#Cod kitsune

[perry-the-platypus-f1cs]

DADLER AND GRAVESON FANFIC:

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PT1 Chapter 1

PT2 the past haunts you

PT3 Forgive, don't forget.

PT4 Father and family

PT5 New home, new enemies

PT6 Breakfast and Battle plans.

PT7 Explosions and angst

PT8 Smoke and Jenga

PT9 The start of a bad joke

PT10 Ride of your life

PT11 35 years later. (finale)

[kitthefoxkin]

maybe a kitsune (( call of duty character ,yes there's one with that name ) with themes of hacking, japan (( like any pictures of Japan )and some pictures of Russia?

kitsune (call of duty) moodboard with themes of hacking, Japan, and Russia!

[whisperingexecutioner]

<3

Here some work sketchs of Naga and Kitsune thanks to a friend on tumblr (@breadtheend )

#codnaga #callofdutycoldwar #codkitsune

[gomzdrawfr]

sum from my oc folder

[guigz1-coldwar]

The Women of the Cold War

Happy International Women's Day!

4K: https://deviantart.com/guigz1/art/The-Women-of-the-Cold-War-1029395378…

[loafaethernaut]

I went into this expecting to get mostly men so honestly I’m pretty happy with how this turned out

Screenshot and reblog with who you got: BOPS/CW Edition

@efingart suggested this on our convo and we decided to do a Black Ops/Cold War one! Got the idea from @/majinbangus [mw one post] and @/shyeehaw

This is who i got:

OMG WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT, i swear this is true guys. 🤯 (its not)

[rhaenyra]

KITSUNE + Character Select Screen

[pigeonrocks]

[welldonekhushi]

Y’know, Khushi, I bet Vasili is popular with the ladies within the Perseus/Warsaw Pact faction.

- Freya “Wraith” Helvig

- Kaori “Kitsune” Tanaka

- Yirina Portnova (she actually graduated in Applied Mathematics and two years later, she was awarded a PhD in Cryptography, so-)

Besides, what are his relationships with the rest of the gang within Perseus? 👀

Okay, first of all.. if Vasili/Bell was a Black Ops Operator, he'd definitely be a part of the Warsaw Pact faction. But to be clear, he's pretty cautious yet selective when it comes to forming relationships with the team, since his only aim is to work with those who do align with his mindset and ideology respectively.

Now that you've mentioned him being popular among the ladies.. I did some research on these three characters, and I can say Yirina and Kaori, both of them have Vasili's full attention. At times, Sokolov has to deal with their constant flirting and pick-up lines, but is able to bear them as long as they don't be a nuisance. Vasili and Yirina, both have worked for the KGB and are absolutely loyal to their service, and I believe they two might grow closure because of their similar field. On the other hand, Vasili gets to know about Kaori's status in the yakuza, something which he diligently listens to when she talks about her younger days.

Now, about Wraith. Why do I think they could be best as rivals? Not like enemies, but constantly trying to prove who's the better one among the two. Through strength and intelligence, one is always trying to be ahead of one. But, they do have each other's backs when they're in trouble, or the team requires them. Otherwise, their relationship with each other is.. not very exactly clear.

Hope that answers your question, Sheena! Thanks for asking! ♡

[hoperiley]

Juna "Kitsune" Cooper-Keller

[perry-the-platypus-f1cs]

Mr Bell, come out and play. PT9

Chapter 9: Start of a bad joke.

Summary:

Bell had a little surprise for a certain bored teen on a long Tuesday.

(Jackie is a nickname for jackal)

Days turned to weeks faster than Phillip could recognise, and now one of the world's deadliest diseases had started to settle in. 

Boardom.

Phillip was bored; he had won so many times against all the others in Jenga and every other game under the sun.

After being introduced to the rest of the team, Phillip had challenged them all to several gaming matches, which left all the others defeated and him victorious and rich with all the sweets found in the safe house.

But the days had passed, and he found himself lying on the decrepit couch kept together with Stone’s shitty needlework, the fabric fraying at the edges, and Phillip was pretty sure he would be able to do a better job at keeping the crappy couch together than the Brit. 

Phillip’s peace and quiet is disrupted softly at the sound of footsteps approaching; a humanoid shadow looms over him.

Phillip felt his heart sink as he slowly turned his head towards the source of the dark shadow.

He sighs in relief when he sees that it's Bell, letting his body relax against the small pillows he had stacked on the couch to cushion the feel of springs digging into him.

