#Cold War figures

[zentarablog]

The Cold War Explained: 10 Key Events of the Global Standoff

The Cold War, a period of geopolitical tension between the United States and its allies (the Western Bloc) and the Soviet Union and its satellite states (the Eastern Bloc), dominated international relations from the mid-1940s until the early 1990s. It was a conflict unlike any other, characterized not by direct military confrontation between the two superpowers, but by ideological rivalry, proxy…

[macksartblock]

Begging my work to let me see my boyfriend this Christmas

[maumausie]

Non-Binary!Bell is so funny to me cause like. I just imagine that Adler couldn’t be bothered to/forgot to check what was goin on in their pants and Park wouldn’t let him call Bell an “it” in front of everyone else.

[anime-potato-san]

Bell is definitely a people-pleaser.

Regardless of if it’s for Adler/The team or Perseus, Bell is desperate to please them, do to anything they ask. Anything that gets asked of them, Bell does them. Take when we confront Volkov, either we kill him like Adler ask, or we do what Park asks and capture him. And during Break on Through, though you can definitely troll him which is hilarious, and I highly suggest doing so at least once, Bell does everything Adler says to do.

Though we don't know much about what they were like with Perceus, Bell was Perceus' favorite operative, they definitely did everything he asked.

I think Bell being a people-pleaser is almost tragic in a way. They did everything to please the people they saw as above them, people they cared about, yet in the end, they didn't matter to them.

Thank God fanfiction exist because I can make Bell happy.

As I traumatize her by having her die over and over.

[eloisyw8]

Can I put a ring on Makarov (the reboot one)? 🥹 💍 Your art is so good. Literally. I love it.

Why of course you can and thank you!! x)

[willyhoos]

metamy is insane. like.

what if i was the hero you loved gone wrong. defeated and destroyed. rebuilt as my own greatest enemy. what if i lost everything. what if i had been reprogrammed to despise all i had once fought for. what if i couldn't even remember why i had fought at all.

and what if you were made of roses. what if you represented every beautiful thing i once died trying to protect. what if you wore flowers in your hair and cared for small creatures and had eyes the color of the forests i used to call my home. what if you were everything i once loved.

those memories are just out of my reach. infuriatingly. maddeningly. but if anyone knows who i am (who i used to be) it's you. if anyone can make me feel like who i used to be (who i really am) it's you. i can't speak, i can't breathe, i can't remember anything (but you).

you are the world i have been ordered to burn. i am the weapon you have chosen to resist. i was (am) the hero that you loved.

you are my only memory.

[mnasthaii]

BELL + ADLER

these violent delights - micah nemerever / franz kafka’s letters to milena jesenska / frida kahlo / all i need - radiohead / the mark of athena - rick riordan / the lover as a cult - olivia gatwood

[tomialtooth]

Very interesting how in the duga ending Perseus is genuinely delighted that you're still alive and welcomes you back as his comrade with open arms and he's supposed to be the bad guy whereas the "good guys" of the game make it very clear in their treatment of you that they do not think of you as a person let alone their friend.

[charlietikoobadiah23]

HISTORICAL FIGURES: Shenanigans 1

(JFK 's design was heavily inspired [or taken] by @deadb3at08 . Loved the design and wanted to practice the artstyle just for this)

Anyways, moments ahead:

JFK, George [Duke of Kent] & Julie D'Aubigny popped off by some drug and see Super Puppet Man (no further questions)

Ulysses S. Grant being hemophobic.

Hector Berlioz about to drink the antidote he made after Harriet Smithson hesitantly agreed to marry him (he was offing himself by taking a butt ton of opium, IN FRONT OF HER after she rejected his idea of them getting married) [THIS. ACTUALLY. HAPPENED]

[bluebellwrenart]

April, 1986

Adler: "Well, what do you think, kid?" William: "I think she's tiny." Claire: "She's a baby, Will, they're supposed to be tiny. You were this tiny once."

Little Adler x OC family doodle, given recent events.

