#fandom so small there's no tag for fanart

[melioristicbeast]

“Sorry,” Stiles said, unsure of why he was apologizing. “I’ve never heard that song before. Did you write it?”  Derek looked uncomfortable, maybe a touch embarrassed, which was answer enough. “It’s good. I like it. It’s calming.”  The small smile he got in response melted his heart a little bit. Fucking hell, he was so gone for this asshole. Stiles didn’t know what he was going to do. He wished he’d never realized how much he loved him. Wished he’d just continued to think they were best friends and nothing more. It was slowly going to kill him being so close, and yet so fucking far. Clearing his throat, he brought the book back up to continue reading, muttering that Derek should keep playing. He did, his fingers plucking gently at the strings, filling the loft with soft music. It really was calming, and soothing. Stiles really liked it. He liked it even more when he realized Derek could honestly express himself with the guitar. It still wasn’t a voice, but it was something, at least. 

Actions Speak Louder than Words (ch18) by @isthatbloodonhisshirt

This fic is what spurred me to start doing sterek fanart back in the beginning of december - magic!stiles, cursed!derek, stiles/jackson terrifying everyone else as friends - an incredible 430K story with a completely endearing slow-burn and slowly unfolding exploration of the characters and their relationship, made complete with the perfect bow of cursed-mute-Derek because 'Derek's eyebrows have a language of their own but only Stiles is fluent' is my favorite and this author does it SO well. And gives Derek a guitar. Derek plays a guitar!!

Ella, consider this my loveletter to your works - they all, this one in particular, buoyed me through a tough time in my life and brought me back to a love of drawing that I haven't had in years and a fandom that has been so generous in their support of my silly art. Thank you for sharing your works!

And a huge thank you to everyone's support so far - the sweet comments in replies, the unhinged all-caps tags, yes-and'ing my silly ideas and headcanons, i'm just over here kicking my feet and giggling and definitely not getting teary-eyed over it no siree no lacrimal action happening here

[lilbardrhi]

CoD RPer/Creator PSAs/Reminders (EDITED)

Roleplayers/Roleplay Blogs

It has been brought to my attention by a friend that some RP blogs (that I don't recognize the handles for, so I'm asuming they're fresh to the community) have been interacting with other fandom members posts, but not specifying if it's out of character or not.

As a roleplay blog, it is your responsibility to make sure creators are ok with you interacting, in-character, with their content. A lot of content creators have such posted somewhere on their blog whether or not they are ok with in-character interactions. It is your responsibility, as the interactor, to make sure you are specifying if you are interacting in-character or out based on the creator's contnent of which you are attempting to interact with.

Not everyone is ok with our (roleplayers') interactions in-character on their content. That is reansonable and should be respected. PLEASE check a creator's blog for their boundaries PRIOR to interacting with a roleplay blog handle. If you see no mention of rp blog in-character interaction (permission OR denial), please assume that is a NO/Do Not Interact.

I would like to note that no one is "in trouble", we just need to be aware - as a community - that some people in fandoms (not just CoD) don't even want the fan-made content, others just want art or fic, some want to roleplay or interact with the roleplay blogs, etc, but not all fandom members want every side of the fandom.

Creators/Creator Blogs

It is your responsibility to have your boundaries for interacting with your blog posted somewhere that is easily found on your blog. Yes, some would assume "no mention of consent to 'x' interaction listed" would mean "do not interact", but other people do not read a lack of boundary as such, unfortunately. I am hoping that this post, as the rp side of CoD Tumblr is still small, will reach as many roleplay blogs as possible.

I hope everyone is having a beautiful time zone! I will have my own boundaries/blog interactions up soon, but will say here that I am just fine with the roleplay blogs interacting with this blog ( @lilbardrhi ) in character. This statement will be included in my pinned post once I finish it and get it posted/pinned.

