“No one wants to look at art of OCs” I don’t think that’s true at all…I follow people specifically to see their OCs literally all the time. Bring back being curious about people’s OCs, asking questions about them and hyping them up like we did when we were teens

A study I did a bit ago that I've really taken to; I didn't use a lot of blending tools so the majority of the painting is done in successive little strokes.

I found the reference image on pinterest

the moon is so pretty are you related to her

thank you, vivi, for such a beautiful creation. i appreciate you and your undying support and love so unbelievably much.

The god of the moon saw the goddess of the sun and together they created the stars

A moodboard dedicated to my lovely @themotherofhorses with the princess Dove and her husband Ghost 😌😌💚(it's her husband canon👺💚)

Hi! I don’t mean any offense by this !!! but I was just wondering:

Why do you think Ghost would be attracted to a Native American woman? From what I know, there is a lot of bad history between the British and Indians, so the relationship between them just doesn’t make sense. Wouldn’t your OC be disrespecting her culture?

Hi anon!

So I’ll answer your question with one of my own — Do you also send these shitty ass questions to other creators? Or is it just me, since my COD OC happens to be a non-white woman?

Idk. Kinda insane that I have to explain why Ghost’s girl is a BIWOC. Is it really that unfathomable?

“why did you follow prev” “how did you become mutuals” ummm bc we were sisters in a past life and would find each other in any universe.. next questian…

AYÓÓ ÁNÍÍNÍSHNÍ, BIRTHDAY GIRL. have a wonderful day, my love. 🫶🏼

AAAAAAH THE ITALIAN MEME(Shrek I love you) and...ti voglio tanto bene Vic 😭💚💚💚💚, you are a pure gem and one of the kindest person I know 🥺💕💕💕

paloma | silly lieutenant, in love with a steward of the land.

Cooper Cobra G/T Tire 160017024

is getting on my nerves

cass and cooper father/daughter thought time!

There definitley comes a moment of realization when Cooper thinks to himself about how the young girl has really warmed up to him, he thinks of all the times he had with Janey as his daughter and this particular moment really shines through with that and that's the soft moment in which Cass tells Cooper that she finally feels comfortable in a place that does feel like home for her, she goes on about how Lucy and Charlie are so good with her and all that. She'd start getting tired before dozing off on Cooper's shoulder.

Cooper grumbles at first but, let's her rest easy on him. Cass really has become somewhat of a daughter to all three of them, to Cooper. Cooper realizes that Cass isn't so bad to have around, she doesn't feel like random stranger to him anymore, she feels like family. (also you just know Charlie and Lucy see this and are in complete awe!)

simon riley x fem!reader

Imagine holding Simon when he cries. 

Simon Riley is an incredibly strong man, an absolute force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. Since joining the SAS in 2001, he has created a name for himself. A military legend—seemingly more ghost-like than flesh and blood. But that is the farthest from the truth, isn’t it? Cause, at the end of the day, he is still human. You’re his girl, the love of his life. His true love—his only love.

You are a source of comfort he somehow found in this shitty, cold world. The home he never had the privilege of experiencing; your arms have provided him with everything he was denied during boyhood.  

So imagine your Simon arriving home one evening—dead silent—merely shuffling his way to where you’re seated comfortably on the living room couch. His duffle bag drops near his leather recliner before the balaclava is tossed to the side. On his face is a certain heaviness, a sadness twisted in his handsome features; his blue eyes are not as bright as they usually are.

You swallow. Did something happen during the mission? 

“What is wrong, baby?” You coo, stretching your arms out wide to welcome him in. 

Without another thought, Simon tucks himself into your embrace, with his head resting gently on your chest. Against your breast, he can hear your heartbeat thundering away in your chest, moving in a rhythm that matches his. He reckons he is the luckiest bastard in the world, to find a soulmate who compliments him in every aspect of life. 

