#luna x farah

[cariadlovescodwomen]

listen, i get it, i really do, i get that there is a lot more male characters in the game to obsess over, buy could ya please acknowledge the women? pretty please?

i’m scared of annoying people with repeating myself so much, but this is my blog??? 😭 i’ll post about this as much as i want, lmfao

i love them so much that it’s killing me, or the lack of content for them is

re-reading the same four headcanons, two fanfics, non-stop checking one blog over and over again

i’m happy for ghost/soap/price/könig stans… i am not at all envious… not at all… (but why do some of you guys exclude gaz from 141 stuff??)

i’m fed when it comes to valeria, thankfully, but that’s about it (any cod writers that write for valeria, kate, and farah, i love you so much, but i’m way too scared to ever make an ask, even anonymously)

(does anyone else’s social anxiety extend to the internet?? i find posting these things incredibly nerve-racking, i could never ask a STRANGER ON THE INTERNET to maybe write something for me)

[just1alien]

Farah and Luna | sideways

Because I can't stop thinking about them.

We miss you, Farah. 😔

Thank you for this precious gift, Mary! 🌷

[myalchod]

Whatever happens within this hall remains between her and her soldiers, a secret promise that binds them alone no matter the form it takes. Except, that is, in times like these. A specialist swears his oath to the Solarian crown while his fairy stands as witness. (Except nothing is ever quite that simple.)

A fill written for the Winxsource Kinkmeme Wholesale event, because I swore I'd get something new done before the deadline. Pardon me while I shove half a dozen unfinished ideas under the rug for later.

[jenni3penny]

[ejfiction]

Winx saga master list (part2)

Here’s a second list of my Ao3 winx fics 

Splitting them up to avoid any further confusion 😅🤣

I’ll update these as I write more

Fate the winx saga: Other ships (not Silrah)

1. You, me, our little family (Farah x Rosalind, Pregnancy fic)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2702359

2. I saw you in battle, now I’m kissing you in the office (Farah x Reader, first meeting)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38262358

3. A late night with you (Farah x Reader, colleagues, first kiss, mind reading)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33069145

4. Do better (Farah x Rosalind, emotional abuse, abuse)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33068923

5. Be careful will you? (Lunrah, roommates, mild hurt/comfort)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32636212

6. You’re hurt, let me help (Lunrah, hurt/comfort, bathing, care)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32635585

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

A little danger, pt. 16

A little danger - Series Masterlist

Pairing: Sky of Eraklyon x mind!fairy

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, violence, sexual innuendos, descriptions of blood/wounds/death

———— PART 16 ————

Laying on the bed, Y/N is silently staring at the ceiling as Sky sleeps. She spent hours trying to retrieve his memories, to bring them forth from darkness but it only caused them both pain and nosebleeds. After the fifth try, Sky insisted it was best to stop. Y/N agreed. 

For now, at least.

Stella texted her in the morning, letting her know Queen Luna had arrived. Surprisingly, she informed her that the students don’t remember Bloom’s role in Rosalind’s death, but the Queen does. She succeeded to some degree, after all. Not as useless as she believed she was. 

The girls will try to convince the Queen to release Bloom later in the day, Stella acting as a layer of defense. The others will find where Farah was buried. 

That should go over well.

Part of her wishes she could seek her grave as well, to get some much needed closure, but Sky is here. He’s alive and Farah isn’t and the person who did her harm is already dead, so what is the point. Revenge is off the table, all that remains is sadness and Y/N has plenty of sadness in her life. 

Glancing at Sky, she envied how peaceful he seemed. Not even an inkling of worry or heart-wrenching sorrow as he’s asleep. It’s ridiculous, but it angers her. How is it she’s the one saddled with all the rage, sadness, and worries? Somehow, Y/N is meant to take the brunt of this horrible thing that’s happened to them and she will. As long as there’s a chance to bring Sky back, the actual Sky she knows and loves, she’ll take anything life has to offer. 

“I feel you staring,” Sky murmurs and she sighs.

“Here we go again.”

“I don’t mind,” he smirks, eyes still closed. “I know I’m easy on the eyes.”

“Is there an off switch for the cockiness?”

Chuckling, he raises his brows and glances at her before his gaze falls to his hardened member. “There might be.”

Rolling her eyes, she gets up. Head in her hands, she groans. “I can’t believe the dick is back.” It felt like they made some progress after their talk last night, but this made her believe it was all an act. 

“It’s a natural process,” Sky defends.

“How do you even know that? You remember pizza and morning wood, but I’m not even a footnote?”

Shrugging playfully, he smirks, “Food and their dicks, kind of the most important part of any man’s life.”

Turning away, she pinches the bridge of her nose. “Guess I’m the idiot thinking I was an important part of your life too.”

Heading into the bathroom, she slams the door behind her. 

Licking his lips, Sky sits up. “Guess I’ll just…handle it myself.”

Yanking the door open, Y/N glares at him. “If you jerk off anywhere near my bed I will lobotomize you!”

Rolling his eyes, Sky scoffs. “You’re all bark and no bite.”

Filled with anger, Y/N’s eyes glow with a soft, violet light. Sky cocks his head at her determined expression, raising his eyebrows as she extends her hand toward him. As if caught in a gentle breeze, he feels himself lifted from the ground, his body floating weightlessly in the air. Holding his breath, he looks down, marveling at the realization.

“I’m flying!”

Clicking her tongue, she scowls before pushing him against a wall. “Actually, I’m biting.” Adding light pressure to his neck, she smirks. “I’m not one to be played with.”

Instead of fear, a sense of wonder fills Sky’s heart as he gazes at Y/N. The way she commands the room, the tempered way she speaks even in anger, and the gentleness of her power despite his arrogance is mesmerizing. He’s captivated by the purple hue surrounding her, wishing she’d release him and allow a single touch just so he knows he’s not imagining things and this is real. That she is real.

When she finally lowers him to the floor, he lands with a soft thud, his eyes never leaving hers. Without any words, he closes the distance between them, cupping her face with a tenderness she missed greatly.

“I’m not playing with you, I promise.” Licking his lips, Sky’s eyes flicker to hers for mere seconds before focusing on the remnants of purple in her gaze. It’s dear to his heart despite reason, as if it speaks to some part of his soul he’s lost.

Swallowing thickly, she closes her eyes. “It hurts.” Returning his gaze, she sighs. “You have no idea…the weight of what we lost last night is suffocating me. And you’re here, but not really. Sky, you’re a stranger with a fascination, not the man who loves me.”

