#stalker seva suit

[hard-like-ai]

[ayliaan]

GHOST!

pspspsp @tar-dar

okey okey hear me out ppl… story idea about time anomaly where Strelok post-soc and Ghost has their last goodbye. Where they need to deal with the fact that Ghost can’t cheat his death and Strelok can’t bend reality no matter how hard he tries. So they end up accepting the inevitable and finding closure in the little time they have left…

[blackbirds-on-the-marsh]

[ID: digital art of a character from the Stalker games, standing in the middle of a grassy field. They’re wearing an orange SEVA suit, and checking their detector. Fizzy green light from an anomaly shines before them, contrasting sharply against the dull grass. Dead trees dot the background, and clouds gather behind them. The colors are shades of desaturated, sickly greens and browns. End ID.]

[sjebberd]

Me and the stalker gang at epiccon germany

[hipercreative]

My PMC Skin pack '3 Available for download on Planet Minecraft! Do NOT reupload these skins without my permission! Pack title: Stalker SEVA Pack.2 The pack includes: - Freedom SEVA Suit - Mercenary SEVA Suit - Monolith SEVA Suit Oops it seems like there is no link yet! Tags: #stalker #game #pmc #minecraft #skin #minecraftskin #edit #oc #seva #character #suit #mercenary #monolith #freedom #stalkershadowofchernobyl #instagood #instapic #instapicture #minecraftpc (at Pripyat, Ukraine) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7W3u0gn5sg/?igshid=qs75wx8wl3xj

[tvrrassvet]

Ushko

Finally translated the reference of my OC (actually this is only one my normal ref) I also have some fan arts with him, but I don’t know able I post them here  Will be very glad to get questions about him, if you interested  So, he also has two dogs, but I will translate them later 

Real name: Kaganov Vsevolod Old nickname:Kagan Height, weight:178cm-82kg

 Looks at all 40, but nobody know his real age

Ex ”clear sky”, just a little part of survived stalkers know that he was belong to a group 

Left the “Clear Sky” a couple of months before the Great Blowout and refuse old nickname

His ear was bitten by psi-dog, it also bitten his head and face, after it he got a new nickname (Ushko mean Ear, but more affectionately)

He has a good reputation with scientists, for which he has a license to contract with them

Often searches for lost squad and works as a guide for scientists

Wears a yellow ribbon on the sleeve as a distinctive mark

By nature he is a reasonable and calm stalker, carefully treats by rookies, could train them 

Goes without patches, but in Sunrise suit (mb will change to SEVA) Armed: MP 133 or AK 105 I was too lazy to draw a walkie-talkie and a knife behind his back

[sergeant-morozov]

What the fuck is happening in here?!

Journal of Ilya Morozov, October 31. 2012.

I had to find a place to hide from the fucking freak, he was after me without a gun and I thought that I could lose him in the apartment complex but no. He was like a fucking bloodhound and followed me onto the second floor of the building. I tried my best to hide in one of the rooms as I heard the lunatic walk in the hallway. "You- Why did you kill him?! He never hurt anyone!" I still had no idea what he was on about, I tried to attack him once more hoping that I'd get him knocked out or even killed if I had to but as soon as I stepped out of the room to the hallway, he hit me in the head and made it hard for me to see straight. He slammed me against the wall and hit me again before I could push him off of me for a short second. Then out of nowhere a stalker tackled him but of course the lunatic got the upper hand on him as well, I tried to go and get him off of the loner but I did not see the next punch coming. Left hook straight to my stomach, I felt sick as I coughed for air and lightheadedness almost made me lose balance.