I wanted to draw something that went with his new skin, because summer is upon us (though where I live the temperatures been upon us since...like...March) and I love, love, love cookouts. One of my favorite summer activities by far. Unfortunately, art block. I'll draw them grilling out some other time. For now...baby.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

BY THE LIGHT & POWER OF THE STARS -- PROPELLING THE SOVIET DREAM TO NEW FRONTIERS.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on Soviet Space Program-themed pin-up titled "Starlight," artwork by Russian pin-up artist and/or illustrator, Sveta Shubina, c. 2020.

Resolution at 1116×1445 & 1080x1347.

Sources: www.reddit.com/r/Spacegirls/comments/16gir14 & X.

[sometimesanequine]

i'm BEGGING you if you don't like posting daily horse art anymore PLEASE STOP AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF i'm a big fan of yours but i want to see you well even if that means you won't post daily horse art anymore

i like posting horse art though even if i dont really care for drawing it anymore 🤷 my brain likes to lie to me and say. oh but ferry? shouldnt you stop? but then i think about it real hard. and i really enjoy people's nice tags and comments. so i will continue

[kolechiart]

* it's easy to outsource security work to robot. what is a robot if it can't protect? and as such ezzy should be more mechanical as a treat. with how seriously they take their role as a protector them being a sentient camera isn't out of the question, always patrolling the hallways in a compulsive, militant march. they don't know much else. the iron curtain may lay shattered yet it still hangs heavy around their neck.

their vision makes them stuck to the night shift, rendered blind by bright lights. maybe that's what kept their presence hidden for so long, their figure always tangled in the darkness of the schools many abandoned corners. it's impressive really. standing at eight feet they aren't someone to miss but at a place like strange hill you learn to ignore shadows that talk back, especially ones that carry your voice.

it's how they earned their name, assigned ezzy from the few that know of them, lifted from the electrical buzzing that hangs off their jaw. their actual name, belwist howler, is only left as a footnote in history that has long since been forgotten. and that's how they prefer it stay.

[dylansilverdreamer]

Beware the Ides of March

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags: Ashes to Ashes ending, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gore, Body Horror(ish), Codependent Tendencies, AdBell, fem!Bell

Inspired by this post!

A/N: My first fic on tumblr!! aaaaaaa!!!! Of course, I had to write something for my blorbos. I haven't sat down to write anything in years, and uploaded any of said writing in even more years so I may be a little rusty. Don't hesitate to leave a comment if you notice something wonky, please enjoy!!

@fastleopard1521

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“The cat becomes the mouse.”  The man commented with the slightest hint of a smile behind both his Russian accent and gas mask. He nodded toward the door, signaling for Bell to take the lead. She pushed open the red door to find the sun beaming through a grimy old window, perfectly framing her target. 

Adler.

Bell felt her blood boil as soon as she lay eyes on him. A disgusting, pitiful, awful man. Her rage licked up her spinal cord, hands tightening over the assault rifle in her arms. 

The man lay in his own ichor, smudged all over the tile and his clothes, hands drenched in the stuff from pitiful attempts to stop the bleeding. She ought to put him out of his misery right here. Pump his guts full of lead and watch as rigor mortis made him twitch. She ought to bash his skull in with the butt of her gun. Smash those stupid aviators and leave scars in his eyes to match hers. 

The American wheezed out a raspy chuckle, letting his head loll to look at Bell. “Glad to see you still care... Mind giving me a light?” Adler gestured with his chin to the lighter that lay just out of his reach. 

Bell stopped a moment, standing in the middle of the room. She smirked underneath her mask. Sure. Why not. Humor the dying man. She stepped closer, kneeling to give Adler his last wish. The thought of whether or not he deserved such an escape from his bad decisions crossed her mind only to be interrupted by a metallic shing! and a defiant grunt. 

The blade of the dagger glinted in the sun as she easily caught his wrist. Adler struggled. Audibly. It made a twinge of joy twist Bell’s gut. Adler, the man who she’d though untouchable, who shined in her “memories” as a savior. A man who her entire life had seemed to revolve around. What an egotistical piece of shit. Bell pushed back against him, slowly but surely forcing her captor back down to the blood smeared floor. She marveled at just how easy it was, now that all the strength was leaving his body. Did it feel like his limbs were filling with lead? Was his head starting to get fuzzy? Could he still feel the tips of his fingers? A small part of Bell died at the fact she would never know. 

