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Master List of Elizabeth Culmer's Fiction


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, 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, 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)



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

All Original Fiction


And just for my own reference: my Cotton Candy Bingo cards, for Round One and Round Two.
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I am writing this one day after the fact, but oh well, so it goes.

My flight from Bemidji left at 12:30ish, so Mom, Dad, and I left the island at 10:45 so as to reach the airport in plenty of time. Bemidji is a very dinky airport, but their staff are very, shall we say, careful, so getting through security takes a while. I suspect this may be because they are such a dinky airport. The Ithaca airport, for all its tiny size, gets a fair amount of traffic -- it is served by THREE airlines! *gasp shock awe* -- and so their staff are a lot more practiced and efficient.

I had a three-hour layover in the Twin Cities, during which I ate lunch, did a couple crosswords, and read a chunk of The Iroquois by Dean R. Snow. (I have been on a local history kick lately.) Then, right after I boarded the plane to Detroit, the captain announced that a line of thunderstorms was moving over Detroit, which meant planes currently in the air couldn't land, which meant planes currently on the ground but intending to head for Detroit weren't allowed to take off; this is, I believe, known as a ground stop. Anyway, we sat at the gate for about 45 minutes, and ended up taking off almost exactly one hour late.

I had a scheduled two-hour layover in Detroit (which is more like one and a half, really, since layovers are counted with reference to departure time rather than boarding time), so even after losing an hour to the weather I still had time to run and grab some dinner -- a bacon cheeseburger with grilled onions and pickles, from Fuddruckers, mmmmmm -- and make it to my assigned gate with fifteen minutes to spare. The flight into Ithaca was smooth and on time, and my suitcase (which I had voluntarily checked in the Twin Cities, since the flight was full and they didn't have enough room in the overhead compartments) was waiting for me at baggage claim.

Then I discovered my car battery was dead.


Fortunately the guy staffing the parking lot ticket payment booth was just about to get off-shift, and he offered to give me a jump-start. I got my jumper cables out, he duly drove over and fastened them (and now I know how to do that myself in the hopefully unlikely event of another dead battery), and got me going again. I then spent over half an hour driving randomly around the greater Ithaca area, to make sure I got the battery recharged enough to be able to start the car again today. (I haven't checked that yet, but I need to go buy groceries this afternoon or evening, so fingers crossed!)

I think what happened is that when I parked, I turned on one of the auxiliary ceiling lights by the rear-view mirror to make sure I hadn't left anything in the car. Then I forgot to turn it off and didn't notice the light since it's pretty faint and I was parked close to a street-light. But even a small, faint light bulb will drain a car battery over the course of a week, so whoops.


In other news, all my peppers survived my absence! Actually -- and this is the really crazy part -- I seem to have more peppers than when I left. Last week I took the bitten-off top half of the much-abused pepper my mom brought me and stuck its stem into the empty pot that used to hold a completely uprooted pepper. And I think it has grown new roots! At any rate, its leaves are all still green and healthy-looking rather than wilted and shriveled, so I'm pretty sure it's been getting water and nutrients from somewhere, and it is sitting upright in a patch of soil, so... we'll see!
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This is some background noodling for a fantasy story I've been fiddling with. It includes some elements of "Sleeping Beauty," but that's mostly just a pretext for a larger story. The plot is also an excuse to include a bunch of my narrative kinks, like absolute power (magical and/or political), restraint and use of power, the ethics of power, swordfighting, messy battle scenes, dreamwalking, people finding loopholes in carelessly worded curses, devotion, the logical implications of magic, complicated political maneuvering, shifting power dynamics in relationships, royals who actually do things, found family, etc. And a lesbian romance which starts with Character A older than Character B but ends up with Character B older than Character A, because of reasons. Oh, did I mention it's girls and women doing most of the magic and swordfighting and politics and leading people into battles? Because yeah.

I have the two main characters and a rough outline through about 2/3 of the plot, but the world-building is still sadly vague, and the final 1/3 of the plot is at the "and then war! and politics! and magic! what do you mean I need details and closure?" stage, so I need to sort out a whole bunch of things before I start writing, so the story I begin will match the story I end.

But anyway, background noodling! (325 words)

The Coming of the Queen )


Look, original fiction! Granted, it's tiny and more of a promissory note to myself than anything else, but still. Original fiction! \o/
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On Friday at Tutto Bene, I got some tea to go with dessert. Let me tell you about this tea.

