You can call me Haze (or Mistyđ).
đ˘[Requests: Currently Closed]
This blog is my playground and gallery, a space to share whatever I createâillustrations, comics, stories, and screenshots.
Things might not be neatly organized here, but that's the point.
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[The contents I'm interested in] related to CoD BOCW, or BO6 and other BO series
[Favorite characters] I love most of the CoD: BOCW characters, especially Russell Adler. Frank Woods, Alex Mason, and Jason Hudson are also favorites of mine.
I recently uploaded a few short stories. I enjoy exploring subtle emotional shifts between characters, and I love capturing the mood of a conversation through gestures and atmosphere. I don't have concrete plans for future writing yet, but if inspiration strikes, I'd be happy to follow where it leads.
Recommendation = â¨
<I Will> (Adler x Reader) Dark fable/Fantasy/Romance
â Epilogue : <Flowers, Veils and Twin stars>
â¨<My Tin Can Soldier> (Adler x Reader) Historical/Childhood/Romance
â¨<Alice dances with the White Rabbit> (Adler x Reader) Noir/Romance
- Q&A with a reader
<Legacy of Speed> 3-chapter series (Adler x Reader) Racing/Drama
Chapter#1 Chapter#2 Chapter#3
â¨<Scoutblood> (Adler x Reader) Family/Scouts/Medical drama
<The Prince of Night> Romance/Fantasy
First Encounter (Adler x Reader) - small episode - A marriage in motion (Adler x Reader)
<Blinding Lights: The Art of Allure> MDNI/Psychological Thriller/Toxic
#1 Wings in the Dark (Adler x Reader) Gothic AU
#2 A Messy Proposal (Adler x Reader) unorthodox proposal moment
#3 Swallowing an olive (Adler x Reader) atmospheric / dark intimacy
Adler (about Intellectual Capabilities)
Favorite Adler moment
Fan Column-Bell the Embodiment of a Wounded Era, Adler the Man of the Cold War
A Simulation of Russell Adler's Two Mother Models
âTwo Ways to Raise America's Monsterâ
I'm a hobby artist who draws simply for my own enjoyment. If you happen to like my artwork and would like to share it, I'd be happy to see it appreciated. However, please make sure to credit the source and do not use the illustrations for any inappropriate purposes (such as claiming them as your own).
<Squeaky duo>
<Adbell short cute comics> #1 #2
<Adbell TS4 comics> #1 #2 #3
<Russell Adler mini Hairdex> <Portrait>
<Squid-ler and Shrimp Bell><Squid-ler and Shrimp Bell's Lubyanka Raid>
I usually draw Adler, but these days I've been exploring other characters as well. My illustrations tend to have a bright and lighthearted vibe, but I'm also drawn to more serious or darker moods from time to time. There's no fixed styleâI just go with whatever inspires me in the moment.
âŤď¸Bell OC (Female Bell : Maica / Male Bell : Boris)
[ Maica Lydner (Maiya "Bell" Minovskaya) ] Black Ops: Cold War OC
âsomewhat developed design ânew / âold
ăâ¨<The Price of the Game> ăAdler, Stitch + Lydneră
ăâ¨<Do you Believe in eternity...?> ăAdler, Lydneră
ăâ¨<Girl's Talk> ăAdler, Lydner, Parkă
ăâ¨<The Prophecy, Little Bell and the Eagle's Fate> ăYoung Lydner
ăâ¨<Maica's Blessing> ăAdler, Lydneră
ăâ¨<April Fools Day 2026: Selfsona, Bellsona and Adler>
ăăăAdler, Lydner, Selfă
ăâ¨<Desperate Measures> ăAdler, Lydneră
ăâ¨<Chaotic Reunion: Perseus vs. Adler !?> ăAdler, Lydner, Perseusă
đCurrently working on Bell OC's storyline / sketches (2026)
Story Origin (2025) : A personal spin on the DUGA ending.
If you're curious about my Adbell story, please take a look at this post.
