Girls Like Girls! A femslash ficathon

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

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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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.)

Re: they throw the matches down into the glitter

[streussal.livejournal.com]

oooh, I like this a lot.

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.
cheedoooooooo - but yeah there can be security in imprisonment

The section with the Dag and religion is such a nice bit of characterization.

this whole thing is just very lovely

RE: they throw the matches down into the glitter

[evewithanapple.livejournal.com]

OHHHHHHH MY GOD

BABIES

*covers face with hands*

RE: they throw the matches down into the glitter

[kirikili.livejournal.com]

This is lovely, it has that balance between innocence and anxiety that embodies Cheedo for me. It's a nice exploration of how she saw the events of the movie.

Especially the part with Cheedo putting her faith in Dag, oh my god my heart.