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[APH][Macabre!Hetalia] Russian Hetaween 2015

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The Problem of Fanfiction

Edit: I think this is being lost in translation so I want to state it plainly here. I write for my own pleasure. This has been my go-to outlet since I was 9. You can see all the cringey, just-for-me poetry and fics from when I was 11-14 on here. I'm not asking for more favorites because that's my only motivation. I'm not even asking you to go favorite my stuff. I'm bringing up the point that fanfiction is often under appreciated in fandom spaces to the point where a lot of authors get turned off especially if they're beginners or new to a fandom. I've been writing and publishing fanfiction since I was in fourth grade. The fandoms have change

Fanfiction

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APH: Too late

Traditional Art

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Hetaween: Poland Halloween Costume - Killer Clown

Digital Art

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Cosplay

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HetaOni: My Thoughts

So, I've finally, finally, FINALLY managed to play HetaOni, the famous Hetalia horror video game. And, I must say, it was pretty fricken' awesome. Seriously. Sure, it had its cons, but what game doesn't? Anyhow, these are the goods and bads of HetaOni: GOOD: 1.) Playing as the characters. That was really, really awesome. And it was fun seeing all our favorite Hetalia boys in sprite form, ya know? It was pretty legit. 2.) The battles were AWESOME. Getting to fight the freaky ass monsters in that freaky ass house with Japan, Prussia, Italy, and the others is always fun, especially when you get to use their special attacks. In a way, it kind of

The Global Snap

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Mozaik Role

Blood contest.

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Literature

Doomsday RE: An Alpine Dawn

Doomsday RE: An Alpine Dawn Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale Through a Nation's Eyes Somewhere in Burgenland. 1983. Sweating under the bulky combat overalls that formed his radiation suit, Switzerland wearily made his way towards a large, nondescript tent nestled away from the main encampment. And on such short notice too, he grunted to himself as he tried ignoring the weight of his equipment. In fact, much of it from his rifie to boots was still covered in grime and gunpowder. Though this place seems safe enough. Yet even from here, the Nation’s ears sensed the familiar sounds of gunfire echoing in the distance over the haunting wind. Whil

Contest post apocalypse

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