Reading Wednesday

May. 6th, 2026 01:37 pm
starspray: Frodo reading beneath a tree (Frodo Reading)
[personal profile] starspray
Hey I actually finished a book in the last week!

It was a reread of Roverandom, which is of course all whimsy and delight, and I got an idea for a kind of cracky fic out of it--Crablor meets Roverandom--so I definitely had fun. I also started another nonfiction book that I've been chipping away at a chapter or two an evening. I won't say I'm out of my reading slump but I'm getting there.

BROTPPPPPP

May. 2nd, 2026 04:03 pm
anghraine: kirk and uhura from tos in their matching command uniforms in "the corbomite maneuver"; text: bicons (with a heart for the dot in the i) (kirk and uhura [bicons])
[personal profile] anghraine
For as much as I'm a very hardcore Kirk/Spock shipper with big gay!Spock feelings, it probably says something about my tastes that the moment that absolutely sealed TOS Kirk as my Star Trek blorbo was not "he seems a generic dude hero but we love him because he adores Spock so much" but this:

KIRK: At least try cutting him off!
UHURA: Sir, if I could cut him off, don't you think I—!
RILEY: ♪ I'll take you home again, Kathleen— ♪
UHURA: Yes, sir, I'll keep trying.
KIRK [penitently]: Sorry.

"The Naked Time" lingers on this for a few seconds more, mid-crisis, to give the distinct impression that receiving immediate public apologies from a man in power is not an everyday experience for Uhura:





I'm actually reminded of the more famous, fantastic scene from "Balance of Terror" in which Kirk gets progressively more menacing as he shuts down Stiles' racism towards Spock, and Nimoy absolutely plays Spock as having to emotionally process that someone leaping to his defense is a thing that could even happen; Nichols and Nimoy play these reactions properly for their very different characters, but I think the emotional beat is similar.

Also, the single most purely heartwarming time anyone is called beautiful is when Kirk is describing Uhura's *checks hand* facility for brazen lying and trickery in "I, Mudd":

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Grumping about modern (TOS K/S) art

May. 1st, 2026 11:01 pm
anghraine: spock in the s2 episode "a piece of the action" correcting kirk's lies while kirk distracts him with a likely very real headache (kirk and spock [migraine])
[personal profile] anghraine
Something I've noticed for awhile now is, sure, K/S artists (and TOS artists in general) have found TOS Kirk difficult to depict forever and mentioned it forever, but nevertheless, if you look at things like zine art of yore, he's usually very recognizable, while SO much modern Kirk/Spock art has a very obvious Nimoy!Spock whatever the style, and then a Kirk who is solely recognizable via paraphernalia, Spock's own presence, and fanon. I've been trying to figure out what makes the modern art look so wrong compared to older attempts, and I think I... basically tripped over one of the most common reasons.

Short version: it's his cheekbones. TOS Kirk actually has a more fine-boned and pronounced, angled slope of cheekbones that's fuller and higher (particularly in relation to the bottom of his face) than artists typically allow, even if in the show, this is sometimes obscured by the general softness of his face, expressions, and alternate ways of shooting him (he has very mobile features, so he tends to look very different with slight changes in focus/angles/lighting, but of course his features have not actually changed). Artists' lowering/flattening/straightening of where his cheekbones are in his face (vertically and in terms of width/depth), and broadening of the bones themselves, is super common in modern K/S art and it makes the shape of his face and even his head look really off (in particular, both squished and more generic than his real appearance), even if you can't immediately put your finger on what's wrong.

To be clear, there are multiple things that art (fannish and professional) often changes about TOS Kirk's appearance, for what I'm guessing are multiple reasons (though there's one pertinent reason* that I think is a major engine for many of the ways in which Kirk is bafflingly misrepresented). It's not only this. But more recent art particularly tends to alter the line of his cheekbones. His aren't as high or angular as Spock's, nor as prominent as Sulu's, but definitely more so than usually shows up in TOS art. Some lighting/angles/make-up/camera lenses in the show make this super conspicuous and at other times it's harder to see, but when I was searching through my manyyyyy TOS screenshots for an unrelated post, I was really struck by the gap between the ... artistic fanon? and his basic facial structure.