Hey, Bell. thought you were Jackie for a second.” He admits smiling slightly that he and Bell haven't talked a lot since Bell disappeared after breakfast a few days ago.

Phillip, like the man, had a bit of a foggy memory, but he remembered that the other had watched over him after they had first met when he was four-ish.

Phillips was not so sure what age he was when he met Bell, but it didn't matter; it was still fun playing Paper Scissors Rock with Bell when the man was in the high branches of the large oak tree he has in his backyard. 

Bell was like an eagle; he was just always around, but after a while, Phillip wasn't able to find Bell in the tall branches of the oak tree or in the alleyways near his school.

Phillip admits that it was a bit weird that the other had just disappeared, but he lived with it for years, and then Bell re-entered his life unexpectedly the same day that his dad was dragged off.

His dad… Phillip felt guilt and a sliver of fear flicker in his heart at the thought of his father; Phillip missed him so much, and no one talked about him. 

Phillip saw the way how everyone’s faces twisted weirdly when he mentioned his father or asked about him; his questions were shot down as quickly as he asked them.

It was starting to piss Phillip off; they always say the same thing: “You’ll see him again, kid.” 

Would he? When, how. He was a kid, sure…a teen, really; he wasn't dumb. He knew the others didn't like his dad, but they wouldn’t tell him why!

Bell stared at him before speaking, his voice calm. “Hi, kiddo, getting bored yet?” Bell asks, smiling softly; he had stopped wearing his mask around Phillip and the others after a few weeks.

 It was comforting that his scared face did not deter the teen, the scared hole tearing across his face from Adler's bullet muttered most people.

The taut skin around the wound had become extremely dry in the past few days, and wearing the balaclava wasn't helping with keeping the skin closed and not reopening the wound. 

Phillip huffs, turning away now, looking at the scrunched-up papers in front of him; he had been trying to sketch a portrait of his father, but every time he tried, it was...wrong.

The proportions were off, or he wasn't able to get the shading right over and over; no matter what he did, it was always off. Even when he got everything right, it seemed off.

“Yeah….” Phillip sighs, rubbing his eyes and leaning back against the couch, huffing a large sigh before his eyes squint at Bell. “Why are you asking?” Phillip raises his eyebrow at Bell's bemused look before his eyes widen when Bell pulls out a stack of amusement park tickets from his pocket. 

“Stone saw how bored you were getting, so he snuck out and bought these,” Bell explains, placing the stack on the table with a soft thud.

“There's one for each of us, so you better get dressed properly unless you want to go to the amusement park in your pyjamas. Don't worry, I won't judge.”

Phillip bounces up from the couch, papers flying and the blanket falling off his lap as he breaks into a run up the stairs. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes!” Phillip calls out over his shoulder, and he gallops up the stairs. 

Bell smiles as he watches the teen race to his room to get ready; chuckling softly, Bell shakes his head, amused.

A few minutes later, Phillip came bounding back down the stairs, freshly dressed in a deep red Metallica t-shirt and a pair of ripped denim jeans, panting heavily with a wide smile plastered on his face. 

Bell just raises an eyebrow, picking up the tickets from where he placed them on the table, securing his cream-brown trench coat around him tighter, slipping the tickets into his pocket.

“Come on, kid, the cars are outside; everyone's already ready to go,” Bell explains, watching in amusement as Phillip follows behind him. 

Footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor as the teen half walked, half ran behind Bell.

Bell opened the front door, and Phillip sped out of the threshold, racing through the alleyway to the street, practically bouncing up to the large black van used for the group's transport, but it also had a few hidden secrets in its boot and interior, but Phillip didn't know that, obviously. 

The sliding door of the van was opened by Jackal, and the teen quickly jumped in, finding a seat and strapping his seatbelt on with lightning-fast speed.

Bell exited the house, softly placing a rough paper mask on the lower half of his face.

Bell would never say it out loud, but he was very conscious of the torn skin stretched across his face, the scar tissue peeking over the mask's edge, making him shiver, but the small face covering, no matter how flimsy, made him feel the slightest bit more secure. 

It only took a few minutes to get to the parking lot of the amusement park…Despite Naga’s road rage and wraith tribal sense of direction, they somehow managed to reach the amusement park gates to begin their magical journey. 

A missing teen and 6 terrorists enter an amusement park; it almost sounded like the start of a bad joke. That is if they could get into the damn amusement park.

