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strangersequel · 2 years

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* ✰. *.˚៹ 🔦🚲 : Stranger Sequel - Card Collection.

Stranger Sequel is a collab that takes place within the universe of STRANGER THINGS. here you will be pleased to find several editions of fanfics from the fandom that are part of the project. To read the stories access our wattpad account. All fanfictions are in portuguese. If you click on source you will find our profile on wattpad

* ✰. *.˚៹ 🔦🚲 : tag: @samwilsonns @stranger-things-ocs @stardustocs @starlit-ocs @allaboutocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @ocappreciationtag @ocappreciation @oc-challenges @queerocs @foxesandmagic @fyeahstrangerthingsocs @hiddenqveendom

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kikker-oma · 1 month

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I HAVE AN IDEA!!!!!!!<-click

Ok, so some of you replied to a post I made a while back about missing Whumptober, and people gave me lots of options for drawing challenges to do in the meantime. There were some great ideas but nothing in particular that jumped out to me.

BUT WHAT IF---

Instead of doing my own personal prompts, I think it would be really fun to draw 1 color drawing each day that corresponds to a scene in an LU fanfic!

So, for example, I would find fics that I've read and like and pick a scene to draw, then post it and tag the writer(if they have tumblr) and link the story!

This way I get to have fun reading and gifting art, writers get more exposure for their fics, and people get recommendations for LU fics they may not have seen!

I could probably do it in July, that way I have time to find 31 fics and pic the scenes. And ALSO get a head start on drawing, cus man, monotone sketches everyday in October was hard, color drawings will be even more time consuming, so I would need to hard core prep.

If I do this, would people be willing to give fic recs of their favorite stories? Granted I would reserve the right to pick and choose which ones I do. I wouldn't want people to feel sad if I didn't do their fic, but regardless, I think it might be a fun idea.

Thoughts??

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanart #lu fanfiction #what would I even call this challenge #Fangirl July?#Why Did I Do This July? lol #someone clever help with the name please😂😂#self promoting fics would of course be welcome too🤭#Favorite Fic July?

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escelia · 10 months

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I headcanon Danny as the ghost king so hard that I forget that in canon, Danny isn't technically the ghost king. So imagine Pariah Dark spirits away the town, only the JL notices!

They call Zatanna and Constatine, send in a whole team of heroes, and when they arrive, this scrawny looking ghost kid has already done their job for them. When Constantine tries to dismiss him as part of cleanup (this is a living realm problem now, kid), he realizes and relays to the other hero's that the kid is half alive. He's young and tired and ALIVE and very much in need of help.

So the JL whisks him away to safety, not knowing the trouble that would follow. Now, every member of the team must be on high alert as they work to foil the Observants' attempts to crown a 14 year old child.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #promot #fanfiction #the jl tries to prevent a 14yo from having to be a monarch #but after meeting batmans brood of undead children danny has second thoughts about avoiding the crown #baby ghost just wants to help #the supers and bats fight over danny while he fawns over martian manhunter #danny is adoption bait

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batcavescolony · 8 months

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Have I mentioned how much i love ao3? So I'm currently watching a show and I like to look up fanfics but obviously I don't want to get spoiled so I just go to filters scroll down to 'date updated', look up the date the episode aired on, go 6 days ahead to the day before the next episode, and it filters out all the fics about episodes I haven't watched yet! It's great.

#archive of our own #ao3 #fanfic #fan fiction #ao3 hacks #ao3 tips #fanfiction #fandom #to anyone whos gonna be like 'ao3 is bad it promotes blah blah blah' you're on tumblr #the site that bullied john green off of it by editing his posts to make it seem like he was a bad person #were known for sh and ed posts. superwholock and wincest. welcome to the internet you must be new #didnt we have someone actually selling human remains?

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xsommeee · 27 days

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This beautiful art by @chuuyameows on twitter. (Go check more of her artwork there)

This also cause me skk tgcf brain rot. So...

Here's the link to the fic it lead to - Against the flawless Autumn sky.

An exerpt.

