285 | fannish events, poetry, & a fic rec
Sunday, 25 August 2024 10:08 am► I signed up for
pokepodproject today! Rather last minute—sign-ups end tonight and I'm going to be spending much of the day away from home—but I’ve been wary of overcommitting myself. A part of me really wanted to offer to write three fics, but I don’t want to overdo it, so I just offered two, chosen from four potential Pokémon. I’m telling myself that I can always pick up pinch hits if I find that I can and want to do more!
I was also careful to brainstorm concepts that I thought could fit into the 100-1000 wordcount limit while choosing which Pokémon to offer. So hopefully that will help too, in the spirit of not overdoing it/not overloading my personal stress levels. I just think this is the coolest concept and I’m very excited for it.
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justmarriedexchange revealed recently. I didn’t participate, and I haven’t actually looked through much of the collection beyond throwing a few fics in my marked-for-later list, but…! There is one exception to that, and that’s this fic, which I just had to read immediately. And I’m glad I did, because I really liked it!
► The above fic references a poem (always a winner, in my book)— “Iphigenia” by Edwin Arnold. I had to look it up immediately, of course, and I rather liked it, so I’m copying it over here for my own records. ( beneath the cut )
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I was also careful to brainstorm concepts that I thought could fit into the 100-1000 wordcount limit while choosing which Pokémon to offer. So hopefully that will help too, in the spirit of not overdoing it/not overloading my personal stress levels. I just think this is the coolest concept and I’m very excited for it.
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lips for a god to worship (Greek Mythology, Artemis/Iphigenia, 1.5K)Truly gorgeous prose, and I enjoyed the dynamic between Iphigenia and Artemis here.
Iphigenia submits.
To the ropes passed about her thin wrists that chafe at the skin. To the cloth, fragrant with dust and her own scent, forced into her mouth and kept there to prevent her speaking a dying curse. To the cool touch of a blade rising from her belly to her throat, the peeling back of her saffron robes like the butchering of an animal.
She is the animal, a sacrifice to stir the winds.
► The above fic references a poem (always a winner, in my book)— “Iphigenia” by Edwin Arnold. I had to look it up immediately, of course, and I rather liked it, so I’m copying it over here for my own records. ( beneath the cut )