“You can reverse it,” he shrugs meekly as her hands pull his away from her face. “You’ll bring me back to who I was and it will be fine.”

Looking away, she covers her mouth and he realizes she’s holding back tears. “Would you want that?”

“What do you mean?”

Letting out a heavy breath in response, she sits on her bed. “A lot has happened to you Sky. A lot that I know you’d rather not have to deal with. Maybe that would be the best thing for you?”

Frowning deeply, he shakes his head lightly. “That can’t be true.”

“It is,” she responds instantly. “I’ve never seen you this carefree before, not since we were kids!”

Getting on his knees, he rests his hands on her thighs carefully, as if awaiting her reaction. “You say I loved you.”

Nodding, her lips quiver. He’s right before her, he’s touching her and his eyes are filled with confusion. Somehow, she’s managed to break him in less than 24 hours…he was a clean slate, happy! If he went with Stella, he’d still be content instead of lost like a child.

“If I loved you as much as you say, I don’t think any amount of heavy shit that would come with loving you would matter.”

“You only say that because you can’t remember what it was. It broke you. I broke you.”

Before Sky can say anything, his phone rings, startling them both.

“What the fuck is that?”

Taking the phone from his jacket, Y/N answers, putting it on speaker.

“You’re calling a guy who has no memories. That’s a new level of stupid even for you.”

“Figured you’d fix him by now with your fairy shit,” Riven remarks. “Saul’s calling all the specialists. The Solarians found Sebastian’s hideout. It’s not far from here.”

“And he clearly left Sky out for obvious reasons.”

“His memory might be wiped, but his muscles remember the training,” he clarifies. “We have to take these guys out. End this war before it begins. If he’s capable of fighting, he should come.”

“How do I know if I can fight?” Sky asks, ignoring the disgruntled look on her face.

“Have Miss Sunshine bring you down and we can check it real fast.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea. Saul won’t let him come anyway,” Y/N insists. “Even if he can fight, he has no idea what he’s fighting.”

“Blood witches are evil, control people like puppets whilst enjoying killing us and the fairies. There, now he knows.”

Grimacing, Y/N shakes her head. “It’s too dangerous. If he’s coming, I’m coming too.”

“No!” 

“No!”

Raising her brows, she sets her lips in a thin line. “Since when do either of you think you have any choice in the matter?”

“Since they nearly took your magic last time, which would have given them all the power they need to kill us all!”

“Listen,” Y/N licks her lips, “I’ll bring Sky, but if he goes with you, I’m not staying behind. So, it’s really your choice.”

Once they got to the grounds, Y/N was hoping Sky wouldn’t show any physical capabilities. If he was just an ordinary man, he’d stay with her away from the fight. This would make her life so much easier, she’d be able to breathe again and maybe find a way to have him fall in love with her all over again – without the memories of their past that so deeply affected their lives. She’d force herself to let it all go and just enjoy him as he is, to truly live this time around. 

But that didn’t happen.

Sky successfully blocked every attack Riven utilized against him, having Riven pinned to the ground so effortlessly that it seemed as if he was better at this than before.

“He’s coming with us,” Saul states. “He’s perfectly capable of fighting, and you can do the same here.”

“What?”

“Bloom is gone, Y/N. Her sentence is harsh and she’s out of the picture for now.” Staring at Sky throwing Riven over his shoulder, Saul shrugs. “Unless you save her.”

“But Sky –“

“Will be with me. I will keep him safe as I’ve always done in the past.”

Wrapping a protective arm around Y/N, Saul kisses her temple. “Queen Luna is a powerful fairy, but your power is ancient. She can’t fight you and Bloom openly, so she’s manipulating events to take you out of the game one by one.” Giving her a pointed look, Saul raises his brows. “Do not let her.”

Glancing at Sky, Y/N nods. “I have to talk to him first.” 

“I understand.”

“And if something happens to him, Saul, I swear to you I will burn The Otherworld to the ground.”

Despite the severity of her threat, Saul smiles. “I’d help you.”

Shielding her eyes from the sun, she draws in a shuddered breath as catches Sky’s gaze on her. It wasn’t an accidental glance or a shy glimpse, he was staring at her unapologetically as if he knew she was undeniably his. 

Yours truly.

Sky frowns in confusion, rubbing his forehead. His eyes widen slightly before putting his shirt on, hastily walking toward her.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Saul taps her shoulder, reassuring her he will protect Sky.

With his shortened breathing, Sky places his hands on his hips. Towering over her, he quirks an eyebrow. “You know, I could have sworn I heard you just now.” There’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a glimmer of bewilderment dancing in the blue-green depths. “But your lips weren’t moving,” he manages a wry smile. “More like…your voice echoed in my head? Does that make any sense?”

A pang of guilt tugs at her heartstrings, her lips parting slightly. “Yes,” she sighs. Biting her lower lip, she struggles to find the right words to express her remorse because she’s done it again – Sky hated intrusions of this sort, so how does she explain she messed up without him running from her.

“I’m sorry,” she decides an apology would be most sincere. “It’s not a conscious thing most times. Seems like it happens with you often though, I still don’t know why.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she turns away from him. 

Curling his fingers around her wrist, Sky turns her to face him. There’s a subtle, but undeniable intimacy in the gesture, one that sends a shiver of warmth coursing through her veins. “Don’t turn away from me like that. Okay? I don’t like it. In fact, I really don’t like when you decide how I perceive things. I don’t know how I reacted to stuff before, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to be the same. You said it yourself, I’m a stranger right now, so don’t assume I’ll go off the rails about things I don’t even remember.”

In response, she moves her hand, mirroring his gesture, holding onto his wrist, their position resembling the solemnity of making an unbreakable vow.

“I’ll stop assuming,” she promises. “I’m sorry I keep projecting all my problems and insecurities onto you. I think I’ve always done that and it’s exactly why we broke up.”

“See, some things are best left forgotten. I don’t really want to remember that. Sound painful as fuck.”

Pursing her lips, she tugs at the zipper of his jacket with her free hand. “Yeah. It is.”

Narrowing his eyes at her, he cocks his head ever so slightly. “What is it?”

“Hm?”

“You’re trying to say something. Just say it.”

Exhaling as she smiles, Y/N drags her palm into his hand, holding it tightly. “Saul wants you to go with them. He’s the closest thing both of us have to a father. I trust his judgment.”

