#blogfic

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My blogfic from @memoonthemove is now being slowly cross-posted to AO3, if anyone prefers that format! Updates will continue to be posted to the tumblr first until the fic is complete.

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i completely forgot abt the minecraft structure bastion when naming my s3/oc verse so ill probably have to change that but i genuinely have no goddamn clue

[ekourege]

Hey y’all, you might’ve not’ve heard, but me and @not-so-varia-quality have created a blogfic! It’s based off her KHR AU, where the first generation - rather than being Moral Vigilantes(TM) - are egocentric suburbanites still in the throes of puberty. Also, they’re goth. All of the events that go down are done in real time, and it’s set in the current era. 

Tune in for:

Administration confiscating Asari’s weed

Giotto starting politcal debates during algebra

Daemon and Elena’s unrelenting scorn for the human race in general

Poor, dumbass rich kid lampo

Teen drama

Not-so-teen drama

[jchance4d4]

Some other things that (to me) feel like “fannish original fiction”:

Fiction with significant parts set within real or fictional fandoms.

Stories done “in the style of” a particular work or author, or even a whole genre that is not typically done in prose writing or in the author’s country (with a certain hard-to-define “fannish exuberance” rather than professional pastiche).

Stories that are, or are in the style of, blogfic in styles that emerged before it was commonly taken seriously and commercialised (thinking a lot of writing_prompts responses here on tumblr).

Really anything with that “fannish exuberance”.

What’s the difference between fannish and non-fannish original content?

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Intention, primarily.

The kinds of original things people have often seen as fannish are like the original half of the Boys in Chains archive.

"Original slash" and "original yaoi" fandoms (as opposed to people attempting to write "queer lit" or m/m for publication or whatever) are a good example.

Some of these do later get pulled to publish, but their original posting and framing is as fandom-y original content.

[seventh-hokage-naruto-uzumaki]

//I just sent an RP ask as Sakura. I hope that's okay! Sakura saying she considered Naruto a rival for Sasuke's affections for a little while is based off an interview of Kishimoto where he answered about the kiss: "I mainly did it because I don't think there has ever been a manga where two rivals have kissed. Also, by having this encounter, it was easier to set up the love triangle: Sakura, who had intended to be the first one to kiss Sasuke, has it stolen by her rival Naruto."//

// It’s okay, but it’s too early in the blogfic for me to post it!! I’ll keep it in mind and try to find a way to include it later on ^^

[preceptuponprecept]

D.J. Wave (a blogfic backstory)

Didymus Johnson spun in his chair with deliberation. He was going to be on the air in five minutes and needed to be in "the zone". He started doing his usual pre-show exercises.

Ten chair spins.

Five reverse chair spins.

Fifteen stupid faces.

Seven seconds of armpit-fart-noises.

He was ready. It was time to host the evening news.

The camera-dudes started making fingers at him. He smiled. When camera-guy-two was at "one" he flipped off The Wave instead of using his index finger. Camera guy two had a problem with Didymus.

Music played that familiar fanfare as Didymus Johnson finished fixing his hair. Soon, he heard the words "with anchor Didymus Johnson!"

The Wave looked at the camera and winked.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm D. Johnson. Recent terrorist activities in southern North Dakota have been increasing in severity today as something something something blah blah... hey wait a second!" His teleprompter was malfunctioning.

Camera-guy-2's lips curled into a sneer.

"Well, folks. I guess that's all we have for the news today but--"

Everyone was giving him shocked looks and pointing to imaginary papers in their hands. Oh right, he thought to himself, that's what those things are for. I usually just draw on them!  He looked back down at his papers and saw nothing. Awww snap. I totally threw them out because I wanted to draw a big picture today!

Didymus Johnson waved at the people pointing to him and turned back to the camera. "Well folks, I've got some news for you. I've been single all too long and I know a lot of you have been sending in letters asking about what I'm going to do with my life. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm out of here. I'm moving to Texas. Heather! If you are watching this broadcast, will you marry me and move to Texas?"

