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a-new-wish-6-3 · 3 months ago

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The finale from a new wish was missing something.

It is understandeble that project hazel gets saved for the next season since the built up where dale actually invests into c,w is missing. The anti fairys are the perfect villain where some extra panic is missing because we know they will never actually succeed in ruling fairy world forever. So the writers introduced magic built up back as such a stakes riser. This is not working because:

1. We never saw anything that indicates death before so it is a obviouse a ratcon. Even other fairys who have no godkid never showed any built up before.

2. It makes no sense. Why would the anti fairys Kill their counterpart. Their are litterly the last enemys who would Profit from that. This makes the whole plan look stupid. And why is a built up even working if the magic is shut off from the fairys. You cant have both.

3. The faces are to stupid for such a dangerous Situation and takes away all suspence we built up. You are dying for gods sake dont make it a joke.

But what else do we expect from a blow up into confetty. It was never meant to be sirious so it is hard to show it in a diffrent light.

My Idee, simply switch into magic deplition.

The story is that hazel says, that it is stupid that all their magic only comes from the big wand considering that their are magic entitys. Wanda reviels that fairys contain some magic called live magic which is still active no Matter what. It makes Sure they stay young and immortal even if they lose their wish magic. Otherwise they would have died long ago if really all magic was gone. ( aged up, killed by something without immortality, etc this never happened in the old serie but in other shows so i was always wondering why this is the case here ) This is magic they have no excess too, only a few fairys called fea are born with extra large live magic and are able to use it. They built the fairy councel. Cosmo than says that the councel is chosen only because of that, since it means they have a better connection to magic so they should make the rules. But the councel isnt doing much with that extra magic, since if you can use your live magic you can also use up your live ( they could have helped before since they are stronger than normal fairys, but didnt because of the risk of dying by using that strenght ). This beeing the only way a fairy ( or only fea ) can die. The Lore beeing that we now know who the councel is, why they are here and why they havent done much.

Hazel asks if she can be a fea with c,w saying only really few fairys are ever born as fea and they cant change that.

Of curse in the end battle when fairys ( in Reserve magic ) fight against the powered up anti fairys it is revealed that peri is a fea. The possibility of peri dying stays but is not something the anti fairys planned on. It also gives up a better show with peri vs irep instead off a slow death. Even better the family could actually help out by conwincing every other fairy to give their reserved power to peri so he doesnt have to use his live magic anymore. ( reserve magic in a wand should be transferreble right ). Ending in a big last magic attack. After everything is over peri is announced to have to join the councel with the future problems beeing: can he stay a godfairy, stay with dev, what is his new job ( making and changing the rules ).

This is completly new. We never had such lore or the possibility of our wishes effecting someone who could than change a rule into something better, based on what he learned. Even the possibility of remembering your fairys and timmy could come back throw that. It is a true game changer and not a retcon thrown in with no long lasting story effect.

I would love seeing dev, hazel, cosmo and wanda making Probleme wishes with peri than deciding what the rules should look like. They are After all the perfect Combo for loopholes peri can fix. Peri also already called out that they should change some rules in a previouse episode.

#fairly oddparents #fairly oddparents a new wish #peri #cosmo and wanda #dev #anti fairies #irep #poof

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mondays-moodboards · 5 months ago

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Farrah Godfairy moodboard

#mon mood #character moodboard #eah #ever after high #farrah goodfairy #eah farrah #ever after high farrah

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blajah-blaster · 5 months ago

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I finally finished ;U;

[Note: This snippet was created before I had more than character’s roles in the story written out so things are subjected to change in the final AU. There’s no toxic yuri twist planned I swear]

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“Did you hear about Rumplestiltskin?”

“I did! What do you think happened?”

“I heard it was…”

Ginger overheard two friends murmuring to each other over a newspaper while she was cleaning up plates at another table. It wasn’t uncommon that Ginger always eavesdropped on her patron’s conversations, sometimes they were just too loud for her to not hear them. She read the paper earlier this morning; “Longtime resident, Rumplestiltskin found dead! Officials still investigating.”

It was terribly shocking news for such a silent town, he was rather curmudgeonly and quite the scrooge Ginger can recall from their brief meetings in the past, but even the most dense folks could tell he had some form of good in him even if it was a very small amount.

