COD:MW stories

@noid-dot-png for my art • @coddingaway for fiction

"Not mine, apparently..."

Rain rolled down the tall windows of Imran Zakhaev's office. You stood opposite of his desk, still wearing your coat from your journey home. You'd barely been home for half an hour before your father, Imran, summoned you. Viktor was already there, and that alone told you this was not a routine check-in.

"Wrong Zakhaev"

Imran had only come to the east wing because his own kitchen had failed him—more specifically, it had failed him in the one way that mattered most in the morning: there was no coffee. He knew Viktor kept the exact same blend, therefore without ceremony, Imran let himself into his son's private wing and headed straight for the kitchen.

Poll time before I do something stupid.

So I have a fic (The Kingmaker that's not posted here yet, you can find a short description if you click onto the title).

I already said somewhere in my posts that I intend to write it as a non-cod book later in my native language, not just a shorter cod-infused version that I want to share here. This is still the case.

The only thing I am currently thinking over is the fact I intended to write it here as an "x Reader", but the FMC have a pretty described past, way of thinking and personality, so I don't know how many would actually feel like it is their "Reader" in the story at all—

So I was thinking to maybe go with her name here too, like I will in my native, full version. But if you guys want it more as "Reader" than with a name I can stay at that version here.

Hi Anon! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Thank you, glad you liked it! It's good to know others enjoy angst as much as I do ಡ◡⁠ಡ

Ofc, that's a good idea! And more opportunity to write Yuri angst ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ I have a vague idea how that would play out to stay canon compliant, so I'll write it soon! ❤️

And no worries, I wasn't assuming you are, I asked anonymously before bc I felt the same, so I totally understand ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ My blog isn't fully MDNI anyway, minors are only prohibited to interact with my NSFW stuff. There's writings I have that doesn't contain explicit content, if minors want to read smth from me they can read those —I have warnings under the titles, so they can see immediately if they aren't comfortable ornold enough for the content—.

Without you - Soulmate AU

Viktor had always known that he had a soulmate. His father explained the system to him relatively early, when his soulmate hadn't even been born yet. His father said he would likely never meet his soulmate in this life. It could be anybody—female or male, younger or older, from someone living in the neighbouring town to someone on the other side of the globe.

The fact he had a soulmate was one of those facts of life that people learned to live with. Some people met theirs when they were young, some never did. Some spent their entire lives crossing paths without even realising it, and some never did despite trying so hard.

The bond was not necessarily romantic nor did it guarantee happiness—it simply connected two people in ways that could not be entirely explained.

Just why. It's been stuck for 2 days and literally nothing helps to get rid of it, bc there is no new notifications anywhere 💀

Tumblr: „You have 2 notifications 😌”

Te: „Cool. Where?”

Tumblr: „Yes.”

Te: „BUT WHERE?”

Tumblr: „You have 2 notifications 😌”

Finished this. I got a little carried away with the blur, but it is what it is ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ I should sleep now, it's getting pretty late here.

Little illustration for my Dust to Dust fanfic, where Makarov lives ♡

Dust to Dust - MW3 AU - part 4.

For the next 24 hours, Makarov was exhausted. Putting his hip back into place was a shock to his system in itself, especially without any proper medication or licensed medical personnel. What the two of you had done was anything but professional, and it had taken its toll on him. Physically, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck, and he'd never felt so mentally exhausted.

You noticed the change in his demeanor two hours later. You suggested that you look around the hotel again and search for anything useful while he rests, and he agreed surprisingly easily.

Hi Anon! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

OMG thank you, I'm glad you enjoy it! 🥹 It started as a little oneshot idea, but I saw potential in it so I decided to make it a multi-chapter fic. I'm writing the 4th part already, hopefully I'll be able to post it soon.

I'm glad you feel the characters accurate!!

Hi!!

I have NSFW content (fanfiction only) but I always put a warning into those posts, usually a red 18+ MDNI sign into the title, and I hide most of my texts under a 'Read more' break too!

I have regular content too that doesn't need age restrictions imo, like regular headcanons and SFW fanfiction, later drawings too, since I started to draw again. I try my best to put warnings under the titles, so if someone is sensitive to that type of content they can see before reading even one sentence (like heavy angst, injuries, major character death, etc).

I dunno, should I put MDNI into my introduction? Or is my warnings on the contents that's NSFW enough? I'm a little lost in this area yet, help is appreciated! 🥹

My boy is sleeping once 1,5 hours a day now and I can finally draaaaw 😭😭 a new personal victory 🏆

Wanted to make something for my Dust to Dust fic. Makarov & my "Reader". I realized now that I'm not completely zoomed in that one arm is cursed, f— 💀

Home

In his whole life, there were only three men whose loyalty Vladimir never questioned: Imran Zakhaev's loyalty to the cause; his own loyalty to Zakhaev, and Yuri's loyalty to himself.

Imran Zakhaev died believing in a future he would never see. He died, leaving his cause to Vladimir at the end, and his loyalty to it became even stronger than before.

He could've said he would die for it— but truth be told, he would live for it. He decided he would fight with every breath in his lungs, with every ounce of strength left in him. He would cling to the faintest thread of life if it meant he could survive another day, draw another breath and keep fighting.

And Yuri... Yuri betrayed his trust. That was one of the most painful realizations Vladimir had ever been forced to face. He rarely granted his trust to anyone, it was a luxury in the life he lived— yet Yuri somehow managed to slip past almost every barrier Vladimir had built around himself over the years. They had been through so much, witnessed so many horrors, made so many decisions and Vladimir slowly —painfully, devastatingly slowly—, started to trust him in a way he had never allowed himself to trust anyone else in his life.

I'm not sure I will ever finish this, so I'll just post it now, and later again if I get the willpower to finish rendering the clothes.

Viktor Zakhaev x Anna, my COD oc.

It's so good to draw again btw 🥹 I rarely had time to draw since we were in the final months before bbyboy was born and I barely had time to draw since. Now that he has longer naps I have a little more time to draw again, if I choose it over sleeping 🤣

I needed to draw him I'm sorry 😭 @sorakaguyaaaaa I saw you write for the Reboot characters, but weasel fits the OG Makarov so well too, I hope you don't mind.

I couldn't get the image out of my head— small, slender, fast, vicious, and deceptively cute in a tactical harness.

Aaaand yes, I frickin swapped the eyes, fuuuuu— 😭