Giant men in armour go brrrr

Hey! Y’all can call me Angie! Im currently into tons of video games and different movie/show genres! My current favs of the video game genre are CODMW2, OW2, R6S, DOOM ETERNAL and DBD. I’m a digital artist (degree) and I am not currently taking requests but will shortly!

[thedoommommy]

𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚘 𝚁𝚎’𝚜𝚑𝚊, 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙰 𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗.

In reality, female yautja’s do not share the same trait as human females do with having breasts. It’s hard to tell between which gender but typically females are larger than the males on yautja prime. Michyio’s mate, however, is 11ft tall versus her own 9’11ft in comparison.

[tazahan]

cod fangirls

[thedoommommy]

POV you get called out 😔👉👈

[thedoommommy]

Emily Lockhart and her robotic lover, Lamos.

I will be writing a story for these two and making a whole series for them. These are just sketches! I really do love creating stories for characters! 💕

[thedoommommy]

I have an unhealthy obsession with giant, muscular men who are twice my size and have a shitty past.

[clarke-mason]

My favourite genre of Modern Warfare 2 BTS pics is the one showing off the big arms Soap’s and Alejandro’s actors have

[thedoommommy]

AHHHH GHOST HOLDING RILEY IN THE AIR. I know it’s not actually Riley but- JUST IMAGINE IT THOUGHHHHH! 💕💕💕💕

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

💀 What If Ghost Couldn't Take a Joke? 💀

Pray for our boy Rudy 😔🙏

[thedoommommy]

I absolutely love @sleepyconfusedpotato and their art of the MW2 characters. Especially Ghost man, it’s absolutely beautiful! And hilarious! 💕💕🤣

[thedoommommy]

Angelica Volskia; The Queen of Valkyries.

Just some sketches of my OC!

[thedoommommy]

I’m kinda sick of seeing people try and ‘babygirlify’ (whatever the fuck that means) Ghost and Soap. These are two HARD core military men who have been through the worse shit imaginable. These two are BROTHERLY in nature. Ghost just allows his trust to spread out more for Soap.

Ghost has been through the worst shit possible, killing people, finding his family dead, and all kinds of military trauma. This man, as hot as he is, probably won’t ever get into a relationship. As for Soap, prolly a nice, headstrong Aussie woman lmao. But Simon “Ghost” Riley probably won’t even trust himself if he found a woman he saw interest in. The man is so broken that he may be just too afraid that he won’t be able to love her enough due to missions or he’ll snap and get angry at them without apologizing. Which is why I have mostly considered Ghost to be asexual. He doesn’t see the value in it.

In reality, Soap is the brother that Ghost never got to have when he was younger. That’s all I’m saying. If other people can share their opinions, I should be free to share mine as well! 😌💕

[thedoommommy]

Another sketch and rework for Alexis “Tex” Rives and Simon “Ghost” Riley.

I will be drawing out Alexis “Tex” Rives, creating her backstory in full detail, and her physical description.

[thedoommommy]

These two are too cute. I just sketched them out along with others on paper when I was bored. Fuze x Ying is an amazing and cute ship in Rainbow Six Siege .

[thedoommommy]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴

The doctor stared at the scene before her. One of the bloodiest massacre’s she’d seen since the Omnic Wars. Bodies torn to shreds, broken bones, twisted faces of pain, agony, and the cry for mercy. The hallways painted crimson with the blood of the innocents.  “Mein gott…”, the blonde, Swedish doctor whispered to herself. Her hands clutching onto her caduceus staff. She couldn’t help but feel her knees buckle and slowly fall to the ground. She did not know these people, but she could practically feel the pain and torment of which those once whole. Her left hand would slowly shift to press against her heart. 

“Who would do such a thing… Such a horrible, horrible thing…”, she nearly gagged as she shifted her gaze to land upon that of yet another twisted face. Funny. She’d seen these faces before in battle. Most of whom where her close friends. She could save them then… But here, she was too late.