Chuuya notices the change in the floor under his feet now polished and a lighter hue. Remaining mindful of the constraints his kimono puts on the length of his strides. They pass through a hallway lined with grand shining pillars and he bobs his head up to see mesmerising bright paintings of forest cloves and farmlands. All of the scenes feel hauntingly familiar to him and he loses himself in trying to capture the details, like a faraway cherry blossom, a canary in a toddler's hand.

That's when he missteps, feeling the rim of his dress catch and a pull on his veil. He expects to crash onto the floor but feels himself spin mid-tumble. An arm wraps around his waist and his head falls back to have his eyes widened at the proximity of the man. He looks up at the ghost through his eyelashes, in awe of the disguise that he adopted. An oval face with a forehead hidden by curly brown bangs and narrow chocolate brown eyes that gape at him with parted lips.

Chuuya knows this isn’t sane, as he remains still with his body tilted and lost but he is unable to ignore the intensity of emotions swirling in those deep brown eyes, emotions that hit him like flowing waters from a flooded river which has broken all boundaries.

#nakahara chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #soukoku comic #bungou gay dogs #soukoku fanart #soukoku fanfiction #soukoku #Shameless self promotion #Art posted by the permission of the artist

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zivazivc · 1 year

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“I want to see your left arm too.”

Raph sighs and straightens up to reluctantly spin around in the stool and switch arms, but then he stills suddenly, staring at his left wrist. Would the scar show up on the scan?

“Well?”

He looks up at his brother, who’s waiting for him to move. “Why? Can’t accept that you remembered something completely unimportant wrong?”

Chapter 2 of After a Lifetime (the short follow up to I Hate Space) has been uploaded

#don't mind me just promoting my silly little stories #also i want to strangle these two #i want to force them to get along #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raph #donnie #raphael #donatello #i hate space #after a lifetime #fanfiction #my art #o background how i avoid you

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bicheetopuff · 13 days

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Thinking about writing a fic centered around all the sus quotes bkdk have said to each other but changing the context of which they were said so people can’t possibly misinterpret it as anything but romantic.

Like, instead of their proclamations of devotion being during wars and depressing circumstances, it’s over walks along the beach or on the school rooftop while the sun sets or something.

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #I’ll do one better #I’ll make one of them a girl #ill writing my own story using different names and publish it and promote it on booktok #and I can be one of those authors who’s book was originally fanfiction #and be like ‘yeah this is about bkdk actually :D’#blah blah more people start to understand them since it was seen in a new lense blah blah I save the day #by making bkdk seem less cringe to other readers #I’m just kidding… I won’t do that… unless?

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universal-joke · 5 months

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What are some good Space Au fanfics for Hermitcraft? 'Humans are space orcs' plotline/interactions preferred but very much not a requirement. I just need to see these people being fun and funky in space.

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chernabogs · 1 month

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ERLKÖNIG

Inc: Malleus (/Reader later on), Reader/Prefect, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and a lot of fae who should not be in this dimension yet somehow are. Wc: Roughly 9k (Currently sitting at chapter 2/23). Warnings: Violence, reference to war, kidnapping, rituals that fae allegedly did in mythology (wild), psychological horror, body horror (not until much later), and the boys are fighting... a lot. Relies heavily on ancient Celtic and Welsh lore (Tam Lin, Thomas the Rhymer, and Oisin I owe u my life) Summary: Your first encounter with the fae was not in Twisted Wonderland, but rather on the coast of a village your grandmother once lived in—where stones bit into your bare feet and the water poured into your lungs as you were pulled to a world so different from your own. It was by cunning alone that you managed to escape, having since pushed those memories aside. But the fae do not forget—not even when you cross dimensions once more—and as Beltane looms, the time for collecting is near.

Chapter 1 (Prologue) below the cut. Check out the work up to chapter 2 here!

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke and found me here,

On the cold hill's side.

- La Belle Dame sans Merci, Keats

19??, Dunhill, Ireland. October.

