#its fucking killing me that i wrote all of this with proper punctuation and capitalization and SPELLING

[weirdoughnut]

Chapters: 1/38 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard - Rick Riordan, (fractionally; see the authors note)

(All 38 chapters are written! Updates will come every 1-2 weeks. You need to have read up to HoO for this; ToA, TSaTS, and MCGA are optional.)

HELLO pjo fandom. Did or do you:

lose your shit when Reyna took the oath?

miss the funny chapter titles?

want to see the Hunters written without the focus on their anti-boy shtick?

enjoy fanfics that makes breadloaves out of canon’s crumbs of detail?

prefer to read works written by someone on meth (as opposed to Uncle Rick’s crack (i don’t mean this. thank u rick))?

remember to drink water?

forget to drink water?

want Jason back?

gay?

If you answered “yes” to at least one of these (even the water ones; the bar is low), then The Daughters of Rome is up your alley! Read more if you still need convincing, hit the link if you don’t, and please go away if you somehow answered “no” to every single question. I am scared of you.

DoR picks up a few days after The Sun and the Stars but diverges from several things established in ToA. Some of these divergences are handwaves (like Reyna relinquishing her aegis), but others hugely impact the story (like Jason’s death). This fic is pretending to be the latest instalment to the Rickverse; many characters are OCs, including Reyna’s co-narrator. We get a whole new set of prophecies and pick up on ToA’s loose threads.

The writing aims to be wholeheartedly queer, multicultural, and ““taboo””—because it’s fun and we’re sexy and I like to eat people’s yummy food. DoR isn’t a grittier/dirtier/whateverier version of canon, it’s just a fic that let me write about what I know and begin to learn about stuff I didn’t.

Essentially: Rick has a diverse cast; that fucks, make it louder. Just because!

That said, I wanted to have fun writing a story. There isn’t a letter in this final version that I didn’t enjoy putting to paper. If you wanna know what “fun” looks like to a yapping literary nerd with chronic hangnails and a bottle of methylphenidate, DoR is feverishly symptomatic. please read or i’ll cry like this 😢