It is a brand called Mighty Leaf, and the particular blend is Organic Breakfast.

The front proclaims, underneath the blend name, that it contains Artisan Whole Leaf Pouch * Black Tea * Caffeine.

On the back, first we have some generic blend babble/brewing instructions: A robust, wide-awake blend of organic black tea leaves. Our take on the classic English Breakfast is serene contemplation from dawn to dusk. Brew time 4 minutes.

Then there is a little infographic box about the Mighty Leaf brand in general, entitled "Magic of the Mighty Leaf": Since ancient times, a freshly brewed pot filled with whole teas leaves has been revered as the richest in character. Today we proudly continue the tradition. Our handcrafted silken biodegradable pouches are packed with our artisan blends of whole tea leaves, fruits, herbs, spices and flavors too big for ordinary tea bags. Enjoy the liberation of pure tea goodness and rediscover the pleasure of the way tea was naturally meant to be.




Okay then!
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We had oatmeal for breakfast today. Mom likes to add dried fruit as she cooks it, so there were craisins and dried apricots mixed in; this adds extra deliciousness. :-)

A thunderstorm ambled through between 7 and 8am, and the rain continued off and on until about 10am, but there were several clear hours in the early afternoon so we (Dad, Mom, Dottie, and I) went for a moderately long walk around 1pm. We went to the south shore and walked all the way to the campground, then cut inland. We decided not to go all the way to Windigo, since the path along the southeastern edge is very overgrown and swampy this year (like the part by the east portage was before Dad and I fixed it), so we came home more directly through the forest. The wind today was mostly from the south or southeast, so we had a nice breeze in the first half of the walk, but the interior of the forest was very still and too humid for Mom's comfort.

We did some chores upon returning home: vacuuming and laundry, mostly. I took a nap from about 3:30pm to 5pm, during which another, bigger thunderstorm (or maybe a chain of small ones?) hit us. There is no real insulation in the cabin, half the walls are made of windows, and the ceilings are quite low, so the sound of falling rain is loud and clear. I find it soothing.

After dinner Mom and I finished a couple more crosswords and played a round of Bananagrams, which she won as her final draw letter was an M, which is a lot easier to play than my final draw of Z. *wry*

I have printed my boarding passes for tomorrow and am partially packed. Mostly I am waiting for one pair of pants to finish drying, and of course for all the stuff I need to use in my morning routines, to say nothing of the laptop on which I am typing these words. But everything is folded and ready to put into the relevant bags, so the actual packing should not take more than five minutes.

And that is pretty much that.
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Summary: Dave and Rose meet in person at the start of the doomed timeline.

Note: I'm not sure why this turned into a dialogue-only ficlet, nor why it insisted on being actual dialogue rather than a chatlog, but you write the story that wants to be written. The title is from "Comment," a poem by Dorothy Parker. (875 words)

[ETA: The slightly revised final version is now up on AO3!]

A Medley of Extemporanea )


That was not remotely what I meant to write for this prompt, but hey, words! On a page! In semi-coherent order! So, you know, I'll take it. *wry*
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I set my alarm for 8:30am, to make sure I got up and fed the dog at a reasonable time, but I ended up waking at 8am because my feet were freezing. The temperature dropped into the fifties overnight, and the wind continued to be fairly strong -- it just swung from east-northeast to east-southeast. I got up to close a bunch of windows, and figured I might as well feed the dog then. I also let her out on a leash to pee, though I didn't take her for a walk since it was raining steadily, and chilly rain is miserable, particularly in a forest.

I went back to bed and got up for real shortly after 9:30am, at which point I dressed in yesterday's clothes, put on one of Dad's cruddy cabin jackets, and took Dottie for a short loop walk. (It had stopped raining, but the forest was still dripping incessantly.) Then I showered, ate breakfast, and spent the morning online and finishing Anna Karenina. Victory is mine!

I took Dottie for a second walk around 1pm, dropping the second dock board on the northern muddy patch of the Windigo trail as we went. I split some more logs when we returned home, and then quite sensibly spent the rest of the afternoon indoors.

I like gray rainy days when I have nothing to do and nowhere to be. They make me tired, both physically and mentally, but sometimes it's nice to have an excuse to sit around and think about existential things. And the final chapters of Anna Karenina are useful in that sense, since I find a bunch of Tolstoy's themes worth arguing. I mean, yes, we are bubbles of insignificance in the vast cosmos, here for no reason whatsoever. So what? That just means life can mean whatever we want it to mean. And really, if you think people can't be kind and do good without reference to an overarching god, what does that say about you? I think reason is not selfish -- or if it is, it's just reason that hasn't thought far enough. It is better for you, not just everyone else, to establish fair and just systems, since nobody can ever be top dog all the time, and the golden rule is sort of preemptive self-defense from some perspectives, regardless of any emotional/spiritual impulse toward fairness.

