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❗cw: blood❗
Delta green OCs (I don't have anyone familiar to play with so that's what I get for now :'D)
Meet from left to right: agent Daisy (FBI agent), agent Ardour (some former military dude that's all I know I'm sorry I haven't researched US military properly yet), agent Mirk (she's actually strongly associated with organized crime and she hates it) and agent Wilt (psychiatrist).
And here are doodles of Wilt and Daisy with some artfully applied duct-tape and stickers, eheheh.
❗kinda creepy (shadows with eyes, distorted people, fun stuff)❗
More Delta Green OCs doodles! Starting with agent Ardour. He's got a golden retriever energy and no clue about what's going on, which is probably good for him.
A sudden crossover. My MTAs OC, codename Tulip, and my DG OC, codename Daisy, swapped clothes. If you know about World of Darkness in general and Mage the Ascension specifically, first of all, I'm sorry /j, and second, I feel like guys from Technocratic Union and guys from Delta Green would have a lot in common to talk about. Like being agents of messed up organisations which are protecting common people from supernatural and don't get even a bit of acknowledgement for it. Do you see the vision? They would understand each other so well.
Daisy and Wilt, an FBI agent and a psychiatrist respectively. They have quite a sad dynamic, since both of them get what's going on the most out of their group, but they fundamentally disagree on whenever or not Delta Green is actually doing any good. Wilt desperately searches for a way to go rogue, while Daisy is pretty loyal to the Program, since she doesn't see any other choice.
I also feel like Wilt is pretty much doomed by narrative, he's slowly getting corrupted by cosmic horrors, and Daisy sees it, and she contemplates whether she should end Wilt or not quite a bit. She likes him (platonically), she'd hate to see him go, but like... She should probably stop him before he gets dangerous... And Wilt knows that Daisy is thinking about this, but still hangs out with the group, because he believes he can still figure out a way to abandon the Program and survive. And Daisy knows he thinks this. So yeah. They understand each other perfectly, and yet they disagree and are constantly waiting for other to try and end them. Tragic.
Btw, don't worry about cosmic horrors, I feel like if Wilt's life would end, it'll happen while he is still relatively sane. Though is it really better this way? I'll let you judge.
Shitty comic about Wilt getting replaced by a mimic or something. Daisy usually pretends to be "stupid blonde" since that way people (and not people) think she's harmless, which helps with missions most of the time, and she tries extra hard whenever the group encounters supernatural. Mirk usually doesn't see through Daisy's facade and is unable to grasp how this lady who was really competent just a minute ago now seemingly doesn't see what's going on in front of her. This ends up in some wacky situations. Yay.
Mimic assuming Wilt's form and Mimic assuming Mirk's form. The mimic is pretty goofy, because I adore goofy antagonists who are still really dangerous, and protagonists have to kinda humiliate themselves a bit by taking such dorks seriously.
If you're here, thanks for reading through. Have a random fact: Daisy says "oopsie-daisy" insted of swearing when it's appropriate 😌
Have a nice day!
Delta Green: A Nightmare On Owlshead Mountain
STARRING: CELL K
comprised of....
-KEI (OPCON) a Chinese-American ex-Marine astronaut and NASA scientist who was big into the Space Shuttle program until during her last mission she Saw Some Shit and now she oversees Space Camp and nurses a grudge against the Fungi from Yuggoth, also drinks vodka
-KASSANDRA, a Customs and Border Protection officer who works at Orlando International Airport and witnessed a man fuck up real bad with his fancy stolen science machine he tried to sneak through that definitely wasn't a Tillinghast Resonator (yes it was) and get snatched away by a horrible god-tentacle; also an awesome single black mom who worries about her son while on dangerous missions for the government.
