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[bellatrixobsessed1]

Meteor Shower (Part 22)

Icy sees her around four times more before their final few shows.

Usually Chalcedony lingers in the same spot beneath the bejeweled bark tree. But once they crossed paths in a beauty store. Icy had just found her favorite glittery navy eyeliner, the last one left on the shelf. Chalcedony had picked out the silver eyeliner next to it. They had brushed hands. Chalcedony had apologized. 

The encounter should have ended there. Instead she had remarked. “You’re from that witch band, right?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

Chalcedony had shrugged. “I never really listened to witch music before but I like the Winx so I attended your show.” 

Icy grits her teeth. “Right…”

“I quite liked your music too. It’s…like witch music but…”

“If you say, ‘for faeries’, I will quit music forever.” 

She laughs. “I was going to say, ‘for ghosts’ but I can see a fairy being able to enjoy it too.” She pauses. “But, like, in secret, because she doesn’t want her fairy friends to know that she listens to witch music.” Another pause. “I never really got that. The whole fairy versus witch thing. It’s very…Magix.”

“Very Magix?” Icy quirks a brow.

Chalcedony nods. “I guess that we do it here in Dyamond too but not as much as Magix. Places like Melody have witches and faeries mingling all the time.” She slips her hands into her pockets. “I guess that that’s why I admire your band, it’s different.”

She had thought that she would think about that conversation for hours, wondering of Chalcedony had put two and two together yet, but her attention is quite divided.  She finds that it is easy not to pay her former bandmate much mind with their final show of the tour nearing and her mind and time so occupied by interviewers thrusting microphones into her face, demanding details of her relationship with Bloom. The best they get from her is an extended middle finger or a good and loud, “fuck off.” 

Bloom, however, is more than happy to engage them. 

To tell them all about how this tour had brought them together and how wonderful that is. Icy hates to admit that it is rather nice to hear someone speak so well of her. 

Today Icy takes the fairy to a lake. She used to come here a lot as a child. Used to walk herself out to the very center of the lake, lay down, and listen to the ice crack and sing. And what a lovely voice the ice has; aquatic tones in a range of pitches. Every year it sounds different, sometimes it sings low like a liquid rumble, sometimes it could be mistaken for the bubbling voice of a siren. The sound has always followed her, has always hung about her mind like a ghost from which she derives inspiration. She thinks that, perhaps, the very basis of all of her musical endeavors since MeTor have been about trying to emulate the voice of the lake.

It has be so very long since she has walked out to the middle of the lake. 

Over a decade since she has laid with her ear pressed to the ice. 

“What are you do—”

“Shh!” She holds a finger to her lips. 

For once Bloom is quiet. 

Icy closes her eyes and listens for that familiar hum. 

“Lay down, Bloom.” She beckons. “Listen.”

She has never had someone to listen to the lake with her. 

Has never had someone to reach for her hand and share that moment.

“It’s beautiful.” Bloom comments. “It’s like this weird blooping noise it’s…”

“Haunting.” Icy fills in. “I don’t think many people realize that the ice sings.”

Bloom is quite again, for a good while this time. “This is what you’re basing your music on isn’t it?” She asks. “Or your singing style?” 

Icy nods. “I am, yes.” 

Bloom snuggles her way closer. “It’s cold.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes a frozen lake a frozen lake.”

Bloom rolls her eyes. 

“You should talk to her.” Bloom says suddenly. “You keep running into her…”

“I have talked to Chalcedony.” 

“I mean that you should tell her who you are.” Bloom clarifies. “It seems like she misses you. Maybe you could reconnect with…”

Icy sits up. “Absolutely not!”

“But…”

“That part of my life is over, Bloom!”

“But I thought that you were ready to admit that you and Kyanite are the same person.” 

“To myself, sure. I don’t have to tell everybody else yet.”

“But your bandmates?”

“I told my bandmates.” Icy shrugs. “You were there.”

“You know what I mean!” Bloom throws her hands up. “You should talk to your old bandmates.”

Icy shakes her head. “For what? Why should I? I needed them and they just let me…”she gestures at her face and to her body, “they let me get surgeries and…” They let her fall apart. Let her die and die again until she became someone else entirely. 

“You should at least let them know that you’re alive.” 

“For what?” She asks again. “Have you considered that I don’t like them? They could have done something.” But she struggles to think of what. Even then she had been at least somewhat stubborn. She can’t say that she would have listened if they tried to warn her away from Valtor. 

But they didn’t have to shut her out.

They didn’t have to treat her like she was an entirely new person until she became that new person.

“Yeah. I guess.” Bloom replies. 

“You aren’t getting a new MeTor album, Bloom.”

“That’s not why I said that! Why would you think…? I just thought that it would be nice for you to talk to your old friends.”

“We weren’t friends, Bloom. We hardly knew each other, really.” She frowns. “Can we just…listen to the ice?”

“Yeah. Sure.” 

She doesn’t sound happy but she still lays close. 

Lays with her forehead pressed to Icy’s.

They listen to the lake babble and sing for hours. Until Darcy texts her and asks if she forgot that they had a show tonight. 

.oOo.

She doesn’t attend classes for some time.

She says that she is sick. 

