#call of duty original character

[glendylucast]

Given the chance to break, would you be on your way out? Who are you? Novo Amor - Seneca

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My Call of Duty WW2 OC, Clifford Wildblood.

He was just a little boy back then, stranded far away from home.

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Found a perfect theme song for him

More here

The Death of Seneca (1773) by Jacques-Louis David

No further context for now lol, but one day when we get to his story, you'll find out.

[nrdmssgs]

Masterlist I Commission slots available

Riot from these series belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot

Eyes black, big paws And it's poison in his blood A big fire, big burn Into the ashes and no return

[milkywayhou]

They're getting more silly

I still can't make proper art for them lmao

[yawnderu]

Since you love the big man so much so imagine after he has fucked you full of his cum he eats you out then kisses you so you can taste yourself and him while also giving you his cum to swallow while droplets roll down your lips and chin before he gets the run-off on his fingers so you can suck it off

Sorry if this makes no sense but I have thoughts after you kept encouraging me

Your hands go down to grip a fistful of his curly red hair, his low groan vibrating all over your fucked-out cunt, way too sensitive to stand the way his long tongue laps at your cunt like the greedy dog of a man he is, not a single ounce of care on the way he's licking his own cum, his large hands gripping your inner thighs to stop you from squirming so much despite your whining.

“Please...” You're not even sure what you're begging for, knowing fully well that he could eat you out for hours, his stamina matching his behemoth height, yet relief is painted all over your face the moment his hungry lips let go of your sensitive cunt, his large body resting comfortably on top of yours, his half-chub resting against your thigh.

Your breath hitches the moment his lips meet yours, a thick mix of his cum and yours taking over your senses as his tongue wraps around yours, his hands desperate to grasp every single inch of your body no matter how sensitive it is after he fucked you.

Your greediness matches his, the grip on his hair tightening only to hear a whimper come out of the 7’11” beast of a man, his size a sheer contrast to how needy he can be. He's a messy kisser— too much tongue and not enough self-control, pushing himself to break away just to admire you. The thin layer of sweat covering your face, your lips glossy with the mix of body fluids, and the droplets of cum that managed to escape your parted lips, slowly rolling down your warm cheek.

His index and middle finger come together to gather the hot, thick fluid just to bring it back to the place it escaped from, the corners of his lips tilting up into a cocky smirk the moment your lips wrap around his thick fingers, sucking them clean with no hesitation. He can feel the blood rushing down to his large cock, your legs parting out of pure muscle memory in a quiet display of acceptance, ready for another round despite the growing ache between your thighs and what you're sure is a bruised cervix.

>I'm so obsessed with Ozzie's OC Jack-Pot so I had to. Thank you for listening to my daily rambles about wanting to get him pregnant even when I have a pussy. HBJEFJHBEFJHB 💗💗💗

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

JADE Origin Story - a Call of Duty OC Short Comic (PART 1)

Warning : violence, blood and gore.

This comic was made for my final assignment for a comics class I attend for college. Since the theme is free, I decided to make a comic about Jade! It's not an origin story per se 💀 It's basically a showcase of my technical skills in drawing, paneling, and comic-making in general. With the time I had I only managed to finish 12 pages, but I'm proud of every single page! It features the story of when Jade was still in MI6 and a glimpse of what she did as a black agent; how she got things done back then and what her motivation was.

Have a look and hope you love it! 🥰🌹

PART II

[islandtarochips]

Talofa everyone! I want to share something…..

LOOK AT THIS!!!

BAM! THAT’S RIGHT BABY!

It’s your one and only!

TIALA “SHARK” TOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL! I want to say my greatest thanks to @temeyes for doing my commissions of my OC!

Looks SO beautiful! And also! She created the PATCH for me too! Let me show you the design first that was created by my dear mutual bestie friend @deeptrashwitch

That one up there 👆 is the design and is STILL look cool! Thank you so much, Witch!

And now, here is the results that Timaeus made!

LOOKS SO AWESOOOOOOOOOOME!!!

I LOVE it! Again, thank you thank you thank you SOOOOOOOOO so so much! For drawing her! You have NO idea how much I squealed when I saw the results!

You guys should follow her! For she had got the TALENTS!

Again, thank you.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Amazing comission by the even more amazing @temeyes whose art I love dearly and always make me laugh

I'm so in love with it I don't have words, it's them, their friendship, him being a little shit lmao and her face of "I'm so done". Sibling vibes.

Thank you tim 🫂❤️

[imjustsocute]

Lisette “Bell” Frans [My OC]

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Hope you guys like My Bell design🥹🥹🥹

Face claim of Bell:

Saoirse Ronan (but Hazel eyes)

[vasyandii]

Undiagnosed Autistic Man & His Surprisingly Neurotypical Gf

[Original: @/sweepswoop_ on twt]

[rileyslibrary]

Ghost helps Riot decorate the Christmas tree at the base.