Speaking of dense folks, Blondie Lockes enters the cafe with a silver bell overhead to signal her presence. On the dot, just as the morning rush begins to die down. The reporter takes a stool at the counter, a stressed expression on her face as she bounces her leg up and down. Ginger places a bowl of warm porridge and a green ceramic mug in front of her. The mug was round and slightly curved at the top, in a yellow oval on the front of the mug was a bear and pine trees painted in black. Blondie had drunk from the mug so much it was considered her mug at this point.

The baker pours what’s left in the coffee pot into her mug. One sugar cube, and then a second one before a perfect trickle of heavy cream is poured in.

“Judging by your expression, you’re thinking about Rumplestiltskin.” Ginger inquires,

“It doesn’t make sense!” Blondie responds in a quiet yell as she swirls her coffee. “There’s a knife and a bottle. The knife doesn’t have a trace on it and neither does the bottle. Oh godfairy…”

“Uy, cool it Blondes.” Ginger sternly adds, snapping her fingers in front of Blondie’s face twice. “Grimm, you’re such a disaster of a reporter but —listen— more will come up. It was just yesterday he was found and the sheriff Redford is still investigating. You need to step back and ask new questions.”

Blondie sighs, putting up a fight with Ginger isn’t something she needed currently after a restless night of thinking and pondering. She lifts the mug to her lips and takes a long sip.

“Eat your breakfast, just find another topic to write about for now.” Ginger reminds her as she leaves to clean up the table previously occupied by the two gossippers from earlier. The reporter places the mug down and takes a glance to her right where she does a double take to see if her eyes deceive her. Just three seats down was C.A Cupid, real name unknown. The host is sitting in a casual manner with one leg over the other as Cerise Hood scribbles her order on a notepad, silently nodding. She’s seen her before in the cafe but only during lunch hours, never this early in the morning. Blondie decided to indulge herself in an observation.

Her lips are perfectly curved and painted with a brilliant rouge hue of lipstick, her face is curved in a lovely shape and Blondie could see dimples on both sides of her mouth. Cupid’s pink hair is curled to perfection, with the mixed streaks of mulberry and roses appearing like swirls. A very prominent feature is her wings of course, wings are nothing uncommon but her’s simply stand out compared to Faybelle or Farrah’s. Her wings are dove-like compared to the fairies, swooping down elegantly with pure white feathers.

It takes a moment to realize Cerise has already left, and she’s been caught staring. Cupid’s eyes stare back, her irises the color of lemons and honey. The reporter notices her lips are upturned in a knowing smirk. Blondie swiftly turns back to her breakfast, her cheeks flushed is an embarrassment as she shoves a spoonful of porridge into her mouth with such force she almost chokes and gags, but keeps chewing anyway to save what is left of her pride.

Her eyes don’t dare land on Cupid again as she quickly eats her food and chugs her coffee, finishing before she has to get to her office. Though before her commute, she can’t help the ache of curiosity. She takes a quick look at Cupid’s order. It’s a simple pain au chocolat with a mug of what appears to be coffee and whipped cream on top. Before Cupid could turn to see who’s staring her way again, all she can spot is a blur of blonde hair as Blondie Lockes makes a dash for the office.

#This one snippet was so long my discord nitro couldn’t handle it #Worth it tho #blajah babbles #writing snippet #ever after high #eah #heartlockes #Murder Mystery? AU #eah au

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moonlightswritingandstuff · 3 months ago

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The Amazing Story of Keefe, Fairy Godfairy Extraordinaire (and also how Princess Biana and Sophie Foster fell in love, but they’re less important)

When Princess Biana, only daughter of King Alden, is to be married, the entire kingdom rejoices at the news of a resplendent gala and wedding to follow. Well, Sophie Foster doesn't care. She wants to go to the princess's Winnowing Gala, simply to see what the world has to offer. Enter Keefe Sencen, fairy god-fairy, as he likes to call himself. Without ado, let I, your dear narrator, begin this tale.

trigger warnings: none

For @kotlcfairytale! (under @softmoonlightmelody), for @/indigothemuse!

Princess Biana, youngest child and only daughter of King Alden, was to be married! The kingdom rejoiced, naturally, for the princess was of the sort of beauty that made all others seem plain.

And of course she was not only beautiful. She was brave, having nearly sacrificed herself for the kingdom in her youth. She was intelligent, having been at the top of her class for her entire school career.

All of this made Princess Biana Amberly, lady of mirrors, very intimidating indeed.

Sophie Foster, however, did not care in the slightest. Really, it was almost impressive.