Raising his eyebrows, he chews his lips. “Alright. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

Nodding, she forces a smile. She has to be strong and project confidence and assurance for Sky’s sake, but there’s nothing other than anxiety in her heart.

Her lips curve upwards, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. It's a facade, a mask she wears to hide her true emotions. She can feel the tension radiating off Sky, his sharp gaze probing her facade, searching for the truth hidden beneath her carefully constructed facade.

“I won’t be coming with you.” 

“Oh.” Inhaling sharply, he nods. “Well, that’s understandable. You’re a fairy, I’m the specialist. Riven made it pretty clear my role is to protect fairies.”

Summoning all her strength, she steadies her trembling breath and nods in affirmation. “That’s the bare basis of it. But there are layers to it. Plenty of layers, especially for us.”

“Peel a few for me before I leave?”

Cupping his cheek tenderly, she holds her breath as he leans into her palm. “I’m your fairy, Sky. It’s not just a random pairing they made in class, we are connected in a deeper way. When we have to defend each other, we are deadly.”

“Do others have their fairy?”

“Some do,” she shrugs. “It’s a rare thing.”

“Are other fairies joining this fight?” Sky tightens his hold on her as she shakes her head.

“Mind fairies are the only ones effective against Blood witches, but we don’t have many at this school. One of my friends lost her magic the last time we faced them…I nearly lost mine and we cannot afford mine to be taken away, no matter how much I wish it.”

As the words sink in, Sky's eyes widen in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of what Y/N has just revealed. For a moment, he is frozen in stunned silence, his heart clenching with a mixture of shock and anguish. 

“You wish for that?” He can't fathom the idea of Y/N willingly giving up her magic, the very essence of who she is. It's as if she's offering to sacrifice a part of herself, a fundamental aspect of her identity, and the thought fills him with a profound sense of sorrow.

“Why would you –“ With a heavy heart, Sky reaches out to Y/N, his fingers trembling as they brush against her cheek. He searches her eyes, silently pleading for her to reconsider, to see the beauty and wonder of her magic in the way he does. He’s barely seen a fraction of it and he’s already hooked. 

Riven’s voice interrupts the exchange. “Get your ass going! We are leaving!”

“We’re not done talking about this,” Sky states firmly, but there is a glimmer of understanding, a flicker of empathy for the pain that must be driving Y/N to such drastic measures. He can see the weariness etched into her features, and in that moment he realizes that wish stems from a place of profound desperation - a longing to be at peace. If he’s part of the reason, then he can’t imagine what a dick he truly is to have her questioning this beautiful part of her soul he’s inexplicably drawn to. 

“NOW”, Riven shouts.

Huffing, Sky frowns as she pulls away from him. “Stay safe,” she smiles. 

Come back to me.

Glancing over his shoulder, he drags a hand across his face before accepting the sword Riven holds out for him. “We’re coming back in one piece, right?”

Riven scoffs, “I sure hope so.”

Watching them drive off, only catching a small wave from Sky, Y/N feels as if her heart might give up. They’re not good apart, especially not in a fight. Together they survive, but apart? It’s never a good thing.

“Now that they’ve gone, could you spare a few minutes for me?”

Y/N's breath catches in her throat as she lays eyes on Farah, her mind struggling to process the impossible standing before her. A ghost of her past in the flesh, returning to haunt her.

“This isn’t real.” Shock and disbelief wash over Y/N in waves, leaving her trembling and disoriented. She blinks rapidly as if trying to dispel the illusion before her eyes, but Farah remains steadfast and real, a reassuring smile playing on her lips.

“I’m here.”

Unable to find the words to express the emotions raging within her, Y/N simply reaches out to Farah, her hand trembling as it brushes against her arm. It's a gesture of disbelief, a wordless acknowledgment of the miracle that stands before her. Embracing her, she lets the tears flow freely.

Holding her tightly, Farah runs a soothing hand over her back. “I’m sorry darling, but we don’t have much time.”

Pulling away, sniffling, she frowns. “What does that mean? I just got you back!”

“You didn’t. Not truly.” Brushing away her tears, Farah smiles sweetly. “I did not survive the attack. When I realized what Rosalind was going to do, I drew on as much magic as I could, and called on the natural world to preserve me.”

With trembling lips, Y/N shakes her head. “I don’t have long, but I do have time for one final lesson. For both you and your friends.” Farah turns around, waving her hand lightly. The girls followed shortly after, forming a tight circle. Bloom’s with them, much to Y/N’s confusion. Didn’t Saul say she was gone? Isn’t that the reason she was told to stay behind?

“When I was your headmistress, I shielded you from the harsh truths of the world. I believed that positive emotions were the cornerstone of powerful magic. Rosalind felt the opposite. That strength was only forged in those harsh truths. We were both wrong. To unlock true magic, you must make peace with all your emotions. The reckless joy of the positive and the despair of the negative. There is beauty and power in both. I'm so proud of each of you. And of the women you're becoming.” 

Tucking her hair behind her ears, Y/N folds her arms. “Using my emotions in my magic has only ever caused others to get hurt. It’s not that simple.”

“Y/N, shall we take a walk?”

Walking toward the woods, Y/N grumbles. “Are you sure it’s not Bloom you meant to invite?”

Farah chuckles. “Bloom has gotten all the wisdom she needed from me. You still need a little more.”

“It’s always been this way,” Y/N remarks. “She’s the star pupil, even when she sets someone on fire. I’m the one needing extra lessons and work no matter what I do.”

“Darling, you’ve got it all wrong.” Farah stops. “The reason you needed extra care is because you’ve locked yourself in a shell out of fear. You’ve been so afraid of your powers, hating it, running from its potential, but this kind of power can’t be locked away. The shell cracks eventually and you have extremely powerful magic escaping it in terribly, uncontrolled ways. Y/N, what happens when a dam begins to break?”

“The water trickles through the cracks, slowly at first…but then there are all these pressure leaks that increase the speed damage to the structure of the dam…and when it breaks and the water comes out all at once, it’s certain to take out everything in its vicinity.”

Tilting Y/N’s chin with her index finger, Farah smiles. “Don’t you understand? You’ve created a dam that’s breaking and instead of letting the river run free, in its natural state, you’ve created a dam and pressure leaks, and when it breaks entirely, it will annihilate everything.”

Clenching her jaw, Y/N trains her gaze on her feet. “So I’ll explode one day...like I always thought?”

