#ocs by wombywoo

[ella-and-the-ocean]

I felt compelled to write a small interpretation of what happened to our favorite OCs. I hope you'll enjoy.

🖋 1214 words

⚠️ blood and injury, violence, murder, brief violence against children

starts under the cut

“Vincent, watch out!”

But Vincent was still occupied taking down two men who were attacking him with all they got, their heavy armor making it harder to land a final blow. He didn't notice the third man approaching him with a knife.

Quinn was still on his sniper post, but had run out of bullets.

“Vince! Do you copy?”

But Vincent gave no indication that he had heard him or noticed the approaching foe.

Quinn swore as he abandoned his rifle and made his way to Vincent in a mad dash to get to him before the third man could knife him down. He had no plan of action, no strategy for self defense, he just needed to get there first. 

And he did. He threw his body between Vincent and the blade, but he had no time to block the blow. Instead he felt the knife slice through his skin and fat and organ tissue. He drew his own blade and buried it deep in his opponent's jugular. They went down together. 

Quinn's vision was swimming. When everything came back into focus, Vincent's face was hovering above him, worried and angry in equal measure.

“You goddamn idiot. I had it under control.”

His hands were pressed to Quinn's abdomen, it hurt like a bitch.

Quinn closed his eyes and let his head fall back with a groan.

“Don't you dare die on me. Medevac is on its way.”

“Not dying,” Quinn mumbled, “no visions.”

"Good. Keep it that way.” He still sounded angry.

“Yessir.” 

“Look at me.” Now he sounded more desperate than angry, so Quinn opened his eyes. They were bloody heavy. Black dots danced in front of his vision as he tried to focus on Vincent's face.

“What were you thinking?”

His eyes looked wet. Like the blood that was oozing out between the fingers he pressed to the ugly gash in his abdomen. Quinn had always wondered how he dealt with the bloodshed in the field. If it had gotten easier to resist over all those years. He had never asked.

“Couldn't– let your pretty mug get ruined.” he slurred, tongue as heavy as his eyes.

Vincent's next words got drowned out by a familiar rush of blood roaring up in his ears accompanied by a wave of nausea.

Seemed like his earlier health assessment might not have been as stellar as he had thought.

The world in front of his eyes started to flimmer like a broken display, black dots growing until they left him numb and blind in the darkness.

He tried to brace himself, but there was no bracing for what his visions showed him.

He saw women getting shot down in what looked like a school. Blood splashing over colorful children's paintings and textbooks. Girls were screaming and crying while they got dragged out by their hair and thrown into the dirt, forced to watch as their remaining teachers were executed before black hoods were pulled over their heads and they were abducted into an uncertain future.

When he came to, all the pain and nausea was still there. He couldn’t see properly, didn’t know where he was, but instinctively, he tried to roll over in an attempt not to choke on his own vomit, but someone was holding him back.

“Shh, I got you, it’s okay.” A familiar voice said, cool hands gently pressing down on his chest to keep him down. Hearing that voice soothed some of the mental agony, but didn’t alleviate the urge to empty his stomach. Quinn gagged helplessly; gastric acid burning in his throat, filling his mouth. The voice above him sweared.

“Hands off, I’ll put him in recovery position,” an unfamiliar voice commanded. The cool hands disappeared and rough hands were manhandling him onto his side.

“What about his wound?”

“He’ll live.” 

“You say that five minutes after we had to resuscitate him?!” Quinn finally recognized the voice; had heard that angry, disbelieving shade of it more often than he could count, every time he’d “done something stupid”. 

“Vince,” he garbled around another gush of acid leaving his agitated stomach.

“I’m here.” The cool hands were back, brushing some strands of hair from his sweaty forehead, then settled against his overheated skin.

“We’ll give him another minute, then we have to move. The fibrin glue and compression bandage will do until we’re on base,” said the unfamiliar voice, and a foreign pair of hands briefly tinkered with the part of his torso that felt numb and afire alike.

Somewhere between being hauled into the helo and flying back to base, Quinn lost consciousness again. 

When he woke up for good, he was lying in a hospital bed. The incessant beeping of a nearby heart monitor worsened the migraine that made his head swim, but at least the aggressive neon lights were dimmed down. 

Quinn forced his eyes to focus and took stock of himself. Unsurprisingly, the nearby heart monitor was hooked up to himself, and he had two infusions, one seemed to be blood – again, unsurprisingly – the other probably a cocktail of antibiotics and painkillers. The lack of pain in his abdomen was a strong indicator. 