He lets out a small sigh, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling his throat closing up as tears begin to well up. His bottom lip trembles before he bites down on it. 

“Simon,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “What happened, my love?” 

Another tear, followed by three more. A tiny, shaky exhale. Simon remains utterly still for a moment, not saying anything, until…“It’s my father’s birthday today.” His voice is quiet, breathless, unbelievably thick with sheer sadness. 

Your face falls at that. “Oh, Simon.” A sad smile pulls at your lips while you hug him closer, peppering more kisses up and down his hairline, pausing to brush back soft, blonde strands. You say nothing more as he continues to weep in your arms, entire body racking with choked-up sobs and uneven breathing. 

“I loved him,” Simon rasps out, pulling his face up from your neck. Both his cheeks and nose are a cherry-red, with baby-blue eyes bloodshot and puffy, lined with fresh tears. For a moment, he wasn’t the Simon Riley you fell in love with, but the Simon Riley who was five-years-old—all scrawny, little legged and freshly bruised, hiding behind the bookcase in his parents’ bedroom. 

“Loved him so bloody much.” 

You don’t know what to say. What can you even say? Nothing can heal those wounds, cut so deep in his heart and soul that any slight movement reopens them. “I know you did.” You kiss his nose, minding the mess of tears and snot. 

His fists slowly tighten, knuckles whitening as all the memories of his father begin to flood through him; they all carry an agonizing sensation, the kind that is too fuckin' painful to discuss aloud, yet too damn gut-wrenching to keep bottled up inside.

“Do ya…” he hiccups, clearing his throat. “Do ya think…in another life…?” 

In another life. You think for a moment, carding your fingers softly through his hair. “Maybe, my love…” 

Simon nods. “Maybe,” he croaks out, keeping his arms tight around you. There, on the couch, you continue to hold him, letting his torrent of tears soak your shirt; time and time again, your fingers run through his hair in some silent attempt to ease the little boy wailing inside. 

“It’s okay, baby.”

You kiss his temple.

“You’re alright. Let it out, baby.” 

He’ll be alright tomorrow. You know it. In the morning, he’ll be barefoot and content in the kitchen, baking his mother’s special recipe of blueberry and pineapple pancakes—a cup of milk, one egg, blueberries, pineapple, and, of course, the batter—all while waiting for your arms to circle around his chest. 

But for right now, he is five years old, finally being embraced in arms so warm and loving and protective—so unbelievably perfect. The feeling incites more tears.

"Thank you, baby," he mumbles, gently kissing your collarbone; it's a kiss so rich with love, appreciation, and adoration that it stirs up butterflies in your tummy. "For everything."

For everything. Oh, you silly boy. "Simon." You smile down at him, gently caressing his cheek. "For you, my love? I'd do anything."

note: a little drabble for my "let simon riley cry 2024" campaign. thanks!

Sweet boyfriend Ghost (dividers by @chloekistune )

Sweet boyfriend Simon who the first time you met sent Johnny and Gaz forward to test the waters to ask for your phone number

Sweet boyfriend Simon who the day you moved in together prepared a candlelit dinner

Sweet boyfriend Simon who, when he's not on a mission, always shows up on his motorcycle in front of your workplace/university to pick you up

Sweet boyfriend Simon who, when you have to choose where to go on holiday, always makes you choose

Sweet boyfriend Simon who during his missions always tries to bring you souvenirs in the places he goes

Sweet boyfriend Simon who whispers sweet words to you during love, reassurances of how you are the most important thing in his life

Sweet boyfriend Simon who spoke to your parents before asking you to marry

Sweet boyfriend Simon who when you said you were expecting a child or wanted to adopt a child he burst into tears because he has always wanted a boy/girl and a family

And now he is there, Sweet husband Simon in your children's room telling stories to make them fall asleep and you feel like the luckiest person in the world to declare yourself Simon Riley's wife.