There was a wild sort of spark in her eyes, ones that were usually so far away. Somehow, in this moment, they were both. As she slowly won the battle of strength against Adler, forcing him further and further into submission, she wondered if he felt like the prey he’d become. The sounds of his struggle only served to fuel that wild excitement in her stomach, watching the horror slowly slide into his expression. Bell stretched her neck out just a little, to peer beyond his sunglasses to see if there was that glint of fear in his eyes. Even just a flicker and she’d be satisfied for the rest of her days. 

Bell shifted herself on her knees, over Adler’s body. She could feel the pressure of the sharpened tip up against his shirt, his skin, his lungs. It was thrilling, to finally have some kind of power over him. Her breaths came in gasping lungfuls, that untamed, wild look in her eyes grew like an uncontrolled fire, pupils dilating from adrenaline and the pure euphoria of the moment. All it would take was the slightest bit of pressure. Just a push and it would all be over. 

She felt Adler’s hand clap over her shoulder, a last plea for mercy. Her mind flashed to all the times he had done the same in the past. In the safehouse, in Berlin, Vietnam. Usually only when he needed her attention, but occasionally, it would be accompanied by praise. Crumbs of affection to keep her obediently kneeling at his side, waiting for him to spare another. Like a fucking dog. His blood smeared down the shoulder pad beneath her coat as he used the fumes of adrenaline to tighten his grip and push her away from him, and it was all for naught. In the next instant, she lodged the blade into his chest. Making sure to hit deep. 

The way he gargled and choked on his own blood made Bell’s stomach clench, nausea and adrenaline tearing through her like flames. Watching his face go slack made her blood run cold, hearing his arm hit the ground with a heavy, dull thunk made her head spin. Blood roared in her ears like thunder, she couldn’t focus. Oh, god, she killed him. 

Bell was reeling, panting for air through the sturdy cloth of her balaclava. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe, the world around her was fuzzy and crumbling away until it was just her and the body. 

Adler, no, no, no, no- 

Carefully, Bell reached up to set a hand on the side of the American’s face, barely missing the way his blood began pooling on the tile. What had she done? Tears bubbled up in her eyes and she couldn’t stop them from falling. Adler couldn’t be dead, he just couldn’t! The knife she had put in his gut had to have been fake, it had to! Sure, he deserved it after everything he’d done, but… 

He deserved this. Oh, the wrongs he had made. With her, with Perseus, with the world. Bell drew her hand back from his face and let it hang at her side. Today the west would fall, and his body would mark the start. Today the world had been rid of a cancer, of a thorn in its heel. No one would have to go through what she had ever again, she’d personally make sure of it. Her palms suddenly itched for the handle of his knife. Maybe she would keep it as a souvenir, or a good luck charm. Bury it somewhere deep in her closet, never to find but to know it’s there. Yeah, that sounded good. 

Bell used both hands to slip the blade from the new gash in Adler’s body, carefully, like something about this was ceremonial. She held it at her own chest level for a moment, letting silent tears spill. Russell Adler was gone. For real. His heart would never beat again. His lungs would never fill with the acidic tang of cigarette smoke again. His hands would never rest on the back of Bell’s neck again. His lips would never mutter another “We’ve got a job to do…” 

The phrase so easily crossed Bell’s mind. Too easily. Somewhere, faintly, she heard her namesake. Ringing in the back of her head, the resonance rising to a crescendo until her brain was full of buzzing. It made her angry. Her face had hardened, and brow furrowed as she raised her arms higher. The arrogance. We’ve got a job to do, as if there was ever a “we” in the first place. She’d been kidnapped, experimented on, brainwashed, lied to at every turn, and somehow those missions were her responsibility. She’d show him responsibility. Are you watching, Adler? From your throne in hell? I’ll fucking show you responsibility! 

