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rivusa · 4 months
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ACT II | Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Grey is the spare. His parents only want him to bring his brother back. But he already has a brother. Sebastian.
(2/3) for @skloomdumpster
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myalchod · 4 months
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HEX Bonus Round?
So about this time last year, I tripped into this cancelled teen drama about fairies thanks to a certain British actress. A couple of months after that, I ended up joining the @winxsource Discord, thinking I'd creep in there for a bit and then maybe move on to whatever caught my fancy next. But it's the end of the year and I have no intentions of going anywhere, and that's thanks to the wonderful community there, and especially @skloomdumpster and @fitztragedy -- who run it and wrangle and organise and scream with the best of them and are just amazing. (Shoutout to @septemberrie and @shadowofnight too for all they do too, with mod hats on or off!)
Which is to awkwardly say: thank you for keeping the magic alive and for being awesome people. I know I'm not alone in saying how much I appreciate you both.
(PS I wrote you each something byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. 😘)
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skloomdumpster · 1 year
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A nonextensive guide of the Otherworld's most impressive creatures.
~3rd Edition - Published in 2022
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super-madi16 · 2 years
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I watch Fate: the winx saga because of the plot.
The plot:
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bonobochick · 2 years
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Aisha & Grey, Fate The Winx Saga, ep 2x04. 💦
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partiallypearl · 8 months
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So I don't tell a soul That I'll be yours again tomorrow If you wanted but you don't wanna
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penflicks · 8 months
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amchara · 6 months
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Hop Little Bunny (Grey, Sebastian, Gen)
Characters: Grey Owens, Sebastian Valtor
Wordcount: 742
Summary: Grey is determined to resurrect a beloved family pet and turns to his ancestral magic to help make it a reality. But it doesn't quite go to plan…
Or- alternatively, when Grey Owens meets Sebastian Valtor for the first time.
Notes: Anyone call for some creepy Blood Witch bonding in honour of Halloween?
*crickets*
:D
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Grey knew there had to be a way to bring Whiskers back. Sitting back in a cross-legged pose, he stroked her white fur, no longer soft but crusty and spotted with dried blood and dirt. It was probably a fox who had gotten to her. His da had said he’d seen one a few days ago, sniffing around the shed where Whiskers lived. 
Grey laid her on the grass, and crouched above, trying to remember what his gran had done, that one time she’d shown him the Secrets. 
“What are you doing?” a voice asked from above. 
Grey cracked his eyes open, looking up. It was one of the strangers who’d come for the annual festival. A grown-up, though maybe not as old as his mummy and da - this one had barely any beard compared to the other grown men, just a couple wisps above his mouth and a few hairs on his chin. 
“Bringing my bunny back,” Grey said, with all the dignity of his five and half years. He moved protectively to cover Whiskers. He knew the man might try to stop him.    
“Ahh,” the man said, rocking back on his heels. “I see.” He ran a hand over his mouth. “You uh, know the bunny is dead?” 
“I can bring her back. I’m a Blood Witch,” was the indignant reply. “So I can do anything.” 
The man’s face cracked into a broad grin. “Far be it for me to stop a determined Blood Witch,” he said seriously. He gestured. “Do you mind if I watch? It would be interesting to see you work your magic.” 
Grey considered the request, and then nodded. The man settled back, and watched as Grey laid out the sticks and stones in a vague approximation of the circle his gran used before carefully laying his bunny in the middle of it. He watched as Grey screwed up his face in concentration and spoke in the Old Language. He watched as Grey reached inside himself, like he’d been taught, to find the little circle of power. Whiskers’ legs twitched and her neck twisted as he attempted to help her live again.   
But too soon, Grey could feel his magic fading away. He felt her little body grow cold again underneath his fingers and tears welled up behind his eyes. 
“It’s a harsh lesson, to be sure,” he heard the man whisper. 
Grey had forgotten he was there. He sniffed and glared at the man. “I almost had it,” he whispered. “I just needed more power.” 
This time the man’s voice was softer and kinder. “It wouldn’t have worked. You would’ve needed the power of Shadow itself,” he said. He reached and waved a hand over Whiskers and she bounded up, her front legs and hind ones jerking about in a strange fashion, her eyes glowing red, heading towards Grey. 
A nursery song his gran used to sing ran through his head as he watched Whisker’s lopsided movements -  
See the little bunnies sleeping till it’s nearly noon Shall we go and gently wake them with a merry tune?They're so still, are they ill?
No! Wake up bunnies! 
Hop little bunnies, hop, hop, hop 
Grey leapt back. “Why- why is she like that?” he asked, and Whiskers immediately dropped again. Still dead.   
“Her blood is pooling,” the man said, and it sounded like he wanted to apologise. “Makes it hard to control her movements.” 
Grey stared at Whisker’s body on the ground. Tears started to fall quickly and he let out several quiet whimpers. Whiskers was dead and not even the Blood Witch magic could bring her back. Deep down, he had known this fact and the limits of his magic. Had known it all his life. It was why he didn’t have a brother anymore. 
The man let out a strangled noise. He started to turn away, and as he did so, Grey rushed over to grab Whiskers, burying his face in her fur, his sobs growing louder. Then the stranger turned around.  
 “I- I can help you bury her,” he said. 
Grey nodded, hiccuping slightly and he went to find some shovels from the shed. 
When they finished and the tiny mound was covered over again with dirt, the man stood up. 
His eyes met Grey’s briefly before darting away. “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer,” he said. “See you around, Grey Owens - say hello to your da and your gran from Sebastian Valtor.” 
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medusanova · 1 year
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Rivulets of Destruction
As the war nears its end, Grey and Aisha find themselves closer to peace than they'd ever been. The start of their plans, their future, it was just one battle away.
But fate had other plans.
read on ao3
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rivusa · 4 months
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ACT III | People couldn't believe what I'd become
Sebastian is dead. Grey is now the leader of the bloodwitches. He'll do right by his people. And he'll get revenge for his brother.
(2/3) for @skloomdumpster
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fitztragedy · 1 year
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All I wanted was you
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skloomdumpster · 8 months
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Fate: The Winx Saga - Season 2 Anniversary.
Favorite Set Up: Grey's corruption arc.
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zegalba · 2 months
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Rick Owens's Paris Townhouse (2006) Photography: Assaf Shoshan
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ophernelia · 13 days
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@imogencrnza: it was hard getting them all to behave for a picture.
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poppy5991 · 6 months
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Just like your regular dreams and nightmares, PTSD nightmares are not going to be a straightforward recollection of events. It’s going to be fragments of what your brain is trying to process while you’re asleep.
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penflicks · 8 months
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The Water Fairy and The Blood Witch
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