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femslashfeb · 3 months

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HELLO ALL

TLDR

No reblogging from the blog this year - posting prompts tomorrow the 31st

For the past few years I've very much struggled with reblogging everyone's activity in the tag. So this year I will not be doing so.

(OR maybe I will? I just don't want to commit)

Even if I knew how to make a bot that reblogs - a lot of people still use the unique tag to tag outside challenges. So I've always had to hand submit. However it became too stressful for me and for the past few years I ended up avoiding it until later weeks or even months.

If you noticed I didn't finish reblogging last year so- I've just given up on that.

Honestly I've struggled a lot with depression for the last 7 years or so. It's been harder and harder to find my way back to tumblr. It doesn't help that my phone can barely handle the amount of apps it already has.

My main account @puff-pink hardly ever updates because of my big sad. And I don't know if I'll ever get back on the horse in the same way I did before.

Some of you know me as an artist, and tho I still churn out subpar art for my day-job I've struggled a lot to make art for myself during my depression. Partially because one year I overworked my hand - and still deal in continual wrist aches. Even the weeks I don't pick up a drawing tool.

I intended this challenge for myself and maybe the small fandoms I was in at the time. But it took off among writers and creators of all types across all fandoms.

One year I even tried to tally the most popular fandoms but there were honestly too many to keep track of- and I stopped after the first three pages of submissions.

I don't claim to have invented the concept of FemSlash February. Before I started the prompts I swear I had heard the phrase somewhere. Tho not sure where. Perhaps it had been amongst my friends on Skype. Back when I had online friends and Skype(I'm still not sold on Discord🤷‍♀️).

However that January I thought it would be fun to partake in a challenge of some kind. But scouring tumblr and the general internet. I could only find half hearted efforts on fanfiction sites from years past.

I'm so proud of all my Sapphic creators on here that have partaken every year. Even if I've never shown favoritism or awarded anyone. I do notice those that actually complete the challenge AND those that keep coming back each year(looking at you H20 writer(I don't remember your username but there's a mermaid writer that's a writing machine)). I truly am proud of you especially in my shriveled state of creativity. Thank you for your efforts. For your hype. And for your love of women of all kinds across all the universes.

Each year I'm surprised to find even more categories I never thought to include. From mood boards, to doll photography, to ofc the classic art and writing. May your pencils forever be in union with your sister mediums.

On that note. There is a strict NO AI GENERATED ART or writing this year.

Not that I could physically stop anyone who does use AI. But I do not want that sort of thing associated with this challenge. It's become scarily good in 2023 to the point it can't always be identified. So I simply ask for the honor system when it comes to AI generated creations.

That being said. If you've made it to the end of this post:

Prompts will be posted tomorrow.

I usually prefer to give yall more of a buffer, but I've been busy. Both with Big Sad, rescuing some feral cats, my own life, errands, chores and work.

If you're still here- here is a preview of the first three days.

FEB 1 - black

FEB 2 - spring

FEB 3 - cake

The 14th as usual will be some sort of Valentine romance type theme(haven't decided specifically yet) and as always there will be a Rest Day.

Expect some repeat prompts. In the past I tried to avoid them but idc anymore.

It's also a Leap Year this year so expect one extra prompt to throw off the symmetry of what's normally 28 days.

Thanks for coming back this year. And thank you to those that still check on this blog.

❤️🧡🤍💜🩷

Keep loving girls

-PuffPink

#femslashfeb #femslash february #femslashfeb2024 #lesbian

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esmeebeek · 2 months

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Happy Valentine’s ❣️🍫

#Kaede Akamatsu #Maki Harukawa #HaruMatsu #femslashfeb #femslash february #valentine's day #danganronpa V3 #new danganronpa killing harmony #my art #illustration #drawing #artwork #fanart #artists on tumblr

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spacefruitpress · 3 months

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It's the happiest, most Sapphic time of year! 🧡🤍💖 To celebrate we have four WLW titles now available on Kindle Unlimited, or to buy on Amazon. Check them out! http://tinyurl.com/yc8wn4ex

#femslashfeb #sapphic romance #lesbian books #sapphic books #wlw books #wlw romance #lesbian romance #kindle unlimited #KU #romance books #queer romance #indie publisher #booklr

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merryfortune · 3 months

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their kiss, laced with the perfume of dahlias

Written for Femslash February 2024

Day 7. Dahlia

Title: their kiss, laced with the perfume of dahlias

Ship: Visionshipping | Ishizu/Mai

Word Count: 1,469

Universe: Duel Monsters

Rating: G

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Holidays, Public Displays of Affection

For all the gravity with which Ishizu carried herself, there was an element of which had never felt real to her.

