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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 writing date. Word counts and writing dates are approximations.

Content/Warning Policy: 1) I am not consistent about warnings! I use them when I remember, for a few relatively broad categories of potentially problematic content, but if something is off-page, non-explicit, or generally backgrounded, I probably won't think to note it in the metadata. Read at your own risk! 2) The things I try to warn for are explicit sex, rape, murder, torture, cannibalism, incest, depression/suicide, familial dysfunction, and occasionally also societal dysfunction (aka dystopia). Sometimes I just slap a general content warning on all my fic for a given fandom and don't label each individual fic. I also don't generally warn for violence, unless the violence in a fic is dramatically out-of-step with the violence in its source canon. 3) I don't use any content rating system unless I'm posting to a site or community that requires or encourages ratings, because I find movie-style ratings counter-intuitive when applied to written fiction, and not particularly useful for anything other than denoting the presence of explicit sex, which I already note in the metadata.

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 (except Tumblr; fic content there is just a mirror of fic content here), 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

MCU fanfic (assorted)

Minor Fandom Fanfiction
(currently includes BtVS/A:tS, The Dark Is Rising, the Darkangel trilogy, Enchanted Forest Chronicles, 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, Charlotte's Web, Code Geass, Death Note, Discworld, Doctor Who, Girl Genius, The Girl with the Silver Eyes, Glee, Gormenghast, Hamilton, Hexwood, The Homeward Bounders, Howl's Moving Castle, Labyrinth, Lord of the Rings, Lucifer (comics), Mad Max: Fury Road, Merlin, the Oz books, Ranma 1/2, Rise of the Guardians, Sailor Moon, Saiyuki, Seaward, Shakespeare, Star Wars, Tam Lin (Pamela Dean), Vorkosigan Saga, White Collar, Wolf Hall, X-Men, and Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Crossover Fanfiction
(I do not cross-list crossovers and fusions under their component fandoms; this is the only place to find them. Currently includes: the Anita Blake series, ASoIaF, Avatar: The Last Airbender, the Black Jewels series, BtVS, Cardcaptor Sakura, Chronicles of Narnia, the Darkangel trilogy, The Dark Is Rising, Discworld, Doctor Who, Enchanted Forest Chronicles, Ender's Game, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Hikaru no Go, Homestuck, Inception, the Indiana Jones movies, Leverage, Lucifer (comics), MCU (various), Merlin, Naruto, the Oz books, Sandman, Stargate: SG-1, Star Trek: AOS, Vorkosigan Saga, Welcome to Night Vale, and a couple other things that only appear in memes rather than actual fic.)

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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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My various bingo cards: Cotton Candy Bingo, Round One (blackout!); Cotton Candy Bingo, Round Two (blackout!); Genprompt Bingo, Round 12 (blackout!); Genprompt Bingo, Round 15; Ladies Bingo; Daredevil Bingo; Domestic AU Prompt List
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Hey, if anybody out there speaks Russian, I would like to mention that [archiveofourown.org profile] space_slasher has translated two of my MCU three-sentence ficlets into Russian: I'm Your Gun, in which Bucky is Steve's (metaphorical) gun, and Target Practice, in which Bucky & Peggy seduce Steve with their shooting skills.


Here is a link to the Russian translations. :D
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As always, here is the link to the current ficathon, if you want to come play too. :)

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13. ) For anonymous: Any, any, a broken thread, written 12/20/17 [AO3 version]

unwound, unknit, unraveled (150 words)

"Oh yes, he had a thread; everyone does, from the tiniest quark all the way up to the universe itself," says the youngest of the sisters, and the smile she offers Mazikeen, while full of glinting teeth and the shadow of her other roles, is honest: one fundamental force of nature paying due respect to another.

"Had?" Mazikeen asks the oldest, eyes skipping meaningfully to her shears.

Atropos cackles and clicks the blades together with the rattle of falling bones: "Not I who ended him, dearie, if indeed he found an end at all -- see for yourself if you like," she says, and fishes a thread of tarnished gold (a contradiction incarnate, as so much of him was) from her ratty pocket, its end fraying to ever-finer shards of glinting fiber until they dissolve into dust and firelight, intangible as memories, and might-have-beens, and the unrelenting will to find escape.