The others had already entered the amusement park but were waiting at the entrance for Bell and Phillip. 

They had been stopped at the gate and taken to the side. Bell could feel onlookers eyes burning into his back at the unexpected scene. It made his skin prickle and blood boil; why couldn’t one thing go right?.

The park staff that had stopped him and Phillip had scanned their tickets but had asked them to stand over to the side.

Two security guards stood in front of him; Phillip stood to the right side of Bell, his hands secured in his jean pockets. 

“What's your name, kid?” A guard with light brown hair asked, looking at Phillip. 

Bells's heart stuttered; fuck, they hadn't given Phillip an alibi. Phillip no doubt had a missing persons case right about now due to absence from school or some other shit;

Adler was still in the CIA’s custody, so he was out of the equation. Bell mind-swam with possibilities; he had to act fast, and so he did the best thing he could: he lied.

“His name is Philip Graves; I am his uncle, and we have been standing here for five fucking minutes for no apparent reason!” Bell spoke as exasperatedly as he could, his tone dripping with deliberate annoyance, trying to act like an impatient customer and not someone who had committed war crimes.

Phillip side-eyed him, eyes squinting, before he huffed the guard was still side-eyeing Bell with suspicion before nodding simply, “Alright, enjoy your day, sir.” The guard said, stepping back.

“Thank you,” Bell replied, placing a hand on Phillips' back and guiding the teen past the security border and into the park towards the other waiting Perseus agents, who for once in all the time that Philip has known them, looked normal. 

“Fill up Graves. Phillip Graves. I like it.” Phillip smirks cheekily, looking up at Bell with a shit-eating grin.

‘Little shit,’ Bell thought to himself, offering a small huff of amusement before ruffling Phillip's hair beyond repair, smiling at Phillip's indignant squawk.

Notes:

Sorry for the short chapter! just came back from my holiday and them was bombarded with school so updates might be slow but this shall continue! hope you all enjoy and have a great day/night!

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[hermitcraftheadcanons]

There is a lot of shapeshifting happening on Hermitcraft, of all imaginable kinds.

Grian and Pearl are what most people would consider "true" shapeshifters, having no one shape they'd consider their "true shape". They do both have favoured shapes, a parrot harpy or a cod person in Grian's, and a moth person or a falcon harpy in Pearl's case.

Scar and Cub are vexes, who use illusion magic to make themselves appear different to their true forms, similar with Joel, who is a different kind of fae but uses the same magic.

Ren is a werewolf, cycling through looking more or less wolf-like with the phases of the moon.

Etho is a kitsune, being able to switch between fox shape, human shape or hybrid shape.

BDubs can turn into a small shrubbery at will.

Impulse and Skizz are both able to hide their demonic/angelic features to appear less threatening.

Cleo can add all kinds of extra limbs like wings or tails or whatever they want to her body and use them as a living person born with them would.

Joe is a ghost and always needs to be possesing some kind of vessel like a corpse/doll/dummy/mannequin/etc. to be able to interact with the world. He sometimes likes to change up the look of these vessels.

Doc likes to play around with different cybernetic attachments to his body, and sometimes even changes his dna.

Jevin can use different skeletons to mold his body into different shapes.

XB is a guardian hybrid, whose hybrid features only appear when he goes into the water.

Nobody knows exactly how Mumbo's shifting powers work, not even Mumbo himself. He is scared of experimenting after season eight.

Gem can attune to different environments to take a shape best suited to them. This takes time, and usually she will keep one shape for a whole season.

Anyone feel free to add onto this for any hermits I haven't mentioned.

Zedaph technically isn't a shapeshifter on his own, but he does enough experiments with hybridification that he might as well be.

Tango can change colour. That's it.

-Mod Mleem

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[brokenpieces-72]

So as mentioned before I recently got an iPad, and I’ve been working with procreate on it a lot and hoping to get some art commissions. I also decided to do some quick character design work as well, based on the reader characters.

Top left is Macho, middle top is Kit, top right is Leo, bottom left is Tejon and bottom right is Faks.

Please note that reader characters are still self insert, but if you wanted an idea of what I think they look like, here is a reference for you.

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[ryuzakemo128]

Cod Prompt List

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

This is a list of prompts for requests, if you have any, here are some prompts you are more than welcome to request.

Characters I will write for:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Johnathon Price

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

König

Other (Message me if there is a specific one you want that isn't on this list.)

