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suckening fandom... suckers... i finally Understand.

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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.39

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

It was almost midnight when we arrived back at the school building. A glowing stone floats around us, giving us slightly more light than the clouds let through. As I pass the windows of my dorm, I see that all three boys are already asleep. Finally, Riven can't keep flustering me. I thought it would be easy to break him at least a little bit, but he is so confident and self-assured that it seems almost impossible, as I don't want to stoop to doing more than necessary.

As I approach the main entrance, I notice my reflection in the windows. My heart skips a beat as I see a shy smile dancing on my lips. But why? I try to suppress it, but just thinking about Riven is enough for it to reappear.

'This can't be fucking happening!' I curse myself. How can this be? He's an idiot! Nothing more than an empty shell. But the mere thought of such an idiotic creature can make me smile. To my even greater horror, the same thing happens when I try to think about Sky and Brandon. Even though they are playing their little game of make-believe to be the other, it fills me with a strange joy. Maybe it was because he and I did similar things when we were younger, although it never really worked out, as he looked so much more handsome than me. Even as a baby, he is said to have had a special radiance that made everyone believe he was born for greatness. And I am sure he would have achieved that...under different circumstances.

When I gaze back at my reflection, the joy is gone, replaced by resentment and a deep frown. Sighing heavily, I turn away from myself, unable to look any longer into the same eyes that destroyed my own little world without hesitation, only to regret it afterward. This person is nothing more than a pathetic excuse for a man, not even enough to be a boy.

Unable to look anyone in the eye, I walk past the entrance, only to realize a few steps further that Bloom is still sitting on my back. I turn my head slightly and see that she is fast asleep. She looks peaceful and quite cute like this. All I can do is smile to myself and go inside. When I reach the female dorms, I quickly find myself standing in front of her suite, but Bloom doesn't wake up despite telling her several times to do so. As a last resort, I poke her cheek, causing her to open her eyes finally.

"We're at your dorm, sleepyhead," I tell her quietly. Bloom mumbles that I should let her sleep for five more minutes, only to snuggle her head even deeper into my back immediately. "No, you have to wake up!" I tell her, barely able to contain my giggles. Groaning, Bloom climbs off my back, her eyes still almost closed. She thanks me for the ride, petting the side of my upper arm. Before she can leave, however, I remind her to ask Stella to find someone to finish repairing her magical skeleton. She agrees, annoyed. I wait until she's inside and stand there for a minute to ensure she doesn't bump into anything.

As soon as I think she's safe, I leave the building through the main entrance again, as I don't want to wake my roommates. Outside, I go to the right, to the end of the front side of the building, and then right again along the wall. From there, I walk straight to the back of the school until I come to a wall with no building behind it. I open the wall without any problem and close it behind me again to be on the safe side. Who knows what kind of monsters roam these woods at night?

The second I step behind the wall, a feeling of home overwhelms my senses. From the heavy smell of the stone darnies to the sweet scent of the neverfadings, fill the air. Even at night, the whole garden is bustling with activity as glow bees illuminate the place. Unlike many other insects of their kind, these bees are never aggressive. Since they come from my home world, they have no natural enemies. Knowing they are curious creatures, I extend my arm for them to land on. Their little hairy legs tickle me, but I only smile.

I stand there, amusedly watching the bees examine my body, when suddenly I feel something nibbling on my feet. When I look down, the sight freezes me in terror. I can't move and only watch as the creatures down there try to climb up my legs. My whole body becomes increasingly stiff as the streams of these little fellows seem endless. Barely a moment after seeing them, they are halfway up my legs.

Slowly, the shock wears off, and my right hand - the only one still free - moves to the head of one of these little creatures. "How are you alive?" I hear myself asking, only to give myself a mental slap, aware they won't answer me. But strangely enough, as soon as I touch it, the little one immediately puts its little arms around three of my fingers and snuggles its head against them. My heart is beating so fast that I'm afraid I'm going to faint at any moment. How can these little creatures be so cute?