But Sophie yearned for freedom. Her stepfather Forkle (there were two of them, but no one knew, much less Sophie) thought she needed to train more for his rebellion. Sophie, on the other hand, wanted to spend the rest of her life in peace with a large library and at least six alicorns.

And so Sophie yearned for a night of freedom, and the Princess Biana’s winnowing gala - as parties in search of a husband tended to be called - was nigh, and every person in the shining city of Eternalia was to attend.

(It was less shiny the closer you got to the outerlying districts like Mysterium, but alas. That was not the concern of the nobility.)

Sophie thought to herself that she may attend, without Forkle knowing. Perhaps the palace would have a wonderful library filled with every book ever.

(It was not quite filled with every book ever - that was nigh impossible, plus the library would then be full of trash masquerading as a book - but it is close enough.)

But Forkle did not like that. But then again, we don’t really care about Forkle.

Point is, however, that Forkle left for many important missions that Sophie didn’t really know what were about. Yet due to Forkle’s missions, Sophie had a free afternoon and night.

So that day she yearned and spoke to her pet hamster Iggy of how much she wished she could leave. She also spoke to Silveny, the only alicorn on Forkle’s property, who had a particular soft spot for her.

But Sophie could not go to Biana’s gala, for she had neither dress nor coach suitable, and no invitation at all.

And as she was lamenting her lack of supplies, fairy-godmother-in-training Keefe Sencen appeared, in a sparkly blue ballgown that, in my opinion, matched his eyes quite well.

“Greetings, Sophie Foster!”

Sophie startled, dropping her broom. “Who the hell are you?”

Keefe grinned his maniacal grin. “I am Keefe, your fairy godmother!” he exclaimed, then frowned. “Actually, I was thinking more on the lines of fairy god-fairy. Gotta break the mold, right? We’re too close in age for me to be your mother.”

“What kind of name is Keefe?” Sophie said, quite bewildered.

“What kind of name is Sophie?” Keefe replies, oblivious to the true uniqueness of his name.

“Why are you here?” Sophie snaps instead of replying. I’d say it’s rude, but I would also say the same thing.

“Why is it always why?” Keefe complains. “Not ‘how are you doing, Keefe, it’s nice to see you’ or ‘how did you do on that recent wish-granting’. But yes, I am here to make your wishes come true!”

“I see,” Sophie says, not seeing at all. “Well, what are my wishes?”

“You yearn for the princess, naturally,” Keefe says, nodding to himself.

“What? No!”

“Ah, you… yearn for the outside world?”

“That’s… closer.”

“I can assist! I will take you to the gala!”

“Uh… thanks?”

With a flourish of his wand, Keefe transformed Sophie’s plain dress into a stunning three-piece suit, vivid red and gold.

(Actually, wait a second- how did Keefe get into my office? Get out, I’m writing- no, why would I describe how handsome you are? Maybe I’ll call you ugly, that’ll get your ego- and he’s gone. Thank any and every god.)

Anyway, the suit was resplendent, jewels sown into its real gold-thread tapestry. It could feed a family for a week- no, a year. Sophie swallowed down her longing.

“And shoes-”

“Please give me flats,” Sophie begged. “I can’t wear heels.”

“Noted,” Keefe said. “Aren’t I an amazing fairy godfairy?”

“Sure.”

“Anyway, Silveny can carry you to the ball - she truly is a lovely colour, and, here, that pumpkin can be a coach,” Keefe muttered as he went around. “Oh, a horse-master! What are they called again?”

“I have no clue,” Sophie said, with genuinely no clue.

(I, your dear narrator, can tell you they’re called coachmen.)

“Well, I need one. Oh, is that a hamster? He’ll do great!”

“It’s Iggy! You’re doing nothing to him!”

“It won’t hurt him. He’ll forget. That reminds me. These blessings end at midnight.”

“Thank the stars,” Sophie muttered.

And then Keefe turned Iggy into the coachman. A very dignified, if pink-haired, man came out of Iggy’s poof, and he bowed to Sophie.

Lastly, Keefe spelled her hair into a crown braid, placing a comb with rubies into her hair.

(If there’s one thing that Keefe’s good for, it’s style. Shut up Keefe, you know I’m right.)

“Now go!” he shooed a dazed Sophie into the coach. “Have fun, and you’re a beautiful lady now!”