“It’s never too late to detonate,” Farah wraps an arm around her, moving her forward as they continue the walk. “Embrace your emotions, even the ugly ones. The fear, the anger, the grief, all of it is a part of you and you are in control. Those emotions do not control you or your magic, not if you don’t let them.”

Biting her lower lip mercilessly, Y/N looks up at Farah. “I’ve been so angry at you. So, so angry.”

“You couldn’t have known –“

“I’m a mind fairy, I should have seen it! If I was in control, I’d have known…maybe I could have even stopped it.”

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Farah frowns. “Stop! You are very powerful, darling, but you’re not all-powerful. There are things we can’t see coming, no matter how hard we try. You can’t save everybody. It doesn’t work like that. Don’t ever blame yourself for what happened to me…I don’t.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Farah sighs. “You are my favorite student. I know you’re afraid of your power, but you have to use it. One way or another, those you love will need you to fight.” Offering a smile, she takes a step back. “I believe in you. You have the power to protect this realm, to save it from those who wish chaos upon it.”

“Rosalind said something similar to Bloom once,” Y/N presses her lips in a thin line.

“How about this, then? Don’t think about saving the world. Focus on saving your world. When you have that in your heart, you can’t go wrong.”

Sniffling, she nods. “You waited until they were gone. He would have loved to see you.”

“Saul would understand. Our friendship was dear to me, you can tell him that.”

Lifting her head to the sky, Y/N wipes the tears slowly forming their path on her cheeks. “I hate saying goodbye.”

“I’m glad we have the chance to do it properly,” Farah wraps her arms around her, letting her cry while the sun goes down. As the last ray of light dies down, Y/N’s arms wrap around herself, realizing Farah is gone…this time for good.

FINALE

[choicesaugustchallenge]

WELCOME || RULES || PROMPTS || HOST MASTERLIST

In alphabetical order by prompt. Will add more each week.

Beach Date

Lilah Rose - CoP Art by @lilyoffandoms

Only Her (Thomas Hunt x OC) - RCD/HWU Fic by @theartoflovingthomashunt

"Being in love is like a rollercoaster and a stroll on the beach rolled into one."

A Little Jealous (Tobias Carrick x MC) - OPH Fic by @jerzwriter

Eternal Summer

Bryce x Luna - OPH Art (Bryce Lahela x OC) by @lilyoffandoms

Fireworks

When Sparks Fly - OPH Fic by @liaromancewriter

Late Night Talking Inder the Stars

Bonds of Sea and Fire Part 2 - Blades Fic (Tyril x MC) by @missameliep

Mono~poly Chapter 4: Moving On - OPH Fic (Tobias Carrick x MC) by @jerzwriter

Laying on their chest while watching the sunrise

Detention VII.V: A Brush of Magic - TE Fic (Beckett x MC) by @storyofmychoices

Outdoor Movie Night

Classic Cinephiles - OPH Moodboard by @choicesfanaf

Pool Party

Ajay x MC - HSS:CA Art by @mydemonsdrivealimo commissioned by @peonyblossom

Road Trip

Snugglin’ Inn - OPH Fic (Ethan x MC, Bryce x OC, Tobias x MC) by @jerzwriter

Skinning Dipping

Trystan Thorne - CoP Art by @lilyoffandoms

Summer Heat

Something New - WtD Fic (Eli Sipes x MC) by @jerzwriter

Summer Holiday

Summer Getaway - OPH Edit (Sienna Trinh x OC) by @liaromancewriter

Summer Romance

Jun x Emilia - TDG Art (Jun Seong x MC) by @weetlebeetle commissioned by @storyofmychoices

Summer Wedding

I Thee Wed - OPH Edit & Fic (Ethan Ramsey x MC) by @liaromancewriter

Mono~poly Chapter 5: Beautiful Days - OPH Fic (Tobias Carrick x MC)

Turning The Page Chapter 14: Make You Mine - TRR Fic (Liam Rys x MC) by @tessa-liam

Sundress

Lincoln x Vax - ILW Edit/Gif by @kilvalir

The Garden Part - OPH Edit (Tobias Carrick x MC) by @jerzwriter

Sunshine

First Day - OPH Fic & Edit by @liaromancewriter

Dr. Sienna Trinh - OPH Art by @lilyoffandoms

Swimsuit

Luna Auclair - OPH Art by @lilyoffandoms

Multiple Pairings - Multiple Books Edits by @cadybear420

Tanlines

Daenarya x Maiele - Blades Art by @lilyoffandoms

Thunderstorms

Through the Pain - TDG Fic (Jun Seong x MC) by @storyofmychoices

Too Hot To Handle

Angelina: The Girlfriend - TDG Art by @storyofmychoices

Crystal: The Skinfluencer - TDG Art by @storyofmychoices

Farah Sabri - TDG Art by @storyofmychoices

Medhani: The Doctor - TDG Art by @storyofmychoices

Ripley Reese - ID Art by @lilyoffandoms

She’s Hot (Ade) - BB Edit by @aesthetic-aag

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva/Farah x student!reader - pure hearted

just saw your prompt list and immediatly thought of platonic Farah/Saul x student reader, literally so like Luna from Harry Potter, so in tune with nature, with number 32??? - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜

32: “Yesterday I saw a rock.” “Okay?” “I thought you’d like it. So here.”

Humming to yourself, you were wondering the school grounds, gathering random things out found interesting and carefully put them into your pockets.

“Doing some more foraging?” Bloom laughed softly.

You looked up at her with a smile.

“I have something for you!”

Running over to her, you rummaged through your pockets and you pulled out a bright Orange flower and reached up, tucking it behind her ear.

“Aw thank you (Y/N).” She smiled.

You beamed happily and skipped away again to carry on with what it was you were doing.

And you kept doing that until your pockets couldn’t carry anymore things and then you made your way back to your dorm and into your room.

Setting everything on the desk, you separated them into piles and smiled to yourself as you nodded your head in approval.

“Hey Dowling is looking for you (Y/N)!” Someone called.

“Okay!”

Grabbing a few things from the desk, you put them into your pocket and made your way into the hallways towards the headmistress’ office.

Stepping in, you pulled out a blue flower and handed it over to Aisha who gasped a little.

“Woah it’s so pretty.”

“To cheer you up a bit.” You smiled.

With that you went up to the office and let yourself in, closing the door behind you, you grinned at them both.