âoutdated design/story
<Simple birthday at a safe house>
<OCxAdler short comic Halloween Romantic Comedy>
<Original Character creation note>
[ Boris Minovsky (Boris "Bell" Minovsky) ] Black Ops: Cold War OC
đŤ<The Melancholy Life> ăShort history of Borisă
âŤď¸Non-Bell OC
đ¨ [About Commissions] Thanks a lot for showing interest in my art and asking about commissions! Right now I'm still figuring out my style, so I'm not ready to take commissions yet. But I really appreciate your support in the meantime!
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The little one wailed like a mandrake that had just been yanked straight out of the dirt.
Either way, this was yet another responsibility, yet another mission.
To help bond with the baby, his spouse had scolded Adler to take off his sunglasses and make eye contact while looking after the child, but old habits died hard.
It was not as if the baby could dig into his secrets, but whenever he stared into those glass-marble eyes, he felt a strange sensation...as if he were truly being unraveled.
"Baby, stop crying and tell me what you want."
Adler spoke in a low, quiet voice, holding the crying baby just tight enough not to drop them, lifting the child slightly away from his body. His spouse witnessed this scene and was absolutely appalled, pointing out that he was only making the baby cry harder.
"Russell? Stop interrogating the baby and hold them properly!"
The f-word almost slipped past Adler's lips, but he held it back with everything he had, imagining the nightmare scenario where the baby picked it up instantly and started blabbing it out.
But every time he fulfilled the demands of this child who looked uncannily like him, Adler felt a faint, fleeting sense of atonement somewhere deep inside.
[Note]
It's been so much fun imagining the baby's hairstyle! â¨
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Okay, people seemed interested in my last post where I asked if anyone wanted to hear my undergraduate history thesis research on the "real" Perseus, which the character from Black Ops Cold War was based on, so here it is (below the cut)!
The majority of what we know about Perseus all comes from one man, Colonel Vladimir Chikov, a public relations manager for the KGB.
The earliest mentions of a spy known as Perseus appear in 1991, in newspaper articles published by Chikov, who wrote multiple books and articles throughout the 1990s in which he 'revealed' Soviet secrets following the collapse. Perseus is mentioned in many of these, and through these we get a limited picture of the 'real' man.
Perseus was allegedly the assigned codename of an American physicist at Chicago University. Chikov claimed that Perseus had been recruited by the KGB while visiting his parents in New York City sometime between autumn 1941 and summer 1942. While in New York he ran into an acquaintance whom he had met while volunteering in the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939), Morris Cohen, codenamed by the Soviets as 'Volunteer' or 'Louis.' The two discussed Perseus' invitation to work on the Manhattan Project and, somehow, the conversation led to Cohen revealing that he was working as a spy for the Soviet Union. Perseus, in response, had expressed a desire to work for the Soviets himself, and Cohen passed it along to his and his wife, Lona's handler, Anatoly Yatskov.
Chikov alleged in his books and articles that Perseus vehemently refused any kind of compensation for his spy work, and that he "had taken such a step for purely humane reasons," due to his fear that the United States would use the atomic bomb against the Soviet Union, a common reason given by Manhattan Project spies.
When it comes to physical descriptions of Perseus, there isn't a whole lot to go off of. The closest we have is (allegedly) from Morris Cohen's wife, Lona, who Chikov claims met with Perseus numerous times. In Chikov's book Đ ŃŃŃкио ĐĐľĐťĐľĐłĐ°ĐťŃ Đ˛ ХШР(Russian Illegals in the USA), Chikov claims that Lona had met Perseus in Albuquerque, New Mexico in order to collect an information drop off hidden in the bottom of a box of tissues which she returned to her and Morris' handler, Yatskov. She describes Perseus, upon seeing him for the first time, as "a short man in a straw hat, a white T-shirt, and matching sandals walking from the cafeteria. In his left hand, he was clutching a yellow bag with a fish tail sticking out,â and as âquite a typical person, although outwardly he looked like a rather colorless person, with a pale thin face and large fishy eyes." This very fish themed description is why my Perseus tag is a fish emoji!
Information about Perseus fizzled out shortly after Chikov stopped publishing articles and books.
