I’m little upset, that my trade in Twitter about scp organisations was not popular. Maybe it will be there…
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I’m not know really much about scp, but this is what I understand about organisations
The SCP Fundation:
- collecting for collecting
- they try to protect, but nobody knows what from what
-“how is killed this &₽%?#& reptile?”
The Chaos Insurgency
- we are offended by the foundation! or not... or yes! ...or not, although...
- on the offended scp - water is carried*
-“to contain objects is, of course, good, but have you ever tried them in battle?”
Doctor Wondertainment
- arrange a fun for you, even if you didn't ask for it (and only he will have fun here)
- Willy Wonka, you're drunk, go to the factory
- NO, not on this factory!
The Factory
- supplies for all sorts of mystical shit are scheduled for millennia ahead
- serious guys, they are not to be trifled with
-"phahahah, you were all nearly killed by a handful of fairies!"
-"what fairies?" - the head of the plant, hiding the corpse
MK&D
- loot triumphs over evil*
- especially if this evil can be sold
- have not been seen in Arkhangelsk*, but they live suspiciously long
- safety comes first, especially your own ass
-"Swiper, no swiping!"
- although they are far from the Hand
Meat Circus (RU)
-"aren't you having fun?" And we really do.
- any bauble of folly will keep rich men jolly
- annoy the Foundation
- the famous Russian savvy turned into an SCP object
Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting
-"we're not with them!"
- the circus has left, the clowns have stayed... and more notes, fires and devastation
- the view function of the Phoenix*
- you don't find the circus, but the circus finds you, if you're looking for a circus
The Serpent's Hand
- humanists before gnashing teeth at the foundation, the Rebels and the GOC
- how poor students are housed in the library
- smarter, more agile and cooler than others
- pacifying ducks-it's so humortous
- they can even get out through your ass
GOC
- for all the good against all the bad
- especially if the good is 108 organizations GOK
- the best content is disposal
Sarkicism
- a typical bourgeois cult
- they raised a void in the house, put their son on a stake, built him like a monster tree*
- not a cult writes a book, but a book writes a cult
BONUS: The Daevites
- they are not, but they are
- the same sarkicists: side view
- and why is any horror necessarily in Western Siberia?
Rotten God Mountain (RU)
- sarkicism for poor
- everything is rotten
-"destroy it! start with yourself !"
-"Everyone has their own cockroaches in their head. My, for example, are people" - Rotten God
The Church of the Broken God
- gears
- more of the gears!
- steampunk vs cyberpunk
-"where are these %?"# gears?!"
- well, whatever, I'm going to be sarkicist!
The Fifth Church
- heeeeey, dude, relax…
-"you can take people out of a church, but never a church out of people."*
- interesting metaphysical geometry for the fourth floor
- teaching in the air
Research Institute "Progress" (RU)
- Yes, we know!*
- look nervously at the SSD
- a bright communist future has already come for them
- ...I hope so
University Alexylva:
- those dudes who want to appear as cool jocks
- and in fact, they are nerds
- the objects wrung out everything they could
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1. Russian proverb: on the offended water is carried. Meaning: don’t offend
2. good triumphs over evil
3. scp-006
4. чайник с функцией жопа
5. Every man should plant a tree, build a house and raise a son
6. You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl — american statement
7. noosphere - is derived from the Greek νόος ("mind", "reason") and σφαῖρα ("sphere"), in lexical analogy to "atmosphere" and "biosphere". The noosphere (alternate spelling noösphere) is a philosophical concept developed and popularized by the Russian biogeochemist Vladimir Vernadsky, and the French philosopher and Jesuit priest Pierre Teilhard de Chardin. Vernadsky defined the noosphere as the new state of the biosphereand described as the planetary "sphere of reason".The noosphere represents the highest stage of biospheric development, its defining factor being the development of humankind's rational activities.
(I knew exactly what I had to do once I saw this prompt. Deavas and Sirius are THE romantic couple out of all my ocs. And this is coming from an aromantic who hates romantic subplots in things. But due to said aromanticism and instinctual hatred of romance in fiction, that means these two have been polished to a tee in terms of their romantic dynamic. It is late but I hope I did get their sheer love for each other across well. Their partnership is strong, both in love, and in combat.)
For most folks, the idea of any place in the Dark Market being romantic would be quite farfetched. The Dark Market is a place of seedy deals and even seedier people as demons run every store and paranormal creatures of all sorts stalk its halls. But of course, Deavas and Sirius being demons themselves know just exactly where to find romance. Right by the corner of their apartment lies the Coal Rack; a hole in the wall restaurant serving only the finest meals as dictated by the owner who was once a Court of Gluttony Judge. The perfect out of the way spot to lay low.
Deavas entered first, scrunching his extravagant dress through the small door. The dress was a veritable explosion of frills and feathers of all colors, as if a fireworks show was woven into fabric. He then moved back to open the door for Sirius. Her dress was more lowkey but still had quite a bit of detail. She took Deavas’ outstretched hand as the two walked up to the hoopoe anima-demon hostess at the stand.
