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Master List of Elizabeth Culmer's Fiction
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FANFICTION:

General Disclaimer: These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by other people and corporations. I make no money from this borrowing of intellectual property, and intend no copyright or trademark infringement.

Organization: This list is organized primarily by fandom; within each fandom, it's arranged first by associated story cycles and then by date. Word counts and writing dates are approximations.

Warning Policy: Any story with explicit sex or other potentially problematic content (mostly death, torture, or various forms of psychological, familial, or societal dysfunction) will be marked as such; otherwise all stories are equivalent to PG-13 at most -- i.e., there may be some darkness, violence, or mentions of sex, but it will either be off-page or non-explicit. I do not use any content rating system unless I am posting to a site or community that requires or encourages ratings, because I think movie-style ratings are counterintuitive when applied to written fiction, and because I have never found ratings particularly useful for anything other than denoting the presence of explicit sex, which I am already warning for.

Quality Rating System: I've marked my favorite stories with asterisks, on a scale of 1 to 4. The more asterisks, the more I like the story. This doesn't necessarily mean that stories without asterisks are bad, just that I don't like them as much. Also, I am not claiming to be an arbiter of taste; you may love stories I dislike, and vice versa. I am just providing a heads-up about the ones that I think are best written and/or most interesting.

Where To Read: What I post on my journal tends to be the equivalent of a beta draft. If I have cross-posted a story literally anywhere else, read the version that isn't on my journal. Versions on AO3 are definitive. If there is no AO3 version, read the ff.net version. If there is no ff.net version, read the FictionAlley version (only applicable for HP fic). Failing that, read the journal version, because that's the only one there is.

Harry Potter Fanfiction

Naruto Fanfiction

Angel Sanctuary Fanfiction

Chronicles of Narnia Fanfiction

Homestuck Fanfiction

Minor Fandom Fanfiction
(currently includes BtVS/A:tS, The Dark Is Rising, FF7: Mercverse AU, Inception, and Star Trek: AOS)

Miscellaneous Fanfiction
(currently includes American Gods, An Ash-Blonde Witch, Arthurian Mythology, Batman, the Bible, the Black Jewels series, the Bourne trilogy, Captain America, Code Geass, The Darkangel, Death Note, Enchanted Forest Chronicles, The Girl with the Silver Eyes, Glee, Gormenghast, Hexwood, The Homeward Bounders, Labyrinth, Lucifer, Merlin, Ranma 1/2, Rise of the Guardians, Sailor Moon, Saiyuki, Seaward, Wolf Hall, X-Men, and Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Crossover Fanfiction
(I do not cross-list crossovers under their component fandoms; this is the only place to find them)

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ORIGINAL FICTION:

These stories are all mine! *grin* I use the same warning policy and quality rating system as for my fanfiction.

All Original Fiction

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And just for my own reference: my Cotton Candy Bingo cards, for Round One and Round Two.
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This afternoon, in a fit of productivity, I sorted through one of the printer-paper boxes full of random stuff that I keep under my coffee table, and managed to get all the contents either recycled, thrown out, or filed somewhere at least vaguely more useful.

Then I took the box and weeded my bookshelves.

I tend not to do that more than once or twice a year, because it's a pain in the neck, but I had several new books waiting to be shelved and a bunch of others to which my sentimental attachment had finally worn thin enough for me to ditch them. All told, I ended the process with one whole shelf less of books, and a full box ready to leave the apartment.

I think I'll make a list of the books and see if the used book store downtown is interested in any of them. The rest will wind up at the Friends of the Library book sale.

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Sometimes I wish I'd been born fifteen or twenty years later, so that when I started acquiring books in a big way, I would have bought e-books. I really don't want to re-purchase books that I already own, but the physical storage space has been an annoyance for a long time. *sigh*
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Random post is random!

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1. Today is my second day of using men's antiperspirant/deodorant instead of women's stuff. I mean, when you can get a stick/tube that contains half again as much product for only two thirds of the price, why NOT switch to dude-branded stuff? Plus it's easier to avoid those annoying ~spring/powder/fresh~ scents that have infested women's deodorants to the point where I can't find unscented lady-branded products anymore.