The interior of the coach was quite lovely, in Sophie’s opinion. She touched her earrings - gold and rubies - self-consciously, unable to believe that she was experiencing this situation, given the fact of her life.

And all too soon, the coach arrived in the palace, a glimmering estate sprawling, as large as Sophie’s neighbourhood, called Black Swan.

Sophie was led out of the carriage by Iggy, and no one questioned as she stepped inside.

And if there was one word to describe the ballroom, it was grand. One side of the wall was lined with elegant windows and the other with matching mirrors. Real gold detailed the many lines and designs, and the marble floor was polished as to shine.

None of this accurately described the chandeliers - there were two of them. They dripped with diamonds and sapphires, made of some strong metal coated in gold.

And on the ceilings, paintings of historical and mythical tales in aching realism looked down, blue skies painted with white clouds.

It was beautiful. It was overwhelming. And Sophie felt so out of place, like everyone would see straight through her.

But she made her way, with throngs of people, to the chairs of King Alden and Queen Della, Prince Fitz and Princess Biana at their sides. Despite it being her winnowing gala, Princess Biana seemed like an afterthought.

But even then, Sophie could immediately grasp why the princess was considered a great beauty. Soft teal eyes and flowing brown hair, almost like a river and almost black in its darkness, made her immediately identifiable as royalty, and her smooth, unblemished brown skintone was warm and full of life.

But she bowed and made her way out, mind still stuck on the princess’s eyes. Her gown, too - beautiful in its splendour. It was a deep purple, with golden embroidery - it would not be anything less than real gold - inlaid when pearls and diamonds. She also wore a gold circlet, the largest pearl Sophie had ever seen in its center and wreathed by amethysts and diamonds. Necklaces and bracelets piled up, but not enough as to be gaudy, with a pair of earrings to match.

But the food was also really good. Finger food, like small sandwiches, pastries, and cakes, were lain on the tables, silk tablecloths underneath them. Flowers stood in the table, impossibly blue roses and white baby’s breath.

In short, Sophie felt out of place, like a single flaw on an otherwise flawless crystal.

“Psst, Sophie,” someone whispers.

“Keefe!?” Sophie whips around to find her fairy godfairy in the same ballgown as before. “Why are you here?”

“You know, a ‘how are you’ or ‘nice suit, are you enjoying the gala’ would really be more polite.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Anyway, I wanted to see how you’re doing, and honestly, check on someone.”

“Who?”

Keefe didn’t answer, but his eyes flicked to Prince Fitz.

“The prince, really?”

“We used to be close. But fairy godmothers aren’t supposed to be friends with or be close to our… charges, I suppose, in any way. So I was… removed.”

“That’s terrible. You should talk to him.”

“No! He doesn’t even know why I left!”

“And? If he actually cares for you, he’ll forgive you.”

“You don’t know Fitz.”

“Yeah-”

“Keefe? How are you here?” a voice says, Prince Fitz.

“I…” Keefe hesitates, but Sophie nods him forward.

“He misses you,” she says, before pushing Keefe towards Fitz.

“Why did you leave?”

“I wasn’t- I wasn’t allowed to stay.”

Sophie leaves them to it, and goes off to dance, first with a lady named Linh, who tells her facts about mercats the entire time - which Sophie thoroughly enjoys. Both Linh and her are unbearably clumsy, but neither of them care. But for her second dance she is approached by none, and so Sophie finds a balcony and chooses to sit outside.

There she finds the belle of the ball, Princess Biana, staring down into the garden with firelight dancing within it.

“Oh, sorry,” Sophie says as the princess looks to her. “Your highness,” she adds belatedly.

The princess inclines her head. “You can stay.”

Sophie sits down hesitantly next to her. In the moonlight, she’s even more beautiful, the silver light reflecting off her face.

“Are you enjoying the gala?” the princess asks.

“It’s not quite what I expected, but I am. Are you?”

“Yes,” the princess says, and Sophie can hear the lie in her voice.

“You’re lying, aren’t you?” Sophie asks.

The princess blinks, eyebrows raising. “I suppose,” she says, suddenly guarded.

“I’ll give you a secret if you tell me why,” Sophie says.

The princess smiles. “I do enjoy galas. But I do not want marry someone I do not know.”

“Wouldn’t there be a courtship period?”

“I hope,” Biana says. “But I am afraid also of being known only as the wife of a noble.”

“I see,” Sophie says. “My secret is that I’m not supposed to be here.”