Deavas spoke up, “Two for Darven and Saloche.” The hostess didn’t look up as he started threading through the reservation list below him.
Sirius learned into Deavas’ ear and whispered, “Darven and Saloche? We have much better fake names than that!” He leaned up to whisper into Sirius’ ear, “I panicked, okay! I was making the reservation just before we got called in to deal with those Overwritten in the Freezie caves and I had to rush through it.” Sirius replied back, “Fair, but next time we’re halting last minute job offers before organizing dates.”
The hostess looked up and grabbed two menus as he gestured for the two to follow. The three weaved their way through the tables as the restaurant bustled with life. Demons filled up every table all with the same goal of romantic deeds. A live jazz band played lively music with Deavas pointing out that said band was headed by his old friend Socrates the rat anima-demon. After squeezing past an incubi’s table surrounded by a crowd of her thralls, the two were seated right by the band’s stage and given the menus. The two then poured over the wine selection.
“Got any advice for these?” Sirius leaned over to ask.
Deavas replied, “Nope, even after all this time I can’t make heads or tails of this wine stuff. Maybe I should ask Vinor.”
Sirius perked up and she went back into the menu. She turned it over to Deavas and pointed out the option for Belladonna’s Beauty. “Should we? I’ve always kinda wondered how it tastes considering you know who.”
Deavas nodded, “Sure!”
Their waiter came by shortly after, a small mare with scraggly feathers resembling a raven with a name tag reading “Hacknea”. It hovered in the air as it took their order. “Whaddya want?”
Sirius chirped, “A bottle of Belladonna’s Beauty, please!”
Hacknea sighed, “Of course you do.”
Deavas’ curiosity piqued, “Is that a common order?”
Hacknea spoke up, “‘Course it is! Everyone who's anyone been asking for it!” It wrote down the order with clear disdain. “Any appetizers?” it grumbled.
Deavas and Sirius looked down at the menus again. Hacknea crossed its arms and glared as the two kept looking. Eventually they looked up.
Sirius spoke up first, “I’ll have the roasted emotion grove platter.”
Deavas perked up, “Oh, I was gonna order that! Thank you.”
Sirius smiled. “I figured you would. I like fruit sometimes too.”
Deavas returned her smile. “Then I would like to have the beer battered abyssal rainbow gar.””
Sirius’ tail started wagging. “Oooooo that sounds even better!”
Deavas looked over at Hacknea. “Maybe if we had more time to look over the menu we’d have been able to order for ourselves instead of each other,” he said pointedly.
Hacknea sighed as it finished writing their orders. “I got a lot of work to do. Not my fault you can’t read fast.” He sighed again but this time it seemed it got some air stuck in its throat. It started coughing up a lung with small flames shooting out. It flew away as feathers fell out of its body.
Sirius looked down at the feathers and grimaced. “Hopefully those don’t get into the food.”
Deavas swept one away with his foot. “Don’t worry, from what I’ve learned of modern day restaurants, there’s a fine line between acceptably and unacceptably sanitary that indicates quality.”
“You’ve been to restaurants?” Sirius titled her head.
Deavas looked down and sighed. “A few…but never had a chance to eat at them considering…”
He looked up again as his eyes seemed to glaze over. “The last time…,” his voice quivered, “I was hunting someone down and-and-”
Deavas felt something in his mouth. He could barely register Sirius grabbing his face and leaning it back causing him to swallow whatever it was. He felt something hit his soulfire as it burnt up. He breathed in the smoke from inside him and returned to reality. He then saw Sirius looking at him with drooped ears and a small bundle of sticks in her paws. He shook his head as he realized what had happened.
“Thanks Sirius, that could’ve been a bad one.” Deavas looked down.
Sirius stood up straight as her ears perked up again, “At least I’m getting better at recognizing MEMO attacks. Luna’s advice has been helping a lot.”
Deavas looked back up and smiled. “It has for me as well. I just-”
Sirius leaned over and put a paw over his snout and shushed him. “Remember what she said. My care for you does not make you a burden in any way.”
Deavas moved the paw away. “I know. I know. But thank you anyways.” He smiled.
Sirius moved back to her seat. The two then started some light discussion on their recent ventures as time ticked away. Eventually, Hacknea came by carrying two platters. One was a rainbow of fruits with colors darkened from the heat with juice collecting at the bottom. The other held small finger-sized fish with more vibrant rainbow colors. Hacknea fluttered as the two were still talking. He slammed the plates down in front of them interrupting their conversation before grumbling. “Here’s your appetizers.”
The two immediately switched plates. Deavas grabbed a yellow fruit and started munching on it. His tail started wagging on its own as he murmured in glee.
“Yeah yeah, there’s yer happiness fruit. Just don’t expect euphoria anytime soon, the fire dampens the effects.” Hacknea explained.
Sirius meanwhile was nibbling on her fish with glee as she purred.
Hacknea bristled and flew away elsewhere.
Deavas looked back as his tail continued to wag. “Guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!” He giggled at his own joke.