She thinks that she is in some way.

It takes a sick person to kill a person.

It takes a sick person to have enjoyed doing so.

She would do it again if she could. She would kill him more violently. She would come back soaked in blood. But she couldn’t get away with it then. And so she must find satisfaction in that slow, bloodless death that she’d given him. 

His face is on the news within twenty-four hours. ‘Man Found Dead In His Condo’ headlines declare. “The forty-three year old Valtor was found dead last night.” The news anchor declares. “Within just a few days of losing his budding star, Astridella Callabelle, the producer and band manager was found on the floor of his condominium having died due to misuse of the infamous street drug, Imp’s Wink.” The man on the television screen pauses. “It is widely speculated that the producer would use Imp’s Wink to have sexual intercourse with the popstars that worked under him…”

Icy scoffs at the television screen. That sure is a mild way of putting it. They can at least have the balls to call it what it is; coercion. Rape. People need not mourn him and they should know it.

“The same drugs were found in Callabelle’s toxicology reports. It is unclear if Callabelle had acquired the drugs on her own or if Valtor had been taking advantage…”

Icy switches the TV off. She is more than done listening to them give that asshole the benefit of the doubt. But there are more news segments and more headlines. Most of them call it an accidental overdose. Some call it a suicide after having lost two of his most successful stars. A few call it what it is; murder. Those sources are mocked for being conspiratorial because ‘everybody knows that those popstar and rockstar types get into drugs and have weird sex parties.’ 

They aren’t particularly wrong.

But they sure aren’t correct. 

It doesn’t matter. Whatever keeps them from the truth is fine by her. Perfectly so. Whatever keeps them unaware that there is a truth to find is even better. And the best is when people from those ‘sex parties’ start to come forward. Those popstars who Valtor hadn’t worked closely with but still found them on the receiving end of his attention, most notably was the entirety of MeTor’s closest competitor—StarE Nite. Allegedly he had promised to make them bigger than MeTor if the four of them got in bed with him. 

And so his name is finally tarnished. 

And her name comes up again. 

She tries not to listen to it. 

Clicks away when she sees online articles and blog posts speculating that Kyanite had killed herself because of him. That she was his first victim. 

She resents that they are right. 

She resents that they don’t know that she isn’t just a victim. 

She resents that they think that she is helpless. 

She spends several months waiting.

Waiting and anticipating a knock on her dorm’s door and an escort to a prison. 

It never comes. 

She is never caught. 

Valtor’s file is tucked away. 

A cold case. 

The coldest.

[winxwannabe]

I’ll throw a vote for BTC into the ring! Mostly because I quite enjoyed the opening chapter (but also because it saves me from caving and watching the later seasons in order to read your other fics 😅). Also, think of the delightful chaos if somehow you updated BTC, I updated BTS, and BloomValyria updated Broken Pieces on the same day! We could break an entire fandom 😈

P.S. Glad that your dog is doing well!

Ok but seriously coordinating updates would be hilarious we should do that

THE TALLY NOW STANDS:

What We Do - 3 Ashes - 3 Break the Chain - 1

I can't blame anyone for not wanting to watch the later seasons. I will say though, people can probably just know S1-3 and still enjoy Roll Here In Our Ashes. There's basically no Nickbow information in it, and the most talked about S8 plot point involves Icy and Dyamond, which people involved in the fandom have probably heard through chatter by now. Though now I'm curious how many people read it that haven't watched S8.

What We Do, though...I can't talk you into that. That's fair. And I can't in good conscious recommend anyone watch those seasons. Or, not sober, at least.

[winxbutbetterimo-ovo]

The Trix v1

they met as roommates for their first year at cloud tower.

Cloud tower has a 3 year normal programme and a 5 year advanced programme. The trix are in their 4th year when the show starts. (icy and darcy are 18, stormy is 17) They are the top students at Cloud tower, and surprisingly studious in addition to their raw talent.

Icy started off very aloof and cold because she was only focused on saving her homeworld and her sister. 

Darcy and Stormy already knew each other for a short while before going to cloud tower as they were being trained by their mothers to carry on the ancestral witche’s plans. They were meant to get the dragon flame and break the witches out of their prison but they had to find their last member first. 

Icy and darcy are 3 years older than the winx because they were enrolled a year earlier (at age 14, instead of 15 which is the normal age) due to their power level, and their intelligence. Darcy was also offered to enrol the year before, but she chose to enrol the same year as stormy. Stormy who is 2 years older because she was able to enrol 2 years ahead (so she was accepted at age 13) as she is actually very smart and powerful, she just prefers to act impulsively and explosively, but has complete control over her powers. 

They only really started to get to know each other because of a group project.

Together they talked about their mothers and the ancestral witches. Darcy and Stormy tell Icy stories about their past and homeworld (i havent thought of that yet) and how their mothers were approached. And because they are considered direct descendants of the witches they have a telepathic bond with them. They show icy by contacting the witches and this is when icy finds out that her mother was also approached by the witches (coz darcy and stormy talk to their witches and icy’s witch appears in her mind and says finally and promises to help her with her planet and people after her legacy is fulfilled ofc not telling her that SHE sent the blood witch in the first place). This fuels icy with more confidence and determination than ever before and she vows to do everything she can to complete their legacy AND bring her sister and planet back

so they created their vacuums together so that they can get the ultimate power and continue the legacy. Icy also told them about Dyamond and how she wants to be the strongest witch ever to save her sister.  

