#w.i.t.c.h. yan lin

[doowlssleep]

[i-plague-eater]

It was quite a pain to choose alignment for some of these characters so I might have mistaken in one or two, but let's accept that none of Phoboses can use a chair properly.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

The Hemorrhaging Aether

Nerissa had never cared for crowds but she has never hated them either. On one hand they are too loud, they drive her mad with the overload of sights and sounds and smells. On the other hand, if a crowd is large enough, then she can get lost in it, slink to the back of it. Blend in and go unnoticed and that is precisely what she is looking to do. Especially today. 

Earthy tones had been a good choice. They keep her out of mind even if she is not out of sight. They keep her inconspicuous in a building full of people who seem to be doing their very best to stand out, to become the center of attention. 

She has heard that about America; the people value their freedom and by extension their individuality. And she supposes that that isn’t a terrible thing in moderation. America overall is terribly different from Greece; everything and everyone seems so…sensationalized. Everything is so forward driven—a rejection of tradition in favor of what might and very well could be. The fashion is daring and different, the hairstyles are showy. They do however seem to be as friendly and welcoming of strangers as she is used to. 

More than anything else though the school itself is strange; there are no split in their secondary schooling—no gymnasium and no lyceum. Instead there are freshmen, sophomore, junior, and senior years. There is no 20 point grading system; they stick to letters past primary school. 

The layout of the school is different. Different and larger than her old school had been. The hallways are mostly empty now, save for the uncaring stragglers and several people looking frantically from the sheets in their hands to signs on doors. People like herself, who have no idea where to go. 

Truly, how hard can it be to follow signs to a classroom.

She finds that it is much easier than actually entering the classroom. Even if she enters at the very moment another student does. 

At least the teacher has two people to choose from now. 

“Charlie and Nerissa, I assume.”

“Yes mam!” Charlie declares. Nerissa simply nods.

“I do not know how educators handled tardiness at your last schools, but this one does not tolerate them.”

“It's our first day, cut us a break, man.”

“Does life ‘cut breaks’?”

“It should.”

“You seem very opinionated…”

“Charlie.” She fills in.

“You seem very opinionated, Charlie. Perhaps you would like to taketh class through the icebreakers. And Nerissa, you may introduce yourself next. I'm certain that the class will be intrigued to hear about Greece. You are the exchange student, yes?”

And so her inconspicuousness expires.

“I'm not an exchange student, I've moved to this country.”

“Well then, you should pay extra close attention to how tardiness and discipline work here.

Things are going splendidly already.

.oOo.

The new girl, she concludes, is shy. Shy and quiet to a point where Cassidy wonders if she only speaks Greek with a sprinkle of English phrases here and there. She touches her hair a lot, and she has an abundance of it. She runs her fingers through it or wraps strands of it around her pointer. And so far their conversation hasn’t gotten much further than.“You’re from Greece, right?” A lowering of a novel—just enough to peak over it and a nod. An “I’m Cassidy.” And one more nod.

But she has closed the book and put it to the side. 

“Do you want to come eat lunch with me and my friends?” She jabs her thumb in the direction of her usual lunch table, the one under the ash tree. 

The girl follows the direction of Cassidy’s finger with her eyes, seeming to study the rest of the group. She locks eyes with Yan Lin who flashes her a huge grin and waves. Hesitantly the new girl lifts her own hand and returns it. 

“See, they’re friendly. We’re basically this school’s welcome committee. Unofficial.” Cassidy declares. “It’s better than sitting all by yourself.” But maybe the girl likes it that way—Lisa Paige Allan prefers to be alone with her paintset. 

The new girl presses her lips together and stares at her book. As quietly as the rest of their conversation has gone, she gets to her feet and Cassidy is certain that she is going to pick up her book and skitty on out.

Instead she makes her way towards the ash tree. 

Kadma, Yan Lin, and Halinor are already quite deep into looking over each other’s class schedules. Something that Cassidy had been trying to get them to look at well before the school year actually started. If for no other reason than to open a discussion about the school's state of the art copy machine and how far journalism has come in such a short time. 