Two more SEVA suited men rushed up the stairs but without headgears and once Reznikov was laying on the floor knocked out with a nosebleed, I saw the two other people and for fuck's sake- the bandits saved me and the loner from Reznikov.. "Grab his ass and let's get him to Yanov.." The grey haired bastard growled to his taller friend who crouched to look at the monolithian, he even checked the pulse and made sure he was breathing! Why did he give a shit?! Ehh.. I turned to the loner and helped him up. "Ah, fuck- You alright?" I got shocked from the voice and almost let go of his hand, Luka? As he was patting off dust and dirt from the suit I removed my headgear and Luka quickly did the same after seeing me. "What the hell are you doing in Pripyat?!" I heard Luka yelp at me and I wanted to ask the same thing from him! I wasn't sure if I could talk about the job the mercs gave me but there was no time window to answer as Luka rushed to hug and squeeze my sides. We stood there for a minute until I heard the bastard giggle at us; "Alright, keep the suit. We'll take the blind boy to the loner and you two can probably get out of here together?"

And then the bandits left us, we stayed in the complex for few minutes just talking. I told the commander that I got the stash and found the pouch but got no answer from him.

-Ilya Morozov.

[myimmortalstalker]

Chapter 12

I was about to slit my wrists again with the rusty knife that Scare had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.

“NO!” I THOUGH IT WAS FROrester but it was Bloodsucker. He started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOO! MY HEAD HURTS!” and then… … … his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

I stopped. “How did u know?”

“I saw it! And my head hurt really badly!”

“NO!” I ran up closer. “I thought you didn’t get visions!” I shouted.

“I don’t, but now I had one.” he said back. “Anyway my head hurt so much! Save me! then I had a vision of what was happening to Scar… … Slutan has him bondage!”

Anyway I was in Doc’s care now recovering from my slit wrists. Termor and Lookash and FORSTER were there too. They were going to be abandoned in Pripayt after they recovered cause they were pervs and you can’t have those around places with lots of hot stalkerz. Sidorovich had constipated the PDA video they took of me naked. I put up my middle finger at them.

Anyways Forster came into my bedroll holding a bouquet of wilted pink flowers.

“Selok I need to tell u something.” he said in a v. serious voice, giving me the flowers.

“Fuck off.” I told him. “You know I fucking hate the color pink, anyway, and I don’t like fucked up bitches like you.” I snapped. Forster had been mean to me before being goffnik.

“No Setrlok.” Forster says. “Those are not flowers.”

“What, are they goffs too you poser prep?” I asked cause I was angry that he had brought me pink flowers.

“I saved your life!” He yelled angrily. “No you didn’t I replied.”  “You saved me from getting a Paris Hilton p– video made from being naked and being vued by Termo and Lookash” Who MASTABATED (c is dat speld rong) to it he added silently.

“Whatever!” I yelled angirly.

He pointed a finger at the pink flowers. “These aren’t flowers.” He suddenly looked at them with an evil look in his eye and muttered I said come in bLOWOUT SOON FELLOW STALKER! .

And then the flowers turned into a huge black flame floating in the middle of the air. And it was black. Now I knew he wasn’t a prep.

“OK I believe you now wtf is Scare?”

Forster rolled his eyes. I looked into the balls of flame but I could c nothing.

“U c, Stelrok,” Seedorovyc said, watching the two of us watching the flame. “2 c wht iz n da flmes (HAHA U REVIEWRS FLAMES GEDDIT) u mst find urself 1st,  k?”

“I HAVE FOUND MYSELF OK YOU MEAN OLD MAN!” Forster yelled. SedoroBITCh lookd shockd. I guess he didn’t have a headache or else he would have said something back.

Forster stormed off back into his cabin. “U r a liar, Seedorovich!”

Anyway, when I got better I went upstairs and put in a black SEVA suit that was ripped on the ends. There was some corset-like stuff on the front. Then I put on black fishnets and black military boots with pictures of weapons on them. I put my ushanka so I looked like a proper slav (if u don’t know what a ushanka iz ur a prep so fuk off!) and I put on blood-red face paint and black eyeliner.

“You look kawai, dude.” Ghost said sadly. “Fangs (geddit) you do too.” I said sadly too, but I was still upset. I slit both of my wrists feeling totally depressed and I sucked all the blood. I cried again in a dark corner and took care to stay hidden so Termo and Lookash couldn’t spy on me this time. I went to visit some people. Bloodsucker was in the 100 Rads. He looked all depressed because Scar had disappeared and he had used to be in love with Scar. He was sucking some blood from a rookie.

