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[femslasharmy]

ginny x luna ;

if she was the moon, then i was the stars; and oh what a glorious sky we made

[deanthomaas-blog]

femslash february — parvati x lavender

i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck — don’t you see me? i think i’m falling, i’m falling for you

[figbian]

bc femslash february is a time for more hp femslash content...i present to u..trope bingo!!! (also, ignore this banner pls & thank)

what is, exactly, trope bingo?

good question! 

trope bingo is mostly for fic/headcanon writers. every writer gets a bingo card with aus/fic tropes, and, similar to bingo, must fill out five (or more!) boxes either in a column, row, or diagonally.

in order to fill those boxes, they must write a fic/headcanon about a hp femslash pairing for every trope in the box they wish to fill. 

for example, if one of my boxes was “au: coffeeshop”, i would write a coffeeshop au with the hp femslash pairing of my choice, and then check off said box. 

how do i join/participate?

follow me and reblog this post. 

send me an ask & make sure your submission page is open. 

maybe request a moodboard?

i will send you a bingo card through submission, which will look something like this.

after i send it to you, write your fics/headcanons and, when finished with them, post a list of links to each fic/headcanon along with your filled out bingo card. in your post, tag me at either @nooreva or #usernooreva. 

please do not write m/m or m/f pairings as the main pairing. 

there in no due date; if you post this in march or even december, i will still reblog it, but it’s strongly encouraged you post it in february. 

additionally, this is open to everyone! i will send everyone who sends me an ask a bingo card.

that’s it!

[figbian]

title: i hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old word count: 3,038 pairing: narcissa black/lily evans for: @ginnys (im sorry it took me like 4 yrs and this isnt a canon au) summary: zombie apocalypse au.

Lucius doesn’t show up to their date. He sends a quick, stuck at the office, sorry babe over text, and Narcissa almost feels upset. It feels more like she’s trying to convince herself she’s upset.

She texts back, should i wait for you?

He responds, no.

Well then, she thinks.

She orders the most disgusting, expensive thing on the menu just to spite him, something he’d frown at and say, Narcissa, darling, don’t you want to watch your figure, or, just as likely, don’t you want something cheaper?

Cheapskate Malfoys. She can’t believe she’s dating him.

The waiter stands there, a smile plastered on his face, as she scans over their alcoholic beverages. “What’s good?” she asks, though she already knows exactly what she wants.

He opens his mouth to respond, and then the glass front door shatters.

/

And then:

Narcissa is underneath a table with a redhead. She’s not sure whether or not to be angry with her, since she was just dragged under a table. Then again, she’s also pretty sure her server just got eaten, so.

Maybe manners aren’t the most important thing right now.

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