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14. ) For anonymous: Darkangel Trilogy, Ravenna & Melchior, companionship, written 12/28/17 [AO3 version]

And o'er his heart a shadow (400 words exactly)

Note: Way more than three sentences, whoops...

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First he thinks that the Lady saved him -- gathered his frayed memories on her spindle, rewove the fabric of his mind and heart, and strung the finished tapestry in a body of ebony and starmetal -- to be a weapon against her lost and deadly daughter. Bitter and grieving, he buries himself in work instead of war, turns the unnatural strength and length of life she granted him to building and rebuilding the shattered machinery of the city.

When she says nothing against his choices, he begins to think that perhaps this was her goal all along, that she saved him to pit the small weight of his knowledge and influence against Oriencor's growing strength, while the Lady devotes her daymonths to weaving endless possibilities, seeking the pattern by which to breathe the world to life anew instead of dry decay. No sooner does the thought crystallize than he realizes its pride and folly, and he abandons his work (which was futile in any case; he cannot match Oriencor's reach or ruthlessness) to watch over her rooms and remind her to eat and sleep lest her loom swallow her entire and leave her no thread to trace home to her self and her life.

When she smiles and tells him not to fear, that she has set safeguards on her loom to wake her and commands in her tower to feed her, he kneels and asks, for the first time in years he has long since ceased counting, why she saved him and what she wishes him to do.

The Lady is silent for a long moment, and he holds his breath for his presumption, but then she rests her brown hand (the color of fertile earth, rich with water and hope) over his heart and says, "I saved you because she who saves one life saves the world entire; and I wish for you to make your own choices, no matter where they lead. I can give so few people freedom if the future is to hold, but to you, I can grant with gladness this rarest and most precious gift. Use it as you will."

Melchior touches her hand with his own, and raises his head, and meets her eyes: clear and depthless and shining... and beneath the glory, beneath her knowledge and power and will, the hidden shadow of loneliness and grief.

He makes his choice.

He stays.

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15. ) For anonymous: Any, any, nets of gold, written 12/29/17 [AO3 version]

I shall repay (150 words)

"You catch more flies with honey than vinegar," Wilson's mother used to say under her breath while his father lectured about injury and punishment, about reputation and revenge, about a strong right arm and the will to apply it to his enemies, and she was right because it was for love of her that Wilson struck down their tormentor.

He thinks of her precept now as he weaves a net of vengeance through his city, binding ever more people to his quest with chains of gold that gleam rich and warm with promise -- but not gold all the way through; scratch the surface and the iron beneath will stab and burn, as it should for those who would betray him.

When his net clamps tight around Murdock, Wilson won't bother with the gilding; because for all his weakness and his failures, on this one subject his father was also right.

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16. ) For anonymous: Any, any, jar of rainbows, written 12/29/17 [AO3 version]

practical magic (200 words exactly)

"Happy Birthday; I made you a jar of rainbows," Luna says, and hands Hermione a jam jar filled with shards of broken glass; bemused, Hermione blinks, then decides to offer thanks now and figure out what the gift actually is later when she won't cause offense or disrupt the party Ron and Harry have managed to surprise her with.

That evening in her Diagon Alley flat, she casts every spell she can think of on the jar, even going so far as to check whether there are wizarding folktales about glass seeds that sprouted into light, but to all appearances Luna simply handed her a jar of rubbish; she leaves it on the kitchen windowsill for lack of better options, since it would be rude to toss it out for at least a year.

When she stumbles into her kitchen the next morning in search of tea and toast, the room is filled with splintered light, brilliant and fiery as if she's standing inside the heart of an opal, and Hermione can't help laughing at the realization that Luna -- Luna Lovegood, of all people! -- gave her a completely Muggle gift that was somehow more magical than all the others.

