#stalker soc

[the-gayest-of-faggots]

I am back cooking baby

With stalkahh

I love stalker way too much

Somebody gotta get off me this addiction

[tirsden]

Home sweet post-apocalyptic home. Game is ZERO Sievert, it’s like S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Shadows of Chernobyl but much bigger pixels and less progress permanency. BRB, making another run to Igor’s cabin for butter.

[twoj-stary-var-emreiss]

Lost access to draw in digital (lost stylus, it rolled under bed and I can't reach it :( ) so I draw in traditional again. My boy Marko, I draw him more often than always

[giminal]

homophobic stalker fans r unreal to me because like... Who do you think everyone is fucking .. ? theres no women in the zone.. and if gay men are brought up its often in a gross "joke" about the gay men assaulting straight men. What?? No??? i saw one time a wonderful piece of fanart of strelok, ghost, and fang in dresses and everyone on reddit was so rude about it. as if its not fairly common knowledge men in the military often used to do drag for fun? Where is the difference?

i feel like realistically yes there are many straight men in the zone but also you are very wrong if you think there's no gay men, just statistically. There were definitely men in there sewing their own clothes for drag shows, various small gay bars for those in the know, men making each other discrete gay patches for their favorite jackets. Things of the sort.

gay people always exist. everywhere. whether you think so or not. just statistically, there were definitely many gay men in the zone. this isnt some wacky concept

[derwent]

will i get death threats if i say Clear Sky was my favourite stalker game? because (modded with sky reclamation project) clear sky is my favourite stalker game.

[multitrackdrifting]

thank you pcgamingwiki for making it easy to run old games :-)

[ancapsass]

GHOST!

He's great, I hate him

As you can see my artstyle really changing idfk what's happening ion like it..... Anyways.... RARE ANCAPS ASS ART REAL?!?!?! NO WAY?!?!?!

Anyways I'm sitting here on the couch laptop and tablet in my lap with a swelled up ankle watching oompaville #livingthelife

[ladyhavilliard]

So. I think I do fixate on people, huh.

[clowningaroundmars]

tfw i wanna post old art sometimes as like a sort of "hey throwback thursday!" kinda thing

but for some reason im actually terrified to do it

why? .....thats a good question

[cliveguy]

do hate anons these days not know about statcounter or am i just old 💀

[non-threatening-feminist-boy]

Daniil Dankovsky from Pathologic would be stuck in Pathologic. He is very screwed.

The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?

[tar-dar]

If the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. protagonist gang had tumblr boops, who do you think would get booped the most and who would boop others the most

AHHHHHHHH That's a good question! :D

Degtyarev gets the most boops, he was no idea why but he appreciates it alot and think its cute! He definitely got spammed by his squad (vano, strider, sokolov, zulu)

Scar would boop the least or not at all because... he has no idea how to activate it

Strelok would boop the most, not because he thinks its funny but to check if the other stalkers boop back aka are alive (while soc)

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

F!soc s/o who is a silly lil weirdo and blatantly obsessed with the gang. A Yandere, basically

F!soc isn’t a full on stalker or murderer, but she expresses her love strangely since she was raised in a dysfunctional household. If the gang gets hurt in a rumble, f!soc will beat the shit out of the person who hurt them with a blank face and wide, dead eyes (imagine a cat with very shrunken pupils). If any other soc’s harass the gang, f!soc will very calmly ask “want me to kill them?”

And f!soc absolutely can, bc she’s beyond smart enough to understand how to garner sympathy. so if she was ever caught (emphasis on ‘if’) she’d be able to make a concrete alibi on the spot and then go with it

I LOVEEEEEEEE

This and yes ofc pooks

F! Yandere s/o x greasers

Ponyboy Curtis

-he’s a little creeped out at first ngl

-“Should I kill them?” You ask him, a serious, dead look in your eye

-“G-gods no y/n!, Jesus!”