(I already get enough residual scent from my shampoo and conditioner. I do not need more scents that will almost certainly clash with them.)

This was a natural second step since I'd already switched to dude-branded razors, as of not quite a year ago. The price differential there is even more ridiculous, and you can still get them with aloe or Vitamin E goop if you want. The only appreciable difference is that dude-branded razors are forest green instead of pink/gold/aqua, and the handle shape is strictly functional instead of ~attractively curved~ or whatever. I think the marketing gimmick is that the fancy handles "fit better into a woman's hand" or something, which is bullshit if you ask me.

Anyway, the dude-branded deodorant is working just fine -- in fact, it's working better than women's Secret and Dove brand deodorants have ever worked for me -- so any marketing hooey about "pH balanced for a woman" and related nonsense can bite my ass.

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2. Today I had a small adventure at church! One of the RE workshops this month is candlemaking, and the beeswax melted faster than the DRE expected, thereby setting off the fire alarms when it started to scorch and smoke in the pot. So Joan and I evacuated the kids in the library and huddled in the neighboring building's parking lot for a while, until the owner of the William Henry Miller Inn (a bed and breakfast across the street from my church) offered to let us sit in her parlor while the fire department verified that the church was safe.

There was a lingering smell of burnt wax all through the RE classrooms once we were allowed back into the church -- a bit like honey, a bit like roasted marshmallows, and a bit like a campfire -- but we were able to safely return to the library. The service itself got moved from the sanctuary to the second floor of the annex, and understandably ran over its scheduled end time.

So that was my morning. :-)

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3. Note to self: when a brownie mix says it should be baked in an 8 x 8 pan -- or a 9 x 9 pan at the outside -- do not bake the brownies in a 9 x 13 pan. They will come out very flat and weird, even if you cut the baking time by twenty minutes.

I have a second box of this particular mix. I think I will try cooking it in my big glass 8 x 7 baking dish. That may produce equally weird results, but at least they'll be weird in a new and exciting direction! *wry*
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I feel I should draw attention to the wonderful fills that have been written for my prompts, over at the Three Sentence Ficathon. So!

Homestuck, Terezi, unusual dragon hoards, filled by [livejournal.com profile] yabumi

Narnia, any, Mirror Universe, filled by a lovely anon

any, any, "It seemed like a good idea at the time.", filled three times, OMG
---filled for the Darkangel Trilogy, by [personal profile] minutia_r
---filled for Chronicles of Narnia, by a lovely anon
---filled for Star Wars, by [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake

A little dialogue-only continuation to my own MCU fill (Come In, She Said), by [personal profile] transposable_element

Naruto, Haruno Sakura, all medicines are poisons, filled by a lovely anon

Harry Potter, Ginny/Harry/Ron/Hermione, sedoretu, filled by [personal profile] angenoir

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I made three other prompts that are as yet unfilled. If you have any interest in Homestuck or The Dark Is Rising, why not consider writing a little something for one of them?

Homestuck, PM, delivering mail to Felt Mansion

The Dark Is Rising, Jane Drew, the Lost Land

The Dark Is Rising, Bran/Jane/Will, king, queen, and wizard
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Summary: "Let me make sure I've got this straight: your universe-jumping doohickey just happened to activate at the same moment Gamora caught the Tesseract, and that means she got zapped to wherever your lost crewmember is, and you wound up here instead?"

The leader of the teleporting trio -- blond, younger than Peter, suspiciously human looking for someone with that kind of technology -- glanced around at the rest of the Guardians, shrugged, and shoved his own mini-blaster back into its holster. "Yeah, pretty much."

Note: This ficlet was written on 2/21/15 for [personal profile] samparker, in response to the Three Sentence Ficathon prompt: Guardians Of The Galaxy/Star Trek: AOS, Peter/Jim, sarcastic boys with a soft side. It ended up as a companion piece to Rattle the Cage, a ficlet wherein Natasha Romanova discovers Gaila imprisoned in a HYDRA lab. I went this route because it let me set up a scenario for filling [personal profile] samparker's Gamora/Gaila prompt, and I am a semi-compulsive organizer of fictional worlds.