There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. After all, why else do we face horseshoes upright, or close our blinds when the sun begins to set? We did not learn to play mute when we hear our names get called at night for no reason, nor did we discover on a whim that blackbirds circling are harbingers of ill outcomes.

Your grandmother was a woman of superstition. Because she lived in Dunhill, Ireland, you very rarely had the opportunity to see her growing up. This didn’t mean that you weren’t occasionally shipped out to arrive at her doorstep for a few weeks at a time over the summer months.

Your memories of her appearance are mostly flashes of the few moments you saw her. Knotted joints on her body, silver hair hidden behind a headscarf she always wore, and the way her shoulders would stoop with each shuffling step she took. What you remember more vividly was the way she acted when the two of you went out. Her trembling hands—Parkinson’s, you think your parent may have mentioned—would always press an iron nail into yours to put in your pocket before you departed.

“They like to wait on the coastlines,” she had murmured when you asked why she gave this to you. “And they’ll like you the most.”

She would not offer any further information, nor would she let you out until the nail was securely tucked away. Despite how slowly she would move on your many walks along Benvoy Beach, you never once failed to miss the way her sharp gaze would always be fixated on the unruly seas beyond.

She dies when you’re ten years old. Her funeral is a vivid affair. Your grandmother’s humble home has been transformed into a centre of traffic within a matter of hours since her passing, barely giving your family a moment to breathe despite catching the red-eye flight earlier that day. People you have never seen before shaking your small hand and offering their condolences. The strong fragrance of unknown flowers and cheap perfume fills each room, suffocating out any last semblance of your grandmother that may have still lingered. It feels more like they’re spitting on her memory than honouring it. You know your grandmother—she is, was, a quiet woman, and not one for all this pomp and circumstance.

Perhaps this is why no one notices when you sneak out and down the rocky hills.

You slip on several rocks and scrape up your hands really good by the time your feet hit the familiar sandy beach below. With the way the sun is beginning to set, the waters seem to be a wine-red color, swirling in their chaotic fervour to reach the earth you stand on. You pause to take several breaths before kicking your shoes off and stepping forward into that hungry sea.

Your parent will be furious at you for dirtying up your formal garb, but this isn’t at the forefront of your mind right now as your eyes slide shut and you stretch your arms wide. You feel the wind rush along your body and the fragrance of salt overtake you as you spill your grief into the vast waters, letting it mix and swirl into that abyss for a moment of catharsis.

It’s when the wind carries the scent of something pungent that your eyes snap open again. The foulness is brief, and for a moment you write it off as simply a byproduct of the ocean, until it returns again stronger than before. It smothers the brine and has your head turning to look around for the source. You look over your left shoulder at the empty beach around you. The sun continues to set, and your gaze tracks the path of a gull flying overhead before you look over your shoulder once more.

This time, someone is waiting.

There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. The reason why we are scared of things that try to look like us, why we try so hard to ward them off, is because we know that anything that wants to be like a human certainly has no good intent in their heart. This is the case for the figure you see standing on the beach.

They’re wearing the same dark funeral garb you had seen the others in your grandmother’s home wearing. A wide-brimmed hat sits upon their head to conceal most of their features, although you can see scarlet hairs peeking out, and their hands appear to be clasped behind their back as they stand stoically ahead. Despite the winds that bite at your cheeks, not a single scrap of fabric on the figure’s body moves. It’s as though they’re cut from a painting and placed in real life.

You both observe each other in silence. You can feel your body locking up as your mind chants to you wrong, wrong, wrong, over and over again like a mantra. Your right hand drifts down to your pant pocket—you did not take a nail with you before you left the home.

They like to wait on the coastlines, and they’ll like you the most.

Your breath catches in your throat.

The figure smiles—black, sharp, and not quite human.

Something in your gut tells you to run and you, even as a rebellious child, do as you’re told. Your body twists around to scramble towards the rocks as your feet slip in the wet sand. You completely discard grabbing your shoes in your haste to get away, fully accepting the agony that the stones ripping into your soles will bring as consequence.