-he knows you do it out of care, and feels a bit bad for snapping like that

-so he gives you a hug of appreciation

-he knows you would do it for him though

-and he absolutely knows you’d get away with it

Johnny Cade

-he’d kill someone for you too

-but when you ask him all he can do is shake his head

-he couldn’t imagine actually killing

-he doesn’t want you to live with that

-he loves that you two are sort of mutually down for eachother

-it’s strangely comforts him

Sodapop Curtis

-he’s the most creeped out by it by far

-“ whoa whoa whoa y/n lets not go that far…”

-he knows that it’s out of care for him

-, but it doesn’t make him feel any better

-he’d feel horrible living with that

-Really knows that you’re overprotective about him and he definitely holds you back from Socs

-he tries to calm you down, stroking your face and holding you close

Darry Curtis

-also pretty creeped out

-Definitely tries to stop you

-And tells you that he appreciates you being protective over him

-doing things like killing people… it’s not something you do

-I think pony boy and soda pop might be a little creeped out by you until they really get to know you

-but you seem to make Darry very happy and they support that 

Dallas Winston 

-he thinks you’re joking at first

-I think he just be shocked when he found out that you aren’t

-Like doesn’t even really know how to comprehend it

-I’m aware that he doesn’t have much of a moral compass

-but he still doesn’t take killing lightly

-Especially with his experiences in New York

-I don’t even know if he’d stop or not because I feel like hes just stand there in shock

Two Bit Mathews

-he also thinks you’re joking at first

-Definitely pulls you away like let’s not do that

-he’s a little bit shocked

-“Don’t kill no one for me, y/n.” He’d grin to break the tension a bit “I ain’t THAT special.”

-I think that humor is kind of his coping strategy to when he scared

-so I feel like he would kind of immediately make a joke

Steve Randle

-he simply tells you not to kill the person

-Almost questioning of your relationship after that

-but deep down he knows that it’s just you and your dysfunctional household you grow up in

-And he loves you a lot

-he would probably kiss you on the head and tell you softly to never do that again

[cannotbestormed-scharfuehrer]

Alright lets talk about STALKER. Which faction(s) do you usually support? I've always been partial to Clear Sky. Former scientist determined to make right the sins of the past through pen and sword is just cool to me. Also have you played GAMMA? I'm having a ton of fun with it, but i understand how some think it deviates from the original vision/atmosphere of GSC.

Favourite faction? The SBU/USS in Call of Pripyat. I know they're technically the same as the Military faction in the first two games, but there was a significant change in their role and depiction when CoP was released. Come to think of it, this brings fascinating implications about the evolution going on in the Ukrainian society during the period when the Stalker trilogy was being made.

I do have a soft spot for charismatic villains, especially when they're not one-dimensional and there's some nuance in the writing, like the Cæsar's Legion in FNV, but this is not the case. There was nothing appealing about the Military in SoC and CoP. They were just an even more bland subfaction of the Bandits, even the special forces with their gorgeous Mi-24 helicopters.

Call of Pripyat feels different. I love Mayor Degtarev and the Operation fairline boys, I'd kill and die for them. The previous protagonists, Strelok and Scar, have that whining, loser mentality typical for Eastern Europe, best summed up by that one Werner Herzog's movie title: everyone against everyone, and God against us all. They don't really trust anyone and act mostly selfishly. Meanwhile, Degtarev and the Fairline crew went in the Zone for a serious mission since the Kiyv government finally got to get its shit together and try to solve the Zone problem once and for all. The final mission with the choppers flying in felt absolutely badass, like I was evacuating Mariupol. Besides, I loved the mercenary missions, standing up to some anglo boys doing shady business for rich western fucks. Sorry, Timmy the Merc. Not in my Zone, not in my Ukraine, I butchered them all with glee hehe

So yeah, at this point playing as the SBU is one huge power fantasy trip for me. But I have much love for the Clear Sky, too, because the devs wrote them absolutely loveable. Their goals and attitude towards the Zone are both reasonable and noble (Appolinian and solar, even), their armour is peak aesthetic (that camo!) and it's hard to not root for them as the underdog (total Renegade death). Moreover, their camp is the coziest place in the trilogy and I'd gladly live there, even pay the rent. Pic related. I still have this quiet hope they'll somehow return in S2.

Anyways, thanks for the ask and absolutely *no* apologies for all that mucho texto.

[luckyapricotkidcloud]

😭😭😭

oh well

[lemoncrushh]

Out of Bounds - Chapter 12

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Word Count: 1933

I was cleaning off the kitchen table when I heard the garage door go up. For a split second I jumped, but then remembered it was Harry, not James. He walked through the door carrying a bag of Chinese take-out, a bouquet of flowers under his arm, and a large duffle bag in the other hand.