From then on they were inseparable and called each other sisters to solidify that they are in a coven and will fulfil their destinies for the ancestral witches and gain power for themselves.

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

Prince Snowden talking to a member of the Dyamond’s Royal Court, The Guardian Fairy of Dyamond, Donna. They don’t get along for some reasons.

Donna belongs to @gloriousdreamunknown

[maggielindemanns]

lucasotteli ⇨ maggielindemanns

thank you cat (@violets) for this url! it’s . literally perf and i’m makin it my personality now shskdhdksjs

tagging mutuals under the cut! <3

@killherfreakout @fatoujallovv @anewhope @uservalentine @daydadahlias @sashafierce @americahasaproblem @sarahsanderson @louistomlinsontwo @suppaloscurse

[isakyaqi]

your layout right now ...... i’m so jealous it is BEAUTIFUL ...... jeez im OBSESSEDDDSD

dyamond omg hi i miss you so much 🥺💕 thank you!! i got my header here if you want us to have matching layouts 😌 ily queen 💞

[alwayskissmeatnight]

ALEX I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED IT 🥺💛 OH MY GOD PLEASE FORGIVE ME HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY FAVE HUMANS ON THE PLANETTTTT 🥺🥺🥺🥺 omg i miss you lots n lots but i have to just say that i love you and you’re one of the sweetest, loveliest, funniest, and most beautiful (inside and out!) people i know and being able to call you a friend is so so special to me and i would literally give you the world and more and i’m so so so so SO sorry again that i missed it i’m the absolute worst 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i just checked my calendar and i was like AAAAAA i’m a mess but you are perfect and i love you and happy belated bday again 🥺🥺🥺🥺 sending you so much love and so many hugs and a cute lil bday cake and a smooch on the forehead <3

dyamond my love 💖

no worries, it’s fine!! 🥺 you are forgiven!! 💗

a late birthday wish is still a birthday wish so thank you so much! 🥰❤️ you are one of my favorite humans on this planet and i am happy to call you my friend 🥺 i miss you too and i love you a lot 💛💗 thank you for the cake, i could never have enough cake haha (the one i had for my birthday was delicious and my parents surprised me with the cutest birthday candles 🥰)

sending you a forehead smooch in return along with a warm hug 💕

[killherfreakout]

CARO i miss screaming my love for you into your ask box i miss you, period, like .... my wife for life i love you 🥺💍🤍🌷✨🌷🤍💍🥺 sending you smoochies and the most love ever 😚💛✨

DYAMOND omg hi !!!!!!! 💗💓💘💖💍✨ i just got off work omg what a cute lil ask to come back to :’) i love you the mostest mwah

[fatoujallovv]

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[florelia12]

Bridgerton AU

Since I have the patience and self-control of a 5yo child (i just turned 19), here's the first chapter to a fic I'm working on that's more of an introductory kinda chapter. I won't post it on A03 or FFN until I've got a few more chapters done or maybe after I finish Untamable since its a fairly shorter story.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Lady Eldora

Society Papers

Dearest Readers,

Tonight we celebrate the beginning of the social season. After two years of suffering through the plague that has ripped the world of happiness and life, we can finally step out into the world and reunite with the people around us. The time has come to forget the past while we honour the loved ones we have lost and find joy once again.

Let us enter the social season with our hearts and minds open to new experiences, friendships and of course, love.

On that note, shall we begin with the introductions of our lovely debutantes for this season…

Firstly, we have our dear Princess of Solaria, Her Highness, Princess Stella. Although the Princess is now two and twenty, a year late for her debut due to the plague that unfortunately put a pause on social seasons for the past two years, we have no doubt that she will shine her way through her first season. An abundance of matches is for sure waiting for Her Highness, but who will the Princess choose? Will her childhood friendship with the Prince of Eraklyon — who has finally returned from the War victorious — blossom into something more? We will find out soon enough. 

Secondly, we have the spare of the Dominian royalty, Princess Bloom. Her sister, Princess Daphne, who successfully enraptured the Duke of Eraklyon, Prince Consort Thoren, is now expecting her second child in the coming months — what wonders being trapped in the castle without being allowed to leave for two years does for the fertility of young couples. The charming pair that found love and were the first to be married by the end of our last season are a testament to true love. Will the same fate await Princess Bloom this season?

As if this season could not get more special, we will get to bear witness to the first ever public appearance of the Princess of Andros. Princess Aisha’s beauty and grace has been spoken about plentifully throughout the commonwealth, yet no one has been lucky enough to lay eyes on her. I must say, her debut is the one I am looking forward to the most. Let’s hope we shall not be disappointed, and I’m sure her parents, the King and Queen of Andros share the same apprehension after all the efforts they put into defeating their neighbouring country that waged war on us all during an already terrible time. The pressure is on, Princess Aisha, I wish you good luck. 

