SCP-166

SCP-166

Redesigned her from my last post of her! The antlers are based off of subadult reindeer. I imagine hers are fuzzy and velvety, unlike Lilith’s sharp and angular antlers.

chucks these at you at full speed

Well.. The first post? heh

Two lil warm ups from yesterday + today

☼ & ♦️ for our boy Glassy :3

☼ - appearance headcanon

This reminds me that I really need to draw him more,,,,

Glass is about 5’6” in height, not a very big guy. He looks bookish on the outside, but is actually pretty damn strong and could absolutely kick your ass. His eyes are a really icy blue and can be hard to keep eye-contact with due to how they just seem to stare into anyone’s soul. His hair is blonde and curly, plus really messy as you literally CANNOT brush curly hair, it does not end well. Plus, he wears glasses, but he doesn’t actually need them all that much. He only needs them to read without squinting.

He has a few scars from many different parts of his life — CI, Foundation, you name it. Most visible is the one across his left eye that impairs his vision in said eye a little. A less-visible by important scar is one on the right side of his abdomen, where he was shot as a field agent and put out of commission. There are a few old scars across his arms, however, that he’d rather no one see at all.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Glass likes to knit!! His mother taught him how to use needles as a torture method, but instead of abandoning the training altogether, he decided to turn it into something nice and relaxing. He even makes things like scarves and little knit animals for his patients, as well as specific SCP’s. While he’s been the victim of a few mocking words due to this hobby, nobody can really deny that it makes them happy to get something from him.

For a quirk, alongside doing the pen-twisty thing that’s described in the Ship In A Bottle hub . . . Glass chews on pens. And pencils. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it until it’s too late. Everyone knows which pens and pencils Glass has been using because there are bite marks all over the ends.

Listen to me, sweetheart, you are nothing when we’re apart I can promise you this: when we split the town, you won’t be missed