Girls Like Girls! A femslash ficathon

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Because I want there to be more femslash out there. Be the change, etc.

RULES:
1. Fic and art fills are both cool!
2. Any character is elegible as long as she canonically identifies as female. So Nomi Marks from Sense8 is a-okay; not so much, fic about Samantha Winchester.
2. (b) if there's a case where a character's canon identification is unclear, shoot me a question and I'll let you know.
3. RPF is also okay!
4. One prompt per comment
5. If you fill a prompt, link to it in the fill thread!

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RE: Got questions?

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Hey dove! Just wanted to let you know you're missing <img src="BANNER URL HERE"> from your pimp code.

Fills

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So we can all find them!

RE: Fills

[madcap-shiny.livejournal.com]

they throw the matches down into the glitter (mmfr; cheedo/dag) (http://inthewildwood.livejournal.com/40383.html?thread=152255#t152255)

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

Mad Max, Angharad/Capable, the head and the heart

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Off topic, I notice you have a lot of great icons that you made yourself. Do you have an icon community?

[marniemadden.livejournal.com]

mad max, cheedo/dag, forget the horror here

like the stars at dawn

[gen-is-gone.livejournal.com]

Not entirely sure I like this, but I've spent too long being anxious about it, so.

---

He hasn't come to see her tonight. Went to Toast instead, and she'd be more relieved about that, more upset and other feelings she doesn't remember how tell, but Angharad's reminded everyone that three days from today is the Plan, and it's been occupying her thoughts a great deal. She's counted every day for the last thirty-four days, so she didn't really need to be reminded, but Dag knows she does forget things sometimes, and this is too important to forget, so she doesn't mind Angharad reminding her.

She's counting down again, tonight/today/tomorrow/the next day, picturing each day over and over, focusing on Imperator Furiosa's directions, remembering where she'll go, and she's thinking so hard she doesn't hear Lovely come over 'til she's sitting on Dag's bed, pulling her fingers down where she's been kneading her knuckles again so hard they hurt.

Lovely Cheedo takes Dag's hands and looks up at her from under her lovely long lashes and then presses her fingers just lightly over the scraped hurts all on her knuckles.

"He doesn't like when you do that," Cheedo whispers, and Dag is angry, just for a little bit, because fuck him and his stupid rules, they won't have to feel his wrinkled old man parts or touch his awful foul skin after three days plus tonight, but then she remembers what that means, in three days plus tonight she'll never have to lie still and not scream ever again, and that makes her so happy she kisses her lovely Cheedo right on the lips, right then and there, with the lights still on and everything.

Cheedo breathes in really quick, and Dag feels bad for probably scaring her (because the last time he caught them kissing Cheedo had to go to the Dark Room for three days with no food and Dag knows it was punishment for both of them because Dag could hear Cheedo crying and everybody knows Lovely hates the dark, and can't sleep without a candle. So she mutters, "Sorry" all quiet, and pulls her hands out of Cheedo's.

[marniemadden.livejournal.com]

spartacus, naevia/kore, but she's looking at me, straight to center, no room at all for any other thought

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

girls like girls, coley/sonya, as long as we're together does it matter where we go?

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

mad max, dag/cheedo, the only hope for me is you

they throw the matches down into the glitter

[madcap-shiny.livejournal.com]

"here," the dag says as she finishes a final stitch on the doll and hands it to cheedo. "this one is for you to tell all your secrets to."

cheedo takes it with a smile and a fond eye-roll. "but why would i need a doll for that? i have you."

"dolls live longer than people," is the calm reply.

cheedo doesn't say anything to that, since she'd rather not think about a world where a doll has to live up to the unfathomable task of replacing dag.

*

angharad explains the plan late at night, when joe is gone, and whispers over and over that they are not things. cheedo loves angharad and believes in her, but she also remembers life below, and thinks that you could do worse than being a thing, if that was your only choice.

still. she doesn't like living here, seeing what happens to her sisters, and when the dag laces their fingers together as she asks about the green place, cheedo thinks it could be worth it.

if they could be happy, it would be worth it.

*

they were wrong. angharad falls, and cheedo's feet beat against the sand; if she can just reach everyone, let them know how sorry she is, how she'll never even think of doing anything like that again--

but she sinks to the ground, and the others say she can't go back. she can't go back, even though all of angharad's ideals and pretty words couldn't save her, and isn't that the important thing? who cares about what's right and true and real if all it does is get you killed?

she sinks to the ground.

dag lifts her up.

(dag always lifts her up, even when she'd rather stay right where she is.)

*

the nights are cold and bitter. cheedo curls herself around dag in the rig, feels her breathe silently.

if cheedo doesn't feel like she can be strong for herself, maybe she can be strong for dag. maybe she can tell herself that, when they've lost so much already, it would be wrong to break her heart by leaving.

