#l4d ocs

[ketzzzel]

since we've been brainrotting on l4d2, me and my friend's ( @jelly-raine ) animation short is gonna be inspired by it lol. here's some concept art !

we're workshopping on making the production easier on us by doing photobashing for the bg (kinda like in tawog ??) but matching stock images is rlly hard so we might try a diff thing next

the story is a lesbian meet-cute in a zombie apocalypse 💥💥💥💕💕💕

lil comic:

that's all for now !

[jimmygibbs-jr]

l4d oc doodles (other guy is from @champuraddo)

my oc's name is john mark bc i wanted a stupid stereotypical ass filipino name lmao its funny to me. champuraddo's oc remains unnamed and without lore yet.

[majic054]

My Left 4 Dead 3 OCs (AU)

Sarah Rose: ❤️😓💦

Mikey Welberd: 🖕🤬💢

Carl Violet: 😦💦💨

Keith (Ellis's best friend): 😄💖👐

Original Bases:

[6peachykeen9]

can u tell which one is the self insert

[daydreamodyssey]

L4D OCs - Southwest

Had some help from others, including @howdywrites (thank you!), about good ideas for a new zombie fighting crew with a mix of characters that will form their own odyssey

1. Gabi (28) - A sociable, sport loving lass who became a popular waitress at a humble diner. An optimistic, friendly, yet dangerous attitude that's needed in the grim post apocalypse even if the tolls of this new life affect her. Wears pink, frilly clothes with big lush hair to show she's a bouncy and friendly face.

2. Tess (60) - A reclusive rancher who is tough as nails and hell of a shot despite being the oldest of the bunch. Hard working, lonesome, paranoid of outsiders, and quietly religious, she gives order and direction amidst the chaos. Wears gray flannel with hair tied in a bun to show she's not to be fucked with in serious matters.

3. Ken (22) - A levelheaded but worn down lad who studied in veterinarian science before this craziness hit, and he tries to be a calming force in all the strife. The youngest of the bunch, he tries to catch up to the others while staying calm and providing jokes. Wears blue denim over a brown shirt, and has long hair, showing him as an unassuming mediator.

4. Rhonda (43) - A former rodeo cowgirl who suffered a career ending injury and turned to a life of crime fighting the law. With a chip on her shoulder and a lot of pent up aggression, she's ready to enjoy a good fight with zombies. Wears a stetson, an orange shirt, with black leather, and is the largest in size and height for an intimidating silhouette.

[odysseywritings]

The Church

@flashfictionfridayofficial @howdywrites

(tw blood and gore)

The quartet of zombie survivors walked away from the struggle with bloodied wounds barely covered by bandages. They needed a place to hold out and recover and it certainly wasn't going to be out in the open as dusk approached. The bloody red sun overlooking the cruel southwest desert signalled the frozen chill of night creeping in. By serendipity, the sun was toward the direction of a church with lights still on.

"Yay, someone is still alive!" the pink dyed Gabi beamed.

"Finally," the large stetson wearing Rhonda grinned. "Was afraid Tess was gonna fly away with th' wind!"

"Hush it," the tiny, gray flanneled woman said. "This is holy ground, and I don't want y'all talking like heathens while we're finally blessed."

A long haired man wearing denim and brown leather observed the pile of zombies dead and impaled while posed in upside down cross formations.

"I love what they've done with the place," Ken quipped. "Really feeling the love of God here."

Tess groaned, "Lord, forgive them and their foolishness."

Gabi knocked on the door and yelled to say they were in need of a safe house. There was no coherent answer, only some mumbled sighs. She looked at the others who were also confused, yet the chill was grating on their skin, and they chose to enter anyway.

The cobwebs and chipped pews contrasted with the ornate church's stained glass filled with colorful hagiography that felt at home to Gabi and Tess, while Ken was impressed by the artistry, and Rhonda was apathetic to it all. They looked around to find the sound's source, a constant moaning that echoed throughout the building, causing Gabi to shiver and Rhonda to aim her shotgun. Tess found a separate room and found a kneeled woman in a nun's habit sulking.

"Sister? You're alright now. We're not bit."

Gabi stepped in to see the nun and bent down to comfort her, but Tess put her arm out in case it was a trap.

"What's your name?"

With a long exhale, the woman slowly got up and looked at them, and saw Ken and Rhonda enter as she ambled over.

"I am Sister Amanda. I am the only one who has been saved in this great judgement. I hope you four are not the Horsemen come to lay waste to me."

"Hell no," Rhonda barked as Ken raised a brow at the nun's words. "But if we were, I call War, because that's the most badass one!"

"Rhonda," Tess sighed. "Sorry, Sister. We didn't mean to intrude, but night's closing in, and we needed a refuge."

"I understand. But before I let you all stay, you must do me a favor, and that is to confess your sins. It is how I remained safe from this awful plague. I insist you do the same lest the horrible curse outside befalls you all."

Rhonda rolled her eyes while Tess and Gabi obliged with Ken out of sight.

"I don't mind, Sister," Tess said. "I ain't going too private since I'm with company, but... I did a kill a man before all this. A real snake who tried to get more than he deserved."

"I killed a few m'self, ya ain't that special" Rhonda chimed as Tess glared at her. "What? Y'all wanted confessions..."

Gabi twiddled her fingers and stepped up. "I... turned a blind eye to someone being attacked. I was just so scared and didn't know what to do!"

Tess put her hand around Gabi's and Amanda gave a small smile with hands outstretched.

"Thank you all. I know now what people you are all. How un-Christian and sinful you are."

"Excuse me," Tess stared daggers at her. "Then what was all that confession shit for?"