"Here, let me help you," I said, reaching for the food.

"No, take these," Harry awkwardly twisted so I could grab the flowers. "They need water."

Biting my lip, I took the bouquet and found a vase under the sink. As I filled it with water, Harry dropped his bag on the floor and put the Chinese on the table. Then he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Hi," he breathed into my ear.

"Hi yourself," I giggled as he tickled my neck with his lips.

Playfully pushing him away, I placed the vase of flowers in the center of the table.

"Those are so pretty," I said. "Thank you."

"Who said they were for you?" Harry joked. "I just so happen to like lilies and orchids on my table while I eat egg rolls."

I poked him in his side which made him laugh, then grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and two plates from the cupboard.

"So are you going to tell me what was bothering you earlier?" Harry asked after we'd divided the food onto our plates.

"Oh that," I blinked. "I'd actually forgotten about it."

It was the truth. After a very fulfilling discussion in English class, I'd gone home, changed my sheets, washed dishes, and vacuumed without once thinking about Leslie and her pressing questions.

"You seemed fixated on something when I saw you. You didn't even hear me."

I sighed, deciding to tell him. "It seems your little stalker girl has let word out through the grapevine that you and I are an item."

"Stalk—" Harry started before he realized to whom I was referring. "Oh, you mean Britney?"

"Yep," I said, popping a piece of General Tso's chicken in my mouth.

"And what is this grapevine? Just about everyone I know was at the party."

"Remember that friend of hers, Liz? The redhead?"

"Oh yeah," Harry nodded. "She comes to the restaurant with her a lot."

"Hmm," I swallowed my water. "Turns out she's friends with Leslie from our Soc. class."

"And?"

"And...Leslie came up to me today with sort of an attitude. Asking me if we were a thing," I said, putting "thing" in air quotes.

"Aren't we a thing?" Harry asked.

"Well, yes. But people at school aren't supposed to know that."

"Why not?"

I glared at him. "You know why not. Because I'm married!"

"And do people at school know that?"

"Well...I...I assume so..." I stumbled.

"This is something I've been meaning to ask you, Tisa," Harry said, placing his fork on his plate. "How much do people really know about you? Since probably the first week of school, I haven't seen you wear your ring. We're together every day, we walk into class together. We sit beside each other. We study together at the library. I would think from almost anyone's perspective, we are a couple."

"I...I guess I hadn't thought about it that way."

"And unless she happened to be listening to our conversation the first day when I asked about your ring, Leslie probably has no idea you're married. So her questioning you wasn't because she's accusing you of something, but merely jealousy by association."

I smirked. "You're probably right."

"Yes."

I watched as Harry picked up his fork again and brought it to his mouth. I bit my own lip before asking, "So we're a couple?"

"Yes," he said again, in the middle of chewing. "Or if you'd prefer the word you used, a thing."

"Actually, that was Leslie's word."

Harry eyed me while taking a sip of water. "Tisa, I'm not trying to sugar-coat this. I know what it is. It's an affair."

I cringed at the word, and Harry didn't miss it.

"I know we need to be careful," he continued. "But I also know that I'm in love with you. And I can't go back. As far as I can tell, no one at school knows you're married. Zack is the only friend I've told. Everyone else at the party assumes you're my girlfriend. I'd like to keep it that way."

I suddenly felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. Smiling slowly I whispered, "Me too."

After rinsing off the dishes and putting the rest of the Chinese food in the fridge, I gave Harry an abbreviated tour of the house, eliminating of course James's room which I only referred to quickly in passing. Harry dropped his duffle bag at the foot of my bed, eyeing the painting on the wall behind it.

"I didn't notice that before," he said.

"Doesn't surprise me," I smirked.

"Was it there when I we..."

I chuckled. "Yes Romeo, it was, but you and I were only focused on each other if I remember correctly."

"Right," Harry said as a smiled spread across his face.

He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately, his hands in my hair. When I was able to come up for air, I gently pressed my hands to his chest.

"Um...Harry," I breathed.

"Yes?" he asked, his eyes still focused on my lips.

"We...um...we have plenty of time...to do this."

Harry nodded, though I wasn't sure he understood what I was trying to say. The look on his face said he was ready to get in the bed.

"Let's not make this all about sex," I finally said. "I want to actually spend time with you."

