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Announcing Georganie / What the Girlfriends Week 2020!

Event will take place April 5th - April 11th

Please join us in celebrating the relationship between these two ghost hunter girlfriends!

PROMPTS

Day 1: pets / ghosts / regret

Day 2: domestic / dreams / slaughter

Day 3: promise / fantasy / avatar

Day 4: together / pride / apocalypse

Day 5: gift / doors / blind

Day 6: laughter / touch / death

Day 7: kiss / bravery / fear

More information + a more formal post/graphic will follow soon but for now, please REBLOG this post to spread awareness! Thank you!

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(it’s estherroberts!) thank you sooo much for hosting tma femslash week, & thank you for being so patient for everyone who sent in stuff late 😅 it was my first time being part of something like this and i had a wonderful experience. i love being part of a community that supports wlw and the stories about them and your efforts are so appreciated! thank you for giving us a platform 💕

Thank you so much for participating!! I’m so glad you enjoyed this, I really loved running it and I’m so happy my fellow mods and I were able to create a platform for so many talented content creators!

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tma femslash week, day 7: free day

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the door creaks open. a shape, undefinable, but slithering, moves through the frame and enters the corridor. “hellooo?” the shape calls out, the door closing behind it.

further down the hall another door opens. a woman emerges, of mostly normal proportions… but her neck is slightly too long. she smiles at the shape and beckons, curling a polished finger nail toward her. the shape slides down, and as the light of the corridor shines on it, the woman smiles. “hello, love.”

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read the rest on ao3!

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late entry for @tmafemslashweek 2019.5, in which basira & melanie Talk Some Stuff Out and also, hug.

[ID: a warmly coloured digital drawing of Basira and Melanie hugging. Basira has brown skin and is wearing an orange hijab and a checkered purple coat. Melanie has shoulder-length straight dark brown hair and is wearing a red sweater. Basira’s eyes are closed and she’s smiling slightly, leaning her chin on Melanie’s shoulder as they hug. Melanie’s face is hidden in Basira’s shoulder. The slightly blurred background shows a full bookcase next to them, and a grey wall with a window showing a pink sky behind them. / End ID]

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tma femslash week, day 6: apocalypse

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the phone on basira’s desk rings. she jumps. she picks it up, steadying her breath. “hello?”

“basira.”

basira nearly melts at the sound of daisy’s voice on the other end of the line.

“daisy. what’s going on?”

daisy chuckles, low and slow. “world’s ended, i suppose.”

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read the rest on ao3! | day 1 | day 2  | day 3 | day 4 | day 5

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Day 5 of @tmafemslashweek: Rivalry / Wedding

what the wives!!

[id: georgie and melanie sitting in a flat colored mountainous area. georgie is wearing a white dress and has her hand on melanie’s knee, who is wearing a semi transparent top, white pants, and a silver cape. she has her hand on georgie’s, a red tipped cane by her side, and the admiral-a grey tortoiseshell with a residual front left leg-in her lap. the text reads “Please join us for the wedding of Georgina Barker & Melanie King *no doors *no spiders *no eating guests” end id]

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tma femslash week, day 5: proposal

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jude has said the words over and over, in the bathroom mirror, while putting on her socks, on the train. it’s a speech she wrote over and over, too, just like in the movies, with the balled up paper in the trash can. but it’s perfect now, and she knows it well.

every time she sees agnes she bites her tongue.

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[id: a digital drawing of melanie and georgie from the magnus archives facing each other, on a purple and pink gradient background. melanie has pale skin with faint freckles on her face and shoulder length red hair. she is wearing a navy blue tank top and has 3 piercings in her ear, 2 gold rings and a silver sword. her eyes are closed and she is smiling. georgie has dark skin and black dreadlocks. she is wearing a white t-shirt with a black cat on it as well as gold glasses and a gold hoop earring. she is smiling and looking at melanie, and 2 white hearts are drawn above their heads. end id]

what the girlfriends? (for @tmafemslashweek​)

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BIG thank you to everyone who participated in TMA femslash week! We had well over double the amount of content created compared to the last time we ran it and none of this would have been possible without all the extremely talented content creators in this fandom. And reminder that even though the week winding down, we’re still going to be reblogging posts for a while so feel free to continue tagging us in the things you create!

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tma femslash week, day 4: humanity

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“what the hell.” daisy grabs basira’s arm and flips it over to reveal her wrist.

a soft brown eye blinks up at them.

basira blinks back at it. “er.”

daisy holds up basira’s wrist to her face, look at all three of her eyes. “it matches.”

“i should hope so.”

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The final day of @tmafemslashweek!!!  Today was a free day with no prompt, but I couldn’t come up with anything so I kind of drew on the Humanity prompt from earlier for some moderately angsty dasira!

Thank you to the mods who put on this week and to everyone who contributed!! It was so cool to see what everyone created and I can’t wait for another week dedicated to our favorite ladies!

Basira finally tracks down Daisy after she allowed the Hunt to claim her to drive off Julia and Trevor. But when it comes time to fulfill her promise and destroy the beast that was once the woman she loved, she can’t find the strength to pull the trigger.

Fate and Promises

The thing that was once Daisy Tonner growled at the figure standing at the far end of the alleyway, cornering it.  Those two hunters had done a decent chunk of damage to the beast, but they didn’t stand a chance in the end.