Fluff. A gift for my friend, @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot with her OC, Christine “Riot” Vega. (Awesome render here!)

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“It’s too tall.”

“Or, maybe you’re too short.”

Riot shifts her gaze from the Christmas tree to Ghost. He doesn’t regard her back, yet she knows there’s a smile underneath that mask—one of those triumphant, snarky, arrogant, ‘i-got-her-again’ grins.

“Behave, Lieutenant,” she warns. “I’m 1.70, in case you didn’t read my file.”

“Congratulations to the whole 1.70 of you,” he replies and playfully pats her head. “With or without the shoes?”

Riot rolls her eyes and swats his hand away. “Can you just get me the ornament boxes from the warehouse?” She asks.

“You have to be more specific, love,” He says. “The warehouse is a two thousand square meter void filled with cardboard boxes.”

“I don’t have the coordinates, Ghost.” She replies, smirking. “You can ask Gaz whether he planted a GPS tracker in them or, here’s a better idea: how about you search for the boxes labelled as ‘Xmas’?”

Now, he’s the one rolling his eyes. He murmurs a “how unique” and walks to the door to fulfil her request.

While waiting for Ghost to find and retrieve the boxes, Riot tests the new Christmas lights they bought by plugging them into the socket. Once she confirms they work, she starts wrapping them around the tree. Although the task appears to be assigned to just the two of them, it took all five—including the captain who gave the roles—to make it happen.

Gaz chose the tree and bought extra ornaments, then Soap measured its dimensions, ensuring enough lights to cover it. Once aligned, they raked the entire base to decide on the perfect spot. Their prerequisites? It had to be a place where everyone could see it and would do it justice. Unfortunately, they couldn’t agree on a specific location, so they met in the middle and decided to place the tree in the mess hall, the exact same spot it was last year. And the year before it. And the year before it.

Then, it was up to Ghost to carry the tree, and the captain instructed him to help Riot with the “heavy-duty” tasks. Now, all that’s left is for Riot to decorate it.

“I still don’t get why you get to decorate.” Ghost says, placing the boxes on the floor. “Why are we doing chores like measuring and carrying boxes while you get the fun stuff?”

“Because whoever did it last year did a terrible job,” she retorts, emphasising ‘whoever’ and handing Ghost a light strip to continue up to the top. “You guys didn’t even shuffle the decorations. Not to mention that the back was empty.”

“Nobody sees the back,” Ghost argues.

“You don’t?” Riot smirks.

“Nobody sees the back of the tree,” Ghost corrects.

“Well, I do,” she replies, pointing at the top of the tree, “and go a little bit lower over there.”

“Like that?” he asks.

“Like that,” she confirms.

After finishing the light placement, Ghost sits on the sofa. He takes an ornament shaped like a candy cane from one of the boxes and starts playing with it. Riot, on the other hand, gets straight to the job. She opens the boxes and grabs two ornaments. She places one on the tree, removes it and tries the other. She concludes on the latter. She turns around to search the boxes for more ornaments and catches Ghost fiddling with the candy cane.

“You can go if you’re bored,” she says. “I won’t finish anytime soon.”

“That I figured,” he murmurs under his breath, making Riot instinctively place her hands on her waist. He lets a sharp chuckle and shakes his head. “I’m alright here.” He assures her.

But of course, where else would he be alright if not here?

Time passes quickly. Ghost and Riot reminisce about their past Christmases—childhood festivities, memorable Boxing Day gifts, favourite holiday foods, and the annual movies that defined each season. Yet, these beautiful memories end at a certain point unique to each. Maybe those memories have faded away, or perhaps they have purposefully chosen to let them go. And when that happens, when they approach that personal boundary, they stop dwelling on those past celebrations and turn to each other, to the present, to fill them with joy.

Sometimes, Riot shows Ghost different ornaments, and he either picks one or dismisses the options with a casual “whatever” or “there’s no difference.” Other times, Ghost critiques her progress, giving feedback while she decorates. He points out areas needing more attention or playfully suggests she’s gone overboard elsewhere. In return, Riot replies with a firm yet joking, “Go on; you do it then”, and shuts him up.

She lifts one final piece into the air and shows it to Ghost—the Christmas tree topper.

“Seems that I’m too short to reach the top,” she pouts.

“Nonsense,” he whispers and stands up. “It’s the tree that’s too tall.”

He walks towards her, grabs her waist, and lifts her up.

“Now I get why the captain assigned me for the heavy-duty stuff,” he says.

“Drop me, and I’ll stick you up there instead of the topper.” She warns him, chuckling. “Take one more step forward, please.”

Ghost does as told, and Riot places the topper at the top. She adjusts it and lightly taps Ghost’s hand to put her down. They take a few steps back and marvel at the result.