Throughout this I put 'real' in quotes as its generally agreed upon by scholars, and even other former Soviet intelligence officials, that Perseus was never a real person, at least not his own person. Senior Soviet intelligence official, Pavel Sudoplatov, in his 1994 book Special Tasks claims to have not known of a spy codenamed Perseus, and that he believes that 'Perseus' may have been created by Yatskov and colleagues (including Chikov) in order to obfuscate the identities of real spies. Chikov himself admitted to this, saying "The main goal was to make the story unclear."
The Cohens, who were real people, were not informed by Chikov and company that they had become the centerpiece of this spy story. When interviewers would visit the couple throughout the 1990s to ask them questions about Perseus, the Cohen's handlers would redirect the question, blaming the couples ages, as they were in their 80s at the time, for their "forgetfulness."
The real spy that Perseus shares the most similarities with is Theodore Hall, the youngest physicist on the Manhattan Project at only eighteen years old. Hall's most used codename was 'Mlad,' however he had another, 'Young(ster)' due to his age. This contradicts Chikov's claim that Perseus had shortly gone by 'Youngster,' as having two spies, especially those working on the same project, who shared a codename could be disastrous.
If anyone would like to read more about the 'real' Perseus I highly recommend the book Bombshell : The Secret Story of America's Unknown Atomic Spy Conspiracy by Joseph Albright and Marcia Kunstel, in which there is an entire chapter about Perseus! This book was my most used resource and building base for this section of my thesis so I most definitely recommend it if you'd like to learn more about the Manhattan Project, specifically Theodore Hall.
If there is anymore questions, whether it be about Perseus, the Manhattan Project, or just what it was like to write an undergraduate history thesis I will try and answer to the best of my ability so don't be shy, I am very passionate about this subject!!!
Thank you @blue-healer (for proofreading both my full thesis and this post) and @flufshi and @ladysouthpaw1213 for your excited comments on my interest post! I hope you all enjoy and learned something :)
For the fox wedding AU I posted a few days ago, I just chose winter as the setting because it fit the storyline. But it turns out foxes mostly mate during the colder seasons... đ How did it align so perfectly?
[This story was written as an epilogue to I Will, a piece born from past conversations with Rosie (@ladysouthpaw1213). It is a slightly revised version of a draft I completed last winter.
In our DMs, she brought up the story of Adler and Bell's marriage, which reminded me of this draft and inspired me to share it. Though brief, it describes a wedding within the fox clan, and I strove to give it a soft, romantic atmosphere.]
| Third-Person Perspective (Reader as "Bell")
[Genre] Fable, Fairytale, Wedding, Romantic, Fantasy
[Setting] They are foxes.
[The Story So Far (Feel free to skip, as the full summary is quite lengthy)]
Betrayed by someone she deeply trusted, Bell is left to wander the village alone until she finds shelter at a modest inn. Surrounded by the eccentric figures she encounters there, she gradually uncovers their secrets... and, in the process, awakens to her own hidden identity as a fox. Ultimately, they unite to overcome their shared challenges. Now, bound by the ancient law of the fox world (which decrees one must marry their savior) Bell finds herself stepping into an entirely new relationship.
[Length] Under 1.5k words
*Note 1: The name "Bell" is used here to make it easier to address the reader/character.
*Note 2: As this is a fairytale AU, the characterization of Russell Adler may softer somewhat than his canon appearance.
*Note 3: It has been a while since I last wrote a fairytale-style story, so the tone may feel a bit unfamiliar.
In the world of foxes, winter brought with it a most special occasion...
The children's small fox ears and newly plumping tails twitched with joy and curiosity amidst the winter petals drifting through the air.
These children (Alex's son and Jason's kids) seemed to vaguely understand, yet not fully realize, the significance of the day.
Fully dressed in their finest and looking utterly adorable, the little foxes grabbed handfuls of petals from their baskets with tiny fists and flung them into the sky, spinning around as if they themselves were the centers of the universe.
Watching them from above, Jason found the sight deeply endearing and pride-inducing, but he kept his expression entirely impassive, murmuring with solemn gravity, "You mustn't scatter the petals now. They are meant for the path when the bride and groom appear."