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17. ) For anonymous: Any, any, pine, bamboo, plum, written 12/29/17 (prompt choice courtesy of [tumblr.com profile] yggidee) [AO3 version]

worth a thousand words (275 words)

Natasha sends him a letter, the first week in Wakanda; Steve doesn't bother asking how she found him, or why T'Challa decided to allow this message through, just unfolds the smooth, heavy paper to see what empty words she's arranged into a backhanded weapon, maybe even pointed enough to pierce through the numbness of leaving his life behind for the second time in less than a decade.

But instead of her handwriting (or whatever style she's imitating this year), the paper is covered in a delicate Chinese-style watercolor -- a country path winds past a lone plum tree in flower by a covered pavilion, across a bridge framed by graceful stands of bamboo, up to a pass between improbably-shaped mountains, crowned by gnarled and windswept pines -- and, fluttering to the floor, a tiny fortune-cookie paper in cheap blue ink with lottery numbers on the back reminds him that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step... except the last word is crossed out and "sketch" is printed neatly in its place.

Steve snorts at her nerve, but despite his best effort to hold his annoyance, he can't help admiring the slightly awkward grace of the work, and somewhere in the back of his mind the Wakandan bas-reliefs, sculptures, and embroidery he's been absorbing in his aimless passage through the palace from the guest suites to the medical complex click abruptly together into a style he wants to apply to the landscape outside his bedroom window; as he reaches for a pencil and notepad, a corner of his mind is already plotting how to get his answer to Natasha, and what subtle teasing to include.

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18. ) For anonymous: Any, any, "dark they were, and golden eyed", written 12/30/17 (prompt choice courtesy of [tumblr.com profile] grumpyoldsnake) [AO3 version]

one for the road (175 words)

"In those days," said Aravis, the light of the tiny campfire casting weird shadows over the planes of her face, "demons in the shape of men walked the earth; dark they were, and golden-eyed, and their every breath--"

"I don't see what's evil about having black fur or yellow eyes," Bree interrupted with a harrumphing snort; "that describes half the Cats I've known, to say nothing of the occasional Wolf or Goat, and I've never noticed that hide color made much difference to the character of humans either, though I grant your eyes aren't generally sun-colored."

As the Horse and girl descended into bickering, Shasta leaned back against Hwin's side, and murmured, "Two minims that they somehow return to war stories before the moon tops the lemon trees beyond the sugarcane field; what say you?" and bit back a laugh when Hwin rolled her eyes and replied, "It is written that a fool and her money are soon parted, but the wise mare tends her gold like her own foal; I would have bet three minims on the same result."

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I want to knock out a few more before 2018. We'll see how that goes...
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I am still playing over at [livejournal.com profile] caramelsilver's Three Sentence Ficathon. Here are the next six ficlets I wrote. (This time I managed to keep five of them within the structural restrictions, and the sixth only has four sentences, which is a pretty good ratio for me!)

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7. ) For [livejournal.com profile] samparker: Star Trek AOS, Gaila/Uhura, firsts, written 12/2/15 [AO3 version]

firsts (225 words)

Technically Nyota has been to space before -- the shuttle from Dar es Salaam to San Francisco crossed the Karman line in its trajectory -- but suborbital flights in a windowless cylinder (however nicely appointed, and that one wasn't very because Starfleet has better things to spend its funding on) aren't the same as actually reaching orbit, let alone flying to another celestial body.

Two months in to her first year at the academy, she stares out one of the myriad viewports on Spacedock Main where she and a quarter of this year's incoming cohort will spend the next three weeks in intensive cross-training; she's seen pictures and videos of Earth framed against the utter blackness of space since before she has conscious memories, and she can recite statistics about this facility for nearly an hour, but all her preparation can't stop the visceral, breathtaking awe of seeing her home so small and fragile down below.

"The first time I saw Orion Prime, we were running for our lives and half the viewport was scorched black from an orbital guard ship's lucky shot," Gaila says as she wraps her arms around Nyota's waist and drops a fleeting kiss to the skin beneath her left ear -- Nyota's breath catches again, for different reasons -- and adds, more softly, "I'm glad your first was better."