Genres to pick from:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Dark Content

Unlisted option, aka if you have a specific one. Let me know.

Female Reader insert Versions to pick from

Career:

MMA fighter

Kick boxer

Gymnast

Artist

Onlyfans Creator

Porn Star

Black Ops Spy

Spec Ops Operator

Close Combat Specialist

Baker

Seamstress

Photographer

Professor

Physicist

other, aka your choice.

Hybrid Animals

Wolf

Coyote

Mountain Lion

Wolverine

Siberian Tiger

Siberian Lynx

Snowy White Owl

Black Cat

Fennec Fox

Pygmy Owl

Crow

Raven

Rook

Folklore Based:

Nogitsune

Oni

Inari - Light Kitsune, basically the opposite of the Nogitsune.

Fire Giant or Frost Giant aka Jötnar.

Siren

Harpy

Fae

Dark Fae

Demigod

Mermaid

Wyvern

Werewolf

Vampire

Succubus

Other aka unlisted

Nationality Based: (Listed by country)

France

Norway

England

Australia

America

Russia

Italy

Germany

Iceland

Austria

Greece

Other/ unlisted

Based on Code Name:

Boomer

Grim Reaper

The Iron Maiden

Gorgon

Rook

Crow

Pearl

Opal

Sapphire

Emerald

Ruby

Diamond

Whiskers

Jade

Onyx

Sentence Prompts

Like the sun's eclipse, nothing seemed to be terribly impossible or out of reach.

A rose of endless thorns amongst those who cannot hope to keep up with you.

Everything has a cure, except for death.

A lie to justify yourself into thinking you were doing the right thing.

You should have known better than to ask a question you weren't ready to hear the answer to.

What else were you supposed to do? Let him kill you?

You can't lie. You're too selfless to lie.

There is a sickness inside his soul. Just like there was a sickness inside yours.

Why would you care about his size? Sex is just that sex, kinks are just kinks, and trying to complicate the matter won't help anyone.

You don't care about the repercussions. You saved his life because you wanted to.

Don't bother. He won't notice you either way.

There is his truth, your truth and the all encompassing truth.

There is no such thing as failure.

Death and life come to us hand in hand.

No one wants a goth girl with all these blondes around.

To be a goth amongst the pastel colours.

If it bleeds. You can kill it.

Dialogue Prompts

"Push me, and you will find out the extent of my audacity."

"I would sooner die than be stuck with someone who will only 'tolerate' my existence. Move aside, or I will be forced to what I must to move you."

"You can't hope to do the things I need to do. Save your breath and go back to what you do best."

"Do not question my mental state, and I won't question yours. I will push past this with or without your approval."

"I have no intention of staying around people who don't want me."

"No means no. Not maybe, and it certainly doesn't give you permission to blackmail me with it either."

"I hope karma finds a way to fuck you over like you did to so many other women in your life."

"See? This is why I'm filing for divorce."

"You are never in the mood. Ever. It's like you would rather be a deadbeat father and a cheating whore."

"Men can and will always be called whores. Whore behaviour knows no gender."

"I bought a 30kg cheese wheel. I'm keeping it to myself. Everyone else can fuck off."

"Great job genius, you fucked it up."

"I have no intention of telling any of you anything."

"You and I are nothing alike."

Song Lyric Prompts

“Waiting for me to free him by coming home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“Opening me within a gesture” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“You were the voice calling me back home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“I'm your nightmare while you're fast asleep” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“You won’t see it coming” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“My heart is painted black, I’m never going back.” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I know that you like my style, I look like this on purpose” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I'm carrying my heart but it's made of stone. I'm carrying my heart but my heart is made of stone.” – ‘Made of Stone’ by Matt Corby

“Run from me darlin’. Run my good wife. Run from me darlin’. You better run for your life. Run from me baby. Run my good wife.” – ‘Run from Me’ by Timber Timbre

“Its killing time” – ‘Let me live/ Let me die’ by Des Rocs

“Oh my, give me the night. Just give me the night and I’ll give you the truth” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“Are you so damn unforgettable, so damn impossible to leave?” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice. When I'm not around. You're so fuckin' special. I wish I was special.” – ‘Creep’ by Radiohead

“Your beauty never scared me.” – ‘Mary on a cross’ by Ghost

“I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid” – Motion sickness

“I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror” – Anti-Hero