Ordinarily, his tone might have been sharp enough to move one of the children to tears, but today, the usual weight seemed to have lifted from his voice, rendering it almost gentle.
The other father, Alex, brushed away the stray petals clinging to the children's hair and quietly reasoned with them, "The other foxes roamed the fields at dawn just to pick these flowers. They had to wait for the morning star to twinkle in a clear sky, so they weren't easy to gather." Alex hoped the children would appreciate the foxes' hard work, gently coaxing them to restrain their eagerness to scatter the blooms.
In the human world, the morning star bore a dual nature, sometimes carrying darker omens. But here, in the world of foxes, it remained a steadfast symbol of hope and a fresh dawn. A marriage, after all, was the ultimate beginning, making the star's presence a perfect blessing. Guided by such signs, the foxes constantly read the movements of the clouds and stars, divining the ideal seasons to harvest the herbs, flowers, and berries essential for their sacred rituals.
This particular wedding was also highly exceptional.
It symbolized the merging of the Perseus Fox Coalition with Russell's own Fox Coalition. The marriage of Russell and Bell was the very event that heralded its true beginning.
The ceremony began beneath the soft winter light, and the venue, as expected, was Bell's estate. The foxes conducted the ritual according to their time-honored traditions. Because Russell and Bell were required to wear formal attire, they used a potion specially prepared by Helen to temporarily conceal their ears and tails.
Russell's tuxedo featured a handsome velvet lapel, which, upon closer inspection, was adorned with intricate embroidery wishing them good fortune. Suiting the winter season, Bell wore a thick, pure white dress accompanied by a shawl. The shawl had been crafted by the other foxes, who had each contributed a small lock of their own fur as a token of blessing. The varied colors of the fur caught the light with a subtle, shimmering brilliance.
By the time the winter sunlight filtered through the estate like a thin curtain, Bell's veil fluttered in the wind. They exchanged blessings and greetings, shared the nut-and-fruit-filled bread baked by Lazar, and began their procession through the village.
Seeing Bell, who had finally reclaimed her estate, appear alongside her husband, the townspeople either smiled or nodded in approval. They genuinely wished for the true mistress of the mansion to find happiness.
As a rain of petals fell, the clocktower in the square announced the arrival of a quiet night. The excitement of the entire village began to simmer down as the sun dipped below the horizon.
The foxes who had attended the wedding exchanged final courtesies and began to depart for their respective territories. Soon, the only ones remaining at the estate were Russell, Bell, and a few of their companions.
When Russell and Bell finally slipped away into the cozy privacy of their shared space, their companions chuckled softly, but soon waved their hands dismissively and disappeared into their own rooms for the night.
Bell felt a surge of excitement mingled with a distinct awkwardness at the realization that she must now share this space with Russell.
As if sensing her mood, Russell approached with a faint smile, gently taking her shawl and placing it on the table.
Russell carefully removed the petals and ornaments caught in Bell's hair. He wanted to look closely at the face of the woman who was now his bride.
"In the folklore of certain lands, they say that when foxes marry, it rains even though the sky is clear. But today, a rain of flowers fell instead. I suppose we should be glad our formal clothes didn't get drenched."
He offered the light observation to ease her awkwardness. Though he could rightfully call her his wife now, he chose to treat her with the utmost care.
"When you and I were alone, back when I was a wounded fox," Russell whispered, recalling the time he had been injured and brought to Bell's room, "you didn't treat me carelessly, even though you still believed yourself to be entirely human back then. Your touch was remarkably gentle for someone handling an animal," He softly took Bell's hand, pressing his lips to her fingers. "âŚI wanted to stay like that just a little longer."
Lick.
Russell extended his tongue slightly and licked Bell's finger. For a fraction of a second, Bell felt as if all the hairs on her body stood on end. On that very day, while Bell was tending to Russell in his fox form, he had licked her finger in exactly the same way.
Bell exhaled a small breath, acutely aware of the warmth of his breath and the touch of his lips. "...So you were testing me even then," Bell said, her tone slightly sharp.
