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ministarfruit · 2 months

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day 15: haunting ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

#HALFWAY THROUGH??!#minifemslashfeb2024 #ace attorney #lanamia #lana skye #mia fey #rotating them in my head #what if ghost mia DIDN'T agree with lana #I should add that my original concept for this was #that ghost mia is just a projection and lana is just imagining her spite post-mortem #as one does when they are not in a good state of mind #but I also think if mia genuinely disapproved of her actions... that would be so interesting #either way I think it should haunt lana #I just think that would be interesting #like what if mia asked about it when she was alive and investigating corruption #and lana deliberately lied to her #those kinds of regrets...#I love ghost stories...#me wanting mia to actually haunt the narrative...

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mokadevs · 3 months

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day 8: living dead

#madohomu #puella magi madoka magica #madoka kaname #homura akemi #minifemslashfeb2024 #kiki draws #my first time drawing them !! now i can get my yuri license finally

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jujoobedoodling · 3 months

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Come back soon.

Again set after slands. The girls deserve to heal together.

inspired by this femslash february prompt list

#world of warcraft #sylvaina #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #minifemslashfeb2024 #mine #also a HUGE fan of sylvanas putting her hair up honestly #and jaina having different braids

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incurable-peppermint · 2 months

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When James tells Delia about Jessie's 'snowgasbords' she wants to cook Jessie the real deal.

Ministarfruit Femslash February 2024

Day 29: And Then I Found You

(Very much inspired by @yamujiburo 's Hanamusa AU)

And that's the last day! Happy femslash feb everyone <3

#hanamusashipping #pokemon #minifemslashfeb2024 #femslash february 2024 #femslash february #fic #fanfic #ao3

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jays-therapist · 2 months

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femslash feb, day 4: doomed by the narrative

#VERY VERY LATE FEMSLASH FEB ENTRY #I've literally hated everything I've created this month (including this)#but I really wanted to participate so here's some kyosaya for the soul #they make me insane. Everything about them #what if I lost you to your despair so I killed the both of us so you would never have to be alone again #And we were both girls #pmmm #kyosaya #my art (unfortunately)#minifemslashfeb2024

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avuck · 2 months

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DAY 29: And then I found you

Happy FebYURI, everyone! I know I missed this by a long shot but I really wanted to draw something for @ministarfruit's mini femslash month.

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cryzono · 3 months

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day 1 - if only

#danganronpa #danganronpa fanart #sakuraoi #sakura oogami #aoi asahina #femslash february #femslash feb #minifemslashfeb2024 #harper draws

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cosmereplay · 3 months

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Day 4: Doomed by the narrative

Rated Teen, Veil & Tyn, RoW spoilers

“Where am I?” Veil asked. One minute, she'd been asking Shallan if she had done well, and the next, she'd found herself fading…and now, she was at a darkeyes tavern?

She stepped forward tentatively, looking around. The other people seemed…indistinct, except for one person sitting at the bar who looked deeply familiar, despite the fact that Veil had never met her.

They could never have met, because it was the woman whose manner, fashion, and history Veil had stolen whole cloth.

The woman glanced down and to the side, tilting her ear towards Veil as if she could hear Veil’s thoughts.

“You gonna come join me, Veil?” Tyn asked. “Always room for one more in the Tranquilline Halls.”

“You’re not even Vorin,” Veil chuckled as she sat beside her, her confusion drowned in the sheer excitement of meeting the mentor she’d never actually met. “Am I dead?” she asked, as Tyn gestured to the barkeep for a round of Horneater White. “How do you know me?”

Tyn offered a cheers. “First, to the woman who finally killed me,” she said with an easy smile. She didn’t seem to have taken it too badly.

“To Shallan Davar.” They clinked glasses, and Veil drank her small cup in one go. It didn’t even burn going down. It just warmed her belly, leaving her feeling as indistinct as the rest of the tavern looked. She shook her head, as if to shake off the fuzziness.

“What a woman. I had no idea what I was getting into when I met her.” Tyn smiled again, looking Veil up and down. “She really liked the outfit, huh?”

“She liked a lot about you,” Veil said, and spun her empty glass on the bartop at what looked like an impossible angle. The trick was simply to do it confidently. “Because of you, I could do what she felt she couldn’t do. I had the skills she didn’t have, or didn’t want to have. Because of you, I was free in a way she thought she couldn’t be.”

Tyn narrowed her eyes. “She even took my advice about blending in as a darkeyes. I like that. You know, I’ve been watching ever since she ran me through with that storming Blade.”

The idea that she’d been watching them brought up some acutely embarrassing memories, and Veil winced. “Even in Kholinar?”

Tyn laughed, loudly and freely. “Yeah. You two were a piece of work out there. Nah, I'm remembering that cursed place with the beads.”

“Shadesmar?”

“Yeah. And your time at the tower city. You earned that hat and coat, girl, the way you can flip those cards. The way you can talk yourself out of trouble. You earned your reputation. You were based on me, Veil, but you grew out of me. You did things I was never capable of. Putting someone else first. Loving someone. Protecting them. After a while, I realized I was rooting for you. I want you to know that. You were…” She wiped her eye. “Storms, you’re the closest thing I ever had to a daughter. I…”

“You don’t have to say it.” Veil’s breath caught between embarrassment and longing.

