Happy Tuesday - Bechdel Test

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Hi this is streussal and am so sorry about the lateness of today's theme: Bechdel Test. The criteria of the Bechdel Test is that

1. It has to have at least two women in it,
2. Who talk to each other,
3. About something besides a man

Basically, let's have fic about ladies interacting!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Buffyverse, Darla +/ Drusilla, dress-up
+ Sandman, Thessaly + Death, survival is a way of life
+ Revolutionary Girl Utena, Nanami Kiryuu/Kozue Kaoru (or gen), mean girls

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[streussal.livejournal.com]

Sandman, Thessaly + Death, survival is a way of life

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Thessaly isn't fooled by the goth make-up, the bright grin, or the massive corn-dog. She has walked the Earth for a long time, seen Death in all Her forms, and she knows who the girl is, with her bright silver ankh and the tell-tale kohl swirl beneath one eye.

"Finally come for me, have you?"

Death raises her eyebrows, swallows down a bite of corndog. "Who, me? For you? No, not yet. Your magic is strong, will fend me off a while yet."

"Then why are you here?" Thessaly adjusts her glasses and glances around her, trying to decide if others can see the girl or not, or if Thessaly looks like she's talking to herself.

"They weren't kidding."

Thessaly frowns. "They, who?"

Death nods at the banner tacked to the chain-link fence. Best Corn Dogs in America!

Thessaly didn't come to the Nebraska State Fair for corndogs, and she suspects Death did not either.

But Death is gnawing happily at her corndog, and she doesn't seem inclined to get up and move, mingle in the crowd.

A cowboy in tight jeans waves at Death, then hurries on over to the rodeo stand. Death is always on the clock.

Death waves back at him, calls out, "Good luck!"

"That's a bit insincere, don't you think?" Thessaly scans the crowd some more, waiting for the right one to come her way.

"Why?" Death's expression is perfectly innocent.

"Wishing that cowboy good luck on his bull ride when you're here waiting for him." Thessaly needs someone who is bloodied, who is innocent. One who is both is so, so hard to come by.

"Oh, no, he'll get his eight seconds," Death says. "Then he'll smile at the wrong girl and her jealous boyfriend will stab him behind the stands after dark."

Thessaly has been alive for a long time, had blood on her hands many times, and she recoils sharply.

"Why are you so afraid of me?" Death asks. "You work so hard to evade me."

"Survival is a way of life," Thessaly says.

"Surviving," Death says, "is not living."

"Death," Thessaly says, "is the end."

"And yet here I am." Death finishes off her corndog and dusts crumbs from her fingers. "You have walked the many roads between many lives and afterlives. Surely you know -"

"No one really knows. Except you. So for me, it is the end, and I am not ready to be over."

"You get what everyone gets," Death says. "You get -"

"A lifetime. I know."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"No, I don't think you do, or you wouldn't be so afraid." Death stands up and dusts off her black skinny jeans, shakes out her long dark curls. "Death is not the end. It is putting out the candle at the end of the night because the day has come." And she walks away.

Thessaly calls after her, "Talking about yourself in the third person makes you sound crazy!"

Fair-goers stare at her as they pass.

Death shrugs over her shoulder, smiles, and says, "Well, my sister is Delirium." Then she flutters her fingers in farewell.

She passes a table, and Thessaly watches all of the candles on a little girl's birthday cake go out when the girl draws in a breath.

There are screams, because the girl's grandmother has just keeled over dead, and Thessaly rises up, because she has magic to do, if she wants to keep on living.

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse, Darla +/ Drusilla, dress-up

Minifill: Buffyverse, Darla+Drusilla

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"That's a perfect shade on you, Drusilla." Darla said, openly admiring the cut and color of the vintage skirt suit Drusilla was sporting today. Some might say the pair of Victorian doll's eyes she was using as a lapel pin would have ruined the suit, Darla was trying not to be a buzzkill.

"Thank you darling Darla," Dru drawled, hooking her arm though Darla's. Darla blinked at the touch.

"Darling Darla, Darlin dear, give me your answer deeeeeear "

Darla blinked. Dru could be a lot to handle, what with the practically-howling-at-the-moon madness. Darla hadn't yet figured out it it was an affect, or the life really had driven the woman mad.

"However do you get blood out of fabric like this?" There was a beat. "Innocent question,a'course."

Dru attempted to put on an innocent face that lasted about half a second before Dru, then Darla sputtered into laughter.