“Hi.” he said in a depressed way. “Hi back.” I said in an wqually said way.

We both looked at each other for some time. Degtyarev had beautiful red gothic eyes so much like Scars. Then… …. we jumped on each other and started screwing each other.

“STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS!” Shouted Guide who was watching us and so was everyone else.

“Bloodsucker you fucker!” I said slapping him. “Stop trying to screw me. You know I loved Scar!” I shouted and then ran away angrily.

Just then he started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOOO! MY HEAD HURTS!” and then… his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

“NO!” I ran up closer.

“I thought you didn’t get visions!” I shouted.

“I don’t, but now I had one.” he said back. “Anyway my head hurt so much and then I had a vision of what was happening to Scar… … Slutan has him bondage!”

[catsnuggler]

Hm. Looks like it would be impossible to do the run with only stashed items, as the only locations one can find a SEVA suit, which is required to go through the Jupiter Underground, and into Pripyat, are... in the Jupiter Underground and Pripyat. So you would have to buy that first SEVA suit. Additionally, it is required that you loot the Gauss Rifle/Item 62 from the Monolith Preacher after killing him, in order to finish the game. Finally, if you want to find Strelok's stashes, you need to find the data box from the drone in the Northwest of Jupiter, and bring it to Novikov, Nitro, or perhaps Cardan in Zaton? To be decoded... which would cost you money, as these guys won't do it for free. Still, aside from these hiccups, I think this is otherwise possible.

Edit: I forgot about Morgan's PDA. If you side with the Stalkers in Zaton, and oppose the deal between the corrupt Duty supply officer Morgan, and the Bandits, which the Mercenaries also seem to be privy to, then you'll have to loot Morgan's PDA to finish the quest, and turn it in to either Freedom leader Loki or Duty leader Shulga in order to access the Duty Warehouse that Freedom captured.

I'm watching Anomalous Dugout's videos on all the stashes in S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Call of Pripyat, and it appears, from a quick youtube search, that nobody has done a "Stash Only" run for the game. What I mean is: Nobody has dumped all the supplies they started with, refused to loot any from corpses, and dumped any they got from quest givers (save for Rubles, which you can only really get rid of by purchasing equipment or repair services, which would be strictly prohibited in such a run), surviving solely on the supplies they found in stashes. Well, come to think of it, I would accept supplies from the dead soldiers at the STINGRAY crash sites as fair game. They're dead at the beginning of the game, their location is fixed, and, for all intents and purposes, they are essentially stashes, themselves.

Makes me want to figure out my old twitch login, find a way to record half-decently, and stream this run, myself. I've never streamed anything, though, and I don't know if doing so in my current environment would be such a good idea. Maybe sometime down the road, though.

[deepseawritings]

idk if youre still doing these but if so, maybe 79 or 81 with scar and strelok? your content gives me life honestly

Sorry for the delay in answering anon! I’ve been short on writing time lately, so I more or less fused both prompts (79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” & 81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”) into a single one-shot. And thank you so much for your ringing endorsement!! :D

“Did I hear thatright?” It was a pointless question, Scar knew perfectly well what he’dheard. He wasn’t that old.

“I don’t seethe problem, it’s only water. It won’t make you shrink down or anything, ”Strelok waspishly shot back.

Scar could feelthe exhaustion settling over him like a heavy blanket. Or perhaps that was onlyan effect of the heat. It was a summer hell here in Yanov; sticky hot andrelentless sun all day long for weeks. And most probably the reason theirtempers had been running so short for the last few days. The proximity of theso called Ash Heap Anomaly didn’t help matters. The ruins of Kopachy village were like an oven.

“We’re inthe middle of a thunderstorm, and you want to stop and feel the rain? Thisisn’t a musical!“

“We’realready getting wet!” Strelok pointed to the missing wall and roof of thehouse they’d been investigating.“And at least out there there’s lessradiation!”

