#pixel (cod oc)

[numbpill]

stamp collection: wordless + aesthetic intentions

(ko-fi)

[eleu22]

pear thinks nikolai is gross

[mr-1-2-3-4]

Why 7-11 doesn’t go on leave with Graves to hang out with Adler- @pampanope

[tw1nkee28]

I made a new reference of Dawn's hair and body because recently he hasn't been looking like how I imagine him in my head

Plus my sketches from school and a couple old drawings I found hshdh

And... Well, this

[pampanope]

Fluff continuation based on this 💕

Pixel belongs to @mr-1-2-3-4 !!

[crazyfandomluver]

*clears throat and leans into the mic* oc update. *disappears*

Hey!

So. I figured out a bit more about my shadow company oc, and I need to share it so here’s what it is:

I decided I didn’t want him to be a soldier, we already have plenty of those, and I know we already have a medic. I was originally thinking about making him a cook, because someone has to cook for all this hungry babies, right??? WRONG. They can make their own food for themselves and for others. What these lil fellas really need, is some gosh dang THERAPY. So he’s gonna be a therapist and help his precious buddies😌

As another thing relating to therapy, he’s pretty adamant about them not bottling up their feelings, and finding some way to unleash their feelings. If they don’t want to talk about it, he’s turned an empty office room into a rage room where they can safely destroy things (The walls do not count PIXEL. You will break your fist, PIXEL.) My oc has made sure to provide safety gear, and has had soldiers bring back items from the war zone so that the soldiers can take care of pent up energy.

However, if they DO want to talk about it, he would love to sit down and talk with them! Nothing will be shared outside of his office, and he makes sure that they can feel as comfortable as they can.

He’s also REALLY good with his hands. In a crafty way, of course. He’ll often spend most of his free time making plushies, pillows, bean bags, and other things for soldiers. He’s very skilled, and very sneaky about finding out what soldiers would like, in ways ranging from having others ask about it, to sneaking the question into the end of a session. He’ll often make something for someone while they’re on a mission, and then when they come back, he’ll either give it to them personally, or they’ll find it on their bunk with a little note :) Unfortunately due to the danger that’s normally present on missions, there has been a few times where he’ll be waiting outside of the transport vehicle with the thing he made for them, watching for the soldier to exit, only to find out that they died on the mission. He knows how to handle his own grief of course, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

I had started thinking about what I wanted his first name to be, (because he’s not a soldier so he doesn’t have a callsign or a number) and the first name that came to mind was Adam, and I couldn’t think of anything else so… he finally has a name now! 🥳 I also decided that his last name will be Takker, which is pronounced ‘Tah-care’

Also, here’s a plushie I decided that he would make based off this dog toy that I found!

Plushie Grandpa Russell the Opossum!! Of course, the head wouldn’t be made of rubber, but I’m sure you get the idea 😅 This is just one of the things that Adam would make, including bean bags and other things. He’s also good at painting and stuff and has even drawn on his knife that he has for self defense so it’s a neat little custom decal knife ^^

I feel like he would definitely enjoy having a family, he in fact has a sweet wife who works part time on weekends and bakes him things to take to work and to his friends, and one adorable little girl who he brings to work on ‘bring your kid to work’ day. Her name is Asher, and she carries around this little unicorn plushie that Adam made for her 🥰

I will eventually draw him. (Eventually could be anywhere from today to 5 years later)

@pampanope @mrsphillipgraves @whitewolfmystery @theseareregularthoughts

[thelovelymushroom]

Easter: "Sometimes blood families suck ass..."

Easter: "But that just makes formed families even better."

Some characters by @mr-1-2-3-4 and @tw1nkee28

[ask-7-11]

Pixel set something on fire again. It looks like a box of explosives or smth idfk

Again…???

Gonna have to restrict his explosives privileges. The Commander’s not gonna like the collateral damages.

[thy-fucks-runneth-dry]

[clownsarthouse]

Whole cast done <3

[numbpill]

DIVIDERS

(ko-fi)

[scrivbloingsblog]

Ahem.. Vasili for your art block? ◉⁠‿⁠◉

VASILI😈😈😈

extra below

BALD ALERT🚨🚨🚨🚨

I'm sorry 😭

[mr-1-2-3-4]

Half my PeachTree is gone but I saved these…

(@pampanope)

[tw1nkee28]

Drew all the ones I could from memory, no phones in school means no references HDHHF

I like drawing cats really stupidly and uh

It started out with 7-11 but just... Expanded

@pampanope

@mr-1-2-3-4

@olibird

@niresenrab

@mythrite

[pampanope]

This is Pixel, @pixel11-18 ‘s oc!! He’s a spicy boi lol I love the lil horns💕

[crazyfandomluver]

There’s footsteps. Multiple. Feet pounding against the floor, increasing in volume as it nears, then fading away as it gets further. Turning your eyes away from a video of an opossum in a purple hoodie on your screen, you watch as shadows ran down the hallway, past your open door. They all seem to be headed in the direction of the gym.

You snort. Something exciting must be happening, because no one here ever is that excited for exercise unless there’s food involved. However, you know it’s not that, because lunch was thirty minutes ago. No ones hungry after that because the cooks make sure that everyone gets their fill.

Perhaps 7-11 and Red were sparring again, Shadows always got excited for that, and betting almost always was present. However, none of the Shadows seemed to be carrying money. Maybe Pixel punched through another wall and had found a secret stash of treasure. Unlikely but your mind tended to get away from you sometimes when it came to the what-ifs.

Confused, you put your phone in your pocket, and began to get down from the top bunk. There was no point in wondering about it. After all, if there was something super exciting happening, you wouldn’t want to miss it. Your feet thumped onto the floor, and you walked to the door, grabbing one of the Shadows arms, stopping them in their tracks.

“What’s going on?” You ask, waiting for the Shadow to regain their breath enough to spit out a coherent sentence.

“The 141 Ghost just… challenged Commander Graves… to a one-on-one!” They sputtered, chest heaving heavily, watching as the other Shadows passed by them.

You couldn’t believe it. Ghost? As in the tall, emo, British guy from Las Almas? The Shadow tried tugging their arm out of your grip, but you tightened your grip

“Did Graves accept??” You ask urgently, squeezing their arm again and repeating the question when they didn’t hear you the first time.

“I don’t know! We’re all trying to find out!”

You curse, letting him go. Turning back into the room, you hurriedly grab your shoes, and slide them on, not caring for tying them, so you just tuck the laces inside your shoes.

You excitedly close the door, locking it behind you, and join the stream of shadows, all flowing towards the exercise center with purpose, all hoping to get there in time to possibly see your boss sock someone several times taller than him in the nose.

Fin. =)