#Blonda

[cubbihue]

It would be nice to hear from Wanda and Cosmo! It is kind of nice that you guys have two children like your own family does. Are you two still close to your siblings? Wanda has a sibling and Cosmo also have a sibling just like Timmy and Peri. Do they share some sibling stories to your children?

Wanda and Cosmo both reconnected with their siblings shortly after having Peri. Or, well. More like Blonda reentered their lives once she realized she had a baby nephew. Eventually, they slowly patched things up the more Blonda came to visit Peri.

Schnozmo was dragged back kicking and screaming. Mama Cosma refuses to have her sons live estranged lives now that she has a grandchild in the picture. Schnozmo doesn't know how to handle children, but he's doing his best.

Peri likes Schnozmo because he makes silly noises and funny stories. But he prefers Blonda's theatrics much more and loves playing Dress Up with her.

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[nalooksthrough]

Lipstick Lesbians 💕💋

[stitchwraith-stingers]

THIS IS UGLY BECAUSE I RUSHED IT BUT I LOVEEE BLOOKIE 🙏🙏🙏🙏 @sleazysnappy

[raywasheresoyeah]

Today I found out that it's not Blond but Blonde-

Anyway moving along- THIS GIRLIE NEEDS MORE LOVE UGHJHH!! I chose her to be my first human(like) character for rendering, I think I did a pretty fair job!

[fountainpenguin]

"I was given a name before I was given blood (like you were given your faith before there was made a god...)" (x)

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Frayed Knots - Chapter 41

"Mounting Pressure"

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“Juandissimo is very calm, mature, and reasonable,” I tried to tell him, and Cosmo shrugged. “Oh, I know. Yeah, he’s kind of a pushover; those shiny muscles and tight butt are all for show. I’m not afraid of him. I just hate to be rude, treading all over his girlfriend’s space… and what would Wanda think? She might get the wrong idea.”

In which Anti-Cosmo visits Wanda in the hospital, looks after his godchild, and receives word that Blonda found his absent fairy grandfather.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

- Aftermath of a car-hits-pedestrian situation described in the S9 episode "Cosmonopoly;" blood mentions

Mounting Pressure

I’m afraid I don’t remember much of that wild trip to hospital. Cosmo sped through Fairy World, blaring Darla’s horn, while I huddled in the back seat with Wanda and pushed my healing magic for every damn fleck it was worth. The borrowed wand in my hand kept kicking spells back at me, so you can only imagine what the aftermath smelled like.

By the time I had a moment to myself to breathe, I must have wiped a gallon’s worth of stinky magic from my hands across my shirt. Flecks of blue and red soot hung in all the pockets, mingling Cosmo’s impulsive panic (The former colour) with medical-grade scarlet. I’d tossed my jacket somewhere. I think Jasmine arrived at some point, after spending her whole day hunting and shepherding lost spirits. Gods, I had so much to tell her about the burglary and meeting Cosmo in the first place, but that could wait.

I can’t recall if anyone looked at me funny or implied I may have hurt her. I suppose someone may have brought it up. I just remember standing to the side, bleary and mute, while Jasmine rubbed her head against my side and Cosmo spun a story to the receptionist that I didn’t bother making out. I think that mostly, I just looked at my hands. At my soot-spattered forearms and liquid-dripping hands.

Wanda’s been hit. Is it bad? Why can’t we see her? Did she bar us entry from the room? Are they not allowed to say?

“You should go,” I did tell Cosmo, though, when I regained myself. We’d found chairs. Were there chairs? I touched his arm just past his rolled-up sleeve, which made him jump; I felt the flicker of alarm in my own core. How funny, the way we breathed… and when he looked at me, green eyes dim, I tried again. “Her father’s Dusty Fairywinkle Jr., you know. If he finds out his daughter’s hurt, he’ll want the assailant right away.”

“If he wants revenge, I think I’m safer in the hospital,” was his response. That made me blink, but when I reflected on his words, I had to admit this was probably true. The staff were well-versed in the art of keeping unwanted visitors outside a hospital room. I won’t lie and say we Anti-Fairies never visited these places. Quite the contrary…

“I see a lot of hospitals in my line of work,” I said off-hand, turning my attention to Jasmine’s fur. She sat on the floor, her large head resting in my lap. I don’t think we had proper chairs, actually. I think it was a bench without a back. Cushioned, though. There were leafy cushions with buttons spaced just so apart. I wrapped my fingers over one, tasting every breath to cross my lips. I’d never felt this shaken up since my lifesmoke still lived inside a jar. At least with my mother, I knew what to brace myself for; I’d already seen the worst that she could do. Mother was predictable in a way that holding an accident victim wasn’t.

