Latest posts tagged with #codoc on Bluesky
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 😂
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
old oc doodle. do not fly and text guys.
#militaryoc #codoc
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
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
Some newer art lol
#clipstudiopaint #cod #codoc #oc
쪼와아압
#콜오브듀티 #CallofDuty #Horangi #OC #CODOC
Got three (technically four) babies cookin' rn.. ୧(^ 〰 ^)୨
1• Part 2 of Caesar shenanigans, but you get to meet his Mama ;3
2• Simon finds out Soap is.. cheating?! (🫣).. maybe 09 we'll see
3• Caeser thinks he's not enough for Dimo 🥺-
#leachwrites #oc #codoc #cod #callofduty #ghoap #ghoapfic
Vanilla and Simons first meeting. A pretty lil bun and a scruffy lil dog :3
Early access on Patreon or buy my stickers on Redbubble!
#callofduty #simonriley #codoc #bunny
Since everyone was begging to see the whole thing, HERE YA GO + some extra panels cause it’s funny
Guess the scan doesn’t work if your face is half concealed ;]
#CoD #JohnSoapMactavish #JohnMactavish #OcxCanon #CodOc #CodFanart #digitalart
Look at this! This is the first commission of my Veronica and König, and I’m in love! Don’t they look perfect together? I absolutely love how @devilsdrawings.bsky.social drew them 🥰
#cod #könig #oc #codkönig #konig #callofduty #originalcharacter #codoc #callofdutykönig #callofdutykonig #commission
Laswell calmly explaining to Caesar for the 5th time why you can't get kidnapped on purpose in order to teach your team how to save you:
#leachwrites #oc #codoc #cod #callofduty
"🌶️ "
Dimo:
"Joe, remember we need to pick up milk before we head home."
A Mr. John Caesar:
#leachwrites #oc #codoc #cod #callofduty
AU where Caesar was held for years (canon), but Dimo was one of the goons watching him, and Caesar has a like some like of weird obsession with him.
Blah blah blah he gets out eventually, finds his Dimo and he ends up like this duct tape guy.
Ok I'll go 😶🌫️
#leachwrites #oc #codoc #cod #callofduty
Get a piece while you can
#codoc #ocart #cod #digitalart
Captain Price being licked by a Gnoll OC
I heard about furry hybrids OC, I wanted to make one. Name, Warren
Escuché sobre los híbridos peludos OC, quería hacer uno. Nombre, Warren.
They're licking their Capitán.
#CoDOC #CaptainPrice #JohnPrice #TF141
I’m currently working on Veronica’s sheet (thank you so much for the name, @mohawk23.bsky.social ! I love it 🥰)
#oc #originalcharacter #sheet #charactersheet #wip #workinprogress #cod #callofduty #codoc #callofdutyoc
Captain Price with his puppy Elias (muttfruit’s OC(Instagram))
I’m also still looking for more artists to trade CoD art with.
bsky.app/profile/toot...
#cod #callofduty #captainjohnprice #captainprice #codprice #oc #originalcharacter #codoc #arttrade
@temeyes.bsky.social got to draw my two sweethearts again, Evie (OC) and her John Price. I absolutely love the picture again! The way the two of them are cuddling while taking their nap is just adorable.
#cod #callofduty #captainjohnprice #oc #originalcharacter #codoc #commission #lovebirds #codmw
I’m allowed to draw muttfruit’s (Instagram) OC Elias with his Captain Price for an art trade. Here’s a WIP of it.
#cod #callofduty #captainjohnprice #captainprice #codprice #oc #originalcharacter #codoc #wip #workinprogress
Finished it
#CoD #CoDoc #artistsupportartist #doodle #art #ocart #traditionalart #callofduty #gouache #velikan
I have not been here for a bit BUT I HAVE SOME OC LORE!!
my COD OC, Finney Reyes!!💜
also idk why the quality genuinely gets shot in the ass when i post this
#imforgettingyourface #animation #art #CODOc #OC #animationmeme #trend
My stupid son who I hate
#oc #digitalart #codoc
Writing my own Call of Duty fan fiction. It’s a retelling of Call of Duty MW II (2022) from my CoD oc point of view. It contains non-canon scenes and interactions cause it’s more my CoD oc lore than a real retelling.
archiveofourown.org/works/784181...
#codfanfiction #callofduty #codoc
Bring me 115..
#callofduty #codoc #originalcharacter #donotsteal #3drender #dazstudio #artbygemrenders #blackopsoc #blackopscoldwar #frankxdahlia #frankwoods #ocdahliamaxis #woodsxmaxis #maxissisters #codzombies #samanthamaxis
I haven’t drawn anything so uh here’s a wip
#CoD #CoDoc #artistsupportartist #doodle #art #ocart #traditionalart #callofduty #gouache #velikan