A long time ago, my homeworld was full of them. At one time, they were even considered pests and almost wiped out until one of my ancestors discovered what these little ones could do and how important they were to our planet's ecosystem. But in the cataclysm, most of them were killed, and the rest were so inconsolable that they could barely reproduce. There are less than a thousand left, and it is said that in a few decades, none will be left, threatening our ecosystem to the core. Since they are food for rock crawlers, they keep smaller animals and insects in manageable quantities, but they also have the ability to produce ores.

They have a special organ that absorbs parts of the food they eat, and as they dig through the ground over a few months, they produce ores, from impure and pure iron to mithril and, in rare cases, even mythical ores. However, most produce iron ore, which they excrete during their digging journey. Their remaining excrement binds the iron ore to the stone and plugs the holes left by the animals. Within a few days, these remaining excrements turn to stone, making it seem like it had been there from the start. In short, they are the only reason our planet is so rich in ores. No one knows that our mines are running out because these little animals are becoming extinct.

I shudder at the sight and try to raise my arm, but about a dozen others jump to it, grab it, and hold it tight. The worst part, however, is the noise they make. I have heard them before because our castle garden is home to some of the last remaining specimens we are trying to protect and slowly reproduce. I can't stand these noises; after all, I'm also just a person. But what can I do?

Looking around, I check the ground. Seeing nothing in the way, I use a tiny portion of my magic and send it into the ground. Immediately, the many small animals on the floor scatter as the ground starts shaking in a minimal radius. Once out of the way, they immediately stop, look up, and stand on their hind legs, pulling their front legs close to their compact bodies, showing their little paws. With a flick of my finger, I summon a flat stone chair, on which I sit carefully down, not damaging too much vegetation in this small part of my world.

The second my butt hit the stone, any hesitation they had was gone. The little critters jumped up and surrounded me in an instant. I could barely feel the many little legs and paws on me, with their furry cheeks rubbing me all over as if I were their mother. Although it sounds strange, it isn't far from the truth. In the old legends, my family created these animals as helpers. We weren't the first to do such a thing, but I'd say ours had the most impact. Another would be the flaming bird of Solaria, which closely resembles the phoenix, their guardian leviathan, or the silver wolves of Eraklyon as a sort of dig at their guardian leviathan, the golden lion.

While our world's primary Leviathan doesn't have an animal—for the simple reason that the fairy worlds would hunt us again—our secondary Leviathan received these little guys: Skerools. They are a strange cross between a squirrel with elastic cheek pouches and the body of a weasel, with the Skerools able to stretch their bodies up to five times their normal size of just fifteen centimeters to fit through tight cracks. In their normal form, their bodies are fluffy with an overgrowth of fur, but in their elongated state, their fur more closely resembles the scales of a snake.

Come to think of it, my ancestors may have created a being to honor our primary Leviathan in the guise of our secondary protector, but who would be upset if these cute little critters laid siege to them?

Once I snap out of my thoughts, my eyes widen. Where before were just a few Skerools, are now enough to swallow me whole, so many that I have trouble sitting upright. Before any accident can happen, I summon more stones. The second my magic leaves my finger, all the Skerools look at me: pain, fear, and desperation are clear on their small faces, clinging to me as if their lives depended on it. Even without words, those few emotions are enough to tell me they must have thought we'd given up on them. If only they knew how important they are to me, my people, and our planet.

After summoning more stones, I lie down, whereupon even more of them appear, showering me with soft cries and pure joy. If I had known that these little animals were warmer than my people, I would have come here long ago.

But my joy quickly turns to sleepiness. How could I have known that being literally buried under fur and the resulting warmth would make me so tired? Especially in the middle of the night? Without hesitation or even fear, I calmly close my eyes. I feel protected amidst this small piece of my home world.

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always thinking abt how we were robbed of a neverfade movie

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Vallorch [Until Our Tale is Told]. 2015. Bandcamp, Spotify, Facebook, Amazon, Youtube. Twitter(metalone).