However, the injuries they managed to inflict prevented it from lashing out as Basira stepped toward it, calling out a name it barely recognized as she held so tightly to a pistol that it shook in her grip.  Instead, the monster just continued to growl and snap at her as she drew in closer.

“Daisy?  Daisy, it’s me.  You know me.  It’s okay, you’re safe now.  They’re gone.”

Daisy?  Who was Daisy?  The word tasted like rotten meat, felt like sagging flesh ripped away underneath its claws.

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[id: a digital drawing of basira and annabelle from the magnus archives on a dark background. basira has a nose ring and is wearing a yellow hijab, a green shirt and a green bracelet with an eye on it. she is looking up at annabelle with an annoyed expression and her hands are loosely tied together with spiderweb. annabelle has white dreadlocks, with one side of her head shaved and covered with spiderweb patterns instead. she is wearing a maroon sweater with a spider on it. she is looking down and smiling, one of her arms wrapped around basira’s shoulders and one caressing her face. end id]

I’ve heard it’s tma femslash week, so for your consideration: Annabelle/Basira

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[id: a digital drawing of melanie and georgie from the magnus archives in profile from the neck up. melanie has pale skin and red chin length hair with bangs. georgie is slightly taller and has dark skin and curly black hair. both of their eyes are closed and their expressions are peaceful. end id]

I had no idea or energy for the rest of @tmafemslashweek so please enjoy this random piece of Melanie and Georgie I’ve had laying around for the free day. Thanks so much for hosting the event <3

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Day 6 of @tmafemslashweek!  Today I chose the prompt Apocalypse. 

In the midst of the apocalypse, Melanie and Georgie do their best to help out anyone and everyone trying to survive in this strange new world. In the process, though, Georgie regains her ability to feel fear, regarding one thing: losing Melanie.

Forgotten Fear

“Good boy,” Melanie said as the Admiral trotted over to her, another dead spider in his mouth.  The payment for his services were the usual, extra pets and a kiss on the top of his head, before he wandered off to nap.

Nobody knew if the spiders were actually some kind of spy, but the Admiral and the other pets people had brought along prevented the arachnids from taking over the base, if nothing else, along with the myriad of other creepy-crawlies that threatened to swarm over them at any given moment.  They didn’t need bugs in the base.  They had enough to worry about.

When the apocalypse hit London, it wasn’t long before people were homeless or fleeing the terror for a variety of reasons.  Misshapen monsters roamed the streets and objects caught fire with no provocation, while humans found themselves overwhelmed with a bloodthirsty rage.  No one was truly safe.

But shelter could be found.  Once their landlord wandered through a not unfamiliar door, Georgie and Melanie claimed their entire apartment building and set it up as an impromptu base, a home for those who needed it.  Some people stayed for only a few hours, to sleep and recuperate, before heading back into the streets to find their loved ones.  Others stayed for days and had no intention of leaving.  No one was turned away.

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Day 5 of @tmafemslashweek!  Today is a What the Girlfriends proposal! 

Georgie has a plan for her proposal to Melanie. She’s got it all worked out. And then Melanie proposes to her first.

Ringing in the Future

“We should get married.”

Melanie’s head rested on Georgie’s leg, and she said the words so casually that Georgie almost didn’t hear them at first over the quiet din of the television.

“You want to get married?  It’s just… never something you’ve brought up before.”

“I’ve brought up wanting to spend forever with you,” Melanie said with a smile.  “Why not make it legal?  Unless you’re not interested of course.  I get marriage isn’t for everyone.”

“No, no, I…”  Georgie couldn’t stop grinning, and the smirk on Melanie’s lips meant that she could hear it in Georgie’s voice.  “I would really like to marry you.”

Melanie sat up and turned toward Georgie to kiss her and hold her tight, before Georgie broke away in a fit of giggles.

“What is it?”

“I had this big plan for how I would propose to you, once I finally summed up the courage.  And here you are, just casually suggesting it in the middle of the nightly news.”

“You can still go through with the plan,” Melanie replied.  “I’ll pretend I didn’t know.”

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day 4, ‘humanity’. basira has a promise to keep.

[image description: a drawing of basira and daisy from the magnus archives. daisy doesn’t seem completely human, with solid yellow eyes, pointed ears, fangs and claw-like nails, and the structure of her face is more feline than it should be. in places her skin looks jagged, as if it’s being stretched over spines or fur, and it’s spattered with dirt and dried blood. she has long, tangled dark hair and torn clothes, and appears to be pinned to the ground by basira, who has a gun to daisy’s head. basira looks a little surprised and though her finger’s on the trigger, her grip on the gun is loose; daisy is holding her in place by her free wrist, and pressing the muzzle of the gun to her forehead with the other hand. end image description.]

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Something New (Day 5: Wedding/Proposal)

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Basira had found herself a nice spot in the corner after dinner, and was eagerly waiting for Melanie and Georgie to get on with dancing already, when Daisy found her.

             “Best seat in the house,” she said, by way of greeting. Basira nodded.

             “I still can’t believe they managed to get The Mechanisms for the wedding band,” Basira grumbled, fuming. “I thought they broke up years ago. Wonder if they’re fans.”

             Daisy glanced at her, confused. “What?”

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