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Revolutionary Girl Utena, Nanami Kiryuu/Kozue Kaoru (or gen), mean girls

[streussal.livejournal.com]

My Sweet Audrina (V.C. Andrews), any combination of Audrina + Vera + Elsbeth, "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."

[mancalledtrue.livejournal.com]

Berserk, Farnese+Schierke, balancing magic and "real life"

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Wanda Maximoff+/Pepper Potts, Wanda finds it comforting to spend time with Pepper

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU/Agents of SHIELD, Maria Hill+/Melinda May, the fact that they don't talk much during work hours does not mean they don't talk or spend time together after work

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (AOS), Nyota Uhura + Gaila + Jaylah, talking about why they joined Starfleet

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Claudia Donovan + Myka Bering + Leena, "Road trip!"

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Caitlin Snow+/Iris West+/Lisa Snart, Lisa needs help and she comes to Caitlin and Iris

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Samanthan Carter + Vala Mal Doran, getting the job done

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Spooks/MI-5, Ros Myers + Jo Portman, better than the best

Fill: Drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Coffee or wine?” Jo Portman asked.

“Oh wine, definitely,” Ros Myers answered. “And I know just the right wine bar.”

She led the way to a small wine bar, hidden down a side road.

“I didn’t know this was here,” Jo said.

“Only the best people do,” Ros replied. “And after today, we definitely qualify as that.”

Ros ordered their drinks from the bar and they took them to a table in a corner.

“We did do rather well today, didn’t we?” Jo said.

“Got there before the CIA.”

“Baffled the FSB.”

“Which makes us better than the best. Cheers!”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Teyla Emmagan + any Tau'ri lady, this is how we do it on Earth

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Sandman, Death + Wanda, luck be a lady

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Auntie Mame, Mame Dennis+Vera Charles. Best friends forever.

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG1; Samantha Carter + Cassandra Fraser; Girls night in

Mini-fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"This is how you relaxed when school was stressful?" Cassandra had heard the Academy was competitive, but she was premed, and she felt like all she did, day in and day out, was memorize, memorize, memorize.

"Yes," Sam said firmly. She settled on the carpet on her nest of blankets and pillows and held out the bowl of popcorn.

"But how is this relaxing?" Cassandra stared at the television, baffled. "You get so worked up over it."

"Only because other people can be incredibly stupid. This way, I get to yell at them." Sam smiled and turned up the television.

Cassandra had learned to watch Jeopardy over the years, it being one of Mom's favorite shows. Mom had started her off on reruns of kid editions, then high school editions, mostly to train her on Earth culture and knowledge. Cassandra had been pleased when she could play along to college games.

Sam, however, went for the big leagues, the championship leagues. She recorded games and games and games when she was off-world and apparently saved them up for nights like this.

"Who are you going to be?" Sam asked.

"The one in the middle," Cassandra said. "She has nice handwriting."

"It's a free-for-all till final Jeopardy," Sam explained. "When final Jeopardy hits, you'll have her money to work with. Till then, may the best woman win."

Sam was right. Screaming the answers at the television - and hurling good-natured insults at each other and the competitors - really was relaxing.

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Stargate Universe; Chloe + TJ; Making the most of what they have

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Penelope Garcia +Emily Prentiss, Set during Garcia's visit to the London Olympics.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Bellatrix/Narcissa,
Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost

A Rabbit Screamed (1/2)

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

It was a wild, intoxicating summer.

Bella had found a quaint little cabin. Mother would have hated it, as would any respectable member of their family; it did not come at all close to meeting the standards of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Still, it was isolated, tucked away in the deep of the woods. It suited their purposes and after all, what was magic for?

Cissy didn't ask what had happened to the muggles who had been here, who must have left the dishes in the sink and the kindling by the fireplace. She knew Bella and so she knew what must have happened and anyway, they were only muggles.

"Lutie," she called. The house elf appeared and bowed low, nose just about brushing the floor. "Clean up this mess," she commanded, and then turned away and smiled at Bella. "It'll do. No one will look for us here, at least."

Bella sniffed. "Of course not, Cissy. I wouldn't have brought us here otherwise."

Cissy watched her sister's fingers tighten around the handle of her wand. Her dark eyes were intense, vicious. The blonde gently laid her hand on her sister's arm. "Why don't you show me around?" she murmured, hoping to distract.

"There's nothing to show," said Bella, snappishly, although she did not pull away. She cast a dark look at the muggle trappings of the cabin. "Filthy animals."