His face softened and he smiled. "Okay."

"Come on, I'll show you the rest of the house."

I pulled him by the hand and led him toward the last bedroom which was technically James's office. I rarely went in there except to dust and vacuum occasionally. Then I showed him the bathroom, the dining room and the living room which he had been in before.

"And that's pretty much it," I announced. "Nothing fancy."

"Hmm," Harry mused as he walked toward a bookshelf.

"For some reason James wants a new, bigger house. I can't understand why. It's just us. Why do we need a bigger house?"

I realized I should shut up about James just as I noticed Harry studying my wedding photo. Silently, I walked up to stand next to him. I took note of his clenched jaw as he fingered the photo frame. James and I looked happy. I supposed I was happy at that moment. Your wedding day is the most special day of your life. I'd felt loved and adored. But it was probably the last time I'd felt that way.

As I sighed, I heard Harry whisper, "You're so beautiful."

"Thank you."

Suddenly, Harry dropped his hand and shoved it in his pocket. Turning toward me, but with his head down he murmured, "I can't do this. I shouldn't be here."

"What?"

"I gotta go," he said.

As he lifted his head for a split second, I saw the glisten of a tear on his cheek. Hurrying past me, he walked to the bedroom to retrieve his bag.

"Harry, don't go," I begged when I reached the doorway.

"I have to," he insisted. "I don't belong here. I was fooling myself - fooling both of us into thinking this could ever work out."

"What are you talking about?"

Harry picked up his bag and shoved past me again, heading for the garage.

"Harry!" I called after him.

"I'm sorry, Tisa," he finally said when he reached the door. "I love you. I really do. But so does that man in that photo. The one whose house you live in. The one who is willing to buy you a new one."

"I don't care about that," I argued. "I told you —"

Harry raised his hand to silence me. "You belong with him, Tisa. I've been stupid and selfish."

He opened the door and walked out to his car, putting his duffle bag in the back seat. I followed him, my throat feeling like it was on fire from trying to keep from screaming.

"Harry, please!" I cried as he got behind the wheel.

He grabbed the garage door opener and handed it to me after quickly pressing the button.

"No!" I yelled, refusing to take it. "I'm not letting you go!"

Harry furrowed his brows and turned the key in the ignition.

"So just like that, huh?" I exclaimed, throwing my arms up in the air. "Just like that, you're gonna leave?"

"Yes. I have to."

"Harry, we can talk about this. I know it felt weird in there, seeing my wedding photo. But that was ten years ago. I don't feel like I did then."

He leaned his head back against the headrest and sighed. "But you're still married to him, Tisa."

I looked down at my hands as I picked at my fingernails. "I know."

We were silent for a few moments until Harry spoken again. "Do...do you have any plans to divorce him?"

I bit my lip, trying to think of the best thing to say. The truth was, I didn't know. I knew I didn't love James, but I had no idea how I was going to leave him. And I certainly had no plan. My silence seemed to answer Harry's question.

"That's what I thought," he scoffed. He pulled his car door shut and began to back out of the garage.

"Harry! Please don't go!" I begged again. The door was already up, and I didn't want the neighbors to see a big scene. I watched as Harry drove away, tears streaming down my face.

I stood frozen on the pavement until I finally realized my vision was blurred. I wiped my eyes and closed the garage door before re-entering the house. Once inside, I caught a glimpse of the flowers on the table and lost it again. I screamed Harry's name as I ran to my room, throwing myself onto my bed. I cried one of those messy, ugly cries that you have when your heart is broken. Because it was. I felt like my insides were all coming apart. I was in pain. I buried my face in my pillows and ended up crying myself to sleep. When I finally woke up, it was just beginning to get dark outside.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My chest still hurt and my breathing was still broken from crying. Remembering I'd left my phone on the kitchen counter when I'd gotten home from school, I quickly retrieved it to see if Harry had happened to call or text me. He hadn't. I did however have one text from Justine. She was asking how the party went Friday night.

More tears began to flow as I thought about that night. How sweet Harry had been to me around his friends. How comfortable I always was around him. How Harry and I'd had sex in Grayson's guest room and he'd told me he loved me. And how I'd just about fucked it all up by not saying it back. Oh God, why hadn't I told him?

I knew then what I had to do.

After splashing water on my face, brushing my teeth and running a brush through my hair, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

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