She slides her own class schedule onto the table skims over the papers. “Oh! Looks like we have literature and history together too, Yan Lin. And Halinor is with us for literature.” She peers at Kadma’s schedule. Aside from lunch, it would seem that she only has one class with them. And it is the only one that she doesn’t share with Halinor—math.” 

“Well I guess that lunch is the only class where all of us will be together.”  Kadma shrugs.

Yan Lin frowns at her own schedule. “None of you signed up for band!”

“That’s my favor to this whole school.” Kadma crosses her arms.

“Well I’ll be all alone. Bummer.”

The new girl reaches down and into her bag, fishes out a fair sized wooden case, and puts it onto the table. Cassidy watches her fumble with the latches for a few seconds before she turns the case around to reveal a flute. 

“Oh! You signed up for band?” Yan Lin asks. 

The new girl nods. 

“That’s a flute, right?” Kadma asks. 

“It is.” She replies, brushing her fingers over the metal as though it is some fragile thing. Cassidy watches her dig around lunchbox. Cassidy isn’t sure exactly what the dish is but it is wrapped in grape leaves, contains rice and some type of meat, and it smells rather amazing. 

Cassidy’s own lunch isn’t particularly impressive aside from the sandwich that her mother cut for her in the shape of a star. Other than that she has whatever packaged snacks that she had swiped from the pantry in her rush to get to school. 

“I’d love to learn to play an instrument. I don’t know which one I would be good at though.” Cassidy muses. 

“Would you even have time?” Halinor asks curtly. Cassidy doesn’t think that the girl means to be so cutting, it just sort of happens now and then. Sometimes she realizes it and softens it with something like, “I mean you said that you were interested in trying both journalism and an art extra-curricular.” Most of the time she just makes it worse in the end. “You have so many interests, it would probably be a good idea to just focus on one. Ya know, so you can master it.” 

“Maybe I don’t want to be a master. Maybe I want to be the journalist with the best painting skills.” 

At this Yan Lin laughs. And the conversation carries on like that. With each of them discussing their extra curricular goals. Each of them save for the new girl who seems more interested in her meal and the swishing of the tree canopy. If she has any goals of her own she doesn’t cut in to mention them and she has nothing to say of their choices.

Maybe she really hasn’t learned English yet; Η φόνισσα is scrawled on the cover of her book. But that can’t be it, she seemed to follow the conversation just fine. 

So maybe that is just how she is; a quiet woman who would rather be silent sitting next to someone or several someones than sit in perfect quietude by herself. 

Or maybe she is trying to learn the mechanics of their conversation and the dynamics of their group before deciding to part take. 

It could be simpler still; nobody had expressly asked the new girl for her opinion. It could be that the girl is just trying to be polite. 

Kadma takes one last bite of her apple and tosses it into the wastebin. “I suppose we should start heading in.”

“Oh yeah, I can’t be late for Mrs. Sharppa’s class again. “She said that I would lose a whole letter grade if I did.” Halinor grimaces. One glance at the watch on her wrist puts a haste into the gathering of her belongings. “Thank you for lunch, Yan Lin, you’re the best and your parents are amazing cooks.” She shrugs her bag over her shoulder and sprints towards the school with a “Peace, love, and granola!” from Yan Lin to send her off. 

“See you inside, Cassidy.” Kadma says. 

“For sure!” 

Yan Lin is the next to stand. She tucks her orange-tinted sunglasses back into their case and puts it in the breast pocket of her overalls. “After school?”

“Usual time.” Cassidy confirms. And with that it is just she and the new girl who has already tucked her flute case back into her bag and has taken to fidgeting with the charm on her necklace, watching it slide back and forth on the chain. 

“Well thank you for having lunch with us.”

The new girl parts her lips. 

Cassidy gives her a little nod. “Well I’m heading to class then.” 

“Can I sit here tomorrow?” 

