September: cream

October: soft

November: crazy

December: ice

1: highway

2: hand

3: experience

4: king

5: nothing

6: rock

7: breaker

9: park

10: haze

11: pistols

12: stone

13: fighter

14: jam

15: dead

16: sun

17: wet

18: head

19: deeds

20: waves

21: dolls

22: tattoo

23: civil

24: small

25: cream

26: blues

27: waves

28: planet

29: shell

30: jump

31: tall

If your hair is:

Brown

Yellow/blonde

Black

Put ‘the’ at the beginning of your stand name

If your hair is:

Blue

Red

Purple

Put ‘and’ in the middle of your stand name

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anyone remember this guy… i remember this guy

nighttime winddown

i hate them so much why are they like this

Ok first off i love the way u drew tdcfdtl like literally amazing. Second do u got any dcfdtl angst hcs? I would love to cry about them :D (if not thats cool :>)

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

You are in for a treat my friend

Of course I cannot go through any hyperfixation without traumatizing every reoccurring character ‼️

TW// PARENTAL ABUSE/NEGLECT

Methinks the Delightfuls could technically do things on their own, and they truly don't want to be doing any of the things they did in the show, but they do it because of their fear of Father. He has complete control over them. If they refuse, he lights them on fire and only extinguishes them when he hears an apology. They know he'd let them die if they were to just, not apologize, or if they were to do something against his wishes.

They have burn marks all over their bodies and David (who usually steps in front of Bruce and Connie to protect them) has such bad burns that most of his torso is beyond healing.

After the events of ZERO, Hoagie and Kuki (both being abuse victims) noticed the burns and their way of acting at some point and they'll occasionally sneak small gifts into their mansion for them, stuff Father won't take away from them that will make them feel happy. They don't usually get the chance to be happy.

They sleep in a very specific pile to insure they don't hurt each other on accident by making contact with one of the other's burn marks. Lenny suffers from an unknown chronic pain disability, leftover from his original self, that causes the burns to feel much more painful than normal. It's so bad that when contact is made with a burn mark, he screams in agony (of course, it's technically all of them that scream, but he's the one provoking it). The others work to protect him specifically from this pain by staying in front of him so that he's completely covered from the neck down. The helmet he wears protects his facial burns.

They speak to each other in their heads when they're alone. Father doesn't like it when they speak to each other out loud, so they do it in their minds. They have very personal conversations with each other. Ones that Father would beat the shit outta them for. Things like how they feel about themselves, how they feel about their situation, and how much pain they're in. The conversations are mostly tame, usually just about their interests that Father allows them to have, but there are times where they get far too close to crying from how deep the conversations can get. Doesn't help that there's already constant reminders of how stuck they are and how they'll never escape their living conditions.

Gundham's favorite good boy 🐶💘

@donutprty gave me this photo and told me to draw soudam, then threatened me to post it so here it is... that's one way to make me do things ig