Princess Isobel of Dyamond, who like our Princess Stella is debuting late at the age three and twenty, has already garnered quite the reputation with her…escapades during the plague. While the rest of us locked ourselves in our homes for the safety of others and ourselves, Princess Isobel hosted soirees and parties that admittedly endangered the lives of many. While she was granted with impeccable care when she unfortunately caught the plague, her guests suffered a different and more lethal fate. I have my reservations about allowing such a careless Princess debut, but I am simply a gossipmonger who shall not interfere with the decisions of Queen Luna who so kindly is hosting the social season in Solaria this year. I am no one to talk about the irony of a divorcee conducting the upcoming matchmaking season now, am I?

Now, we sure have many more beautiful Princesses who will be debuting tonight, but I must admit I am already bored of them. I place my wager on these Princesses to be named as the Diamond of this season.

A lady who will be making her debut tonight that deserves my honourable mention and our warmest thanks is Miss Flora of Linphea. Born to Sir Rhodos and Mrs. Alyssa in a humble village south of Linphea, she enters the season as the daughter of the man who has saved us all. We owe Sir Rhodos, a talented healer and scientist, for the invention of the cure that has abolished the plague. The family of four, including their youngest daughter Miss Miele, has officially moved their residence to Solaria, the head of the commonwealth after an influx of well-deserved money. Many suitors are indeed waiting to snatch up the young lady as it would be a fine honour to marry the daughter of the world’s hero, but we shall see if the men are simply hungry for the new money or if our debutante will find a beautiful love-match.

Talking about the men, let’s see who are our eligible bachelors of this season, shall we?

Of course, we have Prince Sky of Eraklyon, who is now two and twenty and ready to be wed. It is no doubt that the young ladies of society have their eyes set on the biggest prize there is to offer; a War hero and the future King of one of the most powerful kingdoms of the commonwealth. His Highness is indeed a lucky man and we can only wait and see which of these beautiful flowers laid out for his choosing that he will pick to be his wife and future Queen.

This spring, we also welcome the new Duke of Aquila, Duke Helia. God bless the soul of the late Duke, whom we lost to the plague a year ago and my deepest condolences to his son who was away fighting for our safety in the war against the barbarians of Omega Island when his father passed so suddenly. His Grace has inherited his father’s title that was bestowed upon the young knight twenty five years ago by King Radius, and a worthy inheritance indeed for a War hero who was released from duty with highest of honours after sustaining an injury. The Duke, who had spent his growing years from the age of fifteen in the City of Magix, studying the fine arts, will now officially reside in Solaria once again as he takes up his new role. All the best to the artist turned soldier turned Duke in settling into his new life, and my word of advice is to take advantage of all this season has to offer and find himself a lovely maiden to call his home.

With that, I shall bid you goodbye for now and let you continue with your preparations for tonight’s debutante ball. Good luck to the debutantes, may your beauty shine bright and lead the way to promising futures. Do not worry, my dearest readers, I promise to aid in keeping up with the debutantes when I return with new delicious stories of our society in a few days. Until then…

Yours truly,

Lady Eldora

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Intertwining

Pairing: Sky x reader

Swallowing thickly, Y/N struggled to fight tears. Ever since she came to Alfea, she had felt incredibly lonely and inadequate. Everyone else seems to have figured out their fairy abilities, channeling powers with such ease and she still struggled controlling it. It's all fight or fight and it's so disappointingly primitive.

A power as strong as hers is bound to be difficult to control, Dowling said so. Very few fairies in the history could control water in all states - solid, liquid and gas, but she could and it had proven to be a problem when her parents grounding her ended up creating a tsunami.

That's the main issue, she's afraid of her power now. She can either generate enough power to level a city or none at all and it soon had other fairies distancing from her. Who’d want to be a friend to a girl who could accidentally kill them in a single flick of her wrist.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Rolling her eyes, Y/N turns to the male voice intruding on her private time. There is a reason she hides from everyone - she doesn't want to hurt them. When her mood is affected, those around her suffer.

"Leave me alone." She doesn't care about how handsome this guy is, nor of his sunshine colored hair falling to his deep, ocean blue eyes and she could care less of the way his breathless chuckle made her heart skip.

"I will if you tell me what's wrong." He steps closer, crossing his arms over his toned chest, a small smile upon his lips. When he speaks, his deep voice is magnetic to the core of who she is, as if he's able to resonate with all of her when others can barely achieve a fraction of it.

"None of your business", she presses her lips together, glaring at him as he lifts his hands up into mock surrender.

"I'm not trying to pick a fight. I just think a pretty girl like you deserves to cry from laughter not sadness."

Scoffing, Y/N can't help but laugh cynically, "Does that work on other girls?"

Wetting his lips, he shrugs, "I wouldn't know. I don't have much luck with girls."

"If that's how you flirt, I can see why."

Chuckling, he takes a seat beside her, "I'm Sky."

"A specialist?" She asks but it sounds more like a statement.

"What gave it away?" He glances at her, a little nervous as he realizes she's fixed her gaze on him. She’s studying him, carefully nitpicking at every detail and while he’s used to girls looking at him, no one truly looked at him the way she just did - like she’s trying to uncover the secrets he’s tried so hard to bury inside.

"Broad shoulders and bulging biceps", she shrugs as he chuckles again and this time Y/N might have cared about the way his chuckle made her lips twitch as if they wanted to smile.