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8. ) For anonymous: Homestuck, Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas, pirates, written 12/2/15 [AO3 version]

the real treasure (250 words)

Dave considerately waited until Karkat was settling down onto the sofa (or into the sofa; it was a very tactile piece of furniture) with a copy of Moulin Rouge! in the DVD player, a box of tissues in one hand, and a remote in the other, before he dropped from the ceiling, pinned Karkat down with his own body weight, flourished a (really obviously plastic) bejeweled scimitar, and proclaimed, "Avast, matey, I claim this sadly be-sweatpanted booty in the name of the Free Rovers of Interstellar Barataria; ye be spoils of war!"

Karkat blinked dumbly upward for nearly ten seconds, eyes wide and slightly orange-tinted with shock (maybe the alchemized eyepatch was too far?) before he visibly rebooted his brain and drew breath for a patented hilari-terrible rant.

Dave cut him off: "Dude, I have seen your romance collection, billowy shirts and all, so don't even front; you are totally up for some dashing captain and virginal cabin boy and I know for a stone cold fact that Rose and Kanaya are canoodling in the library, Vriska and Terezi are snooze-sploring some dreambubbles, and your creepy clown chum is on official probation helping the Mayor reconstruct Can Town, so it looks like I have you all at my mercy, mwahahaha, now surrender your blushing charms or I'll make you walk the---mmmph!"

"Virginal my heaving bile sack," Karkat grumbled as he pulled back from the kiss, but he let the remote and tissues fall from his hands with a smile.

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9. ) For [livejournal.com profile] celeste9: MCU, any, in a bookshop, written 12/3/15 [AO3 version]

can't take you anywhere (225 words)

"I don't care if this is a front for the best fence in the fucking galaxy -- you brought Groot into a place filled with a million desecrated tree corpses!" Rocket snarled, prodding Peter with the business end of his latest experimental blaster; "And you say I've got to treat people with more consideration?"

Peter flicked a glance over Rocket's head -- a little trickier than usual, since his crewmate was perched on top of what had been a bookcase until a few minutes ago, and was still vaguely recognizable as such underneath the warping weight of vines and flowers -- and winced as Drax, always up for supporting a friend, especially if that support involved a fight, caught the outraged shop owner off the backspin of Gamora's kick and threw the hapless Sakaaran into his own cash register; there went another avenue for supplemental funds, to say nothing of the blow to their store of residual goodwill with Nova Corps when word inevitably got back to Xandar. "Yeah, whatever, chew me out later," he said, absently pushing the oversized gun away from his chest; "At the moment I'm more worried about how we're gonna get offworld before the local cops come down on our heads, so shut up and help me plan -- and no," he added reflexively, "shooting the cops is still not a solution!"

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10. ) For [livejournal.com profile] vialethe: MCU, Trish Walker/Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes + Jessica Jones, most awkward double date ever, written 12/4/15 [AO3 version]

in sunshine and in shadow (150 words)

"The last blond she dated got brainwashed into almost murdering her, and then turned out to be a revenge-obsessed hyper-violent drug addict," Jessica says.

"The last blonde he liked was an undercover agent sent to spy on him by his own employer, and also his first girl's great-niece," Bucky retorts.

They both glance toward the counter where Trish and Steve are laughing their way through an ice cream purchase, then resume their mutual glaring contest because this is going to go catastrophically wrong -- no matter how much Steve and Trish protest that they are grown adults and can handle a relationship without tempting fate or needing paranoid nursemaids; both Bucky and Jessica know the universe is a vicious motherfucker with the worst sense of humor imaginable -- and like hell will either of them let their best friend bear the brunt of the damage when things (hearts, secrets, worlds) inevitably explode.

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11. ) For [livejournal.com profile] caramelsilver: Harry Potter, cisgirl!Harry, what changes?, written 12/4/15 [AO3 version]

in a yellow wood (250 words)

She has Lily's eyes, but her father's big ears and hopelessly cowlicked hair overshadow them -- not a pretty child in the slightest, Petunia thinks, and ten gets you one she'll need glasses by the time she starts school; there's nothing about her to make Dudley feel insecure the way Lily made Petunia feel shabby and wanting just by breathing. She might have her mother's quick wit, and of course she'll have inherited magic from both sides, but... but Lily spun butterflies out of sunlight when they were girls, and made Petunia bounce one time instead of breaking her arm when she fell from a tree, and so magic in and of itself can't be wholly pernicious, just what it does to those who think a bit of power means they can lord themselves above everyone else; perhaps if she teaches her niece to see the dangers of the magical world as well as its surface temptations, to know what killed her parents, that won't bring disaster down upon her own son.

