Odd fragment of a Greek myth science fantasy, originally written for a prompt of ‘immanence’. To warn, I’m working almost entirely off Wikipedia for the mythology and the Greek terminology, so apologies in advance.

Title: Talaris
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Talaris
Characters/Pairings: Hermes, Helios, humanity
Summary: At the dawn of a new era, beyond what even gods know, Hermes and Helios stand on a space station to watch humanity's first FTL spaceship prepare for her maiden voyage. And Hermes, at least, prepares to join her
Wordcount: 1800
Warnings/Notes: Science fantasy, mythology, gods, humanity, outer space, FTL travel, experimentation, exploration, hope, fear, future
Disclaimer: the gods aren't mine

Talaris )
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( Oct. 20th, 2015 08:27 pm)
I went on a mild Roddy McDowall kick following Legend of Hell House (in between my ghost story kick, I mean), and I ended up watching all 10 episodes of a cancelled 70s show called The Fantastic Journey (said 10 episodes being here on youtube).

It is ... It's kind of amazingly shite, like throw the worst episodes of Trek TOS, Blake's 7 and Logan's Run together, that kind of shite, and the special effects are gloriously terrible when they're not just terrible-terrible instead (there is one episode, it's damn near actually good, except for a truly dire 'spectral voice' effect for one possessed character that had me going WHY?! at the screen every time he opened his mouth). A bunch of people whose ships/spaceships/aircraft disappeared in places like the Bermuda Triangle end up on a strange interdimensional island divided into separate time periods, and try to figure out a way back off again. The main cast include a telepathic guy from the future, a young doctor from the 70s, a scientist's kid played by Ike Eisenmann, and then later a telepathic Atlantean/alien lady and Roddy McDowall's 60s 'rebel scientist' who starts out as a villain. The plots are a bit hackneyed, the characterisation wobbles around the place for a couple of characters, the cast switched around more than once in only ten episodes, and as stated previously the special effects vary from cheesy-bad to actual dire.

... I sort of love it. Which is bad, because there is ZERO fanfic, and I want some. Particularly, and I'm sorry to be cliched about it, but I kind of want Fred/Jonathan slash (they've a bit of Spock/McCoy vibe, okay?), and maybe Jonathan/Varian fallout from that Funhouse episode. It's not likely to happen, however :(

This is the problem with discovering old TV shows. It really is. Heh.
Again, written for the Obscure & British Commentfest 2015. The prompt wanted Other Elements from S&S. I thought that Bismuth might be cool: Symbol [Bi], diamagnetic (meaning can levitate in a magnetic field), low thermal conductivity (insulator), beside Lead in the periodic table, silver-white but oxidises with a spectacular multi-hued iridescent sheen. So. Lead's punk-styled void-travelling sister (levitation + insulation = telekinetic spaceship)? That works, right?

I also figured I'd put it as a solution to Assignment #6, because why not?

Title: A Happy Irregularity
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sapphire and Steel
Characters/Pairings: Steel, Sapphire, Silver, Bismuth (OC). Primarily Steel & Sapphire & Silver, with Lead & Bismuth siblinghood mentioned
Summary: Better late than never. In the aftermath of Assignment #6, Silver comes to the rescue, with a little help
Wordcount: 812
Warnings/Notes: Rescue fic, fix-it (spoilers) for Assignment #6, other S&S elements
Disclaimer: Not mine

icarus_chained: lurid original bookcover for fantomas, cropped (Solar Plane)
( Jul. 30th, 2014 09:23 pm)
Um. This literally popped into my head in the past two days, because someone described a spaceship as a 'cathedral ship' and something pinged in my brain. This is, essentially, sort of a combination of the worldbuilding from 'Space Electric' and 'Wind at Midnight', combined with random elements from every space opera I've ever seen, with some cyberpunk thrown in for good measure. Ah. My apologies in advance.

Title: The Long Dark
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Aeterna Nema
Characters/Pairings: Diona, Ebsin, Tielfin, Alial, Aban, Kallik, Iena, Sahvis, Mateo. Diona/Ebsin (F/F)
Summary: Sent ahead of an exiled cityship seven million souls strong, the crew of the nine-man aethership Voidsong trace the edge of the intergalactic void in search of a safe path, and stumble across a lone and powerful sentinel keeping watch against the dark
Wordcount: 8325
Warnings/Notes: Ah. Space Opera, Science Fantasy, Soft Sci-Fi, Exile, Diaspora, Transhumanism, Alien Tech, First Contact, Failed First Contact, Space Battles, Psychic Powers, Combat Telepathy, Comrades-in-Arms, Femslash, Intergalactic Space
Claimer: Very much mine

I've been reading both the Honor Harrington series by David Weber and the Girl Genius webcomic by the Foglios of late, and it's become increasingly apparent that there are certain character types that inherantly appeal to me.

To whit: )


I've mostly caught up with Girl Genius (and read an awesome canon-divergent AU where Barry works with Klaus instead of against him back in the early days of the Empire), but I'm missing large chunks of the middle of the HH series. I've read most of the early books, several of the latest ones, and most of the Torch and Talbott subseries, but the middle books of the main series I've still got a catch up on. I've found most of them online, though, Baen free books, so it shouldn't be too much trouble :)

Apparently, summer is for reading, if not necessarily what you thought you would be.
Originally for a prompt on [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic that went sideways on me. Essentially what happens when I throw Norse Mythology, the Terminator, time travel, magical robots, and a prompt of 'Tony/Loki: fire and ice' in a blender with added Jane Foster. Um. Results may be questionable at best? My apologies in advance -_-;