Following the Girl )

And now, onward to Gaila and Gamora! *writes busily*
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Here are six more fills from the current Three Sentence Ficathon, aka "My god, it's full of semicolons!" One of them is five sentences, but shush, at least I'm trying. (Two are also strict-form drabbles, because I just like drabbles, okay.)

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12. For [personal profile] jjhunter: Charlotte's Web, Charlotte A. Cavatica, PWC (penmanship to webmanship conversion), written 2/16/15.

Needs Must )

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13. For [personal profile] samparker: White Collar, El/Neal/Peter, Neal wants to submit but a previous Dom(me) ignored his safeword so he is understandably nervous, written 2/18/15.

Twice Shy )

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14. For [personal profile] rthstewart: Narnia/LotR, Galadriel, Jadis, the price of peace, written 2/20/15.

Negative Example )

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15. For [personal profile] snickfic: BtVS, Faith/Giles, daggers and sheaths, written 2/21/15.

Missed Connections )

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16. For [personal profile] alexseanchai: Sailor Moon Classic, Chibiusa, crown, written 2/21/15.

Rosebuds While Ye May )

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17. For [personal profile] isabelquinn: Narnia, any, Bism, written 2/21/15.

Further Down and Further In )

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I have one more (much longer) fill that I'm going to post separately because of Reasons. Technically it should be #15, but I'm calling it #18 to keep this post's numbering internally consistent.
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Some random thoughts about my time thus far at the hill office of Not the IRS:

cut for a vague attempt at discretion )

For my next job, I would like to work in an office without stressful employee feuds, please and thank you!
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I wrote and submitted the fourth and last essay of my economic history class today. (By which I mean Wednesday. It is still Wednesday until I go to bed.) Tomorrow or Friday I need to submit my "learning journal," which is basically a written collection of stuff I thought about during the course; it's part of the participation score. And then I will be done.

I find it amusing that out of four essay topics, I spent one essentially saying, "Your topic question is badly ambiguous, so I will start by defining how I use the two terms under discussion and go from there," and another saying, "A single event that dominated a country's economic history for eighty years? I don't think that's how history and economics work, so I will talk about a policy instead." (The former got me a really good score, incidentally. We shall see about the latter.)

Registration is now open for the March term. I need to look through the course catalog in an organized fashion and pick something to spend my next four months on. Because you know what? Learning is pretty fun.

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On a random note, I have enjoyed one of my current textbooks (The Age of Extremes) so much that I borrowed three other books by the same historian (Eric Hobsbawm) from my dad, who had them around in the basement. I'm not sure if he had them as background reference material for when he taught British history at Drew back before I was born, if he had them as background reference material for the social conditions in which the history of science and technology occurred, or if he had them just because they're a good collective general history of the long 19th century, a concept Hobsbawm seems to have originated.

So that's something I'm going to be reading in the near future. :-)
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I am on the Red Cross mailing list, mostly because they know when I am eligible to donate blood again and start sending me pointed reminder emails; this is simpler than keeping track of the weeks myself. But it does mean I get some weird junk mail in the meantime.

Some mailings are nice! For instance, I now know that my latest donation was shipped to Manassas, VA, where some hospital was apparently short of O-positive. That's an effective, tangible piece of "you made a difference!" feedback.

Other mailings are weirder. Like, today they wanted me to persuade students to become "student leaders" -- i.e., to persuade other students to donate blood during the non-summer months, since students are apparently a highly seasonally-affected donor group -- in return for a scholarship and a gift card. Um, no. That is not the kind of volunteer work I am remotely good at. You want someone to organize your filing system for free? Sure. But don't make me talk to people, let alone try to sell them on anything.