Russell let out a short laugh. "You think I was testing you? If I could have, I would have preferred my wounds to heal a little slower. ...And besides, when left completely alone in a room with a female fox of marriageable age, do you truly think I had nothing on my mind?" As he spoke, a faint, primal gleam flashed in Russell's eyes.
That look, despite the tender atmosphere, served as a quiet reminder of exactly why they were there together.
Russell drew himself flush against Bell, fully savoring her scent and the feel of her soft body against his.
As Bell looked up softly into Russell's eyes, the reality of having a husband finally began to sink in.
It was then that Russell offered a joke that didn't entirely sound like one.
"If it feels too burdensome for you, I don't mind if we proceed with our mating in our true forms. Fox to fox, that is."
Bell processed his words, and the sudden, vivid mental image of two foxes mating made her flush with an even deeper embarrassment.
The image of Russell's fox form pressed against the back of her own...
Bell snatched a small cushion nearby and buried her face in it.
"I don't quite appreciate that sort of humor yet... Moreover, I still cannot transform into a fox properly." Her voice emerged muffled against the fabric.
Russell chuckled softly at Bell's minor resistance and blatant shyness. Her innocence never failed to provoke his mischievous side.
But he did not view his meeting and union with Bell as an ordinary affair, and a part of him deeply wished to treasure this exact moment.
"Come now, let me see my bride's face." He took the cushion obscuring her face and set it aside.
Meeting his gaze once more, Bell found Russell's eyes looking somewhat triumphant... and thoroughly mesmerizing.
She caught her breath, her face burning crimson.
He leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of her ear.
"I think things are perfectly fine as they are. I only want to know if you are happy."
Bell let out a small sigh and looked deep into his eyes...
Beneath the dim lamplight, his eyes shone as deep as a lake. For a moment, she could not stop herself from falling into that gaze.
Blankly, she ceased her awkward movements and stopped searching for useless words.
She would no longer run from destiny, nor from this bond...
Bell kept her eyes closed. Upon her lowered eyelids, his lips brushed softly, lingeringly.
Slowly, his lips traced their way across her eyes, her cheek, and finally found her mouth.
And...
âIn the folklore of certain lands, they say that when foxes marry, it rains even though the sky is clear.
When Bell vaguely recalled Russell's words, she thought she might have heard the sudden, pattering sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane.
But on a night when two stars finally converged, such things hardly mattered at all.
[Creator's Note]
I honestly thought I had abandoned this draft, but it turns out I still had it saved. Anyway, here is the epilogue to the fairytale story from before. I simply wanted to capture a soft, romantic atmosphere, and that's pretty much it. đ
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A laboratory. The stench of chemicals. The veins in his brain pulled taut.
Everything felt familiar. Only, this time, he was the subject.
The ambient hum of murmuring voices... He was no different from canned goods packed away in a shipping container.
Complete darkness and solitude, but at certain moments, a dazzling light, and the sensation of being moved somewhere.
A few times, it felt as though they were deliberately taking the long way around, just to keep him from guessing where they were headed.
And then, what revealed itself was...
"Did you play hide-and-seek, Adler...?"
A man with a distinct, peculiar tone spoke to him.
As Adler's eyes adjusted to the light, Stitch stared at his prize in sheer admiration.
"Peekaboo."
Soon, as his vision cleared enough to take in the man's full appearance, Adler shuddered at the memory of his past. That exact sensation when a sharp blade had helplessly sliced around Stitch's eye as he lay bound. To Adler, that memory was a blade of vengeance, but at the same time, a faint, metallic trace of euphoria oddly lingered within it.
"We always give and take, Adler," Stitch's voice sounded somewhat amused, almost excited.
"As you can see, I suppose it's my turn this time. But this time, it comes with a little extra problem. If there's nothing wrong with your memory, do you remember? That entity... who used to be your 'Bell'?"
The more Stitch ran his mouth, the deeper the creases on Adler's brow became. It was the existence he had been trying to forget for a while, but could never truly erase... the one he had lost in a single split second.
...Bell.
Adler instinctively hurled a curse at Stitch. Perhaps out of a sense of self-defense. It was because a flood of memories from his brief time with Bell came rushing in all at once.