Title: Ginnungagap
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Characters/Pairings: Tony Stark, Loki, Jane Foster, Hel. Tony/Loki/Jane
Summary: In a dark future, in a galaxy overrun by unstoppable alien invaders, Tony, Loki and Jane are the last remnants of the resistance. Huddled in a cave on a distant world, they ready themselves to throw magic and science into a last desperate act of vengeance, and a faint hope for the survival of some other world. Or, an engineer, an astrophysicist and an alien magician at the end of the galactic rope, and ready to strike back.
Wordcount: 2189
Warnings/Notes: Dystopian AU Futurefic, with time travel, galactic conquest, love/hate, relationships formed in the face of certain death, AIs, golems and vengeance -_-;
Disclaimer: Not mine

Okay. This is some musing, partially based on fiction and partially on personal experience, about how we fundamentally view the world and how that affects how we then interact with it. It's sort of a meta, but probably too personal to really qualify. It's been a long time coming, because I've been trying to figure out how to SAY it for ... well, approximately three or four years? *shrugs sheepishly*

I apologise in advance if it makes exactly zero sense.

For a prompt on [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic.

The Spinners in the Stars

There are goblins out there. Out amidst the void, in the eddies of the angel-tides between stars, their gnarled limbs curled in the dark hollows of the universe. Crooked things, faceless in the darkness, giggling soundlessly at their own malevolence. In the long watches of eternity, in those hollow spaces where the light is thin and sound is vanished and mortals huddle in their curved shells of metal and mineral against the emptiness, there are there goblins.

And the goblins are evil things. They are the spinners in the stars, the spiders in the web of ages, the pluckers and pullers of threads that shape all worlds between them. They will take from you. They might pluck from you a moment, a year, a lifetime. They might steal across stellar tides and take from you a tithe, all unbidden. While you drift, shipwrecked and strained between their whirlpools, they might reach across the emptiness and wrap long, spindled fingers about your craft, peel it gently open as a mortal might peel an egg and peer curiously and gleefully into its confines while you bleed air and force and life out into the void. They are the takers of things, and the stealers of things, and they hold all the blank and willful malice of ancient children.

But they are the makers of things, too. Ever evil, always evil, but they are not without purpose, no. They are the spinners in the stars. They are the weavers, the music-makers, the harpists who play sweet and terrible songs across the warp and weft of universes. They are the singers in the darkness and the warpers of mortal fate. They are the gods, and the demons, and the remorseless forces of empty universes, and they are useful. These goblins, these faceless things. Oh, but oh, they are useful.

They might take from you a tithe. But if asked, if pled with, if their whim allows it, they might create for you a gift, either. Great are the gifts of gods, and greater the gifts of goblins, this has ever been true. They might grant madness, or inspiration. They might steal hope, or fear. They might tear open, or rebuild, bone by bone, flesh by flesh, shell by shell, until none may stand in the path of what they create. They might break you, or they might spare you, or they might make you, as never you were made before. They might, by whim or by chance or by pity, for one frail moment, be moved to offer you a gift.

Watch for them. Watch for goblins in the spaces between stars. Watch for the gnarled limbs, and the emptiness where ought to be a face. Watch for the cloak of void that moves, suddenly, in the eddies of vast tides, and grants to you a glimpse of the spindled thing beneath it. Watch for long fingers weaving warp and weft of emptiness, the flash of woven void that is not, no matter how it seems, a natural thing at all. In the hollows and the silence, in the darkness and void, be watchful, be ever watchful, for that abyss that will be looked into, and look back.

The universe is dark and deep, moved by the tides of stars and angels, drifting along the skein of infinity. The universe is sweet, and terrible, and full of soundless singing. And in it, in the hollows of it, watching you as you sail past in huddled shells, there are the goblins.

Watching you, ever and always, are the spinners in the stars.
icarus_chained: lurid original bookcover for fantomas, cropped (Nebula)
( Dec. 9th, 2012 03:04 am)
It's 3:00 am, and I've just finished The Vor Game. Um. One word. Gregor. Are all the Vor certified lunatics? I ask only out of interest. *grins faintly*

Now, I am going to bed. And tomorrow, at perhaps a slightly more sedate pace, I think I'll switch to Shards of Honour. *smiles ruefully* But yes, oh yes, I do approve of this series. *grins*
icarus_chained: lurid original bookcover for fantomas, cropped (Nebula)
( Dec. 8th, 2012 02:52 am)
Okay. So I just blitzed through Warrior's Apprentice, which seems appropriate since I don't think anyone took so much as a spare breath that entire novel. Overall impression? *grins giddily* Miles is a lunatic. I love him. *grabby hands* Yes, I'll have the rest of this now. Yes, oh yes.

Seriously, there is improvisation, and then there's this. Lunatic. So much. And I haven't even really met anyone else yet.

Yes. So. I approve, and will search out the rest of this series forthwith! *grins*
icarus_chained: lurid original bookcover for fantomas, cropped (Aurin)
( Dec. 6th, 2012 12:29 am)
*rubs eyes* I think I'll leave the rest of the character meme until tomorrow, if no-one minds? I suspect I'm tiring rapidly. *grins sheepishly*

Before I go, a completely unrelated question. I know I've asked before, and people have answered before, but allowing that I'm absentminded and prone to losing things ...

If one was looking to start reading the Vorkosigan Saga, Lois McMaster Bujold, where would one start? In terms of what order to read them in, I mean. I may have to scrounge for them, so knowing which ones to look for first would be ... very helpful, yes? *grins sheepishly*

So. Any suggestions?
*muses* You know, since I'm writing a crap tonne of AI stories lately, it occurred to me that I maybe oughta make something clear. It probably explains my approach to the concept a little:

I absolutely hate the concept of Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics. They actually horrify me, on a base level.

That ... was possibly more vehement than it should be. *shrugs sheepishly* I can't help it. They reach inside me and STAND on several very big, very bad buttons for me. Um. Allow me to explain?

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