Tag: @chloekistune @alypink @graveyard-party666 @statichvm @themotherofhorses @priceseyes @cassietrn @onehornedbeast @justasmolbard @kikiharinezumi @starryylies @cyberghostdraws @kaitaiga @moosch @yourluckyoswald @illmetbymoonlight @caelums-fate @ohgeesoap @valyrra @hookhearted

can you kindly shut the fuck up about your oc?

no and woah missy language

\\Lil Rant

If You feel that people shipping their oc with your Cod Blorbo for some reason inhibits your enjoyment of your fandom experience because it "Gets in the way" of your Oc x Canon; I kindly ask you don't interact with my stuff.

Because I'm just gonna assume you're seething in your seat behind surveillance cameras like a super villain or some shit because what are you on 😭

If you don't like other people shipping their ocs with your favorite character but still follow the artists who ship their ocs with previously mentioned character, why follow them??

I'm going to encourage the Hell out of OC x Canon regardless if they ship the same character because Like AUs exist, Our Ocs can coexist and like the same mediocre military dude.

anyways, here’s Dove with Ésevone.

"Simon Riley is toxic," "Simon Riley is a cold and distant man that enjoys inflicting harm on others," and "Ghost is a red flag."

Yada yada yada. Anyways.

Simon Riley LOVES cats.

When she first read his personnel file, her eyes immediately took notice of one certain detail, jotted down on a little yellow sticky note, in red penmanship. Price’s handwriting, she believed.  “Enjoys tattoo art & animals.”  SilentDove smiled at that. Simon Riley, 6’4” and with a fearful reputation that always preceded him, possessed a soft spot for animals — cats, she soon learned. He never spoke about it aloud, but there were signs: the small glances toward a stray kitty sunbathing on the sidewalk; his blue eyes softening the moment they caught sight of the kittens at the local petshop, and all the cat videos he pretended were not clogging up his YouTube history.  Yeah, there were countless signs. 

“Saaayyyy….you ever wanna adopt a kitty-cat, Lieutenant?”  “That’s above ya’s pay grade, Reyes.” 

Three months later, Dove tried again.  "A little brown kitten, Ghost, with pink beans on its toes! Imagine that!" She was holed up in the Lieutenant's office, pestering him with pictures of cats she found on Pinterest. "Brown kittens are super duper rare, y'know that, right?" she asked, showing him a cute brown cat with amber-like eyes. "Look, even the nose is brown!" But all she got in response was a stupid grunt; he didn't even look up from the paperwork he was filing out. Stubborn bastard, Dove thought to herself with a sigh. She fell silent for a moment until Simon suddenly spoke up. "I'd like a Norwegian forest cat," is what he muttered, peeking up to look at Dove. His bright, baby-blue eyes met her dark ones, and the Native American could see a certain softness pooling inside them. A smile twitched on her lips as she sat up straighter.  "Yeah?" Simon hummed. "Damn things are beauties. Ever seen one?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Wanna get me one once I retire from all this shit. Name him Shiloh, get him a bell and collar." "Shiloh," Dove breathed out, nodding. She liked the name; it sounded nice on her tongue. Shiloh…c’mere, Shiloh! "Didya know that Viking brides were given Norwegian forest kittens as a wedding present?" as her chin came to rest atop her palm.  His gaze dropped to follow the slight movement before flickering back to her face. "Is that so?" His voice dropped a little, suddenly taking on a huskier tone, instantly sending a small flutter of butterflies inside her tummy. Dove swallowed with another nod.  "Mmmm, in honor of Freyja, the goddess of love. According to the mythology, her cart was pulled by cats; Vikings loved cats, and it was a sorta…good luck for brides to have a kitten in her new household." Dove paused before adding, "—when I get married, I'm gonna ask for a kitten as well. No fancy pots, pans, or cutlery. A cat, one that I'm gonna name Ésevone." "Ésevone?" Simon repeated, cocking his head to the side.  "Buffalo in the Northern Cheyenne language."  "Ah. Ésevone," he rasped again, this time with a nod of his own. "Ésevone and Shiloh. Not bad."  A few seconds of (comfortable) silence fell over the two before— "—Y'know, Ghosty, you actually look like a TOTAL cat dad. Like you got the entire "cat dad" aesthetic down to a T." "Shut up, little bird." 