"So presumptive, I'm guessing you're a fairy?" Sky raises his eyebrows, watching her lips turn down in a frown and her eyes fall to her fidgeting hands.

"A broken fairy, but yeah."

Reaching for her shaky hands, he captures both with his right one. "No matter how broken someone is, you can always build yourself up better than before."

Nodding, she musters a weak smile, "I almost killed thousands just because my parents pissed me off. Doesn't seem very promising."

"There's always hope, as long as you're willing to try." Bumping her shoulder with his, Sky smiles, "I have a feeling you're not a quitter." Raising an eyebrow, he looks into her curious eyes, "Even if I don't know your name, pretty girl."

Chuckling, she shakes her head, "Okay, that was a good line." Pursing her lips, Y/N sighs, "It's Y/N. Y/N of Dyamond." She didn’t know why she told him that, but Sky seems trustworthy. Besides, what difference does it make if she tells him where she’s from? 

Extending his hand for her to shake, Sky's smile never falters. "Lovely to meet you, Princess." 

She summoned enough courage to meet his gaze. Lips parting, Y/N's eyebrows furrow, "How did you know I'm a princess?"

Shrugging, he leans in, "I'm Sky of Eraklyon. I'm a prince and I'm very good at recognizing royals", he whispers. “I won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

Drawing in a breath, Y/N presses her lips together, "Thank you for not leaving when I asked you to." She’s going to have to trust him.

"I'm happy I stayed."

And while it was only the beginning, both Sky and Y/N knew their future were intertwining for the foreseeable future.

PART 2

[bellatrixobsessed1]

A Silver-Blue Fox

Having no success in breaking the curse put upon Sapphire, Icy transfers it to herself and becomes a fox so that her sister can be human again.

She doesn’t mind the cold. In fact she has always rather liked it. Sapphire was born in the spring and she has summer’s temperament. Icy had always had more of an autumn temperament; gloomy and somber. Pensive and pessimistic with spots of golden sunlight and a brillant flare of color that was always too quick to pass. For every autumn there is a winter and hers settled in suddenly. 

It never passed.

It only grew. 

It only grows. 

Icy has grown fond of winter and how can she not when she derives her power from it. When her own nature has shifted to match its moods. Winter, snow, and ice kill her and save her at the same time. They drive her and depress her at once. She needs to drive winter out of Dyamond and she needs her frigid powers to do that. 

At the very least she needs those powers and a whole lot more power to free her sister. She can live with Dyamond being lost to her. But not Sapphire. She will sacrifice one gem to keep another if that’s what it takes. 

But these days she is beginning to think that she won’t salvage either one. And then what does she have? She has made a future for herself at Cloud Tower and then sacrificed that for the past. 

She had given herself a chance; she could have graduated, gotten herself a respectable career, gotten herself at least a decent sum of money. She could have made something of herself. But she had taken her risks—gambles for power that never paid off. And so she has nothing at all, nothing but a white fox and the empty promises that she has made to it.

She thinks that Sapphire too is growing sick of her. If Darcy and Stormy could, then Sapphire could too. She had promised Darcy and Stormy a lot of things that she hadn’t been able to deliver. She had told Darcy that she would never have to worry about find a place to sleep or a meal to eat and she promised Stormy that, once they had all the power in the world, that he couldn’t hurt her anymore. 

Darcy still has no home to return to and Stormy is considering speaking to her father again.

All Icy has is empty words. 

So she may as well say nothing at all. She is certain that most people would be perfectly okay with that, Bloom, Mirta, and Lucy especially. When she isn’t making promises that she can’t keep, she doesn’t have anything particularly pleasant to say. 

So really her decision is the right one. 

They will like Sapphire better anyways.  

She hasn’t any other ideas. She supposes that she could swallow down the scraps of her pride and ask the Winx girls if  “always being able to protect the magical universe” extends to and includes Dyamond and her sister. Or if Dyamond is just some dead planet not worth their time. And Sapphire is just some fox that they can leave out of sight and put out of mind. 

They are self-righteous, can never do wrong, everyone loves the Winx so dearly. Everyone worships them as eagerly as they had worshiped she, Darcy, and Stormy back in the day. And they do so with just as much zealous feverence. It is nauseating. Unbearable. And the Winx soak it right in and pretend like they don’t relish in it. 

Pretend like they haven’t inadvertently harmed a few in their pursuit of the greater good; nobody ever likes to talk about that. Nobody but Griffin. 

The Winx always did see things in black and white. There is no room for shades of gray in their perfect, vibrant, glittery world.

Icy is black and they are white.

By association, Sapphire is some dark twisted thing with a suspicious nature and a bad temper. They’d seen Icy cradle Sapphire in her arms and that was more than enough for them to judge and to decide. Sapphire had picked her side. She had picked Icy. She had picked evil. 

And so to help Sapphire is to help evil. 

Icy could ask them anyways on the off chance that she is mistaken. That her pessimism is unfounded for once. Or she could do things swiftly and easily. 

One simple and swift exchange. 

One promise fulfilled.