“You snuck away?”

“No, I got a fairy god… fairy.”

“Oh, Keefe?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“He’s not as subtle as he thinks.”

“I don’t think he knows what subtle means.”

Biana laughs, and Sophie joins her. Sophie’s dolphin-like laugh sounds strange compared to Biana’s silvery one, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re not supposed to be here,” Biana adds. “I’m glad you’re here, at least.”

“I’m glad I’m here, too.”

Biana smiles at Sophie, and she feels the entire world explode as if everything went from gray suddenly to colour.

Oh.

Sophie’s screwed. And it is possibly the worst time and place for her to fall for a princess.

But then Biana asks her what flowers she knows, and Sophie imagines it’ll be okay as she listens to her ramblings about the meanings and needs of various flowers.

Sophie thinks she can spend forever listening to Biana speak.

“I should be going back to the gala,” Biana says.

“It was nice speaking to you, your highness.”

“Call me Biana,” she says, a smile in her voice, before leaving and closing the door behind her.

Sophie leaves the balcony a little later, and reenters the gala, going straight to the food.

“Everything okay?” Keefe whispers from behind her.

“Yes,” Sophie says. “Met Biana. You?”

“It was good to talk to Fitz again,” he says, semi-dreamily.

Sophie raises an eyebrow.

Keefe raises his, in an eerie way, his eyebrows being absorbed into his hair.

(Fairy godmothers, I swear. So weird.)

“Anyway, you might find a dance calling to you soon,” he says, before disappearing with the smell of… something. Sophie’s not quite sure what it is.

(Tangerines. It’s tangerines. Keefe is so annoying when it comes to tangerines. They’re like his signature.)

And true to Keefe’s words, soon enough Biana approaches her for a dance.

“It was lovely speaking to you,” she says. “Is there a way I can see you again?”

Sophie smiles. “I don’t know. But if you’re in need of a spouse, and no one seems appealing, I’ll marry you. Promise I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

Why did she say that?

But Biana laughs. “I might take you up on that offer.”

And so they dance, but before the next, Sophie abruptly realizes the time. 11:50.

She has to leave yesterday.

“Sorry, I have to go,” she apologizes to Biana.

“Ah, fairy godfairies,” Biana says.

Sophie presses an earring - one of the two she’s wearing that apparently would outlast the magic - into Biana’s hand without thinking and slips out the palace into the night.

She runs back, suit tearing into her normal clothes as the magic fades, and everything is blessedly normal as Sophie crashes into bed.

When she wakes up, Sophie is not woken up naturally but rather by a quite annoying fairy godfairy.

“Did you have fun?”

“Holy stars above, Keefe. It’s six in the morning. Why are you up so early?”

“I don’t need to sleep.”

“Yeah, but the rest of us do.”

“Anyway! Biana’s probably going to be looking for you. You told her your name, right?

Sophie wracks her brain. “I don’t think so.”

“Sophie.”

“Keefe.”

“How is she supposed to find you, then?”

“I… gave her one of my earrings?”

“Ooh, my custom design? It’ll be perfect. Now we wait. I think she’s using the tax records to figure out who to look for.”

Sophie feels her one of the pair in her hand, fingering the glimmering diamonds, shining rubies, and solid gold.

She stares out the window, looking for the telling blue that adorns the king’s delegation.

“Look for purple,” Keefe says. “It’s Biana’s chosen colour.”

(Sophie doesn’t pay much attention to royalty.)

Sophie nods.

And soon Biana and her people arrive, and Forkle goes to greet them. Keefe cracks open her window, just slightly, so they can hear what is being said.

“-the only one who lives here,” Sophie can hear, picking up on Forkle’s voice through the window.

“Actually,” Biana says, brandishing what looks like a file folder labeled Errol Loki Forkle, “according to your taxes, you listed ‘Sophie Elizabeth Foster’ as a dependent. Where is she?”

“I-”

Keefe nudges Sophie, and she sighs in return. “I’m up here!”

Biana’s gaze shoots to the window, and she smiles.

Sophie clatters downstairs, with her earring.

Forkle frowns, but makes no move to stop her.

“My lady,” Biana says, “would you enjoy a trip to the palace?”

“Sophie,” Forkle says, “please do leave me. I am all alone, and for that reason I have adopted you.”

Sophie considers her options. Biana, who is wonderful and Sophie enjoys to talk to, or Forkle, who has raised her.