Petunia sets up a crib in the spare room and tucks Harry (dreadful nickname, she thinks; pity Angharad is such a mouthful and hasn't any other obvious shortenings) to sleep with the smallest and least-loved of Dudley's toys; she won't love the girl -- not now, maybe not ever -- but there's a vast kingdom between love and hatred, and if nothing else, she'll have the satisfaction of taking better care of Lily's daughter than Lily would ever have managed for Dudley in return.

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12. ) For [livejournal.com profile] idhren24: Batman or Daredevil, any, 'The Image of the City' / urban way-finding, written 12/5/15 [AO3 version]

images unseen (175 words)

The midterm project for his urban studies course involves making a mental map of St. Joseph's campus, based on Kevin Lynch's elements, so everyone in the class can compare and contrast the way they experience the same small stretch of physical space; while drawing is obviously out, Matt builds a lumpy model out of Play-Doh to accompany his verbal presentation and thinks long and hard about how to explain landmarks based on scent and sound, and the increased importance of edges when any venture into unfamiliar districts comes without the navigational crutch of reading street signs or orienting around visual landmarks from a distance.

He leaves half his paths unmarked and a full third of his landmarks unspoken. The freedom he finds on midnight rooftops is a private thing, and no matter how much he can do that a normal blind person can't, those gifts have nothing to do with passing this course: he doesn't need any distractions on his path through undergrad to law school (from node to node, he thinks, a bit wryly), and so, of course, he lies.

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Note: The timing of Matt and Foggy's first meeting in the MCU is unclear -- some elements of that scene suggest law school while others suggest undergrad. I am working on the assumption that they met in law school, that Foggy also went to Columbia as an undergrad, and that Matt did his undergrad studies elsewhere but still in NYC -- hence St. Joseph's.

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And now I should probably do some real-world productive stuff...
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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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Here are five more fills from the current Three Sentence Ficathon, aka "My god, it's full of semicolons!" This time I actually managed to keep all of them to only three sentences! (Two are also strict-form drabbles, because why not. If I could write rhymed verse worth a damn, I'd try for a hat trick on structural games, but alas, it is not to be.)

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7. For [livejournal.com profile] ruanchunxian0: Harry Potter, Harry, naming Albus Severus, written 2/12/15.

Cat Among the Pigeons )

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8. For [personal profile] alexseanchai: Sailor Moon Classic, Haruka/Michiru, the art of the mundane, written 2/14/15.

Domesticity )

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9. For [personal profile] avanti_90: LotR, Galadriel takes up the Ring, written 2/15/15.

As the Storm and the Lightning )

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10. For [personal profile] alexseanchai: Yu-Gi-Oh!, Anzu, ballroom dance, written 2/15/15.

That You Won't Let Show )

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11. For [livejournal.com profile] notoriousreign: MCU/Avengers/Winter Soldier, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff, 20 questions, written 2/15/15.

Come In, She Said )

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And now to bed, because it is late. :-)
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More Three Sentence Ficathon fills. :-)

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always at a price - Chronicles of Narnia )

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call that a bargain - Chronicles of Narnia )

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Note: There are a bunch of other excellent fills for that prompt. There is also a continuation of my fills by the wonderful [personal profile] vialethe

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if it ain't broke - Avengers/Captain America )

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fossilization - original, anthropomorphic )

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great nature's second course - Chronicles of Narnia )

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Hmm. I should probably get to work putting all these into my master lists, shouldn't I? Which reminds me that I wanted to reorganize those anyway, to give my Homestuck fics a separate page -- I have certainly written enough of them to warrant it! Yeah, I think that will be this evening's project.