She was sheltered. Sculpted. A mouthpiece, an extension of her previous incarnation’s self and the wearer of the Millenium Necklace.

For example, she knew what flowers were. How they would be described botanically, what purpose they served in the ecosystem and even admire their beauty. She even had her favourites amongst the ones she had read of but text on a page and secondhand accounts, they couldn’t accurately depict the scent of a flower, or its touch.

And that was just a trivial example of the Plato’s cave that Ishizu found herself within.

There was so much outside of the realm of Ishizu’s lived experience. She could forgive her brother for wanting to live it. No one else could live it for him, after all. Only he could. That was, however, not an indulgence that Ishizu would give herself.

At least not until her duties were done and the ghosts of the past had been put to rest.

However, Ishizu refused to allow this to be a weakness, to even give a hint of it. She kept her mouth closed on all occasions and allowed the Millenium Necklace to wield her as necessary but there was one incident where her guard slipped.

She crossed paths with Kujaku Mai and that desire to feel real, to experience what was real, wafted through Ishizu as she caught the scent of Mai’s perfume in passing. They were going in opposite directions. Mai was on her way to the communal restrooms; Ishizu was on her way to her room and just that…

It was enough to weaken her and entice her.

“What a beautiful perfume.” Ishizu thoughtlessly said to herself, not even realising she was thinking out loud.

Not until the click of Mai’s heels on the hard flooring of the Kaiba Corp. blimp ceased and she turned around, laughing, amused, “Thank you. It's a Mexican perfume with dahlias. Quite an unusual scent, don’t you think?”

“Ah, yes, indeed.” Ishizu said and she would have liked for the small talk to end there.

“Have you ever been?” Mai asked. “To Mexico?”

“No.” Ishizu replied.

“I think you’d like it there. Just a hunch though.” Mai shrugged.

And now it did.

Ishizu held onto her sigh of relief. She did not want to drop her mask of mystery and mystique but she could tell Kujaku Mai had a keen eye for details on people. Just from hunches.

The fact that it was a dahlia based perfume… Well, now that was a funny trick of fate. Ishizu would have to admit because she had never seen a dahlia in real life, nor would she have begun to have guessed that was the smell of them but dahlias were one of the flowers she liked in theory.

It was every bit as unique a smell as her books had promised. It was fresh and crisp with a sharp undertone of bitterness to mix with the natural floral scent of the bright and eclectic flower. Ishizu liked it.

She did not allow herself, however, to admit she liked it especially on Mai.

Dahlias symbolised good taste and that seemed to be an apt association for Kujaku Mai: a woman often embroiled in what others might call opulence and luxury.

Mai was famed for her keen sense of smell, likely having hyperosmia as her now debunked strategy of cheating that Ishizu had heard about involved her lacing her cards with different perfumes. Forty cards to a deck, well, of course she would have quite the collection of perfumes to cycle through.

Still, that one little encounter, it survived surprisingly well in the every twisting, merging and unmerging of fate, like river deltas in perpetual flux because on the other side of it, Ishizu and Mai found themselves again. Several years later. Going in the same direction this time.

Mai was a globetrotting Duelist with her name chanted through electric crowds. Ishizu’s archaeology was famed far and wide, she was making waves in academia. It seemed only natural, somehow, that their paths would cross and the connection that they shared all those years ago would turn into a close companionship.

Especially now that Ishizu was free of those duties that had kept her weighed down akin to Atlas.

“See?” Mai giggled. “I told you that you’d love Mexico.”

Their relationship didn’t have a proper name. Mai didn’t want to be tied down and nor did Ishizu but they still wanted to be attached to one another. Both loved their country of origin and freedom as young adults on the other side of twenty-something to give that up.

However, lovers and girlfriends might be close but their holidays, like this one, were almost akin to honeymoons given that both ladies disavowed work on them.