"Call it introspection," Amanda said with a sluggish smile and heavy eyes. "You will need it in this coming Rapture. Murderers and cowards need to be reminded of their guilt if they seek salvation."

"What are you even saying," Gabi cried in confusion. "We messed up but we're doing what we can! How dare you be sanctimonious!"

"I can beat that smugness right out of 'er," Rhonda cracked her knuckles.

"You may say your barbs, but I am protected, for my deeds are only to the evil and soulless you saw before trespassing on this land. You three-"

Her heart dropped and a chill went down her spine.

"Wait, there was a fourth one. A young man. Where did he go?"

"Ladies?" Ken shouted from below, causing the others to be concerned.

Rhonda grabbed Amanda by the arm and escorted her to where Ken was. He found a cellar hidden by tapestry and went down and saw a sight that rendered him speechless and cold. The others followed his path and saw what he discovered.

Bodies of slashed clergy and churchgoers were laid neatly in a row. Many were only recently rotting and three were smaller and younger than the rest.

Ken pointed at the limbs and necks. "No bite marks."

Amanda lost balance and felt her vision distorted and swirling. She retreated to a pew and rested on her side.

"The Lord will forgive me. He always will. He knows what I had to do. They all committed grave sins. To use the apocalypse as an excuse for impure and unholy acts. To abuse all of His love. To abuse all of His laws. To abuse all of His charity."

She rambled on as nightfall pressured them to throw her outside, in her nearly catatonic state, damning her to the outside world come Hell or high water. The group had varying degrees of guilt, with Ken and Rhonda feeling no sympathy for Amanda, Gabi feeling terribly sick, and Tess thinking about their safety in sleeping without a knife around their necks. They didn't hear her as they slept through the night and assumed she met her flock.

[nautiloch]

"And Santa didn't bring Nick shit. Because he's been giving him attitude this week. Merry Christmas."

[reuballs]

Gabriel <3

[harveywritings92]

[As Soap, Ghost and their two new civilian friends trek their way to a trailer park where a CEDA evacuation outpost is stationed.]

Soap, looking around the neighborhood nervously: Are ye sure it's safe fer us to be walkin' out like this?

R/n: You don't need to whisper, Soap. It's fine...for now.

Ghost: How can you be sure?

Wilbur: These things... They don't really like it when it's this sunny out. I think the light irritates their eyes. So there tends to be less of them out and about.

R/n: 'Cept for Hunters those poor bastards clawed their eyes out so there's nothing to irritate.

Soap: Hunters are the creepy little giggling ones that jump on ya?

Wilbur: No, those are Jockeys. Hunter's are the ones wearing hoods, they crawl around on all fours like a cat. They stalk you, pounce on you and try to tear your throat out.

Soap: *gulps*

[R/n notices something in a CEDA tent set-up in the middle of the cul-de-sac, she went in and came out with vial of green liquid.]

Ghost, grimaces under his mask: Is that what I think it is?

R/n: Yep, It's a jar of Boomer puke.

Soap, gags: Whaddya need that for??

R/n: It's something to distract the Zs with, they love this foul gunk for some reason; They'll tear apart anything to get it- including each other. I think It's better then a pipe bomb... We throw one of these the Zs come runnin' then toss a Molotov in the same spot and It's burn baby burn!

[It was a good thing that R/n grabbed that jar when she did cos the place they had to go was behind a security gate and it made one hell of a noise when they opened it, R/n threw the jar as far away as possible and it kept the infected away for a bit while they made it into the Safe room.]

[s1nosha]

suspicious.

orig image

[f1shstticks]

C/W (?) : gun

original img by @/GVomitando on twt

bad pickup line

[y3pp3rs]

do people still make l4d2 ocs? cuz i dont wanna just be the only one :-D

his name is just chillin there :-)

[enigmamuse]

Edward is on that #1 Victory Royale type beat @bathtub4rats Batman Beyond Riddler for Art Fight^^

[esto-es-un-error]

It was bound to happen. I ended up making a not-entirely-a-fankid-really between Hunter and Smoker. I named him Foster as in foster kid following the creative naming system in the ladyverse.

Foster is Hunter’s distant relative she’s never met, a second cousin once removed sort of thing. His parents have fallen on financial hardships and need a place for him to stay for like a year while they get their shit together. What made his parents decide on the two less than approachable queer ladies without a single maternal bone in their body? -shrugs- but Hunter likely owes something to this relative and feels like housing their kid for a bit will make things even lol.

In this AU Hunter and Smoker are probably married and living together in a slightly bigger apartment, but I imagine they keep their relationship to themselves (in Smoker’s case) or inner circle (Hunter). Smoker is a bit less uptight having become used to Hunter’s constant presence, but there’s still a bunch of unspoken rules that Foster has to learn upon living with them.

Thankfully he’s more the quiet, observant type so he won’t disrupt Smoker much other than with his presence.

They definitely don’t see him as a son and he definitely doesn’t see them as parental figures, just stranged aunts he’s stuck with while he’s feels resentful of his circumstances, but I like thinking of them getting to a point where they get along lol. Then the zombie apocalypse hits and they’re stuck with each other for realsies.

Lady Hunter and Lady Smoker belong to @zarla-s

[daydreamodyssey]

Tess: Rhonda... Would you be a dear and shoot a few inches further away from my face?

Rhonda: (stifling laugh) Where's the fun in that?!

Ken and Gabi: (laughing)

[odysseywritings]

Ken (exaggerating a drawl): Give me a DRINK, Bar-ten-der.

Rhonda: (slides a beer mug across the table and it smashes against the wall)

Ken: :(

Gabi: I guess it's on the house, including the wall!

Tess: Chrissakes, you're wasting more beer than a jamboree...