Also unsurprising, was Vincent’s looming presence in a chair next to his bed, pulled up as close as possible. His expression was a potent mix of relief, anger and worry, his red eyes sparkling like livewires. 

“Would it help if I said I’m sorry?” Quinn asked.

“Are you?” Ah, so he was stuck with anger for the moment.

“Not really.”

“What you did was–” Vincent swelled in his seat, and Quinn prepared for a lengthy lecture that didn’t come, “so incredibly stupid.” 

“Well, you might be dead if I hadn’t done it.”

“You were dead!” Suddenly, Vincent was on his feet and hauled his chair across the room. “Three agonizing minutes long, your heart was not beating. I could hear your body shutting down, could hear your blood stopping to circulate, could smell it starting to coagulate, and each chest compression only made more blood spurt from your wound. I– You have no goddamn idea–” His chest was heaving as he looked Quinn dead in the eye. “Never. Never do that again.” He tried to take a steadying breath, but it caught halfway in his throat and came out sounding an awful lot like a sob, “Please.” 

Quinn looked away from the open vulnerability displayed on Vincent’s face. His blanket was suddenly much more interesting as he absently twirled the hem between his fingers.

“Why weren’t you responding to comms?” He asked to disperse the tense silence. 

Thankfully Vincent knew him better than to force a conversation about their feelings onto him. 

“One of the perps dislodged it when we were fighting.” Vincent went over to the chair and brought it back to the bed, it was still intact. He sank back into it, and silence filled the room again.

After a while, Vincent broke it.

“Do you want to talk about the vision?”

Quinn sighed and closed his eyes, trying not to relive the images.

“Not really.” He admitted, hoping Vincent would leave it at that.

Instead of pushing the issue, a cold hand wrapped around his restless one and squeezed it gently. Quinn took a shuddering breath, and squeezed it back. 

s h o c k 🔴

[ragingbookdragon]

It’s a mini ficlet but I wrote it for @wombywoo because Quinn and Vincent are so lovely 🥰

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It’s the smile that gets him. Not the flirtatious one Vincent gives to attractive people who pass by him when they’re out on the town (on the rare occasions that he can get Quinn to go out in the nightlife). It’s that damned smile where Vincent’s eyes crinkle around un-aged skin, corners of his mouth pulled up in that cheesy grin, revealing pearly whites and a pair of twin spears.

The smile he gives him when they’re alone in bed and Quinn just said “I love you,” like a grumpy child, curled up in bedsheets, his face peeking out of the hole he made around his swaddled head.

It’s the smile Vincent gives when Quinn stands awkwardly in the kitchen, wearing a “Kiss the chef” apron, with a poorly iced red velvet cake sitting on the island; the scent of burnt cake batter wafts through the air from the oven but Vincent is so proud that Quinn managed to not burn the house down.

It’s the smile Vincent flashes when he walks in at a quarter to three and sees Fig curled up right in Quinn’s face, both of them snoring (and possibly drooling) into the pillow, sheets and blankets pulled up over Quinn’s shoulders as his pale fingers twitch in Fig’s side seeking unconscious comfort.

It’s much different from the teary eyed smile Vincent gives Quinn when the man simply says he has nothing to give but whatever he’s still worth after years of being battered and broken, Vincent can have; that band in Vincent’s pocket practically burns into his thigh when he presses his forehead against Quinn’s and shuts his eyes, enjoying the touch between them.

It’s the smile that gets Quinn. Makes the butterflies in his stomach soar like doves in the bright blue sky. Makes him remember that he has a life to live despite all his traumas and fears. That someone actually loves him enough to put up with all his bullshit and still manage to care.

It’s the smile that reminds Quinn his heart is still beating. A little broken, a little bruised, a lot of heartache—but still beating.

[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

Helina “Bell” Soldatova ~ CoD BOCW OC

Managed to snag a commission from the lovely @wombywoo​ who drew my Bell character that I created for Black Ops Cold War. Thank you so much for bringing this character to life for me, I’m in love with how you’ve drawn her🥹❤️ 

She’s a little bit of a self-insert so she’s extra special to me🤭 Some basic info on her can be found below👇🏻

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Name: Helina Soldatova

Alias: Bell

Age: 42 (as of 1981)

Height: 5′10″

Occupation: Clandestine Operative

Affiliation(s): Perseus (previously), CIA, MACV-SOG

Skills: Language/cryptography, espionage, hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship

Fun Facts: 

~Adopted by Perseus, who raised her and made her his second-in-command. Known simply as Sasha during her time with him. 