“Yes, you did say that.” Ishizu said but she was almost too enchanted by her surroundings to reply - and she sounded just as airy. Her heart welled up with emotions as she added, “You remembered?”

“How could I forget?” Mai asked as she snaked her arm around Ishizu’s waist, pulling her in for a half embrace. “It was our first meeting.”

Ishizu was highly flattered by the reply as Mai walked her through the Sunday market. They were going to visit Xochimilco later, in the afternoon, and see the canals and listen to the music of mariachi bands playing for tourists like them but already, Ishizu was entranced by the more ordinary locales such as this marketplace.

These streets were festooned with traditional architecture and buzzed with commerce. People came and went in throngs, there was chatting and laughter, bargaining and purchasing. The smell of food was strong and made Ishizu’s mouth water as she was tempted by every street vendor or stall selling fruit picked fresh this morning in the wee hours of dawn. The hustle and bustle, the clamour of it all, absolutely enraptured Ishizu.

She wasn’t a smiley woman, not by a longshot, but her expression was open and light-hearted as she wandered the cobblestone streets with Mai.

The sheer joy and delight of it all, and underneath an endless azure sky, was a far cry from Ishizu’s upbringing. The desert was barren by night, the stone halls silent even during the height of day and so, she all but celebrated this moment to be amongst the sights and sounds, the smells, too.

As Mai picked something out from one of the stalls - this one run by a kindly-looking elderly lady and her middle aged son. She nodded, asking wordlessly for permission, to pick up a glass bottle and she beckoned for Ishizu’s attention.

“No way, I thought these weren’t made anymore.” Mai said, excited. “Look, it’s the perfume I was wearing when I met you. Must be our lucky day.”

Ishizu blinked curiously. The bottle was pink and multifaceted, with gold lettering on the front of it and attached as an old-fashioned, fuzzy squeeze. Mai paid for it and immediately gifted it to her.

“Do you want to try wearing it?” Mai asked, her voice dropping low to a whisper as she got on her tip-toes to talk to her.

“I would.” Ishizu replied.

Mai hummed as she went back down onto the balls of her feet. They shuffled off to the side, to a dip in the cement and a sliver of the alleyway between the old buildings that enclosed either side of the stone channel the marketplace inhabited.

Mai took Ishizu’s hand and undid the cap, having enough forethought to not use an asthmatic trigger in public lest it cause an issue. And so, she gently rubbed it on Ishizu’s wrist by taking off the cap and tapping it, coaxing out the liquid to spritz Ishizu.

The fluid of the perfume was cold on Ishizu’s skin. Runny, too, and of course pungent. Ishizu got a deep breath of it even from far away but when Mai recapped it, she took that as her cue. She drew up her hand to her face and closed her eyes.

She savoured it. Not just the perfume but all her surroundings. Ishizu was certain, she was in love. With Mexico, with her favourite flowers, and yes, with Mai. She smiled a small smile as her eyes opened ever so slightly.

“Thank you, Mai.” Ishizu said. “I love it.”

“I think it suits you, too.” Mai flirted.

Ishizu didn’t need to read minds to know what Mai was insinuating so she leaned down. Mai initiated a kiss and Ishizu chastely returned her affections. She felt the warm wind blow and their kiss, laced with the perfume of dahlias, was lost in the humdrum ordinance of it all.

#femslash #femslashfeb2024 #femslashfeb #yugioh duel monsters #ygodm #visionshipping #ishizu ishtar #mai kujaku #kujaku mai #writing tag #clover and violets #clover and violets 2024 #their kiss laced with the perfume of dahlias #crazy that the most iconic (probably) dm yuri ship is ellgible for my self imposed challenge

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gucciguccigarbage · 1 year

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Damn, You Live Like This?

Femslash February Day 8 "Damn, dude, you live like this?"

Posted using PostyBirb

#femslashfebruary #femslashfeb #minifemslashfebruary #adventure time #bubbline #princess bubblegum #marceline the vampire queen #my art #recent #fandom #digital art

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kavehscanvas · 1 year

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Day 3: "I like hearing your thoughts"

Fischl is infodumping Flowers For Princess Fischl lore fr

The prompt list I'm using belongs to ministarfruit: Link here.