“Yeah, I bet you Anti-Fairies come here often.”

“Pardon?”

Cosmo shrugged. “You leave behind a lot of broken backs.”

Of course I do. What did he mean to imply? That I wasn’t any good at my job? I may be a demon summoner, I thought, wrinkling my nose, but I can still perform basic field work with top marks. “Yes, well… There’s so much magic around here that not even the finest tooth-and-comb clean-up job can scrub it out. I trust the workers do their best, but hospital’s a hotspot for stinky magic; really, I don’t know how you stand the roar of it. That’s why we Anti-Fairies don’t use them.”

“No hospitals?”

“Never this big. And believe me, I’ll be fighting with all my strength if I set foot on that white floor. Unbroken white paths! In hospital!” Every passing heartbeat slammed metal and shattered glass against my ears. Gods, I couldn’t hear myself think.

Cosmo shifted seats… I think so he kept downwind of me in comparison to the quick movements up and down the hall. Even the squish of fabric beneath his rump set a chill through my fangs. Could he taste my emotions better there? He’d conveniently sat himself where I couldn’t smell his. Not that I was any good at detecting the silent signals the Seelie communicate with, even after all my years in school. It might be nice, at times like this, to belong to a species whose special ability granted them cues for an individual rather than the majority in the room. The energy field hummed with professionalism and alarm. A single flick of my ear told me everything (everywhere) truly was as fine as everyone presented it.

But it must be very overwhelming to be a Fairy. Just the thought of tracking each and every person in the busy hospital foyer sent a lightning bolt of nausea to my stomach. Churning insect legs scrabbled against my stomach as magic fought for whatever footing it could reach. Cosmo settled himself in his newfound place and pushed flops of green hair back from his eyes in a long, slow pulse. Oh. I stared back in silence, twitching both my ears. If he were an Anti-Fairy, his hand would’ve passed straight over the scent gland we drakes develop in adulthood. My nose was sharp enough for that. He’d coat his hair and hand with it. Bleeding confidence, he’d expect no challenge to his rules. To his claims.

My presence leaves impact, he signaled in silent Anti-Fairy talk. If I’d been a better creche father, perhaps I’d have puffed my chest and disputed it. I did no such thing. I flitted my eyes down and tried to keep as small as I could. I sunk my claws in Jasmine’s scruffy fur.

I’ve tamed umbrae who would have my back if I brought them here, but that takes time and ingredients I left in my coat. You are so much bigger, and Fairies learn to fight with body instead of mind. You could so easily bring me crashing down. He could sink his teeth in my throat if it pleased him, actually. He didn’t have fangs, but I had no doubt he could (regardless of my screams). Perhaps the Finella reflex - so-called by the pseudoscience that upholds it - isn’t at all about Fairies holding instincts to hurt or “kill” their Unseelie counterparts. Perhaps the ancient researchers who wrote about it had simply looked forward in time to this exact moment and found me quivering in my chair.

“What’s it like?” Cosmo asked me, leaning forward. He clasped his hands between his knees, which would’ve spread scent to both palms in bigger claim. Butterfly wings danced against my throat. When I said nothing, he prodded, “What’s it feel like to spread bad luck?”

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[many-many-fresh-strawberries]

I've had this headcanon for a while that one of the reasons why Wanda and Blonda have a rivarly going on is because Blonda has a thing for Juandissimo and she is envious of the fact that he likes her "average", not-famous sister more than her.

[hattafan2593]

Characters from Fairly Oddparents, Part 2

[freesso]

Today, i went out with my auntie. All we did was gossip

[milolunde]

Doodle dump I’ve been meaning to post for weeks

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Their Christmas family dinners are probably a blast

[cubbihue]

I’m just picturing some background fairy quietly fuming because those damn Fairywinkle-Cosma’s keep getting all of these big celebrations. Like, first fairy baby born in a thousand years and THEN first godkid fairy-adopted in a thousand years?? this is unfair and they’re calling a union meeting.

Unless you were trapped in the basement of your anti-fairy counterpart for over 1,000 years, you’d know all about the Fairywinkle-Cosmas! They’re practically everywhere in Fairykind history!

Every Fairy’s pretty used to it at this point. They’re sorta like the Kardashians for the more older fairies. It can sometimes be pretty annoying to hear them on your tiktok feed when you’re not that into celebrities, though.

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[stringsbasement]

i love how passionate wanda is about acting roles in anw

i headcanon that though blonda was the "prettier" one who went on to become a star in fairywood, between the two of them, wanda has always been the better actress

when they were younger, one of the only ways they'd get along was playing their childhood roleplay games and immersing themselves in the stories they made up; blonda was especially great at writing the scripts, and wanda loved interpreting them

maybe the fact that wanda chose fairy godparenting was a point of contention between them. or perhaps blonda's glad wanda never became an actress, else she'd have no job in the first place

i like the idea that after wanda's vacation, they started speaking again and are on track to mend their relationship into something more teasing and light-hearted

[s4samus]

ummmm I really like this cartoon...... anyway!