Certainly, those weren't pleasant memories.
He had to mold a completely independent individual with entirely different ideals into a docile, loyal puppet.
The greatest, and worst, project in his history.
"Don't act like you don't know me..." Adler took a moment to catch his breath, his demeanor making it perfectly clear that he had already seen right through Stitch's intentions.
And they both knew, implicitly, that Stitch was just like him... someone capable of absolutely anything.
Stitch let out a short laugh, slowly pacing around Adler like a predator circling its prey. "If we wanted to make things even 'formally,' I suppose I could give you another pretty scar on your face. Just like mine." His tone was casual, as if he were merely going out for a light stroll.
Stitch turned a bottle of chemicals sitting on a nearby table, making sure the label faced forward. Catching sight of the label for a brief second, Adler felt a sudden bitter taste coat the inside of his mouth the moment he recognized it.
...Because the eyes of Bell, who had looked up at him right before that very drug was injected, flashed back into his mind.
"But I'm going to take it a step further. For this to work, it's much better if your eyes stay intact. ...You're going to end up helping us after all, Adler."
[Creator's Note]
It's been a while since I've doodled Stitch so I just wanted to draw him again.
Ghost and Price meet as centers of rival k-pop boy bands and face off in a dance battle...
âThey actually used to be in the same group, but the band split up because they had different visions.
Ghost once called Price 'Hyung(Hyung: A respectful and affectionate term used by a male to address an older male, whether it's an older brother, someone of higher rank, or an older friend),' but that's a title he doesn't use anymore.
Now, they're having a dance battle as a duel.
â(This has no relation to any real-life individuals.)
Hi, Bell.
Itâs true that your activity as an ask blogger brings a fresh vibe. If you had been active one or two years ago, you probably would have received more interesting questions and more people would have liked you. But thatâs not the case now.
I think I understand why the Black Ops fandom is shrinking. There are still plenty of good people whoâve been active for a long time.
The problem is the galleries. Some of them seem to believe they can exert influence over bloggers just by sending anonymous questions.
Itâs like they think asking anon questions makes them omnipotent. Honestly, a lot of them act as if theyâre Adler himself.
But you know whatâs even funnier? Even though theyâre anonymous, they canât resist revealing who they are.
And the questions they send you arenât meaningful at all. Itâs more like animal noises (like meowing) just to grab attention. Theyâre using the effort of you and other hardworking bloggers purely for their own amusement.
Since theyâre anonymous anyway, and nobody knows who they are, Iâll just say it straight.
I wish they would ask questions in proper human language.
hit the nail on the head on why on I don't like people who think Adler is a model to be followed or glorified..
âââââââââââââââââââ OOC BELOW !
ooc ; i understand perfectly what you mean. i know you brought up a lot of valid arguments here, as for the fact that I haven't been active that long (years). the truth is that I haven't been active on tumblr in general, even on another account which is my main, and Black Ops is still a relatively "new" things to me (i've bought the game about four months ago, having started watching the gameplay for a year). it's true. it's no one's fault really, i just discovered the fandom late.
anyway, i see what you mean on the rest. on one hand i appreciate the people sending me asks, even just to keep blogging and keeping my hyperfixation everlasting, on the other, i would prefer some different asks, as in more introspective things about the character itself. sadly, several fandoms, CoD especially, are/is going through some sort of rotting phase in which everyone mischaracterize everything. the most popular example is Ghost from Modern Warfare, and at this point I think we all know where the problem lays with him. despite having gone through hell, being a character with depth and all, people still depict him as an abuser and/or kidnapper in many x reader fics. now, I still believe everyone should be free to do whatever they want with their fics, because the character is fake, fictional. however it is FAR from canon, and simply not the character.
we could go on forever. the closest example here is Bell x Adler. i played along in some cases because as i've said multiple times, this blog is just for fun. i even wrote some adbell on my other blog. but i am fully aware that is FAR from canon anf fandom-related. for Adler does not care about Bell, and if he did, we wouldn't notice it all in the game. it's canon for Adler to just throw their body off a cliff or walk away or, at best, at best, bury them somewhere they can't be found. still that's not the issue.