Whilst she mourned for the lost souls within this treacherous foundation, she hadn’t noticed a figure behind her. The ghostly, clawed hand of the figure reached out to grasp her hair, yanking her back. With a yelp, the female fell upon her back. Her eyes clenched shut as to not have the being a second glance. 

“Open your eyes, Angela…”, a familiar voice rang out. Almost immediately, her eyes shot open. Crystal blue hues staring straight into the barrel of a shotgun. Her eyes widened before she looked past the barrel and up at the skull-like mask of the one and only, REAPER.

Angela tried to move, but the heavy boots of her past companion pressed down upon her wrists. This caused the doctor to yelp in pain. “Gabriel! Gabriel, please stop this!”, she shouted, or at least she tried. She froze when she heard the clicking of his gun. “Good-bye, little Angel…”, his tone was dark, evil, and held pure hatred. Angela tried to scream as loud as she could. As the gun went off, everything around her went black.

(Art is not mine)

She woke up with a start. Her chest heaving and her body dripping with cold sweat. Tears filled the doctors eyes as she brought her legs up to her chest, stuffing her face into her knees. “Just a dream… Mein gott… J-just a dream…”, she reassured herself. 

After she took her time to calm down, she slowly slid out of her bed and slipped on her slippers. Her daily routine has begun. Ever since she had been invited to work secretly at the foundation, she had a messed up schedule during the day. In the morning? Of course she had that all to herself. She had not told her friends back at Overwatch about this on behalf of the foundations request. 

Slowly, she shuffled over to the calendar. Scanning the day with her tired, blue hues, she then landed on today. “Uh! I have to get ready!”, she immediately sprinted around. Of course she nearly forgot today was the day she met her first SCP for an interview. Quickly, she brushed her hair out and pulled it up. She sprinted around, washing her face, brushing her teeth and getting up and dressed with her lab coat on. Finally, she got rid of what she could of dark circles under her eyes. Checking her appearance, she smiled at herself and placed her glasses upon her head. Fixing her croissant bun braided hair, she opened her bedroom door. In her arm she held a clipboard with the SCP’s file clipped within it.

Checking her watch, she found she would be late if she did not hurry. Her heels clicked against the ground as she caught an elevator down to the Elucid floors of the foundation. A soft hum escaping her excited lips. She seemed to have completely forgotten about her nightmare all together. It was what she had learned to do. Even after her parents deaths, when she was just 7. She learned t o keep that fake smile upon her face.

Soon, the elevator doors opened on the exact floor she was supposed to go. Hurriedly, she ran across the hallways and straight to one cell in particular. “Wew! Made it just in time!”, she says with a happy smile upon her face. A scientist gave her a grey keycard and nodded, “Dr. Ziegler… Please… Be very careful with SCP-“, he was cut off by the blonde doctor herself. “Oh relax, I shall be fine! I’ve been studying his file and video notes for a few weeks now! I believe I know how to make him talk!”, she says pessimistically. The scientist gave her a huff and walked off mumbling, “Your happy nature will not last, doctor”.

With that, she took the card in her hand and slipped onto the card slot, a loud beeping sound heard. Finally, the cell doors opens slowly to reveal the one and only, SCP049 in the flesh. His beak slowly raised up from where he sat shackled to the table. His silverish, blue eyes met Angela’s own.

“Greetings…”

(Art is not mine)

He had been merely thrown into this interview. Figuratively and literally. The shackles that held his wrists down on the cold, metal table seemed tighter than normal. His neck collar followed suit. He grimaced when the guards shoved him down into the seat in front of the table, beginning to lock the chains into their assigned placements within the ground. 

The occasion? It seems he is about the find out. The only information that he was given was what he had over heard the doctors talk about over the comms. 

“Where is she?”, one asked whilst he unknowingly pressed his elbow against the speaker button. Another doctor would clear his throat. “She says she is here, open the gates once she slides the key into the key guard”, he says softly to the other. “Damn, why’d we have to let someone as innocent and pessimistic as this absolute angel come just to have it ripped away from her… Shame..”, he says and picked his elbow from the button before leaning over to open the gate to the interview room.