Roleplay blogs I have interacted with (in and out of character) or am following (not that y'all are doing this, I just want to make sure this is seen) tags to spread awareness: @ghost-askblog @askthemactav @shadow-5-05 @shadow-2-08 @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks @itsvargen @krueger-acc @brav0six @ask-private-141 @call-sign-songbird @konigisking @justradiospirit @ask-corporaltwins-141 @verytiredmedic @ask-theplaguedahlia @callsign-king @shadow5-7 @captain-after-dark @lieutenant-banks @lusttoke @callsign-trebletrouble @alejandro-ask @el-perro-rabiosa @callsign-kits @price-askblog @b1gm0n3yb1gg3rc4n3 @callsign-cups @ask-alejandro @keegan-askblog @generalshepherd-askblog @gaz-askblog @ask-alex-keller @valera-askblog @ask-roachsanderson @jeanzoriley-cod @ask-gaz @ask-soapmactavish @ask-phillip-graves @johnprice-asks @ask-philgraves @soap-askblog @konig-askbox <- Literally everyone I'm following. If I know you have different blogs for different characters, I only tagged one blog. If I don't know such information, I apologize for the multi-tag. Just trying to keep everyone on the same page. Notice that my tags for this post are not just "cod rp", but also "cod fanfic" and "cod fanart".

We need to work together to make sure boundaries are respected.

Adore you all! The Lil Bard, Rhi (previously backseatsoldier)

P.S. - If you are a minor running a roleplay blog, you have my express permission to reblog this post!!!

[infiniterealms]

Infinite Realms: A Danny Phantom Remix Event

Remixing time!

Hello everyone! I'm very excited to announce that the time for remixing is upon us!

The initial twelve fics will be posted over the next day or so, and I will add them to this pinned post as they're up.

What is a Remix?

Have you ever read an amazing fic and wanted to have a go at it yourself, but felt too shy or like you’d be doing something wrong? Have you ever seen the Two Cakes comic and wistfully remembered a oneshot someone wrote that you wish you could continue? Do you want to show an author you love their work to the point of your own creation, but you don’t know how to make fanart?

This is your opportunity to give something new a try!

When you remix a fanfiction, you write a piece based directly off the fic. There are many ways to do this, and the ones accepted in this event are as follows.

POV Flip - Retelling the same events from a different character's point of view.

Role Reversal - Swapping the roles of two key characters. An example would be remixing a fic where Valerie hunts Danny, by turning Valerie into the hunted and Danny into the hunter in your version.

Sequel/Prequel - The events leading up to or following the fic. This should overlap with either the first or last scene of the original.

Genre Change - Changing the fic to a different genre. An example could be changing a modern day canon setting to medieval fantasy or to a space opera.

For Want of a Nail - One small detail at the beginning of fic is changed, causing things to happen differently.

One Crucial Detail - Focus on what you think is the most important detail of the fic for a character’s point of view, and let everything else fall away.

Guidelines for Remixing

There are no sign ups or restrictions on who can participate. All skill levels are welcome!

For this event, we will be doing gen fics only. This is to create a space where everyone can enjoy the pieces regardless of shipping preferences. Potential future iterations of this event may include a shipping option.

Other types of remixes are okay if the author of the oneshot specifies that in their fic description.

Three things cannot be changed - who the characters are, the basic setting, and the basic plot.

Please keep your pieces rated T and under, and use all appropriate trigger warnings.

No direct plagiarism - you need to write things in your own words for the fic to be included in the collection. It’s okay to quote some dialogue or a key sentence or two, especially if you’re writing overlapping scenes, but your fic should mostly be your own words.

In the spirit of the event, crossovers should be avoided unless the author specifically states on their fic that they would be okay with them. In future years we may introduce a crossover category, but for now, avoiding crossovers makes your pieces more accessible to everyone in the fandom.

This event is designed for writers. However, if artists wish to participate, then they can also feel free to do so. Pictures will be reblogged to the @infiniterealms tumblr, and should follow the same posting requirements as written fics (listed later in this post).

There is no limit to how many pieces anyone writes.

There are no word count restrictions.

The event officially ends on the last day of February, but I hope you all enjoy learning more about remixing thanks to this event and maybe give it a try again in the future!

Posting Requirements

To have your remix featured on this blog and/or included in the ao3 collection, please...