*

"what are you doing?"
"praying."
"to who?"
"anyone who's listening."

cheedo overhears them talking. she know toast has no use for symbols and deities, never has, and sometimes she's more than a little inclined to agree with her, but dag has always been a believer. in their lessons from miss giddy, she would flit from one religion of the old world to the next, picking and choosing the pieces of mythology that suited her and weaving them into a new fabric. she'd talk to cheedo about it for hours, telling her the parts of every story that she liked and the ones she didn't and which pieces were most interesting when you combined them.

(she's never said it outright, but dag has always wanted something to put her faith in, something that will help all of this to make sense. last night, she had explained what the keeper of the seeds had told her. cheedo had seen the light in her eyes, the tiny fragment of purpose and joy it gave her in the middle of all this.)

when she hears anyone who's listening, cheedo realizes she doesn't want to put her faith in any gods, old or new. instead, she's going to put her faith in the dag.

*

cheedo stands up, trying to get her balance as the car speeds ahead. she gets into position and calls out rictus' name, even as she hears dag scream hers.

(there's no time, but if she could, she would turn around and whisper it's going to be okay. if she can pull this off, everything will be okay.)

*

the water cascades to the ground. they are perfectly, beautifully alive, and it is almost like -- what did miss giddy tell them about? a fairytale.

(the good kinds of fairytales always end with a kiss. cheedo throws her arms around dag, and knows that this is what coming home is supposed to feel like.)

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daredevil, karen/claire, got a girl in the war

[loathe.livejournal.com]

from dusk till dawn, kate/santanico, i'm a passenger but gimme the keys, i wanna drive

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Hayden/Lydia, that girl is a goddamn problem

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Once Upon a Time, Elsa/Emma, this summer's gonna hurt

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Bad Blood Music Video, Catastrophe/Knockout, I call her karma

"There's No Going Back" | Rating: M

[(Anonymous)]

Did your fill on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4464050)!

[loathe.livejournal.com]

bioshock infinite, daisy/elizabeth, are you going to eat her or do you want her to burn down your home? do you want to die from the inside out or the outside in?

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

strange empire, kat/rebecca, i am different too

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Homura/Madoka, when I ran out of thread, I couldn't let go// but that's not sewing, that's, that's just poking holes

Fray

[empath-eia.livejournal.com]

She’s breaking the world, she knows.

Every time she forces time to halt and trundle backwards on its clumsy wheels, along a track that was never meant to be retread, she can feel things tearing around the edges. Every time she gathers a new fold of time to stitch over the old layers, dozens deep, she can feel the fraying.

It isn't even helping. That’s not the worst of it, but it’s something, and she thinks about it sometimes. She's breaking the world for nothing, but Madoka is the world to her and so she can't stop. The problem is that if she accepts -- even for an instant -- that perhaps Madoka can't be saved, that it's fate, that the world wants or needs things to be this way, it becomes very difficult to see anything about the world worth her guilt.

Homura has her answer. The world will let Madoka live or the world will deserve its death.

Another failed attempt, today, this month. At least Madoka doesn't ask for her death at Homura's hand this time. Walpurgisnacht is enough. A soul is a hardy thing, but there's only so much even the hardiest it can take, and there's already a wound in Homura's from the first time that won't ever heal. She hears the gunshot in her dreams. It echoes like an earthquake. No human being can kill what they love most and survive intact.

Homura might have wished to be less human, and suffered less. But she didn’t.

Time lurches forward, mindlessly yearning for fresh tracks, uninterrupted momentum. Screeches as she drags it back.

No, she says, and because the Incubators broke the universe, it listens. So much power, and yet she is helpless to accomplish the only thing that matters.

No.

She wakes up to a familiar ceiling, familiar sunlight, familiar grief. It won’t be different this time either, but she will try.

For Madoka, again, she will try.

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

strange empire, kat/isabelle, make me a willow cabin at your gate

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Princess Tutu, Rue/Ahiru - There’s a dream where nothing bleeds, but everything is alive, where broken things can be made unbroken just by wishing it. (Caitlyn Siehl, "Drift")

[loathe.livejournal.com]

utopia, jessica/becky, by your response to danger it is easy to tell how you have lived and what has been done to you. you show whether you want to stay alive, whether you think you deserve to, and whether you think it's any good to act.

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

the girl king, christina/ebba, we're building our kingdom

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Sayaka/Kyoko, AU: Sayaka as an idealistic cop, Kyoko as a jaded private detective.

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

Bomb Girls, Betty/Kate, “I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered / if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.”

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

Gilmore Girls; Rory/Paris; If this is a romcom, kill the director

[streussal.livejournal.com]

what a good prompt

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time; Emma/Regina; pretending to be a couple

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

The March Family Letters; Meg/Joan; shall we dance?

[streussal.livejournal.com]

My So-Called Life, Rayanne/Angela, "I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you, and just bewilder the hell out of people. The way love should."