(I hear that after writing Anna Karenina Tolstoy only got MORE didactic. Since I already find his particular brand of didacticism annoying, I think I should not read any of his later works.)

Anyway, Mom and Dad returned to the island around 6:45pm, and we ate dinner around 7:30pm. Dad's reunion was fine, but not as well-organized as it should have been. (The venue was slightly too small for the number of attendees, so it was difficult to move around and find people he used to know.) I don't think we have any specific plans for Monday, though Mom has said she doesn't want to leave the island. That is fine with me. :-)
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Mom and Dad left for the Twin Cities at 9:30 this morning, leaving me and Dottie on our own. I have been spending a bunch of time online, and have also gotten into part 8 of Anna Karenina -- I have about 40 pages left of a 820-page edition.

I walked Dottie twice. The first time, shortly after noon, was really two walks. You see, she mopes when her people are away, and one symptom of this is sitting down and refusing to move. So I had to bodily carry her out to the powerline slashing, set her down, and start running, which is enough of a jolt to overcome her resistance. Once you get past that initial balking, she's almost always fine and enthusiastic. So I took her through a short loop trail, and then when we got back to the cabin, instead of going in, I grabbed one of the remaining dock boards and got Dottie to accompany me on the Windigo east portage loop trail so I could lay the last board on the southern muddy patch of the path.

I walked her a second time at about 5:30pm, again on the east portage loop, and dropped the first of two boards on the northern muddy patch. And I walked her one last time, just now -- a tiny walk back to the slashing, north past three cabins, and back home -- so she had a chance to pee if she wanted.

In between walks and reading, I split a bunch of logs. I have nearly finished the small pile of pine logs. There are two that were too long for the mechanical splitter, which I may split manually with a wedge and sledgehammer tomorrow. The rest of that stack is stuff that's too skinny to bother splitting. I have also split several logs from another woodpile, but that one is much larger and I doubt I will finish it this year.

I ate cold cereal for breakfast, my leftover pizza for lunch, some ham and crackers for a late afternoon snack, and Dad's leftover salmon for dinner.

Yesterday was dead calm and hot. It got humid overnight, but today the wind has picked up and it's dried out through the afternoon and evening. I have turned off all the fans and closed a few windows, and I may close a few more before I go to bed.

And that has been my day. Very quiet, very calm. :-)
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On Thursday I did nothing much: went with Mom to take Dottie on a walk in the early afternoon, and goofed around in the lake for a while. I am in pretty good shape as far as walking goes, but that's only one kind of exercise and I discovered that as far as swimming goes... I am VERY out of shape. I should work on that, or at least incorporate some other activities into my "pretend I am a vaguely active person" regime.

At 5:30pm, we went to the Shaws' cabin for what was billed as conversation and snacks, but ended up including enough food that it counted as a filling dinner. Mmmm. I chatted with an island resident who was interested in my job search (she is a former HR person, so it's kind of her field) so perhaps something will come of that. Or perhaps not. Who knows!

Today we had pancakes and bacon for breakfast (yesterday was English muffins and soft-boiled eggs, FYI), after which Dad and I carted two old and slightly worn/rotted dock boards to the muddy, swampy parts of the Lake Windigo path and dropped them to bridge the worst of the muck. There are three remaining boards, which I will attempt to position over the weekend while Mom and Dad are in the Twin Cities for Dad's 50th high school reunion. I figure I can just walk Dottie on a set loop and carry one board each time.

Tonight we took the boat over to the mainland and drove to Bemidji to mail some letters, do a little shopping, and eat out for dinner. We went to Tutto Bene, which has changed owners and revamped its menu and general presentation over the last couple years. It's a touch expensive, perhaps, but the food is VERY good. The chefs are confident enough that there is no salt or pepper provided on the tables... and you don't need any, either, because the food is good enough to stand as-is. :-) I got the pizza of the day -- which was pepperoni, pesto, gorgonzola, asparagus, red onion, and arugula, on a thin, hard crust -- and then had the calamari appetizer as my entree. It's not a typical American calamari. There was no breading, and the squid pieces are served on top of polenta with olive tapenade and some scallions. It is also delicious, and just the right size to produce no leftovers. (I did bring half the pizza home, and will probably eat it for lunch tomorrow.) Mom got a salad with cucumber, avocado, and greens, and then a hangar steak with king oyster mushrooms, cooked greens, and interesting mashed potatoes. Dad had the soup of the day -- Tuscan-style vegetable, with a tomato base and contents that included local yellow squash -- and then the fish of the day, which was white Alaskan salmon served with grilled cherry tomatoes and... some other stuff I can't remember.