#genshin impact #fischelle #fischl #Noelle #noelle genshin impact #femslashfeb #femslashfebruary #my art

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rowanwriting · 1 year

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indifferent stars

When Leliana woke, the other side of the bed was empty.

She was still getting used to sleeping on a proper mattress again, even so long after the Battle of Denerim. After so many months on the road, it was strange, to feel the soft down beneath her body. She knew Natia was having difficulty, as well. Her beloved warden, now the Hero of Ferelden, found the luxury now offered to her strange and almost offputting. It wouldn't be the first night Natia had woken up, uncomfortable and uncertain, and she doubted it would be the last.

She rose, pulling the thick blanket around her like a cloak, shivering as her bare feet touched the cold stone floor. The fire had burned down to cinders, and the window to the balcony was open, a cool breeze entering the room.

The quarters that the newly crowned King and Queen of Ferelden gave them were certainly opulent enough, she thought, likely meant for noble visitors. Well, Alistair would see them comfortable, and Anora had reason to be fond of them, as well.

They had put her on the throne, after all.

read on archive of our own.

#femslashfeb2023 #femslashfeb #femslash february #femslash feb 2023 #dragon age #leliana #grey warden #myfic #mine.

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77ngiez · 1 year

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femslashfeb day 1: stars! haha, yeah, this totally counts….

#nana’s art #dra #danganronpa another #kanata inori #kizuna tomori #kizukana #kizunata #tomonori #inotomo #???? whats their ship name #femslashfeb #femslashfeb2023

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mokadevs · 3 months

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day 4: doomed by the narrative

#fgo #fate grand order #fate/grand order #lostbelt 6 spoilers #castoria #ritsuka fujimaru #gudako #gudacas #caster artoria #oberon #oberon fgo #minifemslashfeb2024 #sorry todays piece did not pass the bechdel test #shakes my fist at oberon etc #not 100% happy with this as ive had a headache all day but we're surviving ^_^#ill do non fate related pieces for femslashfeb i Prommy #but its just. you know #kiki draws

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ministarfruit · 2 months

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minifemslashfeb 2024 summary - COMPLETE!!

WHAT A MONTH. and here we are, at the end of it. somehow. obligatory "congrats for surviving february" to you all. it was certainly hectic for me, but I crawl on. we all crawl on.

also, yes, my cat decided to use my tablet as a sleeping pad every single time I sat down so we were dealing with some obstacles along the way. you know how it is with cats. (she was rewarded handsomely for allowing me to use her sleeping pad to draw, don't worry.)

BUT in any case, please check out all the amazing entries this month that people have contributed to the tag: minifemslashfeb2024! I'm so happy to see so many people participating this year, definitely go take a look, there's so much epic sapphic content, we LOVE to see it!! other femslashfeb events ran this year too, so go feast. go on. lots out there to discover. wonderful world.

as always, stay awesome, stay loving, thanks for keeping me company once again.

cheers to another year ♡

#personal #minifemslashfeb2024 #it was fun trying out a bunch of different series this year!#thought I'd shake up the variety a little bit #of course that meant there were a lot of characters I wasn't able to draw #but I can draw them another time!#why is femslashfeb like happy new year for me HELP #OK NIGHT NIGHT #I'll keep the prompt list pinned for a little longer as some people are in different time zones #but yes!! please!! have a look at everyone else's work!!!#it's all out there!!!#yuri month STRONG!!!!

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kiiwrii · 3 months

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Day 8- Living Dead

#nevermore #nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #berenice nevermore #eulalie nevermore #berenice x eulalie #I didn't think I would finish this in time but looks like I made it so here you go #Ignore the fact I didn't even bother with the lower half of Eulalie's outfit #expect about one more femslashfeb from me I'm terribly slow and there's no way I can finish that many in time

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esmeebeek · 1 year

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Happy Valentines 💗

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spacefruitpress · 2 months

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Take a ride with Catherine Fletcher’s snowy roadtrip rekindled romance story, Baggage for Two! 🚗❄️👩‍❤️‍👩 Now available to read on Kindle Unlimited! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C4C39SQB

#femslashfeb #femslash february #wlw romance #sapphic romance #queer romance #sweet romance #kindle unlimited

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merryfortune · 3 months

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Sunflower Fields (aren't) Forever

Written for Femslash February 2024

Day 4. Field

Title: Sunflower Fields (aren’t) Forever

Ship: not applicable | Asana/Romin/Tiger

Word Count: 1,632

Universe: Sevens - Canon Compliant

Rating: T

Tags: Established Relationship, Polyamory, Bittersweet, Happy Ending

Things had been going well for RoaRomin.