“Hello Headmaster Silva, Headmistress Dowling.”

“Hello (Y/N), can we have a chat?” Silva asked.

You nodded and walked over, sitting in the chair he had offered you.

“You’ve not been going to classes.” Farah said.

“I’ve been busy.”

“You’ve been wondering the training grounds, I saw you earlier. What exactly do you do when you wonder?” Silva asked.

“I look for things. Special things.”

They both shared a look and began to explain the importance of you actually attending your classes like you were supposed to.

You weren’t really listening, you were too busy thinking about the small patch of wildflowers you had seen earlier that day.

“Anything to say (Y/N)?” Farah asked.

“Yesterday I saw a rock.”

She furrowed her brows a little in confusion.

“Okay?”

You beamed brightly at her.

“I thought you’d like it. So here.”

Digging through your pockets you held out the small pristine white rock out to her and she reached over taking it.

She examined the rock and you turned to Silva.

“I found something for you too.”

Pulling the final object out of your pocket, you revealed a small stone that resembled a sword and you handed it over to him.

“I have to go, I promised Terra I’d show her some flowers!”

With that, you jumped up and happily bounded away out of the office even though the meeting wasn’t finished.

Both Silva and Farah shared a look but they smiled to one another.

“You really can’t stay mad at them can you?” Silva asked.

“It’s impossible. That teenager has a heart of gold.” Farah smiled.

Both of them admired their little gifts you had given them.

You were supposed to be learning but you were just so bright and happy about everything neither of them had the heart to stop you from doing it.

You were like a ray of a light for everyone during uncertain times just so happy and caring and calm.

You were lost in your own little world most of the time, lost doing your own little thing, but you weren’t really doing anything wrong, so they would let you get away with it for a little while longer

[readingwithrhia]

General Dowling

General Dowling

  Farah Dowling x Doppelgänger Daughter Reader.

Summary: Farah Dowling has a daughter named Fiona who was taken by Rosalind during the Aster Dell conflict. Rosalind had Fiona Trained as a specialist growing up who moved up in ranks; to be Queen Luna’s General in the Solarian army. What if Fiona discovers that she is a Mind fairy (like her mom) and in need of help controlling her magic that has become a bit dangerous?

TW warning ⚠️ Mentions of seizure induced headaches/ epilepsy. Sensitive topics, angst, cursing and yelling. You have been warned.

Fiona was running with her fairy Piper out in the woods, during Solaria’s annual training excursion with her unit. Fiona’s fear was running deep within her, as the two women were being chased by an overly large Burned one that reached an easy Seven feet tall. “WE NEED TO KEEP GOING! PIPER TRY AND USE YOUR MAGIC TO BLIND SIDE THE BURN ONE!” Fiona shouted while running with her bonded mate, Piper nodded then flung a ball of light at the tall beast that was chasing them. The creature let out a horrific screech that alerts the camp that they were closing in on. Fiona’s soldiers gathered outside heavily armed outside their tents ready to fit the giant, on Fiona’s orders all hell broke loose, and her battalion started fighting with the fairy’s. Fiona somehow managed to jump onto the back of the burned and sliced it with her dagger before backing down to protect Piper. Piper’s eyes glowed brightly searching for the burned one’s heart, and finally killed it. Fiona’s chest heaved heavily while trying to let oxygen into her lungs, the voices of her soldiers returned in her head causing her to grip her head. Piper walked over to Fiona very concerned for her soulmate, feeling her mate come near her Fiona backed up eyes glowing a silver white identical to her mother Farah’s eye when she used her magic. Piper caught General Dowling as she started having a seizure due to Rosalind making Fiona suppress her own magic, Piper sighs as her specialist turned fairy had another seizure episode. She was glad Rosalind was gone once and for all. Medics rushed to help assist their young General as she violently seized while her magic went erratic along the way, while Fiona came down from her seizure. Piper grabbed her cellphone to text the last person Fiona wanted to hear from, Farah Dowling, clicking on her future mother in law’s contact information and then called Farah.

            Farah was in the middle of demonstrating a magic exercise down in the stone circle with her last class of the day, “Power plays on emotion, good emotions, bad, sad, angry. With this task-.” Farah stated before the ringing of her cellphone interrupted her speech. “Excuse me one moment, Farah Dowling speaking.” Farah said while walking off to the side of the stone circle to take her daughter-in-law’s call, Piper took a deep breath before answering Farah. “Farah, it’s Fiona… She’s been having magic induced seizures and doesn’t have control over her powers. We really need your help mum; Fiona can’t live like this anymore. Not since Rosalind manipulated her into leaving Alfea, and not since our daughter was taken.” Piper said almost begging for Farah’s help, Farah rubbed her face in worry and fear. “ Bring General Dowling here to the greenhouse, we’ll keep her sedated until her episode is over.”  Farah explained her plan while mentally preparing herself, to try and undo Rosalind’s manipulation damage on her daughter. Piper sighs while taking deep breath’s trying not to sob in relief  to get the old mother and daughter duo back, “ we’ll be there in an hour through the cemetery gateway. Meet us there with a stretcher.” Piper comments. Farah nodded before turning to dismiss her class, “ Will do.”

“ This should be an interesting few months.” Farah thought while biting the inside of her cheek.

[] COMMENT IF YOU WANT A PART TWO !! []

[cariadlovescodwomen]

i’ve sucked it up for so long, but it’s actually killing me now 😭

we (i) need more cod women content on this app!! platonic or romantic; valeria, kate, farah

i don’t care for könig, horangi, gromsko, etc

i want roze, calisto, stiletto, luna, kleo, nova!!! i love them so much it hurts

headcanons, fics, whatever

i doubt anyone’s gonna see this, but oh, well 🤷‍♀️

i am *not* trying to make anyone write for characters they don’t want to/don’t know very well!

anyway, thanks for listening, lol 😭

[skloomdumpster]

Isn't it funny how bloom, bea and sky have been affected by the adults and their plans/guilt/grief? Rosalind, saul, andreas and farah... even when they had good intentions. They kind of drag the trauma of their generation, war, rosalind and their own mistakes, creating ripples that reach these kids. It's made me wonder if rosalind was shaped by similar circumstances and people. How did she grow up? Who was her mentor, her leader if she ever followed anyone? Bea, bloom and sky had other people decide their fate from the moment they were babies, had the truth hidden from them, and parental/mentor figures that sometimes, even though they loved them, still failed to see them as people instead of soldiers or assets.