He saw Strelok goaway in a huff, out of the rundown shack they were looting and into the rain.Scar rubbed his palm over his hair and snorted in frustration. Say whatever youwanted, it was a stupid idea. Strelok was gonna –

A shot rang out,the unmistakable sound of a bullet grazing a brick wall. He got out in less thana second and ran towards Strelok. A small horde of zombified stalkers was coming towards them. Some days it almost seemed like they spontaneously spawnedaround the ruins of the village. Of course, Strelok was highly efficient inshooting at shuffling bastards, but Scar felt compelled to help him.

The rain blurred hisvision and using the scope didn’t yield much different results either. It also muffled the sound of everything elsethat wasn’t the droplets hitting on the drenched ground. Thunder slashed the skyin a flash of light. The rumble was so loud it made the ground vibrate.Another flash of orange light illuminated the horde slowly approaching them,and Scar felt the panic bubble in his chest. It was a fucking blowout, he wassure of it. He could feel it. Theyhad to go, now. The house behind him was not good enough to protect them froman emission but they had a whole village to choose from. Surely they’d findsomething.

He focused backinto the situation at hand and shot down a zombie that was flanking Strelok,who was making short work of the rest of the horde with deadly accuracy.

Scar went up tohim and put his hand on Strelok’s shoulder. “We need to go!”

“What? Why?”Strelok didn’t even look at him, too busy reloading his old SIG. “Therearen’t that many, we’ve fought off worse odds.”

“We have tofind cover. Trust me.” Strelok looked at him now, studying Scar’sexpression. He hesitated for a moment, like he was weighing options in hishead, and then nodded in agreement.

Scar draggedStrelok by the sleeve of his SEVA suit while frantically searching for ahouse that wasn’t too destroyed. He eventually found what he was looking for onthe other end of Kopachy. The house was miraculously whole, at least whencompared to the rest. The inside was empty, both of furniture and rubble.

“Mind tellingme what all this is about?” Strelok asked him once Scar let go of him.

It would happen soon, any moment now.After two weeks of deceptive calm this one would be big, he knew it. And Scar hadvowed to never get caught out on another damned blowout. It wasn’t aparticularly fun experience. However, the sky continued to be a dark grey,overcast and rainy. Not a trace of alarming reddish colours or the usual roaringof the building psi emission.

“Scar!”Strelok was getting impatient from being ignored.

He didn’t answer.Could it be that he was wrong? Scar still felt like he always did before ablowout, but nothing was happening.

“Can you please fucking answer me?!”

A sudden crackingsound, like the earth was being ripped apart, followed by a flash of intenselight. Still, it looked like a thunder from storm. Too normal. Or it did right until everythingwent dark as midnight.

The violent changeof color into a red so deep it looked brown was accompanied by furious howling of the wind and thecrackling of thunder. So it was a blowout after all. Good to know he hadn’tgone off the deep end yet.

After all thosedays of calm, the emission now was determined to make them pay for it. Scar andStrelok waited for the emission to pass, holding onto each other for support.Scar was aware he was bleeding from the nose again, even though he had taken cover this time. Strelok clung to his arm with a vice-like grip. Since it wasimpossible to hear anything over the roar of the blowout, Scar simply grabbedStrelok’s hand and squeezed it tight. His head felt like someone was trying toscramble his brain, although it had been much, much worse whenever he’d weathered the emissions while outside.

Time always seemedto stand still during blowouts, a strange lurch in the flow of time until itwas over and life resumed as normal. And when the psi storm vanished, it leftthe normal storm in its place like nothing happened.  Scar was slightly dizzy, but he was confident it would soon pass. He used hissleeve to wipe the nosebleed, but blood kept flowing. And when he took a step forward he stumbled and nearly fell down.

“I’ve gotyou,” Strelok said as he held him upright. “You’re safe, I won’t letyou fall.”