[misteria247]

I like to imagine that when Timmy first called Wanda mom, it'd been a heat of the moment thing. Like he's super excited about something, whether it's a good grade or a project he's been working on. He's practically vibrating, and instead of going to his actual mom he goes to tell Wanda about it. And of course she listens, smiling softly at his enthusiasm and how contagious it is. And she praises him, proud that he's succeeded at something he's been working hard on. And Timmy he just beams his buck toothed smile and without even thinking says-

"Thanks mom!"

As soon as the words leave his mouth Wanda just freezes, stunned. Pink eyes wide and her heart racing and squeezed so tight with so many emotions. And Timmy bless him, he's oblivious seemingly not realizing what he'd said. But Wanda does, and she doesn't bring it up. Because it's taken Timmy time to open up like that and she doesn't want to ruin his moment by bringing it up. But God it haunts her in the best way.

After that Wanda's constantly thinking about it. Timmy's voice echoing over and over again, calling her mom. Before she can stop herself she's imagining Timmy calling her that all the time. Of her godson calling Cosmo dad, of the three of them being like that instead of the professional relationship they're supposed to have. And Wanda she knows she's not supposed to get attached but she can't help it, with every new thing she learns about Timmy Turner, the more she grows fond of him. Her heart develops that parental warmth that continues to grow stronger and fiercer with each moment. She looks at this boy and thinks about how wonderful he is and how kind he is beneath his usual indifference. And Wanda she'll look at Cosmo and see that same love and affection she feels for Timmy written all over his face. Knowing that just like her, her husband is just as taken with this mischievous little boy as well. But she desperately tries to keep her feelings to herself, because she knows that she and Cosmo can't stay with Timmy forever. Until one day she's forced to accept that she and Cosmo love this child to bits and pieces.

They're at Fairy World when it clicks. She's talking to Blonda about her newest charge. Cosmo's with her, adding things here and there that she's missed about Timmy. And suddenly without thinking about it Wanda says-

"Timmy's a good son, Cosmo and I are incredibly lucky to have him."

And it's suddenly very quiet. Cosmo goes still next to her, green eyes watching her with a stunned and understanding look as it's officially confirmed that she's in the same boat as him. Blonda just stares at Wanda baffled. And Wanda she's just.....unable to really care about what she said and how strange it is to say because it's the truth. She loves Timmy like he's her own son and she's tired of trying to act like she doesn't. And later when her and Cosmo are back at home in their fishbowl castle they talk. And come to accept that they adore this boy more than they should and they don't care. Because he's their brave, sweet son and not even the Fairy Council could change it.

[katescribblesabit]

wanted to draw Blonda and Schnozmo

[fountainpenguin]

"All the other guys, they are so- interchangeable! Little talent, yeah, but you know, that's debatable... Toss 'em to the left, to the left..." (x)

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Frayed Knots - Chapter 39

"Godparents For Hire"

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Let’s do this in style. I twirled my wand between my fingers. “Good evening, my young friend! It is Mandelro, isn’t it? It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance tonight, and the honour’s all mine. I’m Anti-Cosmo-” “-and I’m Wanda,” she chimed in, butting her shoulder against my own. Mandelro froze, fingers tight on the rocky ridges, as she and I lifted our wands in sync. “And we’re… your Fairy godparents!”

In which Anti-Cosmo and Wanda visit their Boudacian godkid in the Summer of the Flaming Clouds, and Anti-Cosmo meets a green-haired fairy with an unmentionably horrible job.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Godparents For Hire

Well, I thought, prepping easy-to-grab sandwiches to stock the icebox with, this promises to be a semester I’ll never forget. The sandwiches had been Mona’s idea. Even without tasting them, I could already tell she was brilliant… Not that that was a surprise. I’d be grateful for these things when I was on the go. Especially since I was making all mine without cheese. I’d bought special stickers just for this occasion: blue circles for my wraps and pink ones for Wanda’s. I had orange stickers on hand for Mandelro, just in case we ever had to feed him on short notice before a school club or sport or… whatever it was Boudacian kids did after classes released.

“What do you think, Lohai? Does he sound more like a boar-lover or a pheasant fan to you?”

Her lantern rested on the counter with me, but the only response I got from her was a sleepy sort of hum. Ah, genies… You can’t do a thing with them when the pregnancy’s this far along, wot? They really are so very sweet.