Everyone's jaws dropped as, for the last time, D. Johnson performed his trademark wave. "It's been a blast giving you guys the news and everything, but I'm pretty sure that camera dude is going to try to kill me. THIS JUST IN! He's a jerk! Thank you and good night."

What did I just write?

[ekourege]

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Introduction

Giotto here. I am the creator of this blog, which I am running with my companions (who will be making introduction posts for themselves in the coming days….hopefully.) I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to talk about myself here. I tend to dislike this sort of thing - I’m not one to brag, nor am I a fan of those who do.

Let’s get the unimportant stuff out of the way: I am 15 years old, born on January first. Being born on New Year’s means I was “born lucky”, and i’ve been informed by several reliable sources that this makes me “blessed”.

Not that it really matters or anything.

I am a sophomore in high school. For most who are going into high school or have been there, you know what kind of hellish cesspool it truly is. Preps see kids who are different and single them out.

Anyone who doesn’t fit their mold of ‘perfect’ is fair game. Which means that my friends and I are…’outcasts’ of sorts.

So, for the sake of the defenseless, we’re taking a stand.

Speaking of ‘taking a stand’: I hate conformists.

If you blindly bend to what society says just because it says you should, or think others should do the same, you’re garbage and I don’t like you.

Just fuck off, honestly.

We’re not here to pander to human sheep. Your overlords will betray you eventually.

Anyway. I partake in a few hobbies. Mostly, I dabble in literary analysis and writing, and have a keen interest in seeking justice for those who are denied it. I generally detest social authorities, as anyone should loathe an oppressor.

That’s not all I do, of course. I also ‘spend quality time’ with my dear friends, particularly G.

G and I have known each other for practically our whole lives, and I have no shame in admitting that he is my very best friend. Regardless, I do care a great deal for my other compatriots as well.

I… can’t think of much else to say here, so I’ll just end it as is.

I will likely make new posts very soon.

-Giotto, August 8th 20XX

[preceptuponprecept]

Li'l Sis (a Lin/Dan BROTHER-SISTER blogfic)

"Oww HEY!" Lindsey shouted. "Stop throwing snowballs at me! How are you even getting them? We're in TEXAS!"

Jordan stopped laughing and shook his head "Sis, it's all about imagination. Take some ice from the freezer, shave it into tiny-tiny pieces, and then pack it like snow!" She looked unconvinced. "Also this is a terrible blogfic written by a terrible author who thinks the laws of physics are total bull." She nodded at that.

The two of them walked side-by-side to the shore of the Great Salt Lake (also in Texas, like the snow) and Jordan brushed the snow off of her sleeves.

"Sure is hot out, eh lil sis?" asked  Jordan.

"Sure is. But that's okay, I still brought my modest swimsuit." The two of them walked along the salty beach and took in the warm summer air. "Brother?" Lindsey turned.

"Yes?"

"What was I like when I was little?" She asked.

"What were you like?" He closed his eyes and concentrated hard. "You were cute, and asked a lot of questions. You always wanted to know how things worked. Sometimes you'd crawl into my room and cling to my leg instead of crying for our mother (Heather) and father (Didymus). You were independent and liked to show off what you could do... Heck, in kindergarten you--" he was cut off from his deep thinking by "OW!"

Lindsey had thrown a snowball right in his face. He opened his eyes to see her riding off into the foggy sunset on a robot narwhal.

That, my friends, is blogfic.

[preceptuponprecept]

1, 2, 3, 4, I DECLARE A BLOGFIC WAR!

I have made the first move with my Korde fic (by the way, I would love if you guys compiled that whole thing). Jordan and Kaede, you are now a part of this war.

To fight back: Just start writing a blogfic about someone you follow or who follows you. The more you make them laugh, the more successful your attack. Anyone you mention (please use people who will play along) is now part of the battle.

Whatever people write involving me, I will save and compile into one post. Anyone who wants to participate should do the same for all fiction written about them (and anything they write, if possible). We want to be sure to preserve the fic-war battles in all their glory.

WHO IS UP FOR THIS?