“No, don’t you see?” Tyn said. “That’s why I’m still here, hanging on. I have to say it. I was a conwoman all my life. This is my last chance to say something honest in this Heralds-forsaken life.”

Tyn reached out, taking Veil’s freehand in her uncovered safehand. She had stayed behind for her. For Veil. The touch was intimate in a way Veil had never known, and it moved her deeply.

“You did good, kid.” She squeezed Veil’s hand, and Veil squeezed back, treasuring the warmth of it. She reimagined those same worst moments knowing that Tyn, her never-mentor, had been cheering her on. Her throat swelled with emotion, and she could feel her eyes watering.

She looked up to find Tyn’s eyes were also sparkling with barely-suppressed emotion. They both quickly looked away, wiping their eyes in a symmetrical series of motions.

Veil ordered the next round, and lifted her cup. “To learning from the best.”

“If I’d been the best I wouldn’t have gotten stabbed by a seventeen-year-old,” Tyn laughed.

Veil grinned. “Fine. To the woman I tried to become.”

The older woman lifted her cup. “And to the woman you actually became.”

They clinked their cups, then drank. Veil felt this one hit harder. She started to feel a bit dizzy, disoriented. The tavern around them started to swirl and fade. “I am dead, aren’t I?” she said, half in awe. The air seemed to sparkle with an electric energy.

“No, just me. It’s my time now,” Tyn said. She had stood, and she leaned back against the bar casually, looking upwards as the scene faded into a soft, warm light. “Go back to Shallan, kid. Things’ll be different, sure, but that’s life, and you’ve got a lot more living to do.”

The light brightened until Veil couldn’t see Tyn anymore. “Goodbye,” she whispered, as finally, she felt herself floating in the back of Shallan’s mind again. She stepped forward, feeling her former consciousness fade and change into a bright new awareness.

She had done well.

"Yes," Shallan whispered. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

#minifemslashfeb2024 #cosmere femslash february #veil/tyn #veil x tyn #veil stormlight #shallan davar #tyn stormlight #stormlight fanfic #rhythm of war #row spoilers

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vahre · 3 months

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Day 06: It still bleeds

“You’re an idiot,” Ashlynn huffed.

“…shut up…”

Ramona keeps getting into fights, and as much as Ashlynn threatens not to take care of her next time, they both know that’s not true.

#ever after high #everafterhigh #ashlynn ella #ramona badwolf #vahre art #minifemslashfeb2024

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l3onart · 3 months

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☆ Mini femslash february day 6: it still bleeds ☆

#aurametis #metis cykes #aura blackquill #ace attorney #minifemslashfeb2024 #Coping with my exam by using what i study to paint lesbianism

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ammoniteflesh · 3 months

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Femslash February 4 - 'Doomed by the Narrative'

Utenanthy!!! Man, writing Anthy POV is a fun challenge.

Rating: T Word Count: 440 Content Warnings: Dissociation, animal death, a bit of body horror.

An overcast sky. A bullet that catches a bird in the wing, sending it careening from the air. Plants that die beneath your stamping feet.

There had been a time when Akio had taken Anthy hunting. This was before, of course, when knives had been for other creatures’ flesh.

She does not think of these trips very often. She has found that this distracts her. There are moments, though, when she watches Utena duel, when she finds she has no choice.

Something in the briskness of the motion, the resolve in the face. The unmistakable signs of body made weapon, with a target in its sights. Something in the way a smile would dart onto Utena’s face as she pressed forward, putting her opponent on the defensive.

Anthy wonders if Utena would smile like that if she knew how each blow felt. The blade of Dios is a part of her, after all - she feels it like a body part. Feels the jarring vibration of metal on metal as if it’s in her bones. Feels the motion like nausea. Feels the sure but sweaty hold of Utena’s palm.

It is decidedly unpleasant. The trick to withstanding such feelings - one that Anthy has had ample opportunity to hone - is to let your mind wander.

It’s easy, really. You do not want to be here; neither does your mind. Stiffly, deliberately, Anthy takes a breath. Her vision swims. She lets herself be anywhere but here.

The frantic flapping of wings. The blood staining the down. Her brother’s face as he had cocked the gun. It wasn’t mercy, it never could be, with him. It was simply what came next. Her own small body at his side, leaning towards him in the cold. Akio’s body always ran hot.

Well. ‘Anywhere but here’ is not always pleasant, either, but these things cannot be helped.

There are moments when Anthy looks at Utena and catches a glimpse of something she cannot understand. Usually when Utena is not looking at her - when she is still asleep, drool collecting on her pillow, and Anthy has woken early to clean. Or when she is laughing with Wakaba, the two of them sprawled out on fresh-mown grass. Or when - or when - or when -

It has happened so often, yet Anthy cannot describe what she sees. The feeling of drifting off to sleep while ill. The feeling of an icepack on a sprain. The possibility, however dim or distant, of relief.

Utena parries Juri’s blow. Tension. Tremors down her spine. Anthy flinches, though she hardly moves.

Once the hunter has seen you, Anthy knows, the bird is all but doomed.

#faust writes #rgu #minifemslashfeb2024 #femslash february #utenanthy #revolutionary girl utena #rgu fic

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ministarfruit · 2 months

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