#fem!bell

[pl4stiche4rt]

Haven't posted here in a while <33

[mistyhazebloom]

​"Do you believe in eternity...?"

​Dismantling her beliefs and breaking down the boundaries of her mind felt chillingly similar to the most toxic, poisonous parts of love.

​He constantly tried to seep into her, like ink dissolving in water.

​And Bell, despite knowing it was an attempt to exploit her, couldn't help but feel a sense of pity toward his desperate struggle to take root in her heart.

​She owed him her life, but that debt was merely a contract.

In return, she was given a reality of cold eyes, withered hands, and a bizarre daily routine.

​"Nothing lasts forever."

​When she answered, Adler slowly let out a smile after a few seconds of silence.

​"Enlightenment."

​He whispered, savoring his own words.

​"You've gained something too, haven't you?"

[Creator's Note]

It's been a while since I used Photoshop, which meant I actually got to use layers for my sketching. I've been drawing with MS Paint for the past few months, but it doesn't give you any brush stabilization at all. (I only recently found out they added a layer feature.😝) But hey, I find that raw style pretty fun. So I think I'll keep using MS Paint for my future doodles.

(I feel like Maica's eyes and hair are closer to an ash beige. Similar to Adler, it's in that ambiguous zone between blonde and light brown, but with low saturation. That's why she looks relatively pale compared to him.)

WIPs

I'm a lazy amateur, so always feel sorry for my baby Maica.😵‍💫

[imjustsocute]

COD BO Fanweek 2025

Day 2 Historical Period AU ‘Viking Era’

“Each horizon is a new beginning. Rise and reign.”

***This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. Just read it for the thrill.***

Plot: The story follows Lisette (considered her true name in this AU), the youngest princess of Scandinavia, born after eight elder siblings—Stitch, Stone, Naga, Wraith, Knight, Jackal, Kitsune, and Portnova. As the last in line, she was often overlooked and neglected, even by her own father, Perseus, who rarely spared her any attention.

During her childhood, Lisette devoted herself to training in combat and mastering the skills necessary to serve her homeland. She accompanied her father and brothers onto the battlefield, and by the age of eighteen, she had finally earned recognition from Perseus and the royal family.

Five years later, Perseus led his army—together with all nine of his children—across the sea to invade western England, then ruled by King Russell. The conflict between the two sides was merciless and unrelenting, drenching the land in blood as countless lives were lost.

But as Perseus’s forces dwindled and supplies ran scarce, he sought peace. He dispatched envoys to negotiate a treaty with Russell, offering his own daughter, Lisette, in marriage to the King of Western England. In return, Perseus secured farmland for his Norse people and forged an alliance to prevent rival Norse clans from invading the island.

After her marriage, Lisette converted to Christianity, taking a new name: Bell, Queen of Western England. To the people, she became known as the “Viking Queen”, infamous as the “Lady of Bloodshed”, for she herself had slain many on the battlefield.

Drawing upon her experience from her homeland, Bell aided Russell in matters of governance and ensured the smooth running of maritime trade routes. Yet despite being husband and wife, their relationship was cold and distant in the beginning—conversations rarely strayed beyond affairs of state.

As time passed—months turning into years—their bond slowly changed. They began to open their hearts to one another, and what had begun as a marriage of politics gradually blossomed into genuine love.

In time, Bell bore her first child: a strong and healthy son named Phillip, heir to the throne of Western England. He was later followed by twin sons, Blake and James, completing the royal family.

[anime-potato-san]

Adler doesn’t feel guilty.

Well, he thinks he isn’t supposed to. He’s “America’s Monster,” after all. And typically, he doesn’t. Everything he does, morally questionable or not, is always for the greater good; to protect the world. Someone has to get their hands dirty to keep other hands clean.

And yet he can’t stop thinking about Bell. She was working for Perseus. His right-hand man until everything that happened. Bell was just supposed to be an asset. A way to get the upper hand over Perseus. Nothing more.