...for tumblr posts

Mention the @infiniterealms blog

Use the hashtags Infinite Realms and Danny Phantom

@ the author of the original piece

Link the original piece at the start of your post

...for ao3 uploads

Tag your fic with Infinite Realms

Add your fic to the Infinite Realms Remix 2025 collection at this link

When uploading your fic, tick the checkbox that says "This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work" and fill in the relevant information

Initial Fics to Remix

Will be updated as they're posted! All 12 should be up by the end of February 1st, so watch this space.

On the Line by @lexiepiper

Bitter and Heavy Truths by @haleswallows

Touring Babel by @princessfanonanona

LOST! do not approach, may bite by @lavendarlily

down and down and down we go by @camels-pen

Time and Time and Time Again by @coyotecrackers

First Contact by @hannahmanderr

Foreworn by @jackdraw-spwrite

nervous by @five-rivers

oh, mental breakdown, we're really in it now 😔 by @oofouchstovehot

Please check the notes on the fics before you remix them, as some authors have also stated a few preferences. Thank you!

[gh0stified]

remebering how to do art one fanart at a time

[haisfan]

here isat doodle dump

[wistfulvulpine]

following the lost star

+ pre-case selfie!

[sugarlover1225]

METTATON MAGAZINE COVER!!!

OHmygGOSSHH im so proud of this i fear not even post drawing clarity will mαke me hate this goshhhh

Αlso here’s the other drawing that’s in the drawing because I love this one too!! (Αnd an extra mettaton drawing I’m proud of)

[endoferasandallthings]

[acidicgrimace]

back with more dogman art since yall loved the other post so much

I love this guy hes just like me fr

[crushedsweets]

Friend gave me her sketchbook

[ruaille-buaille]

A drawing I did a while back of Sun and Moon. The skrunkglies

[stargirl230]

let the light in

I finished 猎罪图鉴2 and I think at least 10% of shen yi's problems could be solved by not living in a concrete dungeon, so I’m using my art powers to home-ify his house (see tags for more rambling)

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[slasherflicks999]

nina!!!!!! :3

wanted to do a more cartoony kind of style than usual hehe

aaaaaaaaand a transparent version as well 😈😈😈

i love her!! also my recent posts have gotten so much love thank you guys so much for that holy shit :,o really ups my motivation with starting to post again i appreciate it a bunch :D

[bobabep]

hit 40 followers so here they are :3

split and bive arent finished obv,,,

[mythosandthemorbid]

🔪❤️‍🩹Depollute me, pretty baby❤️‍🩹🔪

Next Chapter ->

(Art by Gatobob)

CW: implied cannibalism, self harm, bondage (unsexy way), blood, general violence. Same warnings as the source material, boyfriend to death.

Type: Strade x reader, first person POV of the reader

Everything was dark.

Drip drip drip...

I was aware of the sound of a dripping facet... or perhaps a leaky roof? I shifted slightly, my leg brushing against the floor. It felt like concrete. I blinked a few times. It was still dark.

Drip drip drip...

There it was again. I decided I wanted to investigate, to try to get a sense of my surroundings. I tried to stand, but some sort of force tugged at my wrists, holding me back. I tried to move forward, but it was there again. Reluctantly, I leaned back. Whatever was behind me wasn't a wall, though it was tall and hard. Rectangular? It was some kind of pole. I lifted my fingers, trying to feel around my hands. I was met with rope. My hands were tied behind me, keeping me against this pole.

“Goddamnit...” I muttered, trying to clamp down on the fear already rising within me. I needed to stay calm. I focused on my breathing.

In and out.

Slowly.

Wherever I was, it smelled suffocating. The smell of cleaning products and... bleach? Filled the air. It was nauseating. It mixed with the smell of sawdust and must, but even beneath all that, there was something more.

I tried to move again, tried to focus on the sensations rather than the smell so I wouldn't throw up. Moving my legs was easy enough as they were unbound, there just wasn't much to do. I began tapping my foot against the floor, hoping the rhythmic sound would help calm me. Thats when I became aware that it wasn't concrete I was tapping against. It was a puddle of something. I dipped my shoe in it again, then brought my leg closer. It smelled coppery, like blood.