"Yes, but Lutie will make it liveable," Narcissa answered, more lightly than she really felt. She knew that Bella was thinking about their sister Andromeda's treacherous marriage. No one had been angrier over it than Bella, except perhaps Aunt Walburga.

Cissy was too hurt to be angry, although she didn't dare say so. Why, sister? Isn't family more important than anything?

Her hold on Bella's arm tightened. She didn't want to think about Andromeda or anyone else. She didn't want Bella to, either. They had come here to get away from everything. To forget their lives, at least for a little while.

"Show me around," she said firmly, far more so than was her custom.

Bella gave her a sharp, almost angry look, but then she relaxed and laughed. "Show yourself around, sister."

Cissy grinned, unrestrained. She hadn't heard Bella laugh like that, a real laugh, in too long.

This was a good idea. It was good that she had been able to persuade Bella to go along with it.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Political Animals, Anne Ogami+Margaret Barrish. Career advice.

Mini-fill (TW: drug use?)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Getting stoned with one's husband's grandmother was probably a terrible habit, but Anne didn't really count it as a habit so much as a...tradition.

"Just a little career advice for you, honey," Margaret said, taking a long pull on the joint. "Talk less, smile more."

Anne rolled her eyes and scooped up a handful of cheese puffs. "Says the woman who used the word 'vagina' on national television in relation to her daughter's campaign for the presidency of the United States. Also, do not quote 'Hamilton' at me. I know you like show tunes, but that's taking it a little far."

"I have a vagina. I can say it whenever I want. And I smiled plenty when I was working."

"People don't pay me to smile, they pay me to make their houses and businesses look good." Anne held out a hand, and Margaret handed her the joint. "They don't pay me to talk, either. They pay me to design."

"More career advice," Margaret said. "Always be your own boss."

"I'm getting there."

"Sooner rather than later, dear."

"I have years yet."

"And finally, love what you do, because some days, it'll be the only thing you have to love."

"That's cheery."

"One last thing, though."

"You said 'finally' before."

Margaret snatched the joint back from Anne for another pull. "What you do is not who you are. Never forget that."

That was deeply philosophical and deeply troubling, even for someone who was sober. Anne stared down at her handful of cheese puffs. "I'm not sure who I am these days."

Margaret reached out and pinched her cheek. "You are Anne, and you are the best smoking buddy a girl ever had. Now, about those cheese puffs..."

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Mad Max: Fury Road, Cheedo/The Dag, anything

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Cabin in the Woods, Dana/Jules, truth or dare

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate (any), any Tau'ri female + any alien female, first time at a spa.

Mini-Fill: Sam + Vala

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"I don't understand," Vala protested. "They're vegetables. Why can't I eat them?"

"They're supposed to go over your eyes," Sam said. She flashed a smile at the bewildered attendant.

"The brochure said snacks and refreshments would be available during treatments." Vala waved the brochure for emphasis.

Sam put a hand on Vala's shoulder and guided her away. "Why don't we try the mud room? Mud's not edible."

"Mud is dirty, though. I get enough mud in unspeakable places...at work."

"What about getting a manicure?" Sam suggested.

"That's the fingernail painting?"

"Yes."

"...Do they have gold?"

"Not real gold, no."

"That's a pity."

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Charmed, any, girls night.

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Numb3rs, any, we can do this.

Mini-fill: Amita, Mildred, Liz

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"We can do this," Mildred said, eyes alight.

Liz sighed. "Not fair. Two versus one."

"Technically one on one on one," Amita pointed out.

"My inner scientist is despairing at the lack of controls and the inconsistency between variables," Liz said.

Mildred fanned her wad of cash like a professional Vegas dealer, which just made Liz feel more nervous. "What, are you afraid?"

"It'll settle the question once and for all," Amita said. "Is poker about the math, or the psychology? Criminal profiler versus mathematicians. Whoever has the most money at the end of the night wins."

Liz glanced at the sign over the small stage at the front of the room. There was a sizable prize. "All right, math nerds, you're on."

The three women turned and scanned the tables, where competitors were stacking their chips and eyeing each other warily.

"Let's go kick some ass and take some names," Mildred said. She headed for the change table to get some chips.

Amita and Liz watched her go.

Then Amita said, "Loser picks up the tab at the next Ladies' Night." She grinned and sauntered away, and Liz really, really wished she'd paid more attention to the math behind Rounders.