“I shall go to the palace,” Sophie decides. “But I shall also visit this house once more.”

“I also believe you forgot this,” Biana says, pressing the matching earring into Sophie’s palm.

Sophie smiles at Biana, and she smiles back.

And then they lived happily ever after.

(Keefe would also like to say that he’s willing to provide his wingfairy skills. I would not take him up on that offer.)

(I should also say that Sophie and Biana were happy. They spend time together. They’re actually really sickly sweet, like that one couple in your friend group who will not shut up about each other but you stand it because they’re both really great people and you’re glad they’ve found each other. Actually, that might be more of a me experience.)

(Anyway. Signing off, your narrator, Tam Song.)

#kotlc #tam song #biana vacker #sophie foster #keefe sencen

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shallyne · 1 year ago

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Shrek 2 Feysand AU

Where Feyre is Shrek, Rhys is Fiona and Amarantha is prince charming (which would make the King of Hybern the godfairy) and Feyre and Rhys get separated and cursed into new bodies. That's when Amarantha strikes and acts like she is Feyre. Rhys doesn't trust her but who is he to doubt Feyre? But the whole time he feels that something is wrong and he can't warm up to fake-Feyre Amarantha. She tries everything but it's not enough. Luckily, she doesn't has to fully convince him yet, just until midnight. Until midnight Rhys and Feyre can be transformed back with true loves kiss, after that it's hopeless.

While Amarantha tries to make Rhys fall in love with her, Feyre wakes up in a whole other city and is surprised to find herself in a whole other city. But she's not alone, with her are Mor, Cassian and Azriel (who would be puss in boots and donkey in that scenario) and after initial confusion they make a plan to get back to Shrek Rhys!

On their quest they realize that Feyre has to kiss Rhys before midnight and they have this whole epic journey where they travel back to the castle, ready to save Rhys! On their way they recruit a little group who fights with them (the big gingerbreadman Mongo is Bryaxis)

After fighting and fighting and breeching the castle walls, Feyre succeeds in saving Rhys at exactly 11:59pm

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar au #shrek au #feysand au #feyre archeron #feyre #feyre cursebreaker #high lady of the night court #high lady feyre #feyre darling #rhysand #rhys #rhys acotar #rhysand archeron #high lord rhysand #high lord of the night court #feysand

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roleplayfinder · 3 months ago

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20+ Fairly Oddparents is back and I'm loving Peri, would like a rp that has him as my OC's Godfairy, I'll still have Dev around, if interested, like I'll soon in as soon as possible!

#twenty and over #fairly oddparents #fairly oddparents roleplay #fairly oddparents rp

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katiecreative · 4 months ago

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A early concept design for Faye Stardust

She’s a character inspired by the fairly odd parents.

I remember watching a few of the episodes, but I never fully completed the series.

But I’m inspired by all the crazy theories out there for the show A New Wish. I’m taking inspiration from that and making my own little godfairy in Harmonys Redemption. She’s meant to help Catherine while she’s a child.

Faye saw Catherine case in the fairy world with Catherine being really miserable, and her younger step siblings always picking on her for being what she is, And a bunch of other things that will be shown in HR in which Faye was granted permission to be Catherine’s godparent

Catherine being the shy child as she already was when Faye showed up she was very confused, Which is typical for someone like Catherine who’s never had anyone by her side up to that point

This is just a fun concept I wanted to do. I just like the idea of making my own oc for the fairly odd parents.

#FOPOC #harmony’sredemption

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liviavanrouge · 7 months ago

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Growing Kingdom

Azul: *Holds Evonie's hand, letting her lead him*

???: What are you two doing?

Evonie: PRINCESS!!

Granite: You both shouldn't be here right now, it's dangerous-

Livia: *Appears out of thin air and grabs her by the air pulling her back, a crazed smile on her face* The only thing dangerous here is me

Granite: *Shrieks, stumbling back when Livia released her* THE TYRANT PRINCESS!! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!

Azul: Tyrant Princess? Really!?

Evonie: MY BESTIE IS NO TYRANT!!

Granite: That's not what we heard!

Livia: WALK! Or else you're gonna know what it's like to burn alive yourself!

Granite: *Quickly walks away, her eyes wide as she led them to the throne room*

Livia: *Vanishes into thin air following her*

Azul and Evonie: *Walks after them silently hoping this'll work*

Laylia: *Looks over growling* What

Granite: Grandmother-

Livia: *Appears out of thin air snarling, her hair dark red* YOU BEST BE READY TO DIE!!