(I am not sure why I report restaurant meals in such detail. I suspect it may be because they are the kind of thing Mom tends to remember and use as reference points, the same way she remembers details of hotels and motels we have stayed at. So I am creating a cheat sheet to help me say, "Yes, I know what you are talking about" when she brings up a past meal, instead of giving her a blank stare and saying, "We ate food?")

Anyway, topic change! I tend to use my vacations to read Notable Books that are part of the general Western literary canon. This has seen me through Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment, The Brothers Karamazov, The Idiot, and The Possessed; Victor Hugo's Les Misérables and The Hunchback of Notre Dame; and a couple other projects. This summer, I have, for the third year in a row, set myself the goal of finishing Anna Karenina. (Last year I got distracted by Wolf Hall, so I have no regrets.) I am in part 7 of 8 parts, and probably in the final eighth of the book by page count, so the end is in sight!

Maybe next year I will take another stab at War and Peace, which defeated me handily several years back and which I have yet to work up the mental oomph to tackle a second time. :-)
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Greetings from Minnesota!

My trip went fairly well, all things considered. We were late leaving Ithaca on Tuesday morning because the plane was slightly overweight and had to burn fuel for several minutes before the air traffic controllers would let it take off. Then we had to taxi for what seemed like forever after landing in Detroit, which meant I had an incredibly tight connection and basically ran through the airport from one gate to the other. Fortunately I know the Detroit airport pretty well by now, so I didn't waste any time trying to figure out which way I needed to go. I reached the Twin Cities a bit ahead of schedule and had a two hour layover there, and reached Bemidji slightly early as well, whereupon I met Mom and Dad, we drove to Cass Lake, and headed out to Star Island.

I spent the afternoon alternately doing crosswords (with participation from Mom) and taking a much-needed nap. Dinner was corned beef (with carrots, onions, and potatoes) and green salad. After dinner we did more crosswords, I got my laptop set up and connected to the cabin's wireless network, and went to bed around 1:30am.

Today (because it is still Wednesday by Central Daylight Time, even though my journal and computer are still set to Eastern Daylight Time) I got up at 9:30am, had some cereal for breakfast, and then Dad and I headed out to do trail maintenance at noon. This is a very high water year, so portions of the path around the east shore of Lake Windigo (the lake within Star Island) are extremely swampy/muddy, and the boardwalk section was soaked and unable to dry because of overhanging grasses. So we cut a LOT of shrubbery and grass, scraped mud and moss off the boards, and generally created a clear path where before there had been only a faint and overgrown memory of a trail. Tomorrow or Friday we will carry down some old dock boards to lay across the worst mud patches, and Dad will probably bring some weedkiller to spray on the patches of poison ivy he identified. (Dad is hypersensitive to poison ivy, so he wages a one-man war on the stuff every summer. Mom is not sensitive to poison ivy at all, and so far as Vicky and I can tell, we inherited Mom's reaction instead of Dad's... though any time we got remotely close to the stuff as kids, Dad swooped in and immediately washed the suspected area of contact, so it's not like we have hard proof either way. *wry*)

Mom and Dad headed in to Bemidji to buy some clothes and groceries in the afternoon, leaving me and Dottie (their dog) to our own devices. I worked on another crossword puzzle and surfed the web a bit, in between bouts of sitting outside with Dottie and watching red squirrels and passing motor boats. They returned around 5:30pm, at which point we promptly began preparing dinner -- steak, corn on the cob, and another green salad. After dinner we headed down to visit the Belts, since they had invited us to a game night. We talked a while, and then played Farkle, which is a dice game where the person who gets the most points over 10,000 wins. I came second.

I can hear waves lapping against the shore as I type. The wind has swung toward the east and picked up after dark, and it's rustling busily through the trees. It's funny how I live most of my life away from the lake, but these sounds don't feel strange. They feel like home.

And now I am going to read for a while before going to bed. :-)

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