we’ve talked a bit abt it, but any more thoughts on how fandom / fanfiction has changed or modern fandom trends? or maybe what are some modern fandom trends you think are *good* or you actually enjoy?
Oh this probably requires more thought than I'll give it right now, but positive trends! There are a lot of them!
The quality of writing in the best fics is leagues above the quality of writing of the best fics when I first got into fandom. Probably due to people starting to write at a younger age and having lots of practice and feedback? As well as fandom just involving a lot more people in general than it used to. Statistically you're going to have a better chance of reading at least one really truly well written fic in a given fandom.
Fics tend to be a lot shorter and there are alot less gen/plotty casefic style fics around, which I personally miss. But the quality of the prose has gotten really, really good when it's good. To the point where any given published pulpy genre novel feels a bit unreadable in comparison.
People have mostly stopped using those "the shorter/younger/blonder man" versus "the taller/older/brunetter man" phrasings. I have completely forgotten what those are called. But there was a time where possibly the majority of fics would use these instead of just using the characters names, and it was awful prose.
Of course a lot of the weird dynamics behind some of these contrasts are still there -- exaggerating the physical differences between a m/m pairing to frankly ridiculous extents, and the related totally out of character contortions of personality that go along with it. But that's remained steady so it's not a change for the worse or better! At least people have stopped the terrible allergy to character names though. Or just. Plain old pronouns.
Fandom is much much better at critiquing itself. There's been some... fallout I guess, in some ways, that is too complex for me to get into here, but overall it's a positive trend.
The biggest positive change is probably that it's no longer weird or at least slightly shameful to be into same-sex pairings, which was definitely the case when I first joined online fandom.
The other biggest change is that, well, the world knows about us (fandom) now. I have no idea if that's positive or negative. I could probably make arguments for both views.
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☆ lost in orbit
{☆} characters tsaritsa
{☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader
{☆} warnings violence [ implied ], unhealthy relationship
{☆} word count 0.6k
She had resigned herself to apathy – to burying her love beneath the cold, hard soil and letting it rot amongst the graves of a long dead civilization, burned to ash in only a day. Yet how quickly it all fell apart in her hands, slipping through her fingers like sand, no matter how desperately she tried to cling to it.
Was she not diligent enough? Was she so weak that she faltered at the first person who showed her genuine trust and affection? Had all her work been for naught?
A part of her revolts – the same woman who watched the sky burn and the ground beneath her feet crumble into ash. It would be so easy to wrap her hands around your delicate throat, to squeeze until you finally saw her as the monster she knew she has always been.
Yet she doesn't think she could. The look of betrayal, of fear..oh, it would ruin her, she knows.
Perhaps that makes her weak. Perhaps you have made her weak.
Perhaps she does not mind as much as she should.
You trust her, after all – enough to sleep in her bed like she couldn't just kill you before you ever knew what was happening to you. Your body was so..fragile, in this mortal shell you descended in. How easy it would be to snuff out your life, here and now.
Yet she doesn't.
Instead, she looks at you like an old lover – with all the love of a woman who had died in the ashes of a dying civilization, of a woman who thought she could love no longer. Emotions she fought so hard to suppress well up in her chest and fill the empty space where she knows her heart should beat. Try as she might – and oh, how she tries – she can never quite stem the affection that consumes her every waking moment when she sees you.
It is like an addiction that she cannot rid herself of, no matter how she tries. She always finds herself back at square one – back to you.
Her hand lingers against your cheek, undue affection filling the empty spaces in her chest until she feels like cannot breathe. She traces her hand along your jaw, her vision narrowed on the softness of your lips.
Yet that same thought rises unbidden to the forefront of her thoughts. Love was a dangerous thing – you both knew that. To let it fester and rot her from within..she would be throwing her plans out the window, and for what?
Because she was too weak? Because the affection and trust in your eyes whenever your looked at her made her feel whole, like she was more then just an Archon playing God with the fate of the world?
You do not even stir as her thoughts toil like a brewing storm. She swallows the lump in her throat, removing her hand like she'd just touched a piece of hot metal. A part of her still screams that it's for the best, that you've corrupted her enough, torn apart her plans in the span of a week, a mere blink in time..
But it goes silent as she leans in, pressing her lips to your cheek. She will not let the thought fester, tonight – she will let herself be weak, if only for another day. If only to covet the affection that she finds herself drowning in for just another day.
And when you stir, she pretends that she had never thought of it at all, that she has only ever known love with you. Even if her heart that does not beat leaves a stabbing pain in her chest in the agony of knowing that even this is futile..
She lets you wake, let's the recognition and the affection fill your vision until she is all you see – two stars locked in orbit, unable to break away.
And when the day comes that you collide, she will be holding the blade that drives into your chest, and she will know nothing but love when she does.
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