It is much easier than she had imagined and maybe that is because she isn’t trying to break a curse but rather transfer it. She feels the pulse of her magic but reaps none of the pleasantries of feeling it coursing through her veins. 

She knows what she is doing and she knows that once she does it, her fate is quite sealed. Witch on witch curses are harder to break than witch on fairy curses; nearly impossible in fact. Witch on self curses…

She has heard of maybe three or four instances of those being broken. To cast a curse on oneself…almost nobody does it anyways. 

Sapphire peers up at her with those big blue eyes. She probably has a lot to say but no voice to speak with. Sapphire had always been like that, spunky, daring, and bold. Loud and opinionated while Icy had kept herself tucked quietly into the background. Timid until the world and its cruelties had tarnished her. And she had promised that she’d pay it back one day. She thinks that she has done so many times over. That now it is time for the rage and resentment to subside. To put pointless quests and hopeless endeavors to the side. 

Now it is time to slink back into the background without another sound. 

Sapphire gives several of her discontented yips and yowls as the spell begins to radiate with a soft blue that outlines Icy’s hand. Sapphire can nip and bite all that she wants, Icy has already made up her mind.

The sensation of transformation isn’t entirely unpleasant. It is dizzying and disorienting more than anything else. It has that cold sting that her magic always takes on. It spreads all across her body like frost on a windowpane. And once it has crackled over and blanketed every inch of her, the spell’s work is done.

It subsides leaving an all over tickle and tingle to keep her company after its departure.

Icy lies still, breathing heavily as she tries to regather her senses, to reorient herself in a world that won’t stop spinning. She feels Sapphire’s hand on her side, her fingers running through silver-blue fur. 

Fingers…

Fur…

It had been a success. 

Some might call it karma. Some years back she had transformed Mirta into a pumpkin. Now she is a white fox. But where Mirta had Flora, Icy has no one. No one powerful enough nor possessing the right sort of magic to free her.

She wonders if Darcy and Stormy will bother looking for her. She hasn’t been treating them well lately anyways. Maybe she never had treated them well, she had always been so immersed in her own goals. They will do just fine without her, perhaps better. They likely won’t be coming for her.

And Sapphire? Sapphire is just a girl. A girl who had been suspended in time, deprived of the chance to grow up. A girl who has never ventured outside of Dyamond before. A girl who only knows how to leave because Icy had made sure to demonstrate that much to her prior to transferring the curse.

But it is alright. She doesn’t mind. Sapphire has a chance now whereas Icy had scoffed at every chance that she had once had. Yes. Yes, indeed she thinks that it is better this way. 

“Icy?” 

Icy smiles. She hasn’t heard that voice in so very long. It is just the same as she remembers. Soft and soothing. Enthusiastic and excitable. But the tone of it now is confused. Confused with speckles of fear.

Icy rises to her feet…paws? She rises to something but her gait is unsteady. Just as clumsy and unpracticed as Sapphire’s bipedal strides. And it occurs to Icy that she very well could have just made things worse for the both of them. If Icy, in all of her years, hadn’t managed to find a way to break the curse, then how can innocent, naive Sapphire?

Sapphire hugs her close. “Why did you do it?” She cries into Icy’s fur. “I don’t know what to do now. I don’t know how to break a curse. I barely even know how to use magic!” 

Which is why she will learn. She knows how to open a portal and she knows where to find Cloud Tower. But when she steps into the vortex it is Alfea that she walks towards. 

And maybe that is it. Maybe that was the key all along; Icy had wanted to be the strongest witch and, at least for a time, she thinks that she was. It wasn’t enough. But maybe light magic will be. “I hope that I’m not disappointing you.” Sapphire whispers as they approach Alfea’s gates. Icy can’t say it now, but Sapphire could never disappoint her. 

.oOo.

Icy trails along next to her. She is a small, sleek, and nimble thing. Where Sapphire had been all full of yips and yaps, her sister is exceptionally quiet. Mistrust and a desire for solitude is something that they share. Icy, she thinks, is significantly more standoffish than she had been. 

She keeps close to Sapphire, seeming to bristle and slink away from anyone who crosses their path. 

“I can go to Cloud Tower instead, if you’d like that.” Sapphire offers. Sometimes her words are minced and wrong. The product of a dreadful lack of use. There are a lot of things that she has to get reacclimated with from speaking and walking to talking to other people and catching up with the latest trends and technologies. 

She hopes for Icy’s sake that she will be a quick learner, she can’t imagine that Icy would enjoy having to readjust. She has always been substantially harder on herself. But then again, she won’t be as isolated as Sapphire herself had been.

Even so, Icy is less patient than she used to be. She has changed so much. She is harsher now, less soft spoken. Far less timid. Angrier. Meaner. 

Sometimes Icy scares her. 

Had scared her anyways. The fox is far less intimidating. She is so small. Small but refuses to be carried or cuddled.

“I can still turn back.” Even though she is halfway to the entrance of the Alfea campus. But Icy doesn’t tug at her nor sit definitely unmoving in the middle of the path. “So you’re okay with Alfea then?”

She doesn’t yet know how to read or interpret Icy’s head tilts and sideways glances. However Icy might be feeling about it, Sapphire is standing before the gates to Alfea. She lifts the fox into her arms. She expects squirming and nipping but Icy is as still as ever in her arms. 

