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A request I received a bit ago from my friend’s IG stories of Nuit and her Oc Pebble. Nuit is a combat medic
Posting it cause I love this doodle my friend did of her cod Oc, Pebble, and my cod Oc, Nuit 💜🖤✨
Y’all needed to see it cause my friend is amazing 🫶🏼 ✧ @tiredkatzz.bsky.social
#cod #codoc #artirecieved
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Fullbody chibi of a closed species, based on stuffed animals and honey bees. Name of the species is 'Plushiebees'.
Bust of a masked male figure who dawns Floppy dog ears and is waiting for the frosting covered dog biscuit.
Cookie run kingdom original charater, she's having her face held in the 'you're so cute-' pose by an unknown person.
A shirtless male wearing a gasmask and smoking a cigarette. He has burn scars covering his neck, shoulder, and bits of his torso.
I'm back! With some gift art I've done recently, birthday gifts and an event. Along with a masked dude I drew for the hell of it.
All characters besides the masked guy aren't mine 💛.
#originalcharacter #digitalart #closedspecies #plushiebee #artist #cookierunoc #digitalartist #furryoc #codoc #art
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In honor of International Transgender Day of Visibility, I'd like to share an old OC of mine from Call of Duty
#callofduty #cod #codoc #oc
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Silly little doodle of Price's reaction was requested on tumblr :) 👍
#codoc #johnprice #nsfwart
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Switching sides (I didn't do it on purpose but the parallel is fun.)
#codoc #oc #ocxcanon #johnprice
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Hello bluesky nation...
I have been drawing, but they're all sketches or not that interesting, and I struggle to post them since art dumps here aren't appealing... I'll try to get through them, tho.
#codoc #ocxcanon #johnprice #ocart
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Caramel grooming himself
Caramel doing very important grooming to keep himself nice and clean
Early access on Patreon or buy him as a sticker on Redbubble!
#codmw2 #jackalope #codoc
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Design I have in mind for older Gen, where she eventually becomes a Captain.
#codoc #callofdutyoc #callofduty
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Some angst- I promise I'll draw them happy one day :')
#callofduty #codoc #ocxcanon #johnsoapmactavish
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This will be my first self-drawn picture of Ronnie and König.
#cod #callofduty #codoc #callofdutyoc #originalcharacter #wip #workinprogress #könig #codkönig #codkonig #callofdutykönig #callofdutykonig #fanart #digitaldrawing #codmw
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とりあえず、紙に構想を書き続けてる。
筆が再び乗るまで続けてみる。公開していた記事は非公開にしました。理由は、引用元の通りです。すみません。
#小説好きと繋がりたい
#小説家になろう
#小説
#ネット小説
#怪談
#怖い話
#恐い話
#呟怖
#codoc
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小説。書いてたんですけど、AIの登場で読み取られるかと思うと、ネット上で続きを書く気になれず……。とりあえず書いて紙で何処かでお披露目するかもです。すみません。
#小説好きと繋がりたい
#小説家になろう
#小説
#ネット小説
#怪談
#怖い話
#恐い話
#呟怖
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OC: Rory Sinclair (Call of Duty: MW reboot)
#callofduty #codoc #originalcharacter #fanart #ocrorysinclair
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John Price x Fem!OC (Rory Sinclair)
#callofduty #codfanart #cod #johnprice #johnpricexoc #ocxcanon #codoc #callofdutyoc #ocrorysinclair
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I haven’t posted here in a while. Here’s an Oc x Canon “understand my ship in 5 minutes” for you with Gaz and my cod Oc, Nuit 💜🤎
#cod ▪️ #codoc ▪️ #ocxcanon ▪️ #kyle’gaz’garrick
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Fuck your missions, I'm boozing!
☆ﾐ(o*･ω･)ﾉ🍺
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
#art #ocart #illustration #oc #cod #codoc #callofdutyoc #digitalart #codocart #callofdutyoriginalcharacter #sketch #digitalartist
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Six months of character development:
- the teddy is called Dib Dab
- he survives more than two crashes and gets the nickname Crash Bandicoot later
- he's more original than anything now but with a short #CoDOC moment
- there are now eight pilots, not just Davey 😂
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Hey Pretty.
So rn this guy is at 650 word and I'm not super duper close to being done.
... Is that a thread??