本作は2ndで，2012年リリースの1st [Neverfade]も同時にチェック．

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Choose to be happy

Put on a garment of joy; you can choose to put on the garment of joy and peace. CHOOSE TO BE HAPPY!We all have friends, family members andacquaintances who no matter what happens or nomatter what comes their way, their smile and joy neverfades off their face. What do these people dodifferently? Is there a magic pill that always makesyou happy and joyful? Are these people supernaturalbeings?In…

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खूबसूरती / Beauty

खूबसूरती / Beauty Strange arethe ways of people… As soon as the lovefades away,the spots start appearingin the moon,they start perceivingoscillations in its phasesbetween waxing and waningas symbolic of its flaws… But the daythe beauty starts appearingin those patches andin the playful hide and seek,the love will neverfade away… P.S. Incidentally, today is supermoon day

[catherine-112]

Bro is judes last name canonly "Holloway"

?????

[thedarkestcrew]

Will I be getting a compass necklace? Yes.

Will I cry everytime I ook at it? also yes.

Will I also be writting a Jude appreciation post? Also yes.

Hotel? Trivago

[notesfrom-em]

"Bila su to najbolja vremena, bila su to najgora vremena, bilo je to vrijeme mudrosti, bilo je to vrijeme ludosti, bila je to epoha vjere, bila je to epoha nevjerice, bilo je to doba svjetlosti, bilo je to doba tame, bilo je to proljeće puno nade, bila je to zima puna očaja."

[sadserenadex]

Why there isn't any Cole fanfiction or one shot anywhere? Like come on, he is Cole Stewart. Everybody is in love with him.

Or i guess we just don't see any girl worthy for him.

But i still wanna see something about him. To see him happy. :'(':

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Alexandra and either red or purple?!?

no longer accepting requests

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Vida: *kisses Chubs cheek*

Chubs: Ew, what is this ?

Vida: Affection.

Chubs: Disgusting.

Vida:

Chubs:..... do it again.

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Fellow Darkest minds Fans,

*spoiler ahead for the darkest minds movie and first tome*

I’ve almost finished reading the first volume of the serie and I’ve got only the part where Ruby erases herself from Liam’s memory left. And. I. Can’t. Bring. Myself. To. Read. It.

I’ve seen the movie about a month ago and during the end credits, I begged my mom to buy me the series. This book is the reason why I’ve been going to sleep at midnight for the past week or so.

I can’t believe how much this movie and book had an impact on me. The characters touched me so much in a way I only felt about few books series (such as Harry Potter, The Mortal Instruments and Vampire Academy). I fell in love with them and the writing is so fast that it makes you want to dive headfirst in the book. It’s truly awesome. Upon reading the book, I see that the movie was not perfect, but so important. (Book is always better than he movie but still!)

The movie had an inclusive cast, chemistry, action, romance, beautiful friendship portrayed and we have some scenes that are so much like the book when I read it I almost cried of joy.

I’m really disappointed that we won’t get another movie because I felt like it had so much potential for a second one!

I’m really really grateful I found this gem of a YA series and I’m so excited to read the others ! Even though I can’t bring myself to read the last pages because I’m already sensing my heartbreak 💔 Liam and Ruby are melting my heart and making me explode and I didn’t even finish the first book!

Now, that was my rant about the Darkest Minds, my newly found treasure.

I’m curious to know what the fans that read the books before the movie thought about the movie!

Much love darlins’ ❤️

[hellspawn101]

TO DESCRIBE THE SENSATION!

As of late I have been quite in speaking to you all. It’s not that I don’t care, I really do care maybe sometimes to much, I still have all the same hopes and beliefs for humanity that have always been....and I feel they will always remain.

I’ve been busy, getting to know myself all over again but amplified from what I was, to the outside eye that may not look the case I probably look exactly the same. But internally I feel lifted, rejuvenated and can once again harness all that I am with a balanced outlook and a clear vision. I don’t know what all of you are struggling with out there at the moment, and I am sure you are all so strong that you find your own ways of getting by. I wish I could individually sit down with all of you as I’m sure each and everyone of you have a remarkable story, perhaps someday I will. But for now I care for all of you at a distance while trying to show those I care for the most a percentage of my time and energy and as much of myself as I can muster, taking into consideration the working days and everything in between.

Some of us like to get by on our own and others gravitate to helping hands, whichever route you take the outcome will be of your own choosing. We are all remarkable I’ve said it many times and I’m sure I’ll say it many more. Some of us have a shorter time on this planet and others live well into there 100s but each person leaves behind a lasting impact.