“Fuck,” I said, sounding choked already. My voice cracked a bit on top of already being hoarse from how dry my throat was. How long had it been since I’d last had water? How long had I been down here for? Would I ever get out?

My memory was a blur, the last thing I recalled was leaving the bar. Now I was trapped somewhere, unable to move, and there was blood. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes darting around as I frantically tried to make sense of my situation, to at least figure out where I might be. I couldn't make out anything in the darkness.

“Help...” I said, quieter than intended. Panic set in. “Help!” I said again, louder. “Somebody help me please! HELP!”

I called out again and again, my throat growing sore. It was no use.

Tears streamed down my cheeks- they had been for awhile. I was alone. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of my own sobs. What seemed like hours passed before I heard something else. A slight creak. The click of a doorknob.

“Hello?” I called, cringing at how broken my voice sounded. There was a pause, then I could've sworn I heard a quiet laugh. The sound of creaking stairs followed. Someone was here. I wasn't sure whether I should be relieved or afraid.

“Moin, moin! You’re awake earlier than I expected.” The voice sounded somewhat familiar- it was definitely masculine, there was a German accent too. “Sorry to keep you waiting. That was rather rude of me, no?” A light clicked on overhead, blinding. I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut. “Ah ah ah,” he tsked. I felt his rough, calloused hand grab my chin, tilting my head up. “It’s rude to pretend I don’t exist, you know.”

“Thats not...” I was going to protest, to say that wasn't my intent, but thought better of it. I didn't want to piss off my captor. I tensed but opened my eyes anyway. The light stung. Standing before me was a man who had to be in his thirties, someone I recognized. “Strade?” I asked, squinting at him slightly.

“Ah, so you do remember me!” The smile on his face grew. He let go of my chin and instead brushed my tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand. “You were quite talkative at the bar last night, where'd all the energy go, hm? I didn't take you for the shy type... then again, I also didn't think you'd be much of a crier.” He stood, cheerful as ever. “Though, I must say, the tears are a pleasant surprise!”

“What... What’s going on?” I asked quietly, afraid to even speak. My mind felt foggy, I was thinking slower than I’d previously realized. He seemed to plow right forward, as if he was four steps ahead, leaving me in the dust. I was still having trouble processing.

“Oh, I really did a number on you, huh?” he asked, patting my head. I winced, pain immediately shooting through me. My head was pounding. Why hadn't I noticed that before now? “I’ll fix you up, don't worry. Can’t have you too damaged before we get to the fun part!”

He turned away from me and started rummaging through some cabinets. I could hardly understand what he meant, so I took this as an opportunity to familiarize myself with my environment, now that I could see. I looked around, wincing slightly as the pain in my head persisted. We had to be in a basement, considering the stairs and concrete floors. There were toolboxes and construction materials everywhere. In front of me was a drain. I glanced at my legs and froze. The puddle was red. It was blood.

My stomach turned and I let out a soft groan, leaning against the pole again. I couldn’t do this, I felt like I'd throw up already. I didn’t even know whether that was my blood or someone else's. Had he admitted to hurting me? I couldn't remember. Why couldn't I think clearly? Everything was sore, everything hurt, and worst of all I couldn't even process any of it properly.

Strade perked up upon hearing the noise. He brought over some bandages and the like, crouching down in front of me once more. “Making cute sounds already?” He asked, chuckling to himself. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to respond. No words came out. “And cats got your tongue too, eh? Don’t worry, you can speak to me. Ich beiße nicht.”

“Mmn...” I mumbled as he brushed my hair out of my face. “What are you doing?” I asked, watching him pour something on a cloth.

“Cleaning you up,” he said simply, pressing it to my head. I winced as the cloth touched my skin, stinging like fire against my already throbbing head. The smell of whatever he was using was sharp and medicinal, overpowering the musty, bleach-filled air. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep still as he dabbed at the wound.

“There we go,” he muttered, almost to himself, placing a bandage over whatever wound I had. “We can’t have you bleeding all over the place before we even get started.”