You don’t get very far. Whatever is on the beach with you is far quicker than you will ever be. Within moments of you turning, its cold fingers dig into your shoulders. You scream—cry—as the figure leans down and the pungent aroma of rotting fish emanates with each breath it exhales. You thrash and twist in its grip until you face each other, and you lock eyes with her.

She looks exactly as she did the last time you saw each other. Same knotted limbs, same silvery hairs, same stoop of her shoulders.

She stares down at you. The wind whips the loose strands of her hair around her face, and her eyes are the cloudy blue of the dead as something begins to claw in your mind. You watch as her thin and cracking lips form the syllables to your name—but it’s lost to the roar of an ever-cacophonous sea. The ground surges up around you, wrapping thorns—thorns? —around your legs. They bite into your skin, draw ruby gems from beneath your frigid flesh, and when you lift your head again, your grandmother merely continues to wear her blackened smile at the sight.

You cry out once more, but just like your name, your pleas are stolen away by the winds.

Everything lasts all but a few moments before the sea finally reaches what it has been clawing for.

#twst fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfiction #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus/reader #malleus x reader #twst x reader #enjoy the sneak preview of the first 5 chapters lmfao #fellas is it dumb to use media as a promotional material? :/#anyway i just want to write about. fae doing things they shouldnt #and the fae in twst seem too bloody nice so im pulling on dimensions #in mythology they can dimension hop anyway so <3 not breaking any logic LMAOOO

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petruchio · 12 days

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hello!! chapter one of my finnick/annie prequel fic is now up on ao3. please please please read it if that’s at all of interest to you. ok that’s all for now love you bye!!!

#thg fanfiction #odesta #finnick x annie #yes this is what i have been working on >:)))))#im maybe too obsessed w this one. but im sooooo happy with it #my writing #i should make more formal fic promotion posts but like. idk. u get it #chapter two next week :)#i get so nervous to post but like screw it. it’s a fanfic LOL so here it is !!

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strangersequel · 2 years

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Amaya “The bastard” Byers

↳ Destination Unknow by Stranger Sequel

Amaya is taken by surprise when Jonathan Byers, her half brother, shows up at the door of the living trailer to look for Will. Noticing in the boy's expressions that her half-brother needed help, she gathers the few belongings she has and embarks with him to Hawkins. What the young woman did not realize is that by doing so she would be putting her life in danger and transforming it forever as she embarks on an arduous adventure, discovering that the small county of Indiana hides many dark secrets.

tag list: @samwilsonns @ocappreciationtag @ocs-supporting-ocs @fyeahstrangerthingsocs @stranger-things-ocs @elmunson @hiddenqveendom @stardustocs @richitozier @foxesandmagic @reyofluke-ocs @allaboutocs

#ocappreciation #stranger things oc #ochub #allaboutocs #fyeahstrangerthingsocs #wattpad fanfiction #fyahstrangerthingsoc #stranger sequel collab #stranger sequel #ch: amaya byers #st fanfic #promotional fanfiction #fanfiction collab #my ocs are my babies #my ocs #written: -T1NKERBELL #fanfic: destination unknow #amaya byers #phil callahan x oc

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ywpd-translations · 1 month

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We need more engagement in this fandom!

So, as the title says, because I was thinking about this - I love this manga with all my heart as you very well know, and the main reason I started translating is because I wanted more engagement in the fandom, which was pretty much dead. Well, it still kind of is, which brings me here lol

I tried to keep this blog translations only to keep everything more in order and make it easy to find the various chapters and all, and I kept all my theories and ramblings either in the tags or on my main blog, except for the times I got asks.