So naturally, I went through my zillions of TOS screenshots for a picspam, so you don't have to just trust my opinion:





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From That Rubble - Chapter One

May. 1st, 2026 01:38 pm
starspray: maglor with a harp, his head tilted down and to the left (maglor)
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: T
Characters: Fëanor, Fingolfin, Findis, Lalwen, Sons of Feanor, various others
Warnings: (past) Character Death
Summary: Decades out of Mandos, too many things in Fëanor's life remain broken. He can't do anything except wait for his sons to come to him, but he can do something about the old and crumbling house where they once lived.
Note: This fic covers the same ground as A Hundred Miles Through the Desert, but from Fëanor's perspective. 

AO3 / SWG


'Cause from that rubble, what remains
Can only be what's true
If all was lost, there's more I gained
'Cause it led me back to you
- “From Now On” - The Greatest Showman

 

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starspray: a white rose bloom with raindrops on the petals (white rose)
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: T
Characters: Finwe, Original Characters
Warnings: (past) Character Death
Summary: In the dark woods near the Waters of Awakening, Finwë's brothers are taken. In Valinor, when the Trees wither, Finwë is slain. In the Fourth Age, things take place long thought impossible.
Note: 
This fic takes place in my meanwhile the world goes on 'verse, but can be read standalone. The last chapter will contain spoilers for the end of A Hundred Miles Through the Desert.

First Chapter / Previous Chapter

So listen to the darkness, listen to the patterns
Listen to the breathing sea
Listen to the colors, carry them inside you
They will bring you back to me
Listen to the sirens, listen to the heartbeat
Listen to the turning tide
Listen to the murmurs, carry them inside you
til we’re on the other side
In the breaking light
- “The Breaking Light” by Vienna Teng

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anghraine: a cropped image of the official art for the mesmer class in the original guild wars game (mesmer (guild wars))
[personal profile] anghraine
So, one of the major inspirations of a major location in my original novel is the Catacombs of pre-Searing Ascalon in Guild Wars: Prophecies, which seem fairly dreary at first (as might be expected!) only for you to discover beams of light filtering through the more ruinous sections, and then areas that are just really mysterious or cool, and then awesome "secret" areas. I wanted to see if I could capture that first experience of going into the Catacombs because you have to, ho hum, that underground dreary quality -> oh there are actually some cool oddities -> WHOA of playing as a teenager.

Screenshots don't really capture the whole experience (especially of the bridge; from a better angle you can see that the bones beneath the latticework are gigantic curved ribs, probably of a dragon or something comparable that goes completely unexplained). Still:







anghraine: a woman with short black hair (gwen thackeray from guild wars 2) casts a spell with pink/purple light (gwen)
[personal profile] anghraine
I am, of course, referring to my beloved Guild Wars, which rewired my brain back in 2005. My family were early players via a friend of ours and have bought every expansion of every Guild Wars since we started figuring out GW(1) in pre-Searing Ascalon 21 years ago. And now there are actual updates again because the 20th anniversary was so successful last year—it's so fun to see tons of people in pre-Searing Ascalon City again, people chatting and figuring the game out again, etc ever since Reforged "came out". I just saw the anniversary announcement today: they're making GW1 playable on mobile(!!!!) this summer, something I have no desire to do ever and am deeply ambivalent about, but still vaguely support on the principle of doing more with GW1 than maintenance. And they've stuck to the basic principle of once you buy it, You Bought It Forever, even with the mobile game—it has no ads for people who already own GW1 but is F2P with ads if you don't.

Honestly, over 20 years of evading the subscription model for both a MMO-in-name-only in GW1 and the real deal in GW2 has earned a lot of affection beyond my emotional investment in the game and world itself. So I'm glad it's the one that I got obsessed with as a 19-year-old baby gamer. 