“What do you think?” Riot asks, still looking at the tree.

“Seems alright.” Ghost shrugs. “Should we turn the lights on?”

“No,” Riot replies. “I want all of them to be here when we do it.”

He turns to look at her and nods. She meets his gaze and smiles.

“Thank you for lifting me up.” She says.

“No,” he replies. “Thank you for lifting me up.”

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[nrdmssgs]

Masterlist I Commission slots available

Fill me with your pain and let me repay them.

This is just a metaphor, guys, ok? They are friends. She just trusted him with her darkest secret.

[milkywayhou]

The full equipment user vs The man with shirt

just some quick meme haha!

Also imagine being their child...

[sofasoap]

Gorgeous art work of Nikto and Anya by @nrdmssgs Also thank you @connorsui for giving me permission to use the idea from this post

warning: None. little fluff and interaction between Uncle Nikto and Anya.

Flowers

“дядя,дядя– ”

Nikto looks down at the little girl currently tugging his pants and holding out a little daisy in her hand.

Don’t touch her. Zhar specifically asks you not to get close to her. 

You will taint her.

The white sheet of pureness.

“Дядя– TA!” Anya shoves the flower up towards the masked man, insisting on him to take the flower off her. 

Nikto sighed, kneeling down to her height and took the flower off her. 

The little girl’s face brightened up and clapped.

“Дядя, stay, stay.” she commanded as she ran off towards the field, bending down to pick more flowers. 

Bossy just like her Papa. 

“Fluffy flower!” Anya shoves a dandelion into his hand, but her face falls as the seed head starts to fly off with the wind. 

“Oh….boo… ah.” She mumbled, and turned towards the fields, leaving Nikto waiting again. 

Nikto doesn’t know what prompts him to sit there, watching her running back and forth, dropping more and more flowers into his lap.

Buttercup, more daisies, lavender, yarrows….

You can form a bouquet.

Maybe you can give the bouquet to Olya 

But Anya will be sad 

There’s something about this little girl that makes the voices in his mind shush themselves, instead of talking over each other, they turn into a quiet discussion. 

“Дядя.” Nikto’s mind pulled back to focus, the little girl yawned. “Sleepy.” 

Without waiting for his reply, she climbs into his lap like a kitten, and settles herself and falls asleep within seconds. 

What should I do?

Why is she trusting me?

“Nikto.”

The growling and heavy footsteps behind him made him turn his head, and he saw his new commander marching towards him, his second in command following closely behind.

“Is my daught….” Nikolai stopped as he spotted the toddler peacefully sleeping in the masked soldier’s lap, surrounded by flowers. He shook his head and sighed, gently picked her up and headed towards his panicking wife.

“Oh lord you found her…”

Nikto watches as the family of three disappear into the building, totally forgetting Zhar’s presence. 

“What were you doing with her?” She frowned at him, waiting for a good explanation. 

“Flower picking.” 

“Looks like you've been used as a human basket.” She looked down at his lap. "What are you going to do with those?”

“Do you want it?” “No. But don’t ruin the little princess’ hard work.”

Nikto was spotted few days later trying to dry out flower and carefully placing them in a box.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

JADE Origin Story - a Call of Duty OC Short Comic (PART 2)

Warning : violence, blood and gore.

This comic was made for my final assignment for a comics class I attend for college. Since the theme is free, I decided to make a comic about Jade! It's not an origin story per se 💀 It's basically a showcase of my technical skills in drawing, paneling, and comic-making in general. With the time I had I only managed to finish 12 pages, but I'm proud of every single page! It features the story of when Jade was still in MI6 and a glimpse of what she did as a black agent; how she got things done back then and what her motivation was.

Have a look and hope you love it! 🥰🌹

PART I

[islandtarochips]

"We can do this the quick and incinerating way...or the nice and slow way. Which is it?"

(Got this genius quote by my dearest mutual friend @forestgreenbunny!)

Uh oh! Looks like SOMEONE is very unlucky to have Blast as the interrogator! 🫢 I wonder what she was trying to get them to spill out for🤔

I want to say THANKS to @sleepyconfusedpotato for creating my chaotic baby girl to LIFE! Look at her! She looks so badass with the handmade bomb in front of her! AAAAAAHHHHH!!! Lol.

And I know that the person, who was being interrogated by Blast, is sweating BULLETS of those two choices from the Sergeant. They have to make their choice fast before Blast will decided their fate. Lol.

Again, thank you so much Sleepy for making this! I loved it SO much! 😚❤️😚❤️😚❤️

Sergeant Agnes "Blast" Falagi

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Someone crashed the jeep, and this time it wasn't Riot

(Background: Once upon a time, Riot crashed the truck she was driving with Soap into an armored vehicle, on purpose. He has never let her live it down)