[meme] Girl Slash Tarot Card Fic Meme

So femslash100 is having a Tarot Card Challenge. I don't want to do drabbles, though (maybe short ficlets instead), and I don't really want to do them all for one couple, so I am opening it up to you. Below the cut is the table of cards. You tell me what girl slash or gen about female characters should go with which card and I will write it.

( Tarot Card Challenge chart )

Up next, my responses to the last meme I did, which includes part of a story I'm writing.

[meme] Give Me a Title, I'll Tell You a Tale (Again)

The meme: Give me the title of a story I've never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know.

pene gave me this:

Title: The Lucky Ones
Feedback: Oh yeah! That's exactly what I would have done if I found a spare vial of antivirus. I love this half-healed Rain and her anger and insight and I love the fierce working bond Alice and Rain develop.

First sentence: Rain's blood is thick in her veins, sluggish and tainted, and with each flash of heat which spikes her temperature, she follows the battle of virus and antivirus and knows, whichever prevails, her body is failing and she will lose.

I wanted to write this story because I love Rain so much I wanted her to live and I wanted to explore the dynamic between Rain and Alice. I love the idea that Rain can feel her body failing and that she's fighting it with everything she has, and also the idea that, no matter what happens, no matter if the virus wins or the antivirus, her body is being irrevocably changed, right down to the structure of her cells. She'll be the monster in the woman and who knows if she can control it. That's part of the appeal of werewolf stories for me, too, and this is just another way to explore that. I like the parallels between Rain and Alice, too, and I think they could do even more amazing things if they had more time to work together.

One ending had Rain slipping away at last, while sleeping in the same bed as Alice, and the monster left behind tearing out Alice's throat, but I thought that was dark in a way I didn't want to be, mainly that it seemed too much like punishing them for either a) being women having sex, b) being women in a horror movie, or c) being women with too much power.

However, the final line of that ending was this: Rain is almost lost to the monster, trapped in this body she cannot control, but as she sparks out and fades away, she can taste Alice - the heat of her mouth, the slick of her cunt, the bite of her blood - lingering on her tongue.

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oddmonster gave me this:

My goodness! I never knew you were such a Miami Vice fan, but the moment I began reading "Just Two of the Boys", I loved it. The nuanced way you really get the challenges Gina and Trudy face as the only women on an all-male squad, how frustrated they get having to go undercover as prostitutes every single episode, and how one chooses to speak out and risk everything, and the other keeps silent, privileging her career over her personal feelings. Well, I teared up, I'll tell you that.

thank you so so much for writing this. :D

Well first I flailed because that's what I do whenever I write a new fandom, no matter how much I love it. Then I thought about all the things I could explore when writing about these women on an otherwise male squad: sexism, racism, feeling forced to choose between family and career, people assuming they should be friends just because they're the only two women, actually being friends because they have more in common than being women, what happens when one friend is scared for the other friend, and what happens when friends fight over careers. I thought about making this girl slash and exploring a multiracial couple as well as the difficulties of partners dating, but decided that wasn't what I wanted to do with this story, in part because I didn't want people to think I thought them queer simply because they were women in a typically male career.

It's a frame story, opening and closing with a first person monologue by Trudy who regrets all the things she didn't say and the way she sacrificed too much, including her partner, including their friendship.

First lines: I fucked up a lot. Not because I'm a woman, but because I'm me.

Last lines: Fear sealed my mouth once but the pain of losing so much, of losing her, loosened my tongue. I'll never speak enough words to make it up to her, not if I'm never silent again.