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Hey, if you're eligible, go donate blood. *wry*
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The plan was for my parents to arrive around 12:30pm on Sunday, after which we'd do lunch, possibly visit Six Mile Creek vineyard, and then head to the concert. This fell by the wayside on account of weather -- the wind was fierce, the temperature never even reached 3F, and the roads between New Jersey and Ithaca were in rather iffy condition. In other words, they arrived late.

I was going to staff the church library in the morning -- which is henceforth going to be a slightly more complicated job, since the DRE and her assistant have decided we ought to open the session with a chalice lighting even though the library is not a workshop or class, as such. But church was canceled, again on account of weather. So I went back to bed and slept an extra two hours. Yay sleep!

We spent the afternoon eating a sort of snack/lunch thing -- cheese, sausage, and crackers -- and going through a bunch of stuff Mom and Dad brought up to see if I wanted or if they should donate it to a church garage sale (either theirs or mine). Then we dressed up slightly and went to the concert at 4pm.

This was one of the Cayuga Chamber Orchestra's chamber music series. They performed three pieces: J. S. Bach's Sonata in B Minor for Flute and Harpsichord (BWV 1030); Lou Harrison's Varied Trio for Percussion, Violin, and Piano; and Antonín Dvořák's String Quartet No. 12 in F Major, Op 96 "American".

The Bach was beautiful, to nobody's surprise, though I think the flutist should have stood beside the harpsichord rather than in front of it, to help balance their relative decibel levels.

The Harrison trio was absolutely fascinating. Harrison is a modern-ish composer -- he died in 2003 -- but unlike a lot of modern composers, he actually bothered to write melodies. I mean, the trio is experimental as all get out, and one gets the impression some of it may have been written from a "you don't think I can do this? well I'll show you!" attitude, but it's by turns gorgeous and infectious and I actively enjoyed it rather than sort of intellectually appreciating it, which has been my usual best-case reaction to most post-WWII classical music. Anyway, the piano is played somewhat as an actual percussion instrument -- the pianist had a soft-head drumstick and knocked the wooden frame in specified places, and also played some notes by physically reaching into the instrument and plucking strings with her fingers. The violinist spent one movement doing nothing but finger-plucking a single four-note phrase for occasional emphasis. And the percussion... well, the first and third movements involve a vibraphone. The second involves porcelain rice bowls of various pitches played with chopsticks. And the fifth movement starts with two drums and two tambourines and moves on to a set of baking pans. And it works.

(Here's a YouTube link to a performance by the Abel-Steinberg-Winant Trio if you want to hear for yourself. I think the CCO's version was better -- it felt more alive -- despite the longer delays between movements that are inherent to live performances.)

The Dvořák quartet was nice but didn't really grab me the way his String Quintet in G (Op 77) did, which I heard performed by the Finger Lakes Chamber Ensemble in June 2014. Mom wasn't fond of that quintet but liked the "American" quartet very much, which amuses me.

After the concert, we stopped by my apartment to feed and walk Dottie, then drove into town to eat dinner at Coltivare, a new restaurant associated with TC3, the local community college. I had the focaccia of the day (mozzarella, onion, and grilled red pepper) and then clams over toasted cappellini; Mom had the artisanal salad and then the duck breast; and Dad had the soup of the day (champagne Parmesan) and the fish of the day (salmon). We came home for dessert, which was Kirschkuchen, followed by champagne cocktails while I opened presents. These included some cooking wine, some cookies, and three boxes of brownie mix. I am quite well supplied on the desert front. :-)

Dottie stayed with me overnight, and either one of her snacks or the ointment Mom smeared on a raw spot near her nose disagreed with her, because sometime between 3am and 8am she barfed on the carpet of my computer room and deposited some very gooey poop on my kitchen floor. :-( I got that cleaned up fairly well, though, and she seemed fine from breakfast onward.

Mom and Dad arrived back at my apartment around 9:15am, whereupon we went to Friendly's for breakfast (I had a coupon) and then crossed the street to Tops so I could do my weekly grocery shopping and they could buy gas. They hit the road at about 11:30am and arrived back in Madison around 4pm. Victory is ours!

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