So well in fact, they now had huge expectations on their shoulders for the next album. It had to go double- no, triple platinum. It had to outdo and outpace the last one as it had done fine. It was totally par the course and whilst stability was good, growth was even better and so.

The responsibility of course fell on the band to find new inspiration, new gimmicks, and new songs.

It was completely and totally stressing Romin out.

Her bandmates all had their own ideas of what they wanted. Heavy rock and roll. Light hearted pop bops and jams. A high-concept album. A patchwork of singles. It was tearing them apart whenever they got into the recording studio trying to do something. Anything! Rehearse, practice, brainstorm! Anything, pretty, please.

Romin was suffocating over the creative differences they were feeling like razor blades. The city was smoggy and stifling. Romin felt like she had a headache whenever she thought about leaving her and Roa’s apartment and she felt like she had stomach problems whenever he was hanging out around it too.

“So yeah, that’s the short of it.” Romin said as she finished up venting to her girlfriend.

They were sympathetic over the phone. Asana was fourteen in a high-powered corporate job thanks to being an heiress and whilst Tiger didn’t have a career yet, she still held herself to tall and nigh impossible standards. So they listened over the phone with Romin ranting about her troubles in the world of music.

“You need a break.” Tiger said.

“Mmhm.” Asana agreed.

“I don’t really have the time to lollygag though…” Romin said.

“I’m not suggesting we whisk you away to Europe on my family credit card or anything-” Asana said.

“I was.” Tiger said. “Italy is lovely and mild this time of year.”

“Let’s just do something small.” Asana said. “Get you out of Goha City, not into Naples.”

Romin laughed, “I dunno…”

“Well, what about,” Tiger hummed, “what about our secret hideout? Mine and Asana’s.”

“Our what…?” Romin echoed confused.

She straightened how she was lying all higgelty-piggelty on her bed. She blinked and changed how she was holding her phone. She very much did not have a secret hideout. The closest thing she had would be like… Yuga’s lab.

“Oh, um, not our.” Asana embarrassedly clarified. “Mine and Tiger’s secret base.”

“From our youth.” Tiger said.

“You’ll love it.” Asana said, getting excited. Her voice was almost squealing as she got giddy. “It’s not too far from where Tiger and I live, oh, we haven’t been there in years. It’ll be fun to visit it again.”

“Yeah, it does sound fun.” Tiger agreed. “What do you think, Romin?”

“Uh. sure?” Romin replied.

She recoiled as Asana and Tiger began to get a bit pitchy in their excitement. Though it was mainly Asana, Tiger was just egging her on and through the ear-piercing squeals turned staticky through her phone, Romin gathered what she needed from the conversation.

It was decided. They would go visit Asana and Tiger’s secret base as soon as possible: tomorrow afternoon. They would bring instruments and a picnic and make a whole date out of it. Their excitement was contagious, completely blinding Romin to the nostalgia that she didn’t have for this place.

Romin rarely felt left out and this was not going to be one of those times where she was, either. Asana and Tiger were determined to include her. They never wanted her to feel like a third wheel on their relationship. Their meeting with her had brought out the best in them and felt like a natural evolution but there was still a steep difference between childhood friends who had known each other forever versus the newcomer who knew them for a comparatively shorter amount of time.

The next day, on the way, Romin must have heard every story, every memory that Asana and Tiger had regarding their secret base. Their secret base sounded like a beautiful and halcyon place. Romin could imagine it vividly thanks to Asana and Tiger’s description of it.

A meadow in the forest, soft and pastel grass underfoot and endless blue skies overhead. Then the masterpiece of nature in the middle: the sunflower patch with flowers which were taller than tall which knitted together to form the clubhouse and tousled in the wind.

Oh, it sounded like a breath of fresh air.

Completely and utterly different to how cooped up she felt in the city.