Sirius giggled with him. “Hope those fruits aren’t too strong for you.”
Deavas shrugged her off. “Don’t worry, I can just roast them more if it gets too bad. But just in case, do you still have some sticks?”
Sirius pulls a small leather pouch from nowhere and checks inside. She pulls out a handful of sticks before stuffing them back inside and putting the pouch away. “Got enough to deal with even a full MEMO attack. And I mean we still have yours.”
“I know but just to be safe.” Deavas mumbled.
Sirius puts a paw on his hand and squeezes. “You’re going to be fine.”
Deavas gestured at Sirius to come closer. She got up from her chair and moved it closer to him, grabbing the plate as well. He then made another hand motion before showing her his neck. Sirius realized and started rubbing against him while purring. She pulls a fish off from the tray and offers it to him.
“Abyssal gar? Tastes like salt and petroleum.” she said sweetly.
Deavas grabbed the fish before saying, “Must be the beer they used,” before gulping it down. He then offers Sirius a piece of the happiness fruit.
“This one tastes like sugar and childhood glee.” he said, matching her tone.
She bit the fruit off Deavas hand and smiled as juice ran down her face. The purring got louder.
Deavas leans back in his chair and takes a breath. “This night has already been wonderful. I wish we could have more like it.”
“It is nice to have a break.” Sirius leaned in closer to Deavas. The two stayed like that for what seemed like hours but was just for a moment.
Until the sound of an explosion woke them both up from their trance as the music stopped. They turned around in their chairs to look towards the entrance to see the door blasted in. The entrance was blocked by a mixed group of ala, one white raven, two white humanoids bearing sharp teeth, and one black draconic individual riding on top of a large Freezie hellhound. The draconic one announced to the restaurant, “SURRENDER DEAVAS AND SIRIUS OR YOU WILL NOT BE SPARED FROM PAÑUELO’S WRATH! WE HAVE TRACKED YOU DOWN TO THIS LOCATION AND WE WILL NOT LEAVE UNTIL YOU HAVE SURRENDERED.” The hellhound barked at the end of the speech in emphasis.
Deavas and Sirius groaned in their seats.
“Couldn’t this wait until after we had finished?” Deavas pined.
“We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet!” Sirius’s claws dug into the chair.
The two got up and started readying themselves for battle. Sirius pulls a raggedy umbrella out from nowhere as she moves to take her dress off before noticing Deavas holding a hand out. She noticed his dress already unbuttoned and a golden sawtoothed blade in his other hand and realized the plan. She let Deavas grab the umbrella before swinging him around her and launching him out of the dress and right towards the ala. They were caught off guard but the raven recovered in time to send a blast of lightning towards Deavas. Deavas held the blade in front of him which caught the lighting and caused the blade to hum with electricity as he landed right on the hellhound causing it to buck wildly which kicked the unprepared draconic ala off.
Sirius finished taking off her dress and called out to Deavas. Deavas was still riding the hellhound and was now dueling the raven ala but managed to toss his scroll to Sirius which she caught. She stuffed the dresses inside the scroll and managed to throw it back to him.
“The dresses are safe!” She called out. Deavas nodded in acknowledgement as he sliced through the ala’s hail attacks.
Sirius then noticed one of the humanoids running towards her with its teeth ready to chomp. She opened the umbrella in front of her to block the attack which also let off a burst of purple electricity. The ala was knocked back by the defense as Sirius closed the umbrella. She held it in front of her like a gun and fired a deluge of the purple electricity at the ala while it was still recovering. It got up and started running at Sirius again but this time managed to collide right into Hacknea as it crossed the ala’s path. The ala was then stuck struggling on the ground trying to pry Hacknea out of its mouth while Hacknea complained loudly. She then noticed the other humanoid ala coming right for her which she blocked with the still closed umbrella. She tossed the ala right towards the hellhound but it just bounced off.
Deavas meanwhile was now dual wielding with another sword lit on fire as he fought both the raven and the dragon. As he did this he managed to look back at Socrates and nodded. Socrates got the message and started playing loudly which disoriented the hellhound and allowed Deavas to jump off. He regrouped with Sirius as the two stood side by side as the alas and the hellhound gathered themselves for round two.
“In all fairness, this is a great way to spend the night wouldn’t you say?” Deavas directed at Sirius.
Sirius laughed as she readied her umbrella, “Oh yeah definitely, I was craving some action!”
Deavas then called out, “HIT IT SOCRATES!” before the two charged at the alas. A perfect date night indeed.
Got a quick back of revenges done including Stitch death and one of my cooler attacks with the mix between traditional and digital art.
Nero by Wopping_Squid
Kane Marooni by Omeister
Michelle by Lyna
Got half of the sketched batch done but I really like these! I love experimenting with comics and being silly with them. Real sandbox behavior.
Horde and Marcy by toasty22
Lovestruck by H00TZZ
Jill Jupiter by ju91t3r
Hubris havers stay winning
Extremely funny and amazing to have Deavas be turned into a little chaos goblin when he was designed to be the exact opposite
Thanks to CynderHeart