“Started?” I croaked, the word barely escaping my lips. My heart was racing, and every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight, to run—but I couldn’t. The ropes dug into my wrists with every subtle movement, and my head spun too much to even think clearly. “What do you mean?”

Strade’s smile widened, as though the question was exactly what he’d been waiting for. “Oh, you’ll see,” he said, his voice sweet, almost caring. He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine, and for the first time, I noticed the gleam in his eyes. “But not yet. Like I said, I need to patch you up, make sure you’re all nice and healthy. Can’t have you passing out on me before the fun begins.”

I swallowed thickly, my throat dry as sandpaper. “Why… why me?”

Strade tilted his head slightly, as if the question surprised him. “Why not you?” He tapped the side of his head with a finger. “Fate’s funny like that. Sometimes you’re in the right place at the wrong time. Or was it the wrong place at the right time? Either way, you caught my eye. Now here we are.”

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to ignore the rising panic. There was no reasoning with him, no pleading that would change his mind. He was enjoying this—whatever this was. I was shaking a little, the dread sinking in deeper with every passing second.

Suddenly, he stood up, brushing off his hands as if he’d just finished a simple chore. “Alright! Now that you’re all cleaned up, I think it’s time we get started.” He clapped his hands together, his grin never faltering. “I’ve been planning this for a while, you know. So I hope you don’t mind if I take my time. After all, it’s not every day you get a special guest like yourself.”

“I thought you said- said you’d wait until I’m better,” I said with a nervous laugh, tugging at the ropes again. No use.

“Oh I will, but it can’t hurt to start with something small,” he said, rummaging through a tool drawer. He paused for a moment. “Well, it will hurt, actually. But that’s all apart of the fun!”

My breath caught in my throat as I watched him pull out a small, glinting object from the drawer. It looked like a scalpel, sharp and delicate. The kind of tool meant for precision. The kind of tool I was familiar with, though I wasn’t supposed to be.

I steeled myself, taking a deep breath. Right. Right. I could deal with this. If a scalpel is all he was going to use, I’d be fine. My heart still pounded in my chest, but I managed to keep myself steady, refusing to let my panic spill over into outright terror. Not yet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flicker of something on Strade’s face—a flash of surprise, maybe even disappointment. He was expecting more, wanting more from me.

His smile faltered slightly, though it never fully disappeared. He leaned in closer, the scalpel gleaming as he lifted it toward my face. I felt the cold, sharp edge graze against my cheek, just a whisper of pressure. My muscles tensed, but I didn’t flinch. I stayed still. Silent.

“Oh?” Strade’s voice was laced with amusement as he tapped the blade lightly against my skin. “Aren’t you a brave one.” He dragged the scalpel down, barely scratching the surface of my skin, watching me with that same eager look. “But I wonder… how long can you keep that up? Du kannst nicht ewig Löwe spielen.”

I swallowed hard, but still said nothing. The silence stretched between us as he continued to tease me with the blade, tapping it against my cheek, down my neck, each tap calculated, deliberate. He was waiting for me to break.

A tear slipped down my cheek, unbidden, and I felt the tension rise in my chest. I couldn’t help it. I was terrified. But I kept still, refusing to let the sobs escape.

Strade chuckled softly, wiping the tear away with his thumb. “Ah, there we go,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “That’s more like it.”

He didn't stop there. The scalpel danced over my skin, cutting again, but softer this time, more deliberate. He was drawing it out, savoring every reaction. I felt the sting, sharp and spreading like fire, and more tears welled in my eyes. I couldn't stop them now.

The pain wasn't overwhelming, not yet, but it was enough to make the tears fall faster, my breath hitching as I tried to stay quiet.

He moved the blade slowly, creating shallow cuts along my arm, then up to my shoulder.

"Such beautiful reactions," he mused, his voice low and pleased. "Cry some more. I love watching it… you're so pretty when you cry."

Strade's smile widened as he looked me over, watching the tears fall freely now.