-KNIGHT, an IRS Criminal Investigative Division agent with a dark and troubled past involving a shady government project called MOONBEAM; also, he has telekinesis, like the Carrie kind
-KRIEL, a freckle-faced and endearing CIA contractor from Ireland with a lovely hat whose introduction to the secret truths of everything I am totally forgetting
-and a Friendly, Dr. Paul Kreuger, Ph.D., Professor Emeritus at Harvard University, who was a standard middle-aged balding white guy with bad fashion sense, until found a book written by the 12th Grand Master of the Knights Templar about time travel and magic! Unfortunately, his studies of the book and his own traversion of time got his son devoured by a hideous monster from out of the angles of spacetime. Now he's sort of the cell's pet sorcerer.
A town in the shadow of the Appalachians. A town full of maple syrup references, organic food, and white people.
Also full of one (1) murderous hippie sorcerer. The Professor and KNIGHT caught the same plane (on which the Professor got his crunk on and made everything unbearable for everyone on the flight. Also he tried to pay for his flight in dogecoin), everyone met in the parking lot, piled into a Delta Green-acquired SUV kitted out with free guns, and drove up to the Best Western. There they met IRVING and IRENE, the remaining members of Cell I, whose leadership had recently been taken out by some very rude magic courtesy of the target Rowan "Little Jim Morrison" Carslyle, a hippie obsessed with The Doors and also with being a budding serial killer. FBI cover IDs were handed out like candy.The Professor decided to carve some Elder Signs. Everyone else did an investigation montage and found out that hey this guy Rowan:
-owned stock somehow in a big organic foods co-op, Purity Organic
-was a former spiritual counselor for a hippie commune called the Brotherhood of New Potential
-tried to get his Wiccan girlfriend to summon something weird back in high school into her body
-is a scumbag
-will not stop listening to "The End" and themes all his crimes after it like an asshole.
KEI delegated responsibility: KRIEL would go talk to the kids that Cell I had rescued from being murdered and also interview Rowan's ex-girlfriend, KNIGHT and the Professor would go to Purity Organic HQ and see if they were some sort of cult or whatever, and she and KASSANDRA would build a bomb-carrying suicide drone in the local GREEN BOX over in Colbyville. Oh, also they'd explore the wilderness area which they had triangulated would hold Rowan's hideout--Owlshead Mountain State Park, an area which comprised not only Owlshead, but the less-inviting Clastenbury Mountain and the non-notable Perry Hill.
IT TURNED OUT that the kids who Rowan tried to murder were a pair of big nerds who were secretly boning like rabbits and were going to have an ultra-romantic bone session in the shadow of Owlshead Mountain's apparently famous standing stones??
Meanwhile, KNIGHT and the Professor spoke to Rowan in a dream, where he encouraged them to "kill the Father, fuck the Mother, kill the Father, fuck the Mother" and made them both hate him a lot. Over at Purity Organic, they interviewed the Chief of Purchasing and fellow member of the Brotherhood of New Potential, Cynthia Dexter, a much more articulate hippie lady who told them Rowan had been kicked out of the commune for getting super weird and talking human sacrifice. Yes, the Brotherhood was religious. Yes, they believed in a Goddess. No, they were totally not down with human sacrifice, why would they be? KNIGHT used his psychokinesis to convince Dexter he was totally trustworthy, and she decided to hand over a book Rowan had been big into--a volume called the Goatswood Scripture, which contained some bona-fide magical bullshit. KEI and KASSANDRA built a remote control helidrone with a bunch of plastic explosives attached to it. Before going up Owlshead Mountain, they decided to explore some area history and were accosted by a conspiracy theorist who told them they had given his wife chlamydia, they were the Illuminati, and he would send billions and billions of angels after them. They ignored him and explored area history at the local museum! AREA HISTORY:
--back in the 1800s a huge fuck wolverine came down from Clastenbury Mountain and wrecked shit in the neighboring town of Duxbury till it got shot dead; its skull was on display in the museum
-also back in the 1800s, during one of the Great Revivals, a Methodist preacher tried to build a church on Clastenbury, then he went crazy and murdered his whole family. -In fact, murders and big animals seemed to be a Clastenbury rule of thumb; meanwhile Owlshead had "the missing of Owlshead*, people who disappeared climbing the bigger mountain. OH and a charming local myth-monster, the Howler of Owlshead, who originated with a Native American myth about a dark spirit bound into the earth. And a bunch of stuff about Mothmen. And Weird Lights in the 1920s. And did you know those standing stones emit St. Elmo's fire?
