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Autumn was almost coming to an end and Redleaf couldn't wait until winter arrived. But then there's a winter fairy in the warm seasons.
No one could’ve been prepared for the consequences.
OR: The fourth Tinkerbell movie through the eyes of the Minister of Autumn.
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- Part 4 of The Seasonal Mishaps
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On a rare day off, Hyacinth and Redleaf couldn’t find it in themselves to get out of bed.
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The life of Diluc Ragnvindr was a simple one; wake up, do paperwork, work at Angel’s Share, do his nightly patrol and sleep. Every day he did this completely alone, it had been like that for a long time now. Diluc was fine.
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Gods, he was not fine.
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When Diluc had first laid eyes on the letter, he thought it was just another round of information from Nefer.
Or: Diluc finds out about Dottore's death.
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For the first time in Pixie Hollow history, tinker fairies would be allowed to join the other fairies to the Mainland, including Tinkerbell. And despite agreeing to this, the Ministers of Seasons were quite concerned.
OR: A look at the third Tinkerbell movie through the eyes of the Minister of Spring.
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- Part 3 of The Seasonal Mishaps
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This series explores the Tinkerbell movies through the eyes of the Seasonal Ministers.
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blood on the freesia stalks by zillazumi
Fandoms: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Twilight (Movies)
28 Jul 2026
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There are men turning up dead in the woods, and Chief of Police Charlie Swan has a job to do—figure out what, or who, left the poor bastards torn up as they are. Chief of Police Charlie Swan is too old for this mess. Too old and too sick of this shit to pretend Forks is just a sleepy old rural town anymore. Between the gruesome corpses and the quiet, unsettling doctor Cullen who shows up like a statue in pressed slacks, lying through his teeth, Charlie’s got more questions than answers—and no one seems too keen on giving him either.
Charlie’s trying not to notice how his breath catches when the doc gets too close. He’s also trying not to notice how the bodies keep piling up, unsolved. Neither effort is going particularly well.
And if one more person tells him it was a bear, he’s going to shoot something. Probably not a bear.