"Hmm... I think we need to loosen things up a bit," he murmured, stepping behind me. I felt the ropes around my wrists slacken as he untied them. My arms dropped forward, sore and shaking from being held back for so long.

Before he could take control again, I moved.

My hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, and before I could second-guess myself, I took the scalpel from his fingers. For a brief second, Strade's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Oh?" he said, his tone curious but amused, as though watching a child play with a new toy. I didn't hesitate. My grip tightened around the scalpel, and I pressed it against my own arm, drawing it across my skin. The sharp sting bit into me, but I felt... calmer. I could breathe again. The control was mine, even if for a moment

Strade's eyes darkened with something like fascination, his lips curling into a slow grin.

"Interessant," he murmured, stepping closer, watching intently as I made another cut. The blood welled up quickly, dripping onto the floor below. "You really are something special, aren't you?"

The satisfaction in his voice was unmistakable, and I could feel his gaze fixated on the blood and my trembling hands. "Do it again," he whispered, voice low and commanding. "Show me."

I hesitated for just a moment, then did as he asked, slicing into my skin once more. The pain was sharp, but there was a strange comfort in it—knowing that this part, at least, was on my terms.

As I pressed the blade deeper into my skin, again and again, more blood spilled over my arm, pooling and dripping onto the floor. I hadn't realized how deep I was cutting, but something about it felt... right. Control. The pain grounded me. I didn't know it at the time, but it was exactly what Strade wanted.

I heard it then, a soft, low sound—a noise of pleasure slipping from his lips. My eyes darted up, and I caught sight of him. His eyes were half-lidded, his face slightly flushed, and I noticed the bulge in his pants, his arousal now unmistakable. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if I was more terrified or disgusted.

Strade chuckled softly, catching my glance. "Ah, forgive me," he said, his voice thick with amusement, though there was a hunger beneath it. "I wasn't expecting you to be so... bold." His eyes flicked down to my arm, now covered in at least five deep cuts and several shallower ones. Blood trickled steadily, and his gaze lingered on it, fascinated. "You've truly outdone yourself."

His grin widened, but he didn't move to do anything about it just yet.After all, he had his manners.

"It'd be rather rude of me to indulge right now, wouldn't it?" he teased, taking the scalpel from my hand with ease. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the bloodstained blade, sighing contently. "But, mien liebchen, you've given me such a beautiful show. Truly, wunderschön."

He knelt beside me, wiping my tears with the back of his hand, the same disturbing tenderness still in his touch. "You're quite the special one, aren't you?" His voice was low, husky with satisfaction. I shuddered as he carefully set the blade aside and began tending to the cuts he'd made-and the ones I had made myself.

Strade hummed to himself as he poured antiseptic onto a cloth and pressed it against my wounds, though he didn't seem to mind my winces of pain. "You've bled quite a bit, und wie hübsch es ist. Can't have you passing out on me, hm?" His hands moved deftly, almost clinical, as he worked to clean and bandage the cuts. But I could see it-the way his breathing had quickened, the flush on his face deepening.

With one hand still bandaging me, his other slipped toward his own waistband, fingers tracing idly over his erection. He groaned softly, clearly enjoying himself, but not quite ready to lose focus on the task at hand. "Mm, I'll have to excuse myself soon," he murmured, more to himself than to me. "But don't worry, I'll finish fixing you up first."

His grip tightened slightly as he worked faster, the occasional low moan escaping his lips as he tried to maintain control. "You've done so well," he praised, his voice filled with delight. "So well, mien liebchen. I'll make sure you're all patched up, and then..." He trailed off with a wicked grin, standing up and gathering the bloodied bandages. "Well, you can imagine what comes next."

Strade moved to retie my wrists, only to realize that the rope would reopen my wounds if I struggled against them at all. He chuckled to himself and shook his head, grinning as he proceeded to tie them anyway. “Scream if you need me,” he said with a grin. He gave one final, lingering look, his eyes sweeping over the blood on my skin, the tremble in my body, and then without another word, he stepped out of the room, leaving me alone. Again.

[lymooniee]

She's so cool bro what the flip, I can't usually draw robots but made an exception for her...