note: just a small snippet as i try to dive back into writing :D

GHOST IN “CARTEL PROTECTION” 🕶️ | MODERN WARFARE II

cass. | abandoned child. | surrogate daughter.

lore summary:

Cass was abandoned around the age of 12-13 and was later found by Charlie while on a supply run. Charlie knew the risks and consequences if she brought Cass back with her but did so anyway!

When she was introduced to both Lucy and Cooper, there were different reactions. Lucy, while cautious about the idea of having a tween/teenage girl in their lives, she opened up to Cass and made her feel comfortable and at home. Cooper was a different story. Cooper and Charlie had a bit of a bickering argument over it, he, too, knew the big risks of having someone like Cass in their lives and he didn't want those risks getting both his girls killed. Charlie explained to him that she's just a kid, there's nowhere else to go.

Sure, it was a typical thing to say but it was the truth. Cooper sighed, not willing to fight with Charlie over it and kept his distance from Cass for a time, she hit too close to home for him because she reminded him of the daughter he once had: Janey.

Overtime, however, Coop does warm up to Cass and eventually, a big father/daughter like bond grows between them, something that both Charlie and Lucy adore.

All three are practically parents to the young girl, her being like a surrogate daughter of sorts to them. It's not something they'd expect to happen but, they love her anyway.

wasteland lovers, fallout tag.

hi! i think you've answered this question before when a different anon asked, but i couldn't find the original post, so sorry for the repeat; but how do you recommend non-native people write native characters while being respectful of their tradition and culture? i understand that there is a variety of different indigenous cultures all across america and other parts of the world, but do you have any links or sources that you could recommend to further familiarise with the general gist of respecting boundaries before diving into individual peoples and whatnot? thanks so much for the help, and i'm sorry if i worded any part of this ask; this is a genuine question, and i don't mean any offence!

Hello love!

I’d be happy to provide some help. See below:

Here is my previous post regarding this topic; it has the basics for how to tackle a Native character when you are a non-Native. Feel free to read through it. Additionally, I’ll offer some more personal advice.

Three of my main OCs (SilentDove, Balenyra, and Gene) are Plains Cree, Chippewa, and Okanagan. To narrow it down:

SilentDove and Gene (siblings): Chippewa-Cree & Lipan Apache

Balenyra Red Rivers: Plains Cree & Okanagan.

Now, the Cree and Okanagan people are predominately Indigenous Canadian (aside from the Chippewa-Cree that reside on the Rocky Boy reservation). Given that I do not belong to any of those cultures, I've needed to do extensive research on cultural customs and beliefs. After all, they might do something different that we Diné/Nde do not.

To do such, I've actually taken to surrounding myself with people belonging to these Nations (e.g., on different social media platforms). For instance, here is a post that explains what a Cree bride would've worn in the 1800s; this was posted by someone who is Plains Cree.

Furthermore, here is an excerpt I’ve included in my Notion, an app that I’ve used to build my OCs:

If you wish to conduct your own research, I highly recommend websites, books, journal articles, and other references published by Indigenous people, preferably belonging to the tribe/band you wish to include in your writing.

For example, your character is a Cree person. Are they Plains? Woodlands? Swampy? Moose? If you are writing about an Apache woman, does she belong to the San Carlos tribe? Is she Lipan Apache or Jiscarilla? ? Specify! Too often have non-Natives grouped us underneath the same umbrella — refusing to expand our identity, leaving us as only "Native American/Indigenous."

I'll link a website (here) that also provides wonderful suggestions!

If you need further help, feel free to hop into my DMs! Thank you!