Yes!!! I'd add Stella to this, and then Terra, Sam and Musa if you're feeling generous.

The show really took "Intergenerational trauma" and ran with it, which is why I think is so compelling to watch the "adults" interact with the "kids", much more than keeping the generations apart. Every Luna x Stella scene is multilayered and complex, so are the others.

How much of what Beatrix is spitting at Farah is what she was made to believe, versus how much is how she truly feels, versus how much of it is Andreas' hatred seeping through (if there was any!)? And how little of a difference it makes.

I do think Rosalind was very much of a product of how she was raised, just like the others. Sebastian calls her, and his father, zealots obsessed with an ancient war, and I'd have loved to see an expansion on the world building, on how much the ongoing spat between blood witches and fairies actually affected politics back then, how much of it was tied to the Burned Ones. Were the Blood Witches attacked by B.O too? No? Did fairies think B.O were products of the Blood Witches? Did the Blood Witches think the fairies were, actively, letting them get slaughtered? How much the B.O played out in the massacre of their population? How did this affect how children were raised?

[rxnefairs]

Fate: The Winx Saga Women As Highly Specific Moments in Fashion History

Don’t ask me what this is because I don’t know either (the stuff is under the cut).

Bloom - Bella Hadid for Coperni (2022)

Terra - Phoebe Buffay’s New Year’s Dress (1994)

Stella - Blake Lively in Versace (2018)

Musa - Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

Aisha - Diana Ross at the 57th Academy Awards (1985)

Beatrix - Anne Boleyn and Wearing Yellow to a Funeral (1536) (I know the whole story behind who wore what after the death of Catherine of Aragon is really blurry but for the sake of this post, please just go with it.)

Rosalind - The Black Death Doctor (1347 - 1351)

Luna - Dolley Madison and the Inaugural Ball Gown (1809)

Farah - Madame X (1883-4)

[myalchod]

There is no reason for her to call him back again and yet she does. If their grief was all they had in common, it might have been easier.

(Happy birthday, @lustrouswhite -- I'd apologise for your gift being pain, except I'm not at all sorry.)

[queenmayor23]

A Fated Tale (I)

Words: ~1.7k 

Fate: The Winx Saga x Male Reader

I did a thing and didn’t know where to put it and everything I see on here is Sky x male reader which I am not opposed to but I wanted to have an older reader (Arthur) that was a mentor to the girls and close with the older generation and possibly throw down with Luna. It blends lore from both shows. Also this started because I was mad that Professor Palladium wasn’t in Fate because in my personal headcannon Palladium is a beautiful NB beaing and deserves more love hence my OCs name but we’ll get into that later.

This is a developing story so be patient please and let me know what you think and send me request. If I don’t know the material or I’m uncomfortable I’ll let you know. 

OC: Arthur Avalon Malacoy-Palladium

Arthur and Dane walk through a mirror into the blue office. "Do not piss off Silva. I will never hear the end of it. Do not tell me you won't. You may look like your father, but your mother and I's blood is in your veins. On that note, I know making friends comes easy to us but don't get friendly until the end of the semester." Arthur had been running his mouth since this morning and throughout the mirror trip.

"I understand Uncle Art. Except for the part about not getting friendly."

Arthur looks at his nephew, cupping his chin and letting his painted blue thumb run across Dane's cheekbone. "Never lose your innocence, my sweet summer child." Arthur looks at the clock in his office and walks to the door opening it for Dane. "I am late for a meeting. So, everything you need is in your bag, and the rest of your luggage is already in your room. Everyone should still be in the Front Yard if you want to do the whole "First Day" thing." Dane walks out of the door, Arthur closing it behind him, both in the hallway. Arthur quickly hugs Dane and walks away, opposite Dane. "I love you; goodbye."

Arthur walks into the Headmistress's Office. Farah sits at her desk with Bloom across from her. "Nice of you to join us, Professor Palladium." Headmistress Dowling speaks as the redheaded child looks back at him.

"Ah, and you must be Bloom. Nice to meet you." They shake hands. "Potionologist turned guidance counselor and whatever else they need someone to teach. I'm Professor Arthur Avalon Malacoy-Palladium. Just call me Professor Palladium."

"Excuse the professor, Bloom. He tends to ramble on occasion." Dowling continues asking Bloom. "Has Alfea lived up to your expectations?"

"Just kinda bummed I didn't see a single pair of wings."

Arthur decides to comment. "We had wings, but transformation magic was lost as we and our magics evolved. Some are lucky enough to have a glowing hue around them if they concentrate."

Bloom nods her head and looks at the older fairies. "So, when do we… I start?"

"Classes begin tomorrow. You'll start with the basics. Learn to use your magic slowly but safely."

"When you say slowly-"

Arthur interrupts. "She means it. Magic can be dangerous. Our curriculum is designed to focus on magic's physical and mental parts. Trust the process."

Farah leans in towards Bloom. "Alfea's graduates have ruled realms and led armies. They've forged powerful relics and rediscovered long-lost magic. They shape the Otherworld. If you succeed here, you will too."

"Well, this place, the Otherworld, uh… Alfea, it seems amazing. It… This isn't my home. I don't need to rule a realm or lead an army… I'm here because you promised you'd teach me control."

"Speaking from experience, if you allow it, Alfea can be your home away from home. This place is filled with magic, literally and figuratively." Arthur tells the first-year student.

The next day came, and Arthur taught his morning classes. He walked into his office searching for a file he needed for one of his afternoon appointments with the second-year students when he felt it. "Burned Ones."

He alerted Saul, Farah, and Ben, and they all went to investigate. "It's fresh."

"Maybe a wolf?"

"Or a bear. Could have gone out to protect his herd, got surprised." Dowling and Silva continue to guess what happened to the man that lies before them. His body burned and bloodied. Ben collects a sample from the body, examining it. "This is char residue."

Palladium roughly exhales. "Ben, you cannot be serious. It's been what, two decades since the last sighting?"

"Sixteen years." Dowling corrects Arthur, and she continues. "Rosalind was relentless."

"It could've been hiding in the mountains..."

"She killed all the Burned Ones." Farah speaks sternly, almost as if she was forcing herself to believe her own words.

"We thought she did." Arthur and Saul look at Farah.

"Ben, what we think is irrelevant. The Barrier's doing its job. But until we know something for sure, let's clean this up before gossip starts." Farah starts walking away when Arthur catches her wrist. "If it happens, we know what we must do, correct?" Saul, Arthur, and Farah look at each other in agreeance.

