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Happy New Year, and all that jazz! I went with my friend and her cousin to see the Space Needle fireworks, and we ended up right underneath it, so much that I actually got a bit of falling firework debris in my eye, and they were WONDERFUL, just really gorgeously done. So that was a nice start to the new year (though, really, I still mentally organize my year's by school, so the only super momentous part of it now being 2013 is that I GRADUATE IN LESS THAN HALF A YEAR, WTF).
Anyway, Yuletide reveals happened, so I can post here that I wrote These Gentle Wolves, a Red Riding Hood story for Ladymercury_10, who had awesome prompts (I actually matched them on Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, but they wanted genderswap, girl wonder Red and kjfpaoijewpoaigj I had to). This very much wants to be longer, but in classic me, concise was the name of the game -- if I did more with it, Red wants a second part in which she is the wolf around the village, and she wants an alternate second part in which she is both wolf and huntsman, and she also wants an entire other side of the story, in which she is raised by Ylva and the humans are the wolvish ones and vice versa. Perhaps one day.
Some recs! I have about ten billion tabs open, so more will probably come later, but for now:
The story written for me, Holy Darkness, a Til We Have Faces fic in which Psyche gets to talk about her experience with the divine, the incomprehensibility of it, the wonder and fear that go hand in hand, and also very much gives HER the agency in deciding to light the lamp, and I just reread it and am still reeling from some of the description that goes into her illusion-palace.
Lunete and Ondine, or The Clever Maiden, which is a CHRETIEN DE TROYES FANFIC IN VERSE. Y'all, it has a FAKE ACADEMIC TRANSLATOR'S NOTE, in which there is bickering over sources, and authorial probability, and homoeroticism! kajepaojoiajepoaijnopitj IT IS EVERYTHING I WANT FROM LIFE. Also, seriously, the way in which it not only ships Lunete and Ondine, but also simply shows a wonderful friendship between two confident and well-developed female characters, is perfection.
THIS ALSO HAPPENED, 'this' being "The Wanderer's Reply to the Seafarer," verse fic of The Exeter Book, WHICH THE AUTHOR WROTE IN OLD ENGLISH AND THEN TRANSLATED OMFG WHO ARE ALL THESE MEDIEVAL SCHOLARS IN FANDOM, COME TO ME.
THEN THERE WERE THE ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE FICS. Friends, it was a glorious year for mythology fics (greek/roman and elsewise, though I haven't finished reading through any other mythology sections except the greek), and a lot of people were apparently reading my mind and my heart because they gave the world these things:
Grasping at Shadows, which is time-jumping, non-linear, genderqueer Eurydice and Persephone. DEATH GIVES EURYDICE IDENTITY.
go down to the netherworld (plant grapes), which is quite literally greek myth on drugs, and which does some wonderful things with the parallels between Orpheus/Eurydice and Hades/Persephone.
Snakebit, which is PROHIBITION EURYDICE. I cannot, this is seriously one of the best stories I've ever read, the obsession with the music, the alcohol, Persephone/Eurydice, Orpheus (and Eurydice) consumed by his gift, Eurydice seeking her own expression, the DOOM of it all, aoeijapwroijapoiwjrhpoiajtpoiajeiowjahpteij.
GO FORTH AND READ THESE THINGS. (I'm good at rec posts.)
Anyway, Yuletide reveals happened, so I can post here that I wrote These Gentle Wolves, a Red Riding Hood story for Ladymercury_10, who had awesome prompts (I actually matched them on Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, but they wanted genderswap, girl wonder Red and kjfpaoijewpoaigj I had to). This very much wants to be longer, but in classic me, concise was the name of the game -- if I did more with it, Red wants a second part in which she is the wolf around the village, and she wants an alternate second part in which she is both wolf and huntsman, and she also wants an entire other side of the story, in which she is raised by Ylva and the humans are the wolvish ones and vice versa. Perhaps one day.
Some recs! I have about ten billion tabs open, so more will probably come later, but for now:
The story written for me, Holy Darkness, a Til We Have Faces fic in which Psyche gets to talk about her experience with the divine, the incomprehensibility of it, the wonder and fear that go hand in hand, and also very much gives HER the agency in deciding to light the lamp, and I just reread it and am still reeling from some of the description that goes into her illusion-palace.
Lunete and Ondine, or The Clever Maiden, which is a CHRETIEN DE TROYES FANFIC IN VERSE. Y'all, it has a FAKE ACADEMIC TRANSLATOR'S NOTE, in which there is bickering over sources, and authorial probability, and homoeroticism! kajepaojoiajepoaijnopitj IT IS EVERYTHING I WANT FROM LIFE. Also, seriously, the way in which it not only ships Lunete and Ondine, but also simply shows a wonderful friendship between two confident and well-developed female characters, is perfection.
THIS ALSO HAPPENED, 'this' being "The Wanderer's Reply to the Seafarer," verse fic of The Exeter Book, WHICH THE AUTHOR WROTE IN OLD ENGLISH AND THEN TRANSLATED OMFG WHO ARE ALL THESE MEDIEVAL SCHOLARS IN FANDOM, COME TO ME.
THEN THERE WERE THE ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE FICS. Friends, it was a glorious year for mythology fics (greek/roman and elsewise, though I haven't finished reading through any other mythology sections except the greek), and a lot of people were apparently reading my mind and my heart because they gave the world these things:
Grasping at Shadows, which is time-jumping, non-linear, genderqueer Eurydice and Persephone. DEATH GIVES EURYDICE IDENTITY.
go down to the netherworld (plant grapes), which is quite literally greek myth on drugs, and which does some wonderful things with the parallels between Orpheus/Eurydice and Hades/Persephone.
Snakebit, which is PROHIBITION EURYDICE. I cannot, this is seriously one of the best stories I've ever read, the obsession with the music, the alcohol, Persephone/Eurydice, Orpheus (and Eurydice) consumed by his gift, Eurydice seeking her own expression, the DOOM of it all, aoeijapwroijapoiwjrhpoiajtpoiajeiowjahpteij.
GO FORTH AND READ THESE THINGS. (I'm good at rec posts.)