But I would love for this fandom to be more active! I wanna talk about theories and headcanons and ships and all that! I want this fandom to start living again :')

So I was wondering - would you people like it if I started also posting about that kind of stuff? Reblogging fanarts, posts, fanfics or whatever I see around? Would you like to engage more in the fandom? I'm asking because: 1) maybe you'd prefer it if this blog stays translations only, kinda like an archive; 2) maybe there aren't many people who actually wants to engage in fandom activities anyway lmao

I'm asking honestly! I just really would love for this fandom to be active again :')

#dunno how to tag it #i know this is my blog and i can do whatever i want with it #but also i already do that on my main blog #so if i were to doit here it would be because i want to engage with people #and i would love to see people talking about stuff and making theories and talking ships and headcanons and whatever #since i think here on tumblr this blog is kind of the centre of the fandom #i could also use it to promote fanarts and stuff i see around #and i think people tend to not create fandom content when they know not many people will engage with it #i'll be honest this came to me bc i was thinking about my own fanfictions ahgdkhsgd sorry #more precisely i started thinking about it bc im writing a fic about a ship i know no one will engage with on ao3!#but yeah anyway lmao #if you ppl prefers this to be just a translations archive then thats okay!

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lexithwrites · 8 days

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To the bitch on tiktok advertising where you can buy ‘legal’ binded fanfiction, pls fuck off there is no such thing and you’re ruining it for the rest of us

#fanfiction is getting deleted as is stop promoting this

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waokevale · 9 months

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So I made a promotion poster for my fanfic Doradilla Garden

I'm honestly surprised it's doing so well after such a short amount of time, but alas, if you're interested in reading it, please check it out. It'd mean a lot, especially if it turns out enjoyable.

#dst #digital art #dst wormwood #dst wx78 #dst fanart #wxwood #dst triumphant wormwood #dst fanfiction #don't starve together #don't starve #promotion poster #sort of

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literallytoogaytofunction · 1 month

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"I don't think that's how you use the slider-"

✨ Wolfstar as that one photo of Bowie and Ronson ✨

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(close-ups and full ((half-arsed)) background under cut)

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sockendrache · 10 months

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Headcanon that the Tsaritsa is perpetually crying

Hear me out:

for some reason I imagine that the Tsaritsa is constantly crying- not even with the typical ‘crying noises’. Just, always shedding tears.

1, because it makes me feel all mushy to imagine the Archon of Love constantly crying for her people

2, because it’s kinda funny

Y’know. Snezhnaya is fucking COLD, Childe says you ‘freeze to death’ if you keep standing around. So her tears just freeze instantly and fall on the ground like little glass pearls, and whenever the Tsaritsa goes you just hear the constant clatter of her tears

Imagine if she really just can’t control it, and she’s having some kinda serious meeting with her Harbingers, while the space on the table before her just slowly fills up with frozen tears.

(Dottore keeps reaching over and grabbing a few of them to snack on. Pierro thinks it’s inappropriate to consume the tears of her Majesty, the Tsaritsa doesn’t mind; she’s got plenty to go around.)

People slip on them all the time (most notably Childe lol) because the whole floor in the Palace is covered in them.

Imagine if she has to leave Snezhnaya for some kinda diplomatic bullshit, like. She’s meeting up with Zhongli in Liyue to, idk, discuss their contract, and Zhongli invites her to some tea.

So, they’re sitting in like, idk, Xinyue Kiosk and do important business talk. Xiao squats out on the roof incase something happens (wasn’t Zhongli’s idea. Xiao just showed up and he didn’t have the heart to turn him away.) Childe and Signora sit on either side of the Tsaritsa. Awkward doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Then... her Majesty clears her throat. “This... tea.”, she says, staring at the cup with an expression that could be disgust or curiosity. Or both- probably both.

“...yes? Is there something wrong with it? It is a herbal blend from-”

“No, no, it’s quite lovely. But... is it just me, or does it have a slightly... salty note?”

Zhongli looks stunned. (Salty Herbal tea?? Xiangling might be interested in this)

Next to her, Signora does that ‘nose exhale’ laugh.

Childe slowly puts down his chopsticks (he’s not eating anything. just... practicing.), looks between the cup of tea and her Majesty.

“...your Majesty. The tea is salty because you’re crying right into it.”

“Ah. Yes, I suppose that’s the case.”

Zhongli pours her a new cup of tea. Signora wordlessly starts freezing the Tsaritsa’s tears before they ruin her tea again. Childe (not so subtly) collects the frozen tears in a bag for Dottore to eat later.

Xiao is still sitting on the roof.

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