With a sob, more akin to a grieving howl, Bell plunged the dagger downwards, straight back into Adler’s lifeless corpse. What little blood was left in his body spattered upwards and onto her clothing and mask. There was a strange sort of satisfaction that came with the hollow beating her fists made against his ribs, the ease in which the metal slid into him. It fulfilled a sickening corner of her mind; one she wasn’t even sure was hers. She only knew she wanted to do it again. And again. And again. And again. 

Bell couldn’t stop crying, heaving sobs and angry growls took turns escaping from her chest. Adler was gone. He was gone and it was all her fault. It was over. 

Again and again, she drove the knife deep into his ribs, chipping away at bone and hacking off hunks of flesh. This one was for pushing her to the border of death strapped to a chair in that lab, that one was for dragging her out to the Lubyanka building, those two were for sticking a needle into her eye. Bell couldn’t tell if the sound of screaming was coming from her or somewhere outside. All she could focus on was the feeling of Adler’s corpse coming apart under her hands. Stab after stab after stab, it was all the girl could bring herself to do. Adler was dead and it was all Bell’s fault. She raised her arms for another blow and wailed, coming down without the same force that she had before. The dagger slipped from her hands and clattered to the floor, joining the blood of its previous owner. 

Bell didn’t sit back up this time, leaning forward over the mushy cavity she had carved from him, bloodied hands splayed out on his shoulders and putting her forehead just between his collarbones. Adler was gone. There was a gaping hole in her chest now, like she was the one being gutted rather than him. Even after everything he did, he was still a part of her. In his own, artificial way. He’d poured himself into her memories, cemented himself as a staple in her life. Without a hand to hold its leash, what was a dog to do? Even just a few hours ago, when he had interrogated her after injecting her brain with whatever was in those orange vials, the way he had held her head so still. As if he were cradling it gently. Bell already craved that warmth again. Her soul screamed for the steadying hands on the sides of her head, and Adler’s voice telling her to think, Bell, try to remember. 

She couldn’t do it anymore, her head was full of static and memories she wasn’t sure were hers. A jungle, a helicopter crash, a jeep on an airstrip, a door, a red door, a red door. Bell’s head was on backwards and it hurt to open her eyes. She wanted to drown herself in the lingering scent of his expensive cigarettes and let him sink his disgusting, calloused fingers back into her brain and make sense of things. Her collar had been taken off and she’d been shooed out the back door to be a stray. His name slipped from her lips between breathless sobs, Adler, Adler, no, Adler, please- 

 Once she was sure his heart had stopped beating, again, Bell sat up to stare down at the carnage, the mess she had made. Her emotions had warred with each other so much that she no longer felt anything. Today had been exhausting and all she wanted was to curl up in her cot. Hell, maybe even a real bed. 

As she stared down at the remnants of her mentor, splayed out on the floor and soaked in blood, a hand slid onto her shoulder. Warm and strong, ungloved. It squeezed just enough to ease some of the tension in her bowstring tight muscle. Bell couldn’t help but lean into it, just slightly. A new sort of silence blanketed the room, one that accompanied change. The kind that made rocks form in your gut at the prospect of just how different everything would be after you took your next breath. Bell hardly felt it through the thick clothing and just how far she’d disappeared into her head, but there was a thumb gently rubbing back and forth against her shoulder blade. Though her comrades voice was muffled by the gas mask, his words couldn’t have cut clearer. 

“That street dog should have been put down long ago.” 

[voidshrub]

Can you draw stuff of Cold War? (Soldierheavy) 👉👈 it never gets any attention and that bums me out

I didn’t even consider soldierheavy as a ship, ohg… I hope these suffice for ya ^.^

Don’t mind me experimenting on how to draw mr the heavy weapons guy… he’s hard to figure out…

[toastthewolfie]

so i think i found the female bell’s canonical name?

i was watching some cutscenes and found this. Oddly enough the male counterpart’s name is blocked out right from the start (i havent checked the nb variant yet but i assume its the same). The fem bell’s name appears to not be crossed out fully immediately :3

I imagine the male name would be alex or alexander though