One thing had become apparent quite quickly last night: Wanda and I both liked sticking to a schedule if we could get our minds around it. Ha. Jotting down ideas didn’t cause me any trouble. That was the easy part. Now, the commitment to hitting my tasks at the right time of day…

Well, you never could predict that. It varied by the season, if I must be honest. And it varied by my mood. My daily ritual of pheromone application, the oils smeared across my cheeks, certainly seemed to have taken the edge off my wild ups and downs. I’d picked up two new bottles before our study abroad began. “Let’s hope they don’t drip in the sandwiches,” I muttered, and wrapped the sandwich in a wrinkled mulberry leaf for Wanda. Very filling. If she didn’t eat it, I certainly would. I marked it with a sticker and into the pile it went. Last one for the morning. I threw my hands in the air, smirking wide for no one but Lohai to see.

“Haha! And soon, not only shall I master lunch preparation, but I shall conquer premade dinners, too! … I’m thinking mushroom soup. Oh Lohai, you’ll be so proud of me… I’m prepping meat for her meals, and I’m not writhing on the floor!”

“Meat sounds nice,” Lohai murmured. Her voice echoed through the lantern. Oh, pooh… All my yelling mustn’t make for a relaxing naptime environment.

“Sorry, my dear,” I whispered, and went about cleaning the counters as quick as I could.

Our schedule for today looked quite simple, really (Smashingly so, I might add). Even now, Wanda was well on her way to Boudacia with our rat cage in hand. Once there, she would set the beginnings of a portal underneath the crawl dish. I’d take up the end of the so-called magic thread she’d left behind, intertwine her spell with my own, and set the receiving end. Here in Carriage Corner, I’d pair the magic with a special closet door set aside explicitly for such a purpose. Now, presuming that I did it right - and as a long-time demon summoner, I had no doubt in my coordination - we ought to score high-class marks that would set us up for weeks to come. By the end of the week, Wanda and I were both due to turn in a write-up about our experience. Simple enough.

Portals came in many shapes and forms. Far too many things could go wrong with such a spell, but I didn’t worry. Technically speaking, Wanda had the more difficult job (and a much longer morning). We’d agreed it was best I stay behind given my history of unpredictably unstable magic. Why, I might fly out to Boudacia and land myself unable to contact her, unable to form my half of the portal link, and unable to travel far to get back home. And given that her crown floated higher above her head than mine, I felt quite certain that Wanda had more power to give in the first place. Yes… all the better that she travelled out while I stockpiled sandwiches for the rest of our week.

Could portals really work if a fairy cast one end and an anti-fairy the other? Every twitch and curl of magic in my system churned at the thought. I ran through the steps again. Soon enough, Wanda would launch the spell my way. I simply had to prepare myself to draw it in, then tie it off. Nothing to it. I’d closed gates after my demon summoning plenty of times, not to mention watched Mona spay or neuter a few animals, so locking down the waypoint’s local end seemed exactly the right fit.

This, you may have guessed, did leave me twiddling my thumbs for a lengthy time as Wanda skimmed across the universe. So when I’d made all the sandwiches we had bread for, I sought out my faithful friend and study partner. Whyever not? I tapped on her door until she opened it, halfway through re-dyeing her hair from brown to pretty pale yellow. Oh, she looked a dreadful mess with dye dripping down her face, but I knew in that moment she cared nothing for embarrassment. She didn’t hide herself. She, in her imperfect beauty, came to speak with me. I shall cut to the underlying point without dressing it in the talk-around-the-subject way my people do:

"Blonda, I need a favour… I do so hate to ask, but I don’t see how they’d give the information I’m looking for directly to an Anti-Fairy. Could you perhaps, if it isn’t inconvenient, track down a fairy named Lucas Rainwings? He's…" I hesitated, air hissing through my teeth. "He's my nana's fairy partner, but they were separated by the war. Before things become… even remotely physical between you and I, I'd like to talk to him. I'm quite certain he's still alive." My nana had implied as much over migration when she'd told me she keeps away from him on purpose out of mercy for the Rhoswen syndrome raging in his head. Ha. Mercy.

Blonda looked curious, not nearly as annoyed to be given this task as I'd feared. "I didn't know you had relatives in a cross-Court relationship."

"Well, they aren't together anymore, but I'm technically his grandpup. Really, I don’t know how I’d go about finding him- Fairy World is huge and I’ve only seen a small portion of it, not to mention my border pass grants me only limited wandering. I do wish I could meet him, though. Not even my mum ever met my biological grandfather, and my nana always mentions Lucas as her partner before she mentions Anti-Jasper. So terribly sorry to drop this all on you; I didn't think of it any sooner."

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