Laylia: *Roars in fury* The Tyrant Princess!??

Evonie: Seriously, why are they calling her that

Azul: ....maybe it's because they've only seen her more psychotic side due to the battle three weeks ago....

Evonie: Ohh...

Livia: I AM TAKING MY SUBJECTS BACK AND I WILL NOT SENSE, HEAR OR SMELL ANY OF YOUR PEOPLE IN THE VALLEY OF THORNS FOR THE NEXT BILLION YEARS!!

Laylia: How dare you!?

Livia: That's funny!! Since YOU'RE the one kidnapping my subjects and experimenting on them you beast!

Granite: You don't understand! We need a new home!!

Livia: WELL YOU CAN'T HAVE THE VALLEY!!!!

Granite: WHY NOT!?

Livia: BECAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE LIVING THERE! PEOPLE WITH FAMILIES AND LIVING HAPPY LIVES UNDER MY RULE!!!

Granite: But we need somewhere else to live! The food here is gone we've been surviving on water and fish but our species dislike fish!

Livia: What does that have to do with me! I could care less if your species was wiped out!

Granite: Please! The fish makes us sick! Deadly sick! We've lost so many people!

Azul: Why didn't you all travel away from here then?

Granite: We're too weak and our scouts die during expeditions...

Evonie: No wonder...they are really desperate

Granite: Please, I have a little sister who's ill! Her name is Gabby!

Livia: Hah, I've heard people who use that excuse before, show me proof

Granite: *Quickly searches her pockets then pulls out a photo of her and a small girl* She's sickly and she won't make it without proper medical attention! Please! We need a new home!!

Granite: We're loosing our elders as well! Their families have been grieving for weeks and we need to save them!

Livia: *Stares with wide eyes, her wings lowering*

Azul: *Stays silent knowing kids were Livia's few weaknesses, since she herself is unable to turn away from them or the elderly*

Azul: Swear loyalty to the Valley of Thorns royal family!

Livia: What!?

Evonie: Good idea, Azul! If they swear loyalty then they can leave

Granite: YES! ANYTHING FOR MY SISTER!!

Granite: *Looks desperately at Livia* I swear my full loyalty to the royal family! I swear everything!

Laylia: NO!! I WILL NOT LET MY PEOPLE LIVE UNDER A HYBRIDS RULE!!

Granite: IGNORE HER! WE'LL SWEAR LOYALTY TO YOU!!

Laylia: *Shrieks in fury and lunges at Livia*

Livia: *Whips around letting her jaw unhinge and fires venom at the queens eyeballs causing screaming to fill the room*

Granite: *Stares in shock alarmed*

Livia: *Quickly runs out as water seeped through the walls* GATHER YOUR PEOPLE AND MAKE THEM SWEAR LOYALTY! GO, GO, GO!!

Granite: *Rushes out and throws herself into the air, winging away at full speed*

Livia: *Swoops past her and into the portal tunnel, Azul and Evonie following her on a broom*

Sebek: *Looks at Granite*

Granite: Everyone! If we want to live we have to swear loyalty to the valleys royal family!

Tortoise: *Stares with wide eyes then nods* HAIL THE ROYAL FAMILY!

Jax: BLESSINGS TO THE ROYAL FAMILY

Sebek: *Steps aside with the guards, letting the chanting and cheering people through* SINGLE FILE! STAY TOGETHER!

Granite: THE DAM! THE DAM IS BREAKING!!

Silver: EVERYBODY RUN! GO!!

Winx(Twst fairy godmother): *Hurries after everyone, then looks back as the wave came closer*

Livia: *Flies past him then turns around and grabs him, diving into the portal tunnel* GOTCHA!!

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Livia: *Dives out, her wings shielding Winx*

Sebek: STAY TOGETHER! NOBODY MOVE!

Kuro: SINGLE FILE!

Silver: *Walks beside an elderly woman helping her walk* Careful...

Livia: You alright, Winx?

Wind: Yeah, thanks!

Livia: *Nods* Azul and Evonie must be warning Malleus right now about the incoming new subjects, help me get them prepared!

Livia: *Leaps into the air flying away*

Winx: *Floats into the air, following Livia*

Winx: *Looks down at the walking people then forward finding Azul's plan brilliant* Wow...

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