The entity pictured what this doctor would look like. A female doctor? He’s seen them before, but not many in this foundation. Especially not one who wore garments such as these. She resembled that of an Angel. A pure, beautiful and soul tugging angel… It was almost too good to believe she was even real... As the doors slowly rolled open, a whiff of, pure and white energy struck his bone like mask. Impossible. None here did not carry the pestilence. It confused him for a moment. His gaze met that of icey blue ones. There she was. The doctor herself. Blonde hair pulled up in a lose braid from the back to a bun. Pale skin like that of an Angel. Her features matched her name. Of which he picked up on of course thanks to her name tag. “Doctor Angels Ziegler”. It had a vivid ring to it. It fit her.

He took his chance to speak, “Greetings… Doctor”, his eerie tone echoed through the room. His tone seemed to shift and change from welcoming to curious. But before he could speak, the blonde woman spoke up.

“Hello, doctor! I did not expect the guards to strap you in so tight… They look uncomfortable… Anyways, how are you feeling?”, Angels asked 049 almost immediately. Her heels clicking against the floor to fully enter the room. 

She was… worried? About him? Strange. That feeling of safety and worry nearly left his heart a millennia ago. One of the few things he had to sacrifice to become the GREAT doctor he was today. Though, the feeling of having someone worry for him was a nice touch he needed in his life. It soothed him from the headache that had occurred from being mindlessly and violently jostled around in the chair.

“Ah… No need to worry about me, doctor… I assure you. I am doing quite fine. Although, I am surprised you have little to no trace of the pestilence. You are pure”, he spoke with a tilt of his head as she sat down in front of him. This made Angela chuckle and pick her hand up to place her glasses upon her nose. “Oh dear, but I thought a doctor should always worry about his or her patients. Let alone anyone in need”, she let her gaze rest upon his. He wouldn’t admit it. But her gaze gave him a sense of security. A warmth that he wasn’t sure he welcomed so often spread through his cold, seemingly heartless chest. 

“This is true, Dr. Ziegler”, he says, feeling a chuckle erupt from deep with his chest. “Now tell me about this pestilence. The more I read and study about it, the more it comes to me as the thought of brutal human nature”, Angela asked as she took off her glasses to look up at the plague doctor. 

“Ah, a question I have heard millions of times yet… Few have given a nearly perfect answer such as yours…”, he states. His mind had been blown. The way she studied and simply observes just to come up with an answer practically shows just how intelligent she is. 

“"Ah... indeed you would be correct on that assumption. To remove the pestilence out of an organism, one must root it out completely from the patient's core to prevent them from carrying it further." 049 began to explain. "However... even today my method requires... *perfecting*... the pestilence is constantly... evolving... changing... adapting. Almost fascinating." 049 mused as he tapped his clawed finger against the metal desk.

Angela was stunned. She was correct? Of course she was! She had been studying! And she was good at it too! “Seems like you understand how human nature has changed over the years… Too much violence…. My aim is to end world violence, bring peace and aid to those who need it, and… To keep saving lives of those who need it the most”, she says as she wrote a few notes down about his behavior.

(This is just a sneak peak into my idea of continuing the “The Dove and The Crow”. Mercy and 049! 💕)

[martuzzio]

Freddy Fazbear Stare™️

[thedoommommy]

I-I… I have no words for this fucking beautifully terrifying man…

[miintedart]

< Ｇｈｏｓｔ >

[thedoommommy]

It’s- Its beautiful

[thedoommommy]

I broke my tablet so I had to improvise when this idea came to mind… My OCs name is Alexis Rives. I’ll be able to draw more on her when my new tablet comes in! ☺️

[thedoommommy]

My most badass, hot-headed, short headass OC…. Emily Lockhart

[thedoommommy]

Soooo! I got this idea from a friend. They wanted me to find two different characters from two COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FRANCHISES and pair them together…I made a randomizer online with my favorite characters and this is what I got… Ladies and Gents…. SCP-049 x Mercy.