Sapphire clears her throat. Her heart races, she is certain that Icy can hear it being as close to her chest as she is. She can’t mess this introduction up. She won’t! She has never been shy before, why start now? “Hello, my name is Sapphire and I’m looking for the headmistress.” She can’t recall what Icy had said her name was. She knows of Mrs. Griffin. Darcy, Stormy, Bloom, and Stella are familiar names too.

The woman beyond the gate smiles at her. “I am headmistress Faragonda.” 

“Excellent!” Sapphire declares. “I was hoping to enroll. One day I’d like to be…” Be what? The strongest fairy in the universe? She doubts that, that will happen. “I’d like to be like my sister.” She grins, stroking the fox’s fur. 

“Was your sister a fairy too?” The headmistress inquires.

“She used magic.” Sapphire answers. “She was good at it.” 

“Was?” The headmistress quirks a brow. 

Sapphire never was good at keeping secrets. Icy had told her that it would get her in trouble one day. “Is.” She corrects. “She’s good at magic.”

And that is it. That is all it takes.

The headmistress welcomes her in.

She and her beautiful frosty silver-blue fox. 

.oOo.

“We’re going to learn magic together!” Sapphire squeals. She twirls around and finds her way into the cafeteria. It would seem that she is just on time for first day orientation. 

“Oh my gosh! Your fox is so cute!” Declares a fairy with pink braids. “Look at her, Clarice!”

And so she finds herself flocked by a gaggle of cooing fairies whose fingers look quite biteable. She refrains only for the sake of not causing Sapphire any trouble. The girl hasn’t had company in so long, she could use a few friends. Even if that means enduring a lot of unwanted attention and petting for a very long time. 

“What’s her name?” Clarice asks. 

“Icy!” Sapphire declares much too honestly.

“Because she’s an arctic fox?” The other fairy asks.

“Yeah.” Sapphire nods. “Yup! That’s right. Because she’s an arctic fox and for no other reason.”

Icy signs. It is going to be a terribly long year. Or series of years. Full of glitter and giggles and frolicking fairies with bad taste in fashion and worse taste in music. 

“I think that she wants you to stop now.” Sapphire remarks. “Icy doesn’t really like people very much.” 

“Is she shy?” Clarice asks.

Sapphire shakes her head. “Nope. She’s just really grumpy all the time. It’s okay though, we get along.” She squeezes Icy, too tightly almost, and rubs her cheek against the top of her head. 

“Well you can come sit with us and we’ll try not to bother your fox too much.” Clarice says.

“But fairies like cute fluffy things.” Warns the fairy with the pink braid. “And your fox is very floofy.” 

Icy grimaces to herself. 

A long few years, indeed.

And four years of magic lessons might not amount to anything at all.

It is entirely possible that she won’t ever see her witch form again. But Sapphire is free. Free and beginning the adventure that she has always yearned for before the Shaman Witch had come along.

So it is alright. 

Everything is just fine.

Icy is content. Perhaps more fulfilled than she had ever been.

[teeswinx]

Could you share some of your favorite Trix headcanons for your rewrite?

I already did some sexuality/romance hcs here so I’m going to talk about other stuff in this one

ICY:

- used to practice archery when she was a princess, as archery is the national sport of Dyamond. Because of this she has fairly strong shoulders

- her powers are actually trauma based contrary to the common belief that it’s environmentally based (ofc, there’s a bit of Belladonna influence in there too)

- has a strained relationship with Griffin and loathes Faragonda

- has been brought up by the CT coven members for the last 3-4 years

- the strategist and leader of the trio

- real name is Isolde, daughter of Skadi/Skadidotter

DARCY:

- Griffins niece and the “heir to the throne” a.k.a the soon to be high priestess of the CT coven

- has met Mirta’s family more than once and actually taught Mirta some illusion spells when they were younger

- witch of darkness, not dark magic

- the most well read of the trix, although it’s not because she particularly enjoys studying

- the mind of the trio

- full name is Darcy Nahts Griffin

STORMY:

- daughter of an Dyamondian armourer and Eraklyan jeweler

- the envy of most battle-oriented magicians or specialists

- developed her lightning spells all on her own, even without help from Tharma (Tharma was the witch of winds)

- has a sisterly bond to Icy

- the youngest and most emotionally driven, but that doesn’t necessarily make her any less intelligent than the other two

- gives the best emotional support

- mixed (coded?? she’s an alien but i don’t feel like coded is the right word)

- the warrior of the trio

- real first name is Himinn

[thewickedmerman]

The Trix - Dark Witches

It's time for The Trix's final form, the Dark Witch form (Well, that's what the fandom calls the form they get in season 6). For me, this is basically what helps level the playing field because of how, while they were still awesome in season 3, they were really treated like a joke in season 3. They kept getting easily beaten by the Winx Club (Not to mention that stupid episode where they got beat by the pixies and cute little animals), which just got worse when the girls got the Enchantix. So this is what their Disenchantix should've been because their actual Disenchantix was really lame and looked more like swimsuits. The Dark Witch forms are their best forms ever and I love having the powers between them and the Winx Club being more even because it keeps it fair and interesting. The Trix have joined Valtor but I have eliminated that dumb fighting over a guy thing, they don't let themselves be treated like minions, and they got these forms on their own and it's not taken away from them. It's permanent! I'm also including backstories for The Trix here, which I know my friend @bellatrixobsessed1 will LOVE.