Cassidy grins. “Of course!” 

And maybe tomorrow Cassidy can ask her what her name is. 

[nerissa-crossnic]

C.H.Y.K.N. by 张朔嘉 (Shuojia Zhang)

[sihtod]

house by the sea

[kaiapanito]

Yan Lin

I would love to read a prequel with the old guardians adventures 🥲

[cattimofei2019]

[mewbyss]

Are you C.H.Y.K.N? /╲/\╭[☉﹏☉]╮/\╱\

[lylaseb]

[krchar]

30 Days of Witchversary

Days 19 & 20: Friend & Enemy

Hello, another Witchversary thing :)

A short story about Yan Lin searching for the last bits of the Nerissa she knew as a friend.. about how difficult she was.. about how Cassidy might have been able to approach Nerissa in a way that the others could not.. including the reasons why Cassidy was chosen to keep the Heart

I made notes for this story 8 years ago - funny thing is I had no idea then that there was a Nerissa/Cassidy canon declared. I also had not watched the cartoon then, so this is generally based on the comics (Nerissa and Yan Lin being close, the theme of the flute..). Meaning - it was actually not meant as a ship, rather as a very special friendship thing, but if anyone wants to see that as ship, feel free... it is left open

I also kind of made up their age structure then, I don't know if it makes sense with canon, but whatever

Ehm, all right. It is still angst, but like, the idea, angsty in principle, happened a long time ago, I can do nothing about it now!

Much much thank you to any readers, I would give you my Heart without killing you <3

[witch-hub]

[doowlssleep]

my brain please i made a lineup and posted it can i be free now pretty please

[i-plague-eater]

Forgot to post it here __________________________ Previous page

Previous ten

Chapter one

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Me on Tapas

[rinfarts]

I really wanted to portray the elderly Yan Lin in transformation. Remember that phrase from Phobos: “Guards, Cedric? Dilapidated ruins!” But the heart chose a new team of girls only at the beginning of the events of the animated series. Has none of the worlds ever needed help before?

Of course, Yan Lin is not as mobile as in her youth. Even from her wings it is noticeable that the keeper no longer resorts to flying as often as she would like. But she has a wealth of battle experience, the power of the elements and small tricks on her side. For example, a wind catcher attached to a staff.

This talisman is also called wind music. Because when air currents pass through it, the parts of the amulet come into contact, creating a melodic chime. It is believed that it transforms negative energy into positive energy. The sound vibrations of the amulet revive the Chi energy and help it move. Isn't it an ideal weapon for a guardian of the air?

(text may not be entirely accurate due to translation difficulties)

[nerissa-crossnic]

Art by Ciscremona

[fan-kingdoms]

what i wouldn’t give for a winx club/w.i.t.c.h. crossover like IMAGINE

- an alternate season 4 where the winx go to earth not to make people believe in magic/track down roxy but because faragonda is getting readings of strange spikes of magical activity in a small city on earth called heatherfield and wants the girls to see what could possibly be causing magic surges on a magicless planet

- maybe during book of the elements arc? since the literal elements were going nuts that’ll fr cause an energy spike, plus the kandrakar portal getting used daily

- they end up undercover as new students in sheffield institute looking for the magic signature of the heart of kandrakar

- bump into w.i.t.c.h. and they have that “i’m just like you, you’re just like me” moment

- at this moment w.i.t.c.h. are way in over their heads w the elements and dark mother so even if the winx completed their mission of finding out what was up in heatherfield they decide to stay

- IMAGINE THE BONDING

- the winx could help w.i.t.c.h. with their newfound increase in power, since they all struggled controlling their new stronger powers when they got their enchantix

- everyone gets flying lessons.

irma would complain that their outfits aren’t as cool and sparkly as the winx and they only get one,,,, and then during the new powers arc she’s like “i stand corrected! new outfit!”

- bloom teaching taranee how to bond with her fire and accept the duality/entirety of such a destructive power

- cornelia watching flora and thinking that the earth doesn’t