So I've Recently Started Reading The Trials Of Apollo Series (I'm Still On The First Book And Barely

So I've recently started reading The trials of Apollo series (I'm still on the first book and barely into it) and the idea of just no one believing Lester when he says he is Apollo throughout the whole series, thinking he might have been hit on the head a bit to hard or is slightly delusional and Meg just kind of indulges him most of the time (and probably one of the first characters to realize oh fuck he is actually generally Apollo) until another god shows up like "what's up Apollo" and everyone collectivly loses their minds.

Honestly I don't know how the inner machinations of my mind works like 99% of the time.

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

On a lighter note.

The main reason I ever wanted to write a Hungarian mythology-based urban fantasy is that I needed to see someone do Bread Magic in a mundane modern setting.

Bread Magic shows up in a variety in Hungarian fairytales. It works like this: when someone evil, usually the devil, sometimes a dragon, wants to come into your house and hurt you, usually by taking your children, what you do is put a loaf of bread on the windowsill. It will speak for you.

When evil demands admission, the bread will say: First, they buried me under the ground, and I survived. When I sprouted, they cruelly cut me down with sickles, and I survived. They threshed me with their flails and I survived. They ground me to flour with their millstones and I survived. They put me in a bowl and kneaded me, then they put me in a hot oven to bake me, and I survived. Have you done all these things? Until you do all these things and survive, you have no power here.

This is pretty powerful magic I think, and it makes sense in a country where wheat is the staple crop and bread is the staple food. If you have bread, you are alive, if you have no bread, you are dead, therefore bread is life. It was customary to refer to wheat as “life” well into the twentieth century, and not in high literary circles either: rural seasonal workers negotiated their wages in so and so many sacks of life.

And I totally want someone to do bread magic with a shitty store-bought muffin.

Frodo and Sam’s journey if it took place in the United States

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

I always struggled with charatcer outlines or sheets because there were always stupid questions like “what’s their favorite color” or “what’s their favorite memory.” Stuff that would never come up…

My script teacher said you only ever needed to know a handful of things:

What they want. What they need. What’s stopping them. And what they learn.