But first, groceries. Food is slightly more relevant to life than a tidy online presence. *wry*
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I am up to 40 fills over at the Three Sentence Ficathon, god help me (though three of them are really for the same prompt). So it is time for another catch-all post!

I am still not very good at the three sentence limit, though I did manage to wrestle seven of the following fills back into the constraints of the form. \o/

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1. Why We Fight - Bourne trilogy (movies) )

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2. Wrong Turn at Albuquerque - Chronicles of Narnia )

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3. Geometry - anthropomorfic )

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4. Bad Influence - Chronicles of Narnia/Star Trek )

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5. Of Mourning - Chronicles of Narnia )

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6. Thelema - the Bible )

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7. Happily Married - Chronicles of Narnia )

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8. Target Practice - Captain America )

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9. Open All the Doors - X-Men: First Class )

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10. Irrevocable - Game of Thrones/Merlin )

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I will post the girl!Arthur/Eames fics tonight or tomorrow. Now I am off to fold laundry. Ah, laundry. So necessary, yet so evil.
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I've filled 21 prompts, though only two of them actually managed to stay within the three sentence limit. I am so bad at length restrictions. *hides face* (I did get another one down to four sentences! That's not too far off, right? And one of the multi-sentence ficlets is only a hundred words long... *makes feeble excuses*)

Anyway, eleven of them are responses to one person asking for a specific scenario in a specific fandom -- Inception, girl!Arthur/Eames, for [livejournal.com profile] be_themoon -- and they all fit into a unified timeline. So I'm going to post those separately.

All the other random stuff (so far) is in this post. *grin*

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1. Storm Warning - Doctor Who/Narnia )

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2. Loyalty - Merlin )

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3. Tribute - Chronicles of Narnia )

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4. In Strict Obedience to Her Commands - Lucifer )

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5. Everything Ends - Ender's Game/Doctor Who )

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6. Seek and Ye Shall Find - Chronicles of Narnia/Dark Is Rising )

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7. Of Horses - Chronicles of Narnia, WARNING for brutality to animals )

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8. No Illusions - Inception )

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9. I'm Your Gun - Captain America )

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10. Birds in the Hand - Chronicles of Narnia, WARNING for crime, child abuse, and prostitution )

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More to come, probably. Dammit, why can I not find this level of inspiration for my actual fics???
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Susan and I decided to see Captain America: The First Avenger rather than Crazy, Stupid, Love -- our joint movie-watching tradition, does, after all, lean much more toward action movies than toward romantic comedies. And overall, we liked it.

I had to keep looking away from the screen during the USO bond advertisement show portion of the story -- it was like the writer and director had their fingers right on my sympathetic embarrassment squick button and were mashing it with gleeful abandon -- and Susan and I both agreed that the helmet-with-eyeholes was dumb (a regular helmet, even if it were painted blue with the A symbol, would have been immeasurably better), and the gratuitous use of slow-motion for random three second intervals during action scenes did not look cool in the slightest; it just made the moves in question look fake, fake, fake... and also tacky. Aside from those quibbles, though, the story was a lot better than it strictly needed to be and you could tell the actors were having fun. It genuinely felt like a WWII movie, albeit a WWII movie crossbred with a sci-fi action flick.

(Question: Why do futuristic weapons always glow blue these days? How about something that glows yellow, or, I don't know, white. Or maybe one where they decided that glowing weapons are stupidly obvious and covered all the power source elements, like sane people might do? But clearly that would not be visually cool enough... *grumble*)

I really should rent Thor when it comes available on Netflix, and maybe the Edward Norton version of the Hulk, just so I know what the movie-verse take on those characters is before The Avengers comes out next year. Because I will be going to see that movie, no matter how stupid it is. (Just like I will be going to see the new Spider-Man movie, though I think it was deeply unnecessary to reboot that franchise this soon.) A small corner of my soul is in hock to Marvel, okay? The first comics I ever read were X-Men and Spider-Man issues that Cat pushed on me, and the first non-PBS television I ever watched was the 1990s X-Men cartoon (which Cat also pushed on me, come to think of it). I think I imprinted a bit.

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At least these days I get reasonably entertaining action movies out of that bargain?

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