hey,
i follow you and a few others for your round-robin style dpxdc stories. Which!!! I love so much!! Who else is there that you do that with regularly? Are there any blogs you recommend if i want to read more round-robin fic?
thx
There are quite a few people. Sorry it took so long to answer. Kept forgetting my inbox existed. This is by no means and exhaustive list. Just people I know pop up often!
@radiance1 @bluerosefox @zylev-blog @puppetmaster13u
@ailithnight @regonold @angryraptor13 @angryricepudding
@thenightwolf51 @evilminji @nerdpoe @lolottes
@babbling-babull @soniclozdplove @ryoalouette @hypewinter
@charlietheepicwriter7 @freshmiraclecheesecake
@ashoutinthedarkness @bianca-hooks123
@britcision @gaddaboutgriffon @thatrandomsarahchick
@ourrechte-blog @kyrianclawraith
I think you can tell a LOT about a community/time era via books and arts. Especially unconventional media. We’re really deep into capitalist society, and you can ABSOLUTELY see it in fanfic and fanart, because why are some (most) fanfics i read about a person getting adopted by a rich person (coughcough DPXDC), and having their wellbeing taken care of? That sounds like a DREAM to me, and probably to a lot of people, so they try to find it in art and writing.
Maybe I’m wrong tho… you never know 🤷🏽♀️
i'm genuinely having so much fun writing a jock protagonist. can't believe i never tried this before. all these years i've been limiting myself needlessly
ON FICTIONAL ESSAYS, AND WORLDBUILDING
I love writing. That is a truth; one that I will hold onto for probably my whole life.
I really do love writing, especially for my baby. It is a behemoth of a book that I’d started when I was 11, and continued adding onto it until I started actually writing it when I was 17. I have too many ideas—too many headcannons, too many bits of lore that I want to incorporate into my story.
Again, I think I need to reiterate—I really do love writing. That doesn’t mean I don’t get tired of it. I will go weeks, sometimes even months where I don’t want to even touch it. Where the thought of writing and seeing that cursor just … blink makes me shudder.
But just because I don’t want to write the story doesn’t mean I don’t want to continue with my lore.
Here is another thing about me: I love history. It was my favourite subject at school. I got an A* in it. I love how history is rich, how it’s a long, long story that is still continuing. I love thinking about how people felt. How a decision made hundreds of years ago (if not thousands!) impacts us today.
I also, secretly (guiltily) love essays. Oh, sure I complained about it with my friends whenever it got assigned. But doing the research, finding the right words to articulate your thoughts, being able to read back on your writing—sometimes even just formatting an essay—I really did love it.
And that brings us to the topic I wanted to start today.
Fictional essay writing.
When I can’t stand the thought of writing the actual story, I open a blank document and start writing an essay as though I’m a character in my book needing to write a history assignment. I add actual quotes (albeit fictional), use actual dates, even reference as though I’m the character.
It can be therapeutic sometimes. There’s no pressure to move the plot forward, no anxiety over pacing or character arcs. It’s world-building, but in a reflective way. A way that forces me to know the world I’ve created as deeply as the characters do. It makes me question my decisions, makes me stopper up plot holes.
Sometimes reading back my work—it reads as though a seasoned academic had written it. But they hadn’t—I wrote it. I wrote that battle, that political treaty, that royal lineage. It makes me strangely proud of myself; as though I’ve actually done the work to research and trawl through endless websites until I’ve snagged on one that actually fits my essay. As though I’ve spent hours agonising over it, and sending draft after draft to a professor.
It makes the world feel alive, like it’s breathing outside of the story I’m struggling to write.
And it’s funny, because half the time those essays never make it into the book. They’re tucked away in a folder no one but me will ever read. But I know they’re there. I can always re-read them when I feel the need to; when I’ve forgotten a simple fact, or a food or a certain dialect.
It really is very useful—and it helps that I love it.
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Percy Jackson AU where Luke is reincarnated Odysseus, Thalia is reincarnated Penelope, and Percy is reincarnated Telemachus.
Meeting each other again is the happiest moment of Luke and Thalia's new lives.
Luke and Thalia both loving Annabeth as their daughter, but still mourning the son they think they'll never see again.
Luke, recognizing Percy as Telemachus instantly, is overjoyed and simultaneously devastated because Thalia will never know their son is alive (Luke weeping with joy when Kronos tells him there's a way to save Thalia).
Percy, who's had deja vu regarding the whole missing dad thing his entire life, does NOT recognize Luke as Odysseus and is having a rough time, Athena please help him (Annabeth makes for an acceptable substitute).
Luke, staring horrified at the trident hovering over Percy's head, because not only did he just frame his son for stealing Zeus' lightning bolt, but his son is now the son of his most hated enemy. Luke would happily splay Poseidon's guts out on the rocks again if it meant getting Thalia back. Poseidon who killed his men, who turned him into a monster, stole his son.
Why go to space when you are space? Love all space obsessed Danny lore phandom comes up with.
Prompts:
Day 6, Eclipse
Day 24, NASA
you can only reblog this today
Seeing the notes I wrote for my book and it’s like
No?? I don’t understand?? What was past mae thinking??
I was just thinking about Dannys hatred for Christmas and how funny / odd itd be if Amity's citizens start noticing how snappy and overly emotional and aggressive Danny gets in December and start to collectively think it's because he died in December and is still having a hard time processing it.
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