In his office, Arthur sits relaxed. Stella stretches out on the couch, trying to get a selfie showcasing her outfit. "Have you tried anything besides that little sparkle this week? Any illusions or Sun Shields?"

Stella puts her phone down and snaps her mini-star away. "How do you know I'm not casting an illusion right now?" Palladium shrugs his shoulders.

"The real question is am I casting an illusion?" Palladium disappears, and the walls turn white, the light filling the room. Stella pulls her head from the crystal ball, gasping for air. "Fifty minutes and twenty-nine seconds, eighty-two percent non-verbal, but it's progress." Palladium hands Stella a glass of water and a yellow vial. "Drink." Stella drinks the vial and chases it with the water. She starts gagging and reaching for the wastebasket. "What was that?" Stella asks, consuming more of the water.

"Darling, you were supposed to mix it."

"You said, "drink!" Where do you hear anything about mixing in that one word?" Stella fussed, catching her breath. Sitting on his desk, Arthur uses his magic to move the pen as it tracks Stella's progress. Stella sits up in the chair. "Not to worry, the worst thing it can do is give you split ends. But you should be able to take care of that with a little Sun Slice." Arthur holds out his hand. A cabinet opens, and another larger vial with what seems to be dirt floats across the room into his palm. "Two parts dust, one part water. It'll help with those sunspots too. Now go. I need to get ready for a meeting." Stella gets up and takes the jar heading for the door. Arthur watches her. "Thank you, Professor Palladium."

"Thanks, Professor Palladium!" Stella mocks, walking out of the door.

It was late at night; he was falling asleep at his desk. Arthur pulled some herbs from the cabinet, put them in a cup, and removed the kettle from the fireplace, telekinetically pouring the boiling water into the same cup. Arthur takes a sip. The nutrients from the herbs energize his body awake, and he gets the feeling again. While walking down the hallway, Palladium runs into Musa, Aisha, and Terra. The girls explain what's going on, and the professor withholds that he sensed a Burned One from them. Arriving at the gateway, hearing the roars of the beast. "Once Bloom comes out, get back to Alfea."

Palladium enters the gateway spotting Bloom running toward him. She slows down, but before she can open her mouth. "Go!" Palladium points in the door's direction, and it bursts open, Bloom running out. The creature jumps in front of Palladium. Golden orbs form in Palladium's hands, and he fires. The Burned One stumbles back and roars. Palladium forms a shield on his forearm, covering the length of his body; he charges another orb as the Burned One bangs on the shield. Arthur pushes the beast across the room and releases the ball of light. The head of the Burned One is encased by the golden orb as it stumbles and falls back, letting out one last growl.

The following day came. Arthur sits on his desk with Farah seated at an angle across from him, and Saul leans on a pillar in the center of the room. Arthur recounted the events of last night. "Why did you not chain it up and bring it to the dungeons?" Farah asked.

"He should have killed it when he had the chance," Saul added.

"I couldn't allow it to enter the Barrier, Faragonda. If it were to awaken and attack while we slept, Luna would close everything down faster than she can say her name." Arthur informed his colleagues. "Did it break your skin?"

"No. I had Ben start making oil from the Zanbaq flowers in the greenhouse. I've dosed it with the remainder of what We had in Nikolia's old office."

"Arthur…" Faragonda was quickly interrupted. "We need to know if this is an isolated incident or something more. If something is attacking Solaria, we have to tell Luna as much as I would rather us take care of it ourselves."

Saul and Arthur understood each other. Farah was nervous, and Arthur could sense it without needing magic. "What's on your mind, Farah?"

"I found a changeling in the First World." Arthur gasped.

Saul stops Arthur before he can speak. "I've not heard of one of those in centuries. Are you sure, Farah?"

"Yes. She was left 16 years ago, right around when the last Burned One was spotted." Saul sighed and looked to the counselor. "Do you genuinely think this could be connected?"

"Rosalind hid a lot from us, so I'm not taking it out of the realm of possibilities. But I will say this, Alfea is different now that Red Fountain and Malacoy have merged. Though I am the only one qualified to attend Malacoy, of both faculty and students-"

Saul cuts off Arthur. "What about your nephew?"

"His mother and I decided that he needs to focus on his weapons skills first; then, if he displays any magical abilities, go from there. That's why I sent him to you." Saul nods.

"Arthur, do you mind taking on another class? Magic Theory with the first years." Farah stands up.

"No, I don't mind, but what about-"

"Ben and I will have to suffice. I need you there. Do what you've been doing with Stella, but in a group setting." Farah turns and walks next to Saul.

She was speaking now as the headmistress rather than as their friend. "I want you to kick up the Specialist's training a few notches. We may have to start blended training, and I want both sides to be ready if or when the time comes." Saul looks at Arthur after nodding to their headmistress. "I know both of you feel the shift. Unfortunately, the scales are slowly tipping towards chaos, and for now, all we can do is prepare for the worst and hope for the best." Farah walks out of the office, leaving the Specialist and Paladin alone.

[crazycatfaery]

ΉΣᄂᄂӨ, ƬΉIƧ IƧ ПӨƬ ΉIᄂᄂIΣ!  Was it getting too quiet in your inbox? 🤭 Your last set of answers means there’s more on my inspirational moodboard… but it also means I’m back to bother you! 🧚

1 - “But HEX anon! 😱 You didn’t ask about the other other ship in my form!” Until now, that is! So today’s your chance. What draws you to the idea of Ben ⚗️ and Luna 🌙? What do they see in each other, what connects them, how did anything happen? It’s such a mystery to me 🔎 I want to see them through your eyes to build your gift properly or I’m just snoopy for spoopy season 🎃, so please share!

2 - Fluff and whump, or fluff or whump? What’s your favorite flavor of each?

3 - And just for fun, a little wintery quickfire round: ❄️ hot chocolate or mulled cider? ❄️ fairy lights or fireplace? ❄️ cold fingers or cold nose? ❄️ ice skating or skiing? ❄️ lazy mornings or cozy nights?

Until next time! ��💚

Hi Anon, welcome back! I was wondering if you’d appear again soon actually! 😊

*Rubs hands together in excitement* Let’s see what questions you have for me this time, and how long my answers will be 😅.