Romin’s head was migraine free and although her stomach stirred, it was butterflies and not nausea. She was all smiles as she joined her girlfriends on foot for the surprisingly large distance from Asana’s mansion to their secret base.

Kids really did have limitless energy, didn’t they? Both Asana and Tiger could swear - they swore - the distance was much, much shorter than how it actually panned out.

Because all three of them were exhausted once they had made the trek through the woods. They arrived all hot and sweaty since it was the middle of summer. Worse still, when they arrived, they almost missed it because the field of sunflowers was not like Asana and Tiger remembered.

Nor what Romin was promised.

She had built up this scene in her imagination, of the idyllic field and pastures. Of sitting in the shade of the sunflowers and enjoying the company of Asana and Tiger as they ate endlessly and soaked up the atmosphere, making music and sharing jokes.

That was not the reality that Romin found herself in as she stood on the outer ring of what had once been the sunflower patch that Asana and Tiger had made their secret base. She set down the picnic basket and held onto the strap her guitar case was in. She had that feeling in the bottom of her stomach again. Similar to how being around Roa whose ideas were in the complete opposite direction of her own opposed against Ushiro and Getta’s, too, but different.

She glanced at Asana and Tiger. She didn’t even pretend to smile or be understanding. Their secret base now only existed in their memories. Memories she could be talked at length about but would just be stories, not her own experiences.

“I swear these things used to be taller…” Asana said.

She tried to perk up one of the wilted sunflowers. Had summer claimed them or had time? She couldn’t tell as another flopped down, withered and brown, after she tried to prop it up.

“There’s no use getting depressed over something like this.” Tiger decided, ever level-headed to a fault. Her bluntness made Asana sigh.

They all stood, with the sun overhead. Its rays beat down over them and Romin sighed, too. She flopped down and beckoned to Tiger, she nodded and unfurled the picnic blanket that she had been carrying along.

“You’re right, Tiger, no use getting depressed over this.” Romin said.

Though, Asana and Tiger’s excitement had been contagious, they were all here now. Romin was being shown more of the secret world of Asana and Tiger’s relationship, taking her rightful place within it as the third member of their trio - no longer a duo or a two-person couple. She swung her guitar around and set it in her lap.

Asana smiled, bittersweet, glad that Romin and Tiger could make the most of a disappointing situation. She sat down with them and shared iced tea amongst them. They were all so thirsty thanks to their hike and suddenly, things started to look up again.

“What matters most to me,” Romin said as she fiddled with her guitar, “is having a good time with you both. We can’t be stuck in the… past.” Her voice trailed off and she lifted up her head. Her eyes went wide.

“Something the matter?” Asana asked and Tiger stared quizzically, too.

“Stuck in the past… We can’t be stuck in the past!” Romin repeated, albeit just as cryptic as before. “That’s why we can’t write an album, I get it now! All of RoaRomin are stuck in the past but we need something new. Something from the future!”

Asana and Tiger’s expressions split into a smile. They loved Romin’s passion, how her face lit up as she had her epiphany. It seemed the trip out here wasn’t a bust after all.

Romin’s fingers began to speed along the neck of her guitar, she could feel the burgeoning rhythm of a new song in the skin of her fingertips. They blistered as she threw herself into the hype, chasing the idea but despite her quickness, the song turned out rather melodic.

Romin glanced at Tiger, “Try playing your flute.” she said.

“With pleasure.” Tiger replied.

Asana politely applauded them both as she was sampled to something which began to slow down. It turned sweet and melancholic. It was completely unlike any RoaRomin song that Romin had ever produced but they could all feel the throb of something special in their chests.

Roa clawed for their past success, wanting to replicate it over and over again. Getta worshipped the King who had died over a century ago. Ushiro was all about the grungy low tech of the retro. Even Romin had found herself pulled all the way back into the past, unable to muster something new until… now.

And it was all thanks to Asana, Tiger, and their sunflower field. It mightn’t have turned out like they had hoped but they couldn’t disagree with the results. Romin would just have to have her fingers crossed that everyone else would like the resulting song as much as they did.

#femslashfeb #femslashfeb2024 #femslash #femslash february #femslash february 2024 #yugioh sevens #sevens #yugioh #asana x romin x tiger #romin x asana x tiger #tiger x asana x romin #writing tag #sunflower fields (aren't) forever

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