A taste of the opening of GW1 while I'm here, actually (open in a new tab for full size, if you want):







And here I'm playing with my parents last February to check out all the new updates, with my mother's character in white and mine in black:


starspray: maglor with a harp, his head tilted down and to the left (maglor)
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: T
Characters: Sons of Feanor, Elrond, Feanor, Daeron, various others
Warnings: n/a
Summary: After years in Lórien, Maglor and Maedhros are ready to return to their family and to make something new with their lives--but to move forward, all of Fëanor's sons must decide how, or if, they can ever reconcile with their father.
Note: This fic is a direct sequel to High in the Clean Blue Air.

AO3 / SWG

Prologue / Previous Chapter

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
- “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

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starspray: melian's heraldric device, pale white and darker blues (melian heraldry)
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Oh my god I'm posting the epilogue of A Hundred Miles Through the Desert tonight! It's coming in at just over 375k words which is wild and also serves me right for deciding I needed to do a weird POV-alternating pattern with eight POV characters. This fic and High in the Clean Blue Air have turned out to be some of the best fiction I've ever written and certainly my top two favorite fics--writing them has been really fun and really rewarding and also really cathartic in a lot of ways, and I can't believe it's almost over. Or at least, the major arc of the series plot--Maglor's story is ending, and I finished the prologue a little while ago and am very happy with it (aside from a few tweaks I need to make sometime later this evening). There's also From that Rubble that I've been working on which is just Desert all over again but from Feanor's perspective, including what he's doing off-screen, and featuring more Findis, Lalwen, and Fingolfin. 

There's also probably going to be other spin-off fics in this 'verse because I'm really not ready to let it all go. But it's moving down the priorities list, which is both nice and weird and sad all at once. 

Uhh what else. The asparagus is coming up! But we got hit with a very cold snap that included a freeze warning, so that killed some of the flowers that were blooming and also took out some of the asparagus stalks, but that's fine, there's a bunch more coming up. My peonies are also budding, which is very nice. And we had a red-headed woodpecker hang around the backyard on Friday! They're not usually found around here and I spotted him entirely by chance, so that was neat. Dad tried to get some good photos with his nice camera but there always seemed to be branches and things in the way. 

I made a marble cake the other day that turned out very nice. I'm next going to try this zebra cake which is basically the same thing but in an actual cake pan and with a stripy pattern to it rather than just dropping the batter in random blobs. 

Am still in a reading slump. If I could just. Finish a book? That would be great. I keep picking them up and even if I'm enjoying them I end up putting them down halfway through and just not picking them up again, and it's very annoying. I think in large part it's because most of my brain has been occupied with Desert, so maybe now that that's done I'll be able to focus on other things. 
starspray: a white rose bloom with raindrops on the petals (white rose)
[personal profile] starspray
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: T
Characters: Finwe, Original Characters
Warnings: (past) Character Death
Summary: In the dark woods near the Waters of Awakening, Finwë's brothers are taken. In Valinor, when the Trees wither, Finwë is slain. In the Fourth Age, things take place long thought impossible.
Note: 
This fic takes place in my meanwhile the world goes on 'verse, but can be read standalone. The last chapter will contain spoilers for the end of A Hundred Miles Through the Desert.

First Chapter / Next Chapter

Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
- “Will there really be a morning?” by Emily Dickinson

 

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starspray: maglor with a harp, his head tilted down and to the left (maglor)
[personal profile] starspray
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: T
Characters: Sons of Feanor, Elrond, Feanor, Daeron, various others
Warnings: n/a
Summary: After years in Lórien, Maglor and Maedhros are ready to return to their family and to make something new with their lives--but to move forward, all of Fëanor's sons must decide how, or if, they can ever reconcile with their father.
Note: This fic is a direct sequel to High in the Clean Blue Air.

Prologue / Previous Chapter / Epilogue

 

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