But falling wasn’tthe problem here and they both knew it. Perhaps he should accept Ozersky’s offer andlet him run those tests. Guess it was time to know exact how fucked up he was.

“Strelok?Getting under the rain now would be great.” Feeling the cold water on hisface sounded heavenly.

“Oh, so nowit is a good idea, but when I suggest it then it’s madness,” Strelok’scomplaint was half serious, half a joke. But Scar could also tell the worryburied beneath it all.

The rain workedlike a charm and soon he was able to walk on his own without wobbling. Still,Strelok kept Scar’s arm slung over his shoulders like it was the most normal thing todo.

“I can walk on myown, you know.” Walking waseasier when you weren’t being guided by a considerably smaller person.

Strelok just said “Sure you do” and held onto his arm tighter. Stubborn idiot, hecould kiss him and hit him for that. He was seriously thinking about doingeither of those. Strelok even looked up at him, expectantly. However, the moment was killed by the distant groaning of a newhorde of zombified stalkers approaching from the south. Were they endless or what?

“C’mon, let’s go,” Strelok sighed and tugged at his arm. 

Scar thought aboutfiring at the zombies for breaking such a promising moment, but it was a waste of bullets. So he let himself be led by the stubborn stalker holding him, and they slowly walked together under the rain and away from the wrecked village.

[hipercreative]

My PMC Skin pack '5 Available for download on Planet Minecraft! Do NOT reupload these skins without my permission! Pack title: Stalker M_SEVA Special Pack. The pack includes: - Monolith SEVA Suit V3F - Monolith SEVA Suit V3F SlimV Oops it seems like there is no link yet! Tags: #stalker #game #pmc #minecraft #skin #minecraftskin #edit #oc #seva #character #suit #fanatic #monolith #fighter #stalkershadowofchernobyl #instagood #instapic #instapicture #minecraftpc #newedit #camo #oxyn_stalker (at Pripyat, Ukraine) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9JbwKtHuUd/?igshid=1xrl52c142zxx

[hipercreative]

My PMC Skin pack '2 Available for download on Planet Minecraft! Do NOT reupload these skins without my permission! Pack title: Stalker SEVA Pack.1 The pack includes: - Loner SEVA Suit - Loner SEVA Suit V2 - Strelok with SEVA (nomask) Oops it seems like there is no link yet! Tags: #stalker #game #pmc #minecraft #skin #minecraftskin #edit #oc #seva #character #suit #loner #stalkerloner #stalkershadowofchernobyl #instagood #instapic #instapicture #minecraftpc (at Pripyat, Ukraine) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7MV7cJHeox/?igshid=1uriryv6x19eq

[deepseawritings]

I wish you would write a fic where Scar gives Strelok a piggyback ride.

I was surprised to receive another ask, thanks! This one is set sometime after my last Scar/Strelok story, but if you haven’t read it don’t worry, no knowledge of it is necessary.

“I’m fine,” Strelok said between clenched teeth. He fumbled with the laces of hisboots to tighten them up, and hissed in pain at the slight compression aroundhis ankle.

“No, you’re not.” Scar’s insistence of contradicting hisopinion only irritated Strelok further.

“I said I’m fine!” Strelok’s patience was reaching its limit.If he heard anything resembling an I toldyou so, he was going to flip out.

Scar kept his mouth shut, but Strelok couldfeel the mercenary’s gaze on him, no doubt drippingwith a mix of amusement and disapproval. Ignoring him, Strelok grit his teethand tried to stand up. Unfortunately, Scar was right. Strelok’s swollen and abused ankle didn’t cope well with the pressure ofsupporting his meagre weight, and the stalker fell down again. Trying toprevent further injury, he flailed wildly, trying to grab something that wouldhelp him keep upright. The only thing at hand’s reach was the rusted ladder steps. It was the same ladder he’d fallen from. And, as the treacherous step that fell of its place whileStrelok climbed it, the one he just grabbed also came loose and tumbled down. Strelok suddenly found himself getting reacquainted with the floor, hispoor backside slamming against the hard concrete. Something that soundedsuspiciously like a barely contained chuckle came from Scar. Strelok failed tosee what was so funny.