1 - Ben/Luna: Oh dear, I completely forgot that I put this ship in there as well. Ben x Luna is one of the pairings I never had thought of before, until I saw a fic with the ship in the tags, and I got curious. I like the idea of a redemption arc for Luna, and a lot of fics I've read so far with these two include exactly that. Canon Ben and Luna seem like some of the farthest removed from becoming a couple of all the character pairings, and I don’t think they even interacted with each other throughout the whole series (if I remember correctly).

I don’t have strict headcanons about them. They’re great for a kind of enemies to lovers trope imo, like for example Luna could try to persuade Ben to spy on Rosalind for her or something, but Ben only knows Luna from stories of her interactions with Farah. Or maybe they met plenty of times but she never truly acknowledged him? So I imagine he’d be quite taken aback by her suddenly trying to use him. And then Ben goes off to a different school. So far I have no idea how I would work Luna back into that (yet). And to get them together in the end Ben has to at least return to Alfea for some reason (although, their rendez vous could start before that, who knows). 

For this ship to eventually sail, I think they would somehow have to be forced to trust each other, like Ben has to save Luna from something, or something happens that causes her triple-layered mask to drop and be vulnerable with him. Ben is a bit of a softie, but also a caretaker I think? So I imagine him naturally wanting to be there for people who might need it, and I really think stubborn, prideful Luna could use someone to lean on. I feel like she never truly experienced unconditional love, with her being the crown princess and now queen. If you’d follow my Ben/Rose headcanon, then Ben has, so he could give her that.

I could go on and on about this and accidentally write half a fic myself, so I'll stop now.

2 - Fluff and/or Whump: Hmm, I don’t necessarily go looking for whump on its own, I mostly accidentally stumble into it through the fluff or silrah tags. So I don’t really have a favorite flavor of whump? I do prefer when the whump gets resolved though. I tried writing whump and it just turned into angst, though I got told that could count as emotional whump?

As for fluff, I enjoy it the most in combination with angst! Fluff on its own can be nice too, but in that format I tend to only read oneshots. I vaguely remember reading a Silrah fic that ended up going on and on with just fluff, and I got really bored. I have tried writing a pure fluff fic myself, and ended up inserting small bits of angst anyway 😂. With longfics I mostly enjoy reading and writing fluff before and/or after the angst or whump, and/or bits sprinkled throughout.

Conclusion: I love angst.

3 - Quickfire round: Hot chocolate (if you’d said mulled wine it would’ve been way harder to choose), fairy lights (I love a good fire, but fairylights can be used year round!), cold nose (I hate hate hate hate cold fingers. And toes.), ice skating, cozy nights.

Hope this all helps with your moodboard, and that I didn’t just end up giving you even more options, oops!

[ivanreydereyes]

Por cierto..ayer batieron el récord del mundo de MARATON [2 hr 00 min 35 seg] en CHICA+CAGO [donde empieza RUTA 66 y acaba mi ruta 69 que empieza en VIRGINIA BEACH=BITCH=ZORRA..donde estuvo acogido el amigo GAY de VIRGINIA MAESTRO Dany BLAQUEZ que sube vídeos de ella que cuando los comentó, los oculta como el de su versión STAND BY ME para IBERDROLA donde una mujer le pide una cita a un hombre]..x lo que insisto sobra mucho de todo como es de DEPORTE [donde se gastan un DINERAL hasta los populares creyéndose profesional o nacido para ello]..excepto de SEXO GRATIS Y LIBRE O X AMOR DE DIOS

Así que recuerdo que bajaron de 2 horas [pero no fue récord oficial porque no fue en una MARATON oficial sino en un evento específico preparado para ello]..el día NAZIONAL de PUTA ESPAÑA de 2019 que se estrelló el PARACA POZO con una FAROLA frente al ESTADIO BERNABEU dejando ver un segundo antes FEY [Cantante Mexicana del cd VERTIGO q promociono en el Estadio de los DODGERS cantando el himno de EEUU..al que siguió cd LA FUERZA DEL DESTINO de versiones de MECANO, CD FALTAN LUNAS y cd DULCE TENTACION ] al tapar con la SUCIA BANDERA MONARQUICA ESPAÑOLA " GON" del edificio adjunto FEY_GON..cartel que luego quitaron.

Y también recuerdo que en la feria del Corredor en el derribado Estadio VALLE_HERMOSO [con la excusa de que iban a hacer instalaciones para las 3 FOLLADAS digo FALLIDAS candidaturas olímpicas de Madrid y acabaron haciendo un campo de prácticas de GOLF q luego tuvieron que cerrar x las protestas de los vecinos]..de cara a la 1/2 maraton de MADRID le pregunté al MALLORQUIN TONI PEÑA [que venía de ganar una maratón en JAPON donde se quedó a pocos segundos del Récord de ESPAÑA de Fabián RONCERO con el que quede junto a la Estatua del ANGEL CAIDO en el parque del RETIRO a 666 mts de Altitud en un entrenamiento del club BOWERMAM de Nike que no hizo porque tenía GASTROENTERITIS o CAGALERA por lo que se limito a aconsejar o contestar preguntas como la que le hice de cuando Descansaba y me dijo que NUNCA que tenía que aprovechar su momento CON LOS PATROCINADORES al ser el RECORDMAN de todas las distancias de FONDO en ESPAÑA y que lo CORRIA TODO..por lo que se quemo PRONTO o le dio un CALAMBRE a falta de 2 KM para hacer récord del MUNDO en ROTTERDAM y quitándole su récord de ESPAÑA JULIO REY DE PAZ]..que si se podía bajar de 2 hrs [entonces 2hr 6 min de Brasileño RONALDO DA COSTA era el record del mundo]..y me dijo que IMPOSIBLE..y ese día 31_3_01 murio corriendo con 39 años el maratoniano DIEGO GARCIA [=guitarrista EL TWANGERO q grabó con VIRGINIA MAESTRO "SABOR A MI" tequila Sunset y nombre de una Isla militarizada por EEUU] que fue medalla de plata en el EUROPEO DE FIN_LANDIA O HELSINKI cuyo podio coparon los Españoles..pues al día siguiente iba a correr su HOMENAJE DE RETIRADA mientras FABIAN RONCERO hizo récord de EUROPA de medio maratón en BERLIN [que se lo quito un SOMALI como MO FARAH nacionalizado BRITANICO por lo q dijo que el se sigue considerando RECORD DE EUROPA al igual que yo considero de ESPAÑA a REY DE PAZ y no al marroquí nacionalizado que lo batio]