~Fluent in English and Russian, and can mimic regional accents with ease. 

~Owns several colorful turtlenecks, preferring brighter shades as a fun way to express herself. 

~Face claim: Svetlana Antonova (though her hair color, eye color, height, and name are based on myself heehee). 

[jakattax]

💪 Haru <3 🌸

Another amazing collaboration and commission with Makenzie @wombywoo of my half-orc fighter Haru of Tenmei.

I feel so grateful and blessed every time she accepts yet another of one of my comms 😌

My boi looks fine as hell 👀

So please please please check out her work, swing by her patreon page or see if her comms are open and get something done.

Thank you again Makenzie <3

[mashollings]

It's my summer vacation now so i'm promoting these again!! Reblogs are super appreciated ( ˘ ³˘)♥

[atrxcities]

god wrote his love in red

ref sheet inspired by @/wombywoo 's old oc ref

[gomzdrawfr]

Character sheet of Raven

"this....callsign Raven?" "indeed" "impressive file she got here" "lil birdie finally left her nest, ey?"

((I finally finished it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ yipppieee))

breakdown below + sheet without the notes and some close ups

the background is heavily inspired by @/wombywoo, another amazing artist to which they included a tutorial on how they usually compose their art, you may check it out here

the top left is a cross-out files

there's a total of 3 diagram that shows different firearm manual, one is pistol and the other two are rifles

two x ray photos of spine and neck - a reference to her nerve injury

there's also a south east asia map, which is alluting her possible origin location

there is also a note-looking thing below the first long panel....it's actually my pharmacy cheat sheet about nutrition intake LMAO

Full body:

often having at least two layers on her, and a handy bag slinged around her ((tbh she has so many small bags along her waist too but i got lazy)) just imagine its techwear

gloves: her left and right gloves are a pair, one that has the tail end of a snake, while the other has the head of a snake

boots: her preferred footwear

backview: there's a small sheath, that's her karambit knife sheath because she never go anywhere without her knife(s)

Weapons:

Karambit knife and Butterfly knife - her fav melee weapon

Gramineus, aka Grammy - her fav sniper, this is inspired by AWP skin, Atheris from CSGO

Arcs:

Betrayed arc - this is a reference to when the PMC members she was under, Cobra, placed a target on her head, there is a short fic to it in which you can check it out here from my masterlist

Newbie arc - this is just to show her beginnings, training under her caregiver, Vik (if you click my masterlist, it's somewhat written under Timeline-Sprout)

Post revenge arc - its when and after she takes down Vik

Recovery arc - when she resides with Price

Post mw3 - this is after her recovery arc when Price returns ((there'll be a fic for this im just too busy to write it all out yet, stay tune <33))

Hair

refer this post

Weapon charms

these are lil trinkets that she hangs on her weapons sometimes

the koi fish is a tribute to my other oc, Fish

the owl one is a tribute to her owl mask (and also she likes anything owl/bird related so)

the bucket hat is obviously, sum to symbolize Price ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[mandala--moons]

A commission from the lovely @wombywoo of my OC Solia marrying Noctis. I’ve had this girl forever, but had never commissioned anything of her, which was surprising given how old she is as an OC. I’m so smitten with this, she’s so perfect 🥺 Currently, it’s a scene from my fanfic project and it’s been so so lovely as a source of inspiration while I write gosh.

[awlwren-writes]

ALT

Thank you so so very much to @garbria and @wombywoo for this amazing art of my OC Amani and Pelna. Garbria commissioned wombywoo on my behalf and I am so stoked you can't even imagine. They are amazing. I love their expressions and their pose and their clothes and their everything. It's so beautiful.

I really want to give them a nice vacation now to the beach, where they can walk together and get a break....

Thank you so very much.

[advertingpizza]

hi! i guess i don't really have a "question" for u... i just really wanted to say that i WORSHIP your style! i think it's so personalized and you put so much passion into your shading and the facial designs, ive never seen an oc faces stay the same so often before! you are really talented.