NOW CONVINCED that the area was almost as bad as Rowan himself, they decided to close down the state park, hunt the murderhippie, and see what they could do about cleansing the area. In the parking lot, the Professor got high and used the Dho-Hna formula to visualize the area, seeing that the standing stones were in fact part of a huge sorcerous working. Also he discovered a spell Rowan had used to make himself invulnerable to bullets, which involved invoking the Dark Mother into oneself. Also with sacrificing someone, burning them, and tattooing your skin with their blood and ashes. Through his studies, he figured out how to invert the sigil used--break a hole in the armor. He carved a counter-sigil into a group of bullets, and the group set out to close down the park. They also learned of the single year-round inhabitant, Old Thomas, a Pennacook Native American who lived a hermit lifestyle in the woods.
IRVING called them and told them "a bunch of privileged local kids won't leave the park, the sheriff's deputies say" and the cell decided to go play Throw Out the Fucking Teens. The fucking teens attempted to resist because they were high as shit and Rowan had offered them weed and beer if they went to the summit, but KEI used her powers of intimidation. Unfortunately, two of the FUCKING teens had ALREADY GONE UP THE MOUNTAIN with him. While this happened, KRIEL scouted ahead and met Old Thomas, who was scarily fast and agile and did tree parkour. He asked what was up with the mountain; she told him a murderer, and he got very serious, asking to help...he seemed to know a great deal about the mountain, but was quite cagey. Thus the Cell and their Pennacook helper summited Owlshead in record time, and finding the murderhippie in the midst of his favorite hobby, shot him with counter-sigil bullets in the head, six times, blowing it apart like an overripe melon. MISSION OVER? ...NOT QUITE. The ground began to shake, and Old Thomas began panicking. "We need to leave!" he said. "We have to leave, it's--it's waking up! No, no, I've failed, and it's waking up!"
The Professor remembered an earlier comment of Rowan's from dreamland--"the Child of the Mother, man, it's got to be free!"--while the rest of the Cell argued for not moving recently stabbed teenager if they didn't have to.
The ground shook! A huge series of violent howls rent the air, like trumpets! One of the standing stones cracked and magical energy began to leak into the air as a huge, dark shape, easily 20 feet tall, seemed to materialize...as big around as a car, with four sucking mouths and endlessly brachiating tentacles. This, of course, was the Howler of Owlshead Mountain--a pissed-off Dark Young of Shub-Niggurath. The Dark Young then picked up a tree and began attempting to murder everyone there. Luckily, the Cell had their faithful suicide drone, a lot of shotguns, and some grenades they'd picked up in the GREEN BOX; also luckily, the Dark Young stepped on Old Thomas before whipping other people into the surrounding undergrowth and off the mountain and such. KNIGHT, in a mighty display of psychic prowess aided by the explosion of the suicide drone, crumbled the mountainside beneath the Howler and sent it tumbling down into the parking lot at the mountain's base, heavily wounded, before passing out bleeding from the ears! KEI and KASSANDRA followed it as fast as they could--they found it howling up at the Moon, perhaps baying for its dark Mother? Quietly, they crept around to the SUV of one of the teens, one they'd forced the kids to leave, and managed to put several gas cans into it without being noticed, then soaked the inside of it with more gasoline.
...KEI drove this into the Howler, jumping clear and setting off the gasoline with a match. The SUV became an enormous fireball that crashed into the Dark Young at about 25 MPH, and the wounded creature finally gave up the ghost, collapsing over and dying. Meanwhile with the Professor, KRIEL, and the unconscious KNIGHT, Old Thomas, whose chest had been crushed, began to breathe again--his bones to knit back together. Wheezing with agony, he told them that he had been the guardian of "the construct"--the ring of stones that had imprisoned the Howler of Owlshead. Its summoners had been a Mohawk band of degenerate legacy, who worshipped a dark, twisted version of their mother goddess...but they who had contained it were the bamadenainak, the Silent Winged Ones of Pennacook myth, a "faerie" race which originated from the constellation of the Great Bear. They had charged him to protect the stones, keep the Howler from escaping--and he had, for nearly three hundred years. He was done, now--it was dead. His work was done, and now he wanted to die, but the gifts of the Silent Winged Ones would not let him die. He begged them to take him to his cabin, help him set it aflame, that he might call his masters and see if they would grant him the boon of death. The Professor was ambivalent, but KRIEL decided to listen to the old Pennacook, and helped Old Thomas down the mountain. The cabin was set afire, and colored powders made it flicker like a prismatic thundercloud. There was the soft flapping of wings, and six shapes appeared out of the dark, their anemone-like heads shifting between colors, glowing brilliantly, fluorescently. "We arrive! We arrive! The signal/not-transmission/analog lower-form has been addressed! Communications/data-exchange is commencing, yes?" said a buzzing voice from the dark. Old Thomas stuttered and began trying to explain in halting sobs, but KRIEL helped him, speaking clearly. The Howler was dead--Thomas' work was over. "These ones have eliminated/killed/destroyed the prisoner-subject of the construct?"
"...Yes." "Curious-unique! Curious-unique! Factors unpredicted."
Old Thomas managed to tell them what he wanted--his end. "...this one/human wishes to cessate/stop/end existence?" "Please, I can't...Please." "This one/human wishes truthfully to cessate/stop/end own existence?" "Yes." An insectoid limb touched his forehead, and something seemed to flow out of him. With a shuddering gasp, he died, wrinkling like a prune as the pink goo formed a ball to float above the moth-man's limb. KRIEL stepped forwards, and it held the globe out.
"Does this one/human desire integration/comprehension-uplift?" "Yes," KRIEL said after a moment. "It will be so," the creature replied...and thus KEI and KASSANDRA arrived in time to see their companion abducted into the sky, KEI cursing up a storm. Three days later, KRIEL would return to them on a shaft of light from a barely visible object, onto the grass outside KEI's hotel room. Her fellow agent sighed and tossed her a robe. "Get in here. We have a lot to talk about." Meanwhile, the Professor, who had clambered back up Owlshead Mountain on his lonesome to dismember the body of Rowan Carslyle and stuff it into garbage bags, was about to give them...a little bit more to talk about. TO BE CONTINUED (be seeing you)
This is a book. In this book are ideas. Ideas with teeth. One of you must eat this book; chew it and swallow it and let the book become you. Then you must act as the book might act. This is no small trick. Then, of course, there is the dance. Once the dance begins, others join. It is their job to pretend to be someone else but to feel real fear. As they pretend, they dance. They dance with the person who has become the book. They dance with the fear of the unknown. They dance around a table and a story is told in the tracks of their steps. There are dice. The dice tell you things. They open doors, and cause brains to spray across walls, and translate books, and climb burning tapestries, and scream and go mad and hide, weeping in the dark as marionettes spin in empty, Victorian halls. The dice sing and the people dance the tune. And the book tells a story. And whether you want to or not, you dance. We dance. We all dance, hand-in-hand, until the world ends.
(Written in a mad scrawl on the back of what look like asylum papers. Blood and fingerprints smear the page.)
Welcome to Carcosa. The King has been expecting you.
Get in it while the getting is good! If you kick it up 5,000 more dollars we get Deep State and all sorts of conspiracy nonsense and it’ll be BEAUTIFUL.
Do it for the Group. For your fellow Agents. For this terrible green unborn egg of monsters we call a world.
The mission is never over.