“You know, I sort of wondered why you gotinjured so often. Then I realised you’re a reckless moron,” Scar said,squatting next to him. He unlaced the stalker’s boot and peeled the sock down.The area was swollen and reddened. “It will be a miracle if your ankleisn’t broken, no joint should ever be bent like yours was. And all for what, the possibility of finding a stash up there?”

“I’m sure I’ll be right as rain in aday,” Strelok insisted, ignoring most of Scar’s points and focusing on his twisted ankle. He’d broken bones before and this felt different.Nothing that a night’s rest and the right artifact couldn’t fix.

“And you plan to spend that day sittinghere?”

Much as it irked him, Scar did have a point.They were in the middle of the so called Wild Territory. The mercenary gangsweren’t interested in them, at least for now, and man that was a big changefrom the last time Strelok was here. However, there were still bandits androving packs of mutants to take into account. This place had become a huntingground for bloodsuckers, snorks and even controllers and the odd pseudogiant.

“C'mon, we’re going back to the bar. Maybeone of Duty’s sawbones will fix you.” Scar decided for both of them.

After a lively discussion, which involvedthreats to knee the mercenary in the stomach, Scar dropped his plan to carryStrelok over his shoulder. He wasn’t a sack of flour, thank you very much. Hewas much happier in this current position than dangling over Scar’s shoulder.Strelok was enjoying the piggyback ride, he felt taller than ever and leaning onScar’s back was nice. However, themercenary didn’t seem to be having much fun.

“Fuck, for such a skinny guy you weigh aton,” Scar grumbled, unhappy with his new human backpack. “I betyou’d be much lighter without that damned suit.”

Well, he was right, SEVA suits were heavy. Butinstead of saying so, Strelok preferred to needle him. “Is that anadmission you’re getting old, or an attempt to get me out of my clothes?”

Scar’s ensuing laughing fit was rudelyinterrupted by a Controller coming for them from the other corner of the trainyard. The mutant extended its arm forward, and Scar ducked inside an anomaly infested garage to break the line of sight with it. When it came to Controllers, out of sightmeant out of reach for they mind scrambling psychic attack. 

“Lemme get a weapon and I’ll kill that sonof a bitch.” Strelok was already trying to reach the backpack before hefinished speaking.

“If you fire a weapon next to my ear Iswear I’ll toss you into one of these anomalies,” Scar threatened him. Damn, he hadn’tthought about that. Scar’s grumpiness was justified in this case.

“Hold on tight, on the count of three I’llrun to the sniper gallery.” Scar outlined his plan. It could work. Behindthat building there always was a Duty patrol or two, guarding the access pointto the bar area. Sometimes they even took positions inside the sniper galleryand actually sniped some mutants or bandits.

“Wait!” Strelok needed a moment toput the backpack in its place, not without grabbing a grenade first.“Okay, on the count of three I’ll throw a little surprise to our friendand then you run.”

For once their plan went off without a hitch.Perhaps because it was difficult to mess up a plan so simple as throw grenadeand run. Now Strelok clung to Scar as the mercenary ran as fast as he couldwith all the extra weight he carried. No sooner they had reached the other sideof sniper gallery, Scar had to stopto catch his breath.

“Urgh… you’re strangling… me,”Scar managed to say with some difficulty.

Noticing that during their race to safety hehad tightened his arms around Scar’s neck, Strelok loosened up the pressureuntil it was more like a hug and less like a choke hold. The mercenary happily confirmed him this was much better.

Once Scar could breathe properly again, theyresumed their way to the bar. However, at Strelok’s insistence they firststopped the Duty patrol to let them know of the hopefully injured Controller ,roaming on the train yard, so it wouldn’t sneak on any of them unaware.

Afterwards they continued their way to the bar,ignoring the surprised stares of stalkers unused to seeing a mercenary carryingaround a stalker piggyback style.