Icy

I was really excited to work on Icy's because of how I planned on giving her loose hair and it looks absolutely gorgeous. Her loose hair isn't the only change I made to her look, I added an ice necklace, a fur cape, and an ice crown with a diamond on it. Why? Because of how I wanted to make her look like a queen. I'm keeping her backstory that she gets in season 8 where she was a princess of a planet called Dyamond and it was destroyed by a witch, who also turned her younger sister Sapphire into a fox. However, what I would change is that I would have the witch really be Mandragora in disguised who was sent by the Ancestral Witches with the intention of sending either Icy or Sapphire (Who are descended from the head witch, Belladonna) down a dark path in order to form a new generation of the coven, steal The Dragon Fire, take over the magical universe, and free them from Obsidian. However, instead of Sapphire (Who was 10 at the time) being turned into a fox, I had her turned into a statue made out of a sapphire gem. The rest of Dyamond wasn't so lucky and died, while Icy, at the mere age of 13, was the sole survivor. She then decided to seek out vengeance against the witch who did this by becoming the most powerful witch in the universe. She planned to free Sapphire from her frozen state when she became powerful enough. However, as she continued on her path, she became more power hungry and bitter about how she was always good and kind but she still ended up suffering the fate of the life she knew being taken from her. She wanted to take over the universe as a queen to make up for the crown that was rightfully hers being taken from her. In my version of the last season, where The Trix team up with their Ancesters, she finds out about this being their plan and destroys them with the Winx Club. Redemption arc? Maybe.... I love how the backstory is similar to Bloom's because it adds something to their dynamic and shows how two people can react very different to the same tragedy.

Darcy

Darcy's form stayed the same but really it was perfect the way it is. However, I will be using this time to talk about her backstory that I gave her. She came a planet of illusions but her powers were rooted in darkness but not by choice. She was born with her powers being rooted in darkness and she was feared by others because of it. She didn't even have a family, so there was no one like her and it got lonely. She would used to love to read romance stories because it was her living out her own fantasy of being loved. This explains her seductive nature. She was tired of being feared and looked down upon, so she left her planet at the age of 13. She finally met Icy and Stormy, discovered that they were descendants of the Ancestral Witches, which is how Darcy figured out why she was so different from everyone from her planet. She hated that they were right about her and that she was always destined to be evil but decided that if that's all she was ever gonna be, that's what she would be and would do all she could to get the glory she's always dreamed of. But she did finally have a family and people who loved her, Icy and Stormy, who she considered to be her sisters. It's rough, I know but you get the idea and it's more than Iginio Straffi ever did! I got the idea for her backstory from this line from Jinx from Teen Titans. "I'm bad luck. Good was never an option for me."

Stormy

Just like Darcy's Dark Witch form, Stormy's remained the same, so I'm using this to talk about the backstory I gave her. I got some help with this from my girlfriend, @keeloves. Stormy was an orphan that was often overlooked and overshadowed by others because of how she was the only witch in the orphanage. This caused her to develop a horrible temper and an extreme hatred for fairies. She would play pranks to try to cover up her own insecurities but deep down was lonely and longed for friends and a family. As her powers developed, they were often unstable due to her being very powerful and unable to control them a lot of the time, along with her temper making things worse. When she was thirteen she accidentally destroyed the orphanage, which she felt bad about but was proclaimed as evil by everyone. She was kicked out and was going to be sent to an institution that would keep her from being able to use her powers, but she ran away before they had the chance. She eventually met Icy and Darcy, whom didn't fear her and could relate to her. The three became friends, discovered that they were descended from the Ancestral Witches, and considered each other sisters. Again, I know this is rough but it's more than Iginio Straffi ever did.

Credit for the bases goes to SelenaEde of DeviantArt

Credit for the background in the last image goes to SparxGuardian of DeviantArt

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

More info on Snowden with the relationship with his maternal grandparents (the king and queen of dyamond)

Umm I am unsure yet. As I don’t know anything about them. All I known is that only the Queen of Dyamond is mentioned in the episode, “The White Fox”. There is no mentioned of a king. Just the kingdom had a queen, and that queen had two daughters, Icy and Sapphire.

I definitely seeing right now is that before she passed away, the queen tried to keep her grandson away from being involved in the mafia business, and have him be involving more in managing a kingdom and other responsibilities as the Prince of Dyamond because one day he will be king.

Before the queen passed away, maybe she is wishing things would have been different if The Ancestral Witches hadn’t attack Domino and people of Magix not hold a grudge, stay bitter/being bitter about it, and acts so callous toward Dyamond itself. Because if things play out differently, her daughter would not be so determined to be the most powerful and diabolical witch in all of Magix. It is still a mystery for me about Dyamond in the show as it was left off with Season 8 ended.

Snowden’s grandmother death is a touchy subject to talked about for Snowden.

[maggielindemanns]

it’s missing elu hours w me, el, and caro 🤧🖇❤️