now, how many blogs have you found that simply keep to the story? honestly, i found few.
that's fine, people can do whatever they want. it isn't a great issue for me. most of the people that send me anon asks are just here for fun and they see the fandom a certain way, so in a more light-hearted way (it's undeniable). that's fine, but i do wish, as you said, to receive more fandom-oriented questions or with deeper meaning. as for being hard-working, i do not see this blog as a chore, if i did, i would've stopped by now. and as i've said, if i do not want to answer an ask, i will not. period.
i'm not going to lie, when i started the blog i expected more 'serious' questions, that i'd spent some time thinking about. i would've preferred it honestly, i still do when i get serious asks, despite the fact that it takes me a little longer to reply. it makes me dive into Bell's character and that's literaly what's it's all about. but it's not a problem for me.
long story short, yes, i prefer serious and canon asks. you're right on the fact that this is not how the fandom should be interpreted, at least that is my opinion; but hey, it's still a fandom and folk will do whatever they want. bell is a character that as already been labled as weak or worse, 'bottom', and that alone will make people feel free to send me weird things. not to mention we often forget that there a person behind the screen. i will incluse myself in this. THAT is an actual issue.
'meaningfull' questions are just my preference and people are still free to send me whatever they want (within common sense, tumblr guidelines limits), but i don't think it'll make the fandom any bigger or better. it's just a little boring, is all.
mine is just another ask blog. i'm here for fun, althoght i want it to be clear that i like the canon version of Bell much more than what the fandom turned them into, or who people expect will reply to them in this blog.
i hope i answered your question <3 all in all i completely agree with you but theres's little i can do about how it. /neu /gen
Reading this post actually made me reflect on my own activity here. (Since it's already been almost a year, I thought it was necessary to look back on my journey.)
Just to be clear, I am not this asker, and I have never sent an anonymous question to Bell. Because it's impossible to stay anonymous when you're trying to send guinea pig pic.
I, of course, respect the canon.
In fact, my headcanon posts were closely based on in-game lore and facts, and I'm deeply grateful that a few of them received so much love and recognition from many.
If someone recently stumbled upon my blog, it might give them the impression of a "not-so-serious blog that just simps for Adler." However, I've truly learned and realized a few things through my time here.
What I've learned from actually being active in a fandom is that there is always a gap between what is "right" and what is "accepted."
Speaking only the truth in a fandom didn't always mean it would be accepted, nor did pursuing pure entertainment always guarantee acceptance. This is something I've come to realize through a bit of experience... just as the things I love on social media can't always please everyone.
Also, as a creator, I'm fully aware that the Adler or Bell I create and enjoy is strictly fanfiction, a spin-off, and a derivative work.
It's just that I love diversity and possibilities, and I truly enjoy the various interpretations within the fandom. I don't have a rigid taste; instead, I love experimenting. I actually enjoy throwing characters into completely ridiculous situations. I love creators who know how to play with characters and make creation genuinely fun. As long as it's not something excessively cruel or horrific, I can generally accept most themes.
I hold an ambivalent stance regarding depictions of Bell as passive or as a victim. It's a concept that has long been used as creative material in the fandom, and it can be fully convincing depending on the storytelling style or the creator's discretion. If a story has plausibility and persuasion, I can embrace it.
I fundamentally separate the canon Bell from my OC Bell, and when a post isn't about my OC, I obviously don't use the tag. I believe people are well aware of this too.
My OC Bell isn't a distorted version of Bell; rather, it's an imaginative game to enjoy two-way possibilities... exploring what if Bell survived and was a woman, or a man (or non-binary).
As for Adler, I highly value his characterization from the original lore, and I try my best to keep that in mind even when writing AUs or fanfiction. (I simply like him as a character; I don't view him as an absolute being or a role model. If I did, I wouldn't have put him in a bunny suit.)
My year on Tumblr has practically been filled to the brim with AdBell, but I pride myself on having a fairly wide spectrum of what I can enjoy and accept.
If they inspire me to create something, I'm more than happy to just burn that spark.
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