But somehow, God knows how, Bell became more. She worked hard, so hard that Adler sometimes had to remind her to take breaks. She always put the team and Adler before herself, even for things non-work related. Bell always talked to everyone, treating them like they were friends, not just colleagues.

Treated Adler like he was her best friend.

Bell understood him. She truly cared about him. She “went” through the same hell of Vietnam as he did. Adler almost wish he hadn’t agreed to using his memories of Vietnam. Almost wished it wasn’t him that was Bell’s handler. Maybe it would have hurt less in the end.

Him taking Bell to the beautiful, artic cliffside instead of just killing her right after the bombing wasn't him trying to give her a dignified end. Him telling Bell that she was a hero wasn’t him easing Bell’s guilt over working with Perseus. Him saying it was never personal wasn't Adler trying to minimize the hurt Bell must have felt from his betrayal.

Adler cradling her dying body, keeping her close to his chest, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t him mourning her.

That tear that slipped out of his eye was from the wind, not from the pain of losing the one person who could truly understand him and saw him as more than the heartless bastard he portrayed himself as.

[mashedgravyandpotatoes]

a dog may appear guilty when it bites, but at the end of the day, it's nobody's fault but the owner's

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Happy Birthday Natalia”Bell” Novikov

Header Image Created By Neka C.C(Creator of this Neka C.C’s Name is listed on bottom of image) : Click

Today(September 22) is a very special day and that because it’s the chosen date for My Bell(Natalia” Bell” Novikov). And what better way to celebrate her birthday than to look back on her evolution from a simple reader insert fill in to a OC with her own story.

When Natalia was first created, she was simply meant to be a fill in for when I read Adler x Bell!Reader inserts during the height of Black Ops :Cold War’s popularity on Tumblr and AO3. I did had a basic idea of what she look like but at the end of the day, she was always what the fic required of her in terms of personality and story.

Then 2024 and I was introduced to a little site called Neka C.C by @burnatnight. And with that, Natalia as she is now known was created. All she need now was a bio and backstory. That wasn’t difficult as I was inspired by many amazing Adbell fics for my own stuff. For example September 22nd was chosen in honor of @quizzyisdone’s AdBell fic that had it listed as Bell’s birthday(I later found out that it was actually September 19th but 22nd was cemented at this point). Andrei and Lana were inspired by a now sadly deleted AdBell fic that i grieve dearly to this day(along with Skyfall). Ditto for her Bluebell nickname.

When it came to her backstory, I always had the question in my mind”How did someone like her wind up in a Group like Perseus in the first place?” After being tagged for a picrew game, Svetlana was created(Natalia’s beloved deceased mother). Her death would. play a big role in Natalia’s backstory. As for her father, originally he was gonna be another OC until I became intrigued with the idea of Perseus being her father. It added another layer to her and Adler’s relationship(a woman caught in the middle of a feud between her father and the man she’s loves). I thought it would be be extra tragic if she never knew Perseus was her father but he did and she only found out after he had passed away.

Natalia’s biggest strength I say is her resiliency. Despite everything that happen to her(losing her mother, seeing who knows how many deaths and betrayals over the years, being shot and left for dead, being brainwashed and then being shot again by the man she loves) she keep on going. She still fights for what matters to her. Even managing to find a genuine domestic life with Adler(he had to work for her forgiveness, don’t you worry) against all realistic odds. Make no mistake, Natalia will never be the same person she was before 1981 and will always be affected somewhat from what happened to her. But from the ashes of her old life, she was reborn from a Pawn meant to be sacrificed to a Queen ruling the chessboard.

Maybe it’s because in my eyes, I want Bell to have a happy ending(unrealistic as it may be). That i see them more than a feral dog who destined to always have a tragic fate. To rewrite the ending in a sense. To give them back their humanity when others have taken away until they are only a faceless soldier. To give them peace and happiness that canon has denied them. Perhaps, it’s due me always looking more with emotional lens(ditto for other Black Ops Characters) and what they could be than simply text based analysis(and honestly a lot of talented users are better at this than me anyway). And yeah, it may not be supported by canon, but it makes me happy and that’s all that matters.

Happy Birthday to my first OC

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[hamletsleftball]

night terrors

— haunted dreams, of a should-be ghost, of bygone feelings

CONTENT WARNING: SOME visceral description, implied unhealthy dynamic/dependency, mentions of death, adler being narratively haunted by bell, fem!bell, bell reader, adler suffering (yippee)

author's note: definitely not the proudest of this but i do love the idea of adler being haunted by bell, as an inversion of the fandom popular trope of bell being haunted by adler. because i think adler should rightfully suffer! as he should!!

———

A shuddering breath leaves him. Cold is the air that caresses his chapped lips, brushing tauntingly against the raw flesh that throbs and radiates with flashes of hot agony. Somewhere…somewhere…

If Death be a shadow…

His finger twitches against the freezing metal trigger of his 1911. Its weight rests against his hand — clutching it tightly to ensure it won’t slip from his hands as warm blood does from his torn-opened flesh. His arms grow heavy with the weight of blood, or the lack thereof, and his vision grows dimmer. The dark silhouettes before him are but blurry masses of eigengrau that looms overhead. With his legs sprawled on the ground, and a wall behind him.

Urgency should be pulsing through his veins. Urgency should be seeping from every pore, every wound. Where is his urgency, but overridden by a sense of dull languidness his entire form is slowly submerging into.

In the shadows he lay, he rests on; leaning against it. And from the shadows behind slips a hand.

Cold. Clammy.

The hand covers his eyes. Gloved. The somewhat coarse nature of its fabric brushes against his brow. It cups, and presses against his face like a blindfold, but through the minute cracks of the fingers he sees light. Concrete-colored light. Seeping through like the trickling of light.

Warmth presses against his back. A body. One he leans against.

Soft caresses of her breath bates down his neck, brushing against the shell of his ear as she leans in.

“I will be your eyes.”

Her other hand traces down his arm, until their fingers touch. Covering his hand, she lifts the gun. Guiding the nuzzle to point at a direction he cannot see.

“You shoot when I tell you to.”

He cannot see where.

All he can feel is her.

Oh the irony. He failed to be her death and yet…here she is.

Death, as her constant, unwavering companion. Death, as the sole notion of sovereignty of her fate. Death, as the very shadow he had ripped from her.

As she will rip from him.

Dig her nails into his eye sockets.

Gouge out his eyes.

He’d give her his sight and gun like a poor fool blinded with trust and faith (even if she were to shoot him dead and paint the walls with his flesh the next second).

A dead merlin. A dead doe. A dead body, a corpse-like figure lying limp in the cell. Her, her, her—

———

He wakes with a jolt. A gasp torn from his lips.

No more is the warmth of her. Just…the sticky, damp warmth of his sweat-soaked seeks and the nauseating sensation nestled deep in his throat enough to prickle his skin with dotted goosebumps, amidst the quickly cooling sheen of sweat on his arms and back.

No more is the concrete-colored light that trickles from the crevices between her fingers, but rather signs of dawn that paints his room in bluish hue.

He could still feel the touch of her fingertips, her lips that brushed against the shell of his ear, her icy yet emotionally detached voice— Oh-so vividly.

His hands tremble.

A year. A year of these nightmares haunting each of his nights. No more of Vietnam or other atrocities. Just her. And the familiar phantom touches of her cold and clammy hands (like a corpse, like a cadaver—).

Night after night of him willingly giving her his sight and guns.

Taunted by the tragic reality where he could not, he cannot do so. For she has already rejected his offer.

At least in his dreams, she takes.

And takes.

And he’d let her.

———

fin. | do not plagarize, steal, modify or translate my works without explicit permission

[ushitooshi]

OH YEAAAAHHH I DREW THIS A BIT AGOO!!

fem!bell I missed u, idk my style changes all da time…