I really hope that one day i can make something half as striking like u. Please keep sharing more! you are an inspiration <3

p.s. i think the clone is very handsome (#1 dad)

thank you!! this is my very first ask and it makes me very happy c:

i'll give credit where credit is due, though! i've been pretty open about it since making my blog, but it's been drowned out by newer posts. my style, especially when it comes to rendering, is very inspired by the art i see other people create because it makes me happy (ddeck, wombywoo, crazytom0712 on x) you should definitely check them out. their articles are all super addicting to look at and im sure if you like mine, you'll absolutely looooove theirs

i hope you stick around to see the rest of my art journey, you're really sweet for leaving this comment 🩷

and thank u i think he's pretty cute too, #1 space dad

[blossom-adventures]

Masterlists!

I'm Blossom! I write, and I talk a lot, and I also stream video games (which you can find here)

Skyrim!

My long fic Far Horizons & Ancient Stones (This link will take you to one of my chapter shares on my page, just so you know)

The Prologue for my new fic The Blood Prophecy can be found here

Pokémon Teams - 1 /

More about my OC - Jaina

Art - LavenderElf’s Portrait / Sneaksandsweets “Ship Art” Commission / Sneaksandsweets commissions / LavenderElf's Portrait / Winter's Art of Jaina / Sneaksandsweets Jaina & Kaidan Commission / Matri4rch Art of Jaina

Mini Bios - 1, 2 & 3

Fan Cast

Jaina’s Family

Jaina’s Playlist - 5 Songs Tag

TESshiptober2022 Masterlist

TESCheer2022 Masterlist

One Shots Masterlist

TheQueenoftheWinters Birthday Present

Bostoniangirl21’s Birthday Present

Art Trade with CrysDrawsThings - My Story / Their Art

My Birthday Gifts! From Winter / AndyWinter / CrysDraws

Bad Things Happen Bingo Masterlist!

Final Fantasy XV!

A Tall Glass of Red Wine - Teaser / Prologue & Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Pokemon Teams - 1

Game Clips (Red includes Ardyn, Pink is for Other Characters) - Humming / "Your Majesty" / "Hurt Feelings" / Hat Roll / The Mystic / A Look / "Noct" / After Leviathan / “Man of no Consequence” / “Home Sweet Home” / "I never said that!" / Ardyn's taunting / Ardyn's Laugh / At the Citadel / "Warm Welcome" / The Look / "They've Fallen..." / Ardyn's Tale pt1 / "Izunia, Ardyn Izunia" / Altissia / "Where Else But Gralea" / Stance Appreciation / Frozen Train / “A Hand Highness?” / "In the Dark" / Summoning Swords / Level Up! / "No Going Back" / "Why I Needed You" / Power / "What Gives?!" / Name Drop / Stamp / “What do you say?”

Ronkeyroo Commission Art

Hauntedadagium Commision Story - The Weight of Darkness

Hauntedadagium Commision Story - Hostage

Noctglaive Commission Art

Wombywoo Commission Art

Hauntedadagium’s Birthday Present

Seradyn’s Birthday Present

Nyx Week 2023 Masterlist

[hanalwayssolo]

Immensely grateful for the incomparable talent that is @wombywoo for once again bringing my brain baby to life from my (quite unfortunately) long dormant fic Laws of Motion! Here’s that particular Polaroid pic from chapter 2 feat. a very Dad!Cor ambushed by a cheeky young Gladio and my OC Briony. 🤧

[proewizard]

YALL!!!! LOOK at this amazing art I commissioned of my dnd character Yug, a changeling bard!! BEAUTIFUL (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Art by @wombywoo !!

[pixel-poke]

AMAZING Commission by the talented and absolutely wonderful to work with @wombywoo ❤️

Ruby Cottontoes, a nosey, sneaky, and charming old lady deep gnome/svirfneblin conjurer wizard who took to the life of adventuring after accidentally getting teleported to a bustling city, and is now taking the opportunity to live her final years to the fullest by adventuring, co-owning the fantasy Walmart of bargain magic items, being a double agent for nearly every organization in Waterdeep, and ghostwriting the hit novel Volo’s Guide to Romance. She wields a gun that she’s mistaken as an arcane focus, and can often be seen with her familiar pigeon, Liz.

[razziecat]

Check out this gorgeous pic by wombywoo! This is Veld and his friend Jackie, an OC by @aftepes , from an RP we’re in.

I adore this! Thank you wombywoo!

[atrxcities]

Layout inspired by one of @wombywoo's ref sheets for their OC.