Like I've seen pretty long treads so Ig, but golly gee posting it 😭
+ a sneak peek cause I'm probably gunna work on something else lol-
#leachwrites #oc #codoc #cod #callofduty #writing
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Two tarot cards with the Rider Waite artwork X of Swords - Reversed The Fool - Reversed
Request fucking denied. The alarm clock blinks at Davey, the time reading midnight, the zeros stacked on top of each other where his head is laid on the thin pillow at an angle to the display as he fights to fall asleep. The insomnia isn't new-a symptom of the go-pills handed down to him through a chain of command that he's sure leads straight back to Price's American CIA friend-but the overwhelm of it had finally broke him, dragging his lead limbs to another new face on a new base to request a change to the prescription. 'As needed' should have given him a choice, but he's been taking them just to get through each day at this point, encouraged by people he couldn't remember the names of if he tried. His official return from Syria has been overwhelming, dragged from base to base like he's on a leash with a mutton-chopped Captain in command, and opportunities that he'd jumped at on return now feel like a slog he never signed up for. Go here. Go there. Spend two days standing on the fucking tarmac just to be sent to a training field halfway up the country or over the border instead. He liked the man, but that was before he forgot which way was up and the solution was to hand him the CIA lady's solution of go-pills-a rattling plastic container filled with approved medication that would keep him awake for a 64 hour mission but is instead being handed to him so he can get through endless training on less than five hours sleep a night. He rolls onto his back, throwing one arm over his eyes and letting out a slow breath. There's a silver lining in his return--half of the bases he's been to have trended toward newer accommodation with single rooms, at least giving him space and time to breathe once he finally sinks into his temporary bed. There's no one here to watch him toss and turn, too exhausted to sleep and mind ticking over what's expected of him in the coming days.
It's mercifully on the ground: one PT appointment, one not-an-investigation conversation, one video call with a counsellor he's never met and never will again, and a stack of training files and simulation practices. Not that he wants to be on the ground-it took a number of weeks before he was finally in a fighter jet again, feeling something of home click into place that he'd felt missing from his soul for the past few years and proving himself to still be a capable and effective pilot-but he's starting to feel like he's sailed past his own limits and is headed over the edge into oblivion, and he feels unsafe. It's almost laughable, after the heavy fire he's been under since his plane went down, but he thinks maybe that's part of what's wearing on him. Even in the most fraught exercises, home turf has come with stability and security, with three meals a day and a bed, and a transparent chain of command. This isn't stable. The pressure in his head doesn't seem to go away anymore, a persistent throb deep in his skull, and he bears his arm down heavier against his brow bone with some hope that it'll at least ease it for a moment, before he sighs and pushes himself to sit up. Bringing his knees up, he sits up against the headboard, switching his bedside light on to see around him, knocking back two paracetamol and picking up the bottle to pull the folded paper pamphlet free to read, eyes skimming the words too fast and reaching the bottom of the page with nothing retained. He raises his knee high enough that he can rest his fist on it and his chin on top of that, his other hand turning the flimsy paper until he finds the side effects and starts reading again. They're nothing new; when he first got them, he sat down and carefully made his way through the information under suggestion, but he never expected to really experience any of them. Tonight it feels like a checklist and he's completing the list.
Chills or fever, check. Clumsiness, check. Dizziness, check. Increased thirst, check check check. Mental depression, rapidly changing moods, the fucking shakes, the exhaustion. He tosses the paper to the side and buries his hands in his hair instead, head tilting down as he squeezes his eyes shut, the frustration feeling overwhelming. It was a bad idea from the beginning he knows that now-with a history of drug use that got conveniently left out of the conversation when they were first placed in front of him, never thinking of it as anything more than a few good times from his teens until he felt the burden of a familiar reliance starting to take over his restraint. There's some comfort in knowing he's still got his wits about him, enough that he can think about it rationally even as the pressure weighs on him, and that has to mean it isn't that bad. He can talk to a doctor about it-tell him he doesn't want to take them, that he isn't comfortable with them anymore-but as he tries to plan out the conversation in his fuzzy brain, his thoughts slip into what happens when he stops. What happens when he oversleeps or can't keep his head up during training? What happens when he trades the chemical alertness for the same exhaustion without a solution? He can't. Not yet. Not until he's placed somewhere more permanent with a normal amount of responsibility.
Last week's tarot prompt was about burnout and the vulnerability that comes from people taking advantage of your impulse, and whether it stems from spontaneity or recklessness.
So I wrote Davey and looked at part of what happens with Price 🥰
#cxllectiveprompts #cxndycxllective #angelxreaper #CoDOC
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Sneak peek of "I Can Be Better."
I-.. I promise I can do more then sad shit guys 😶🌫️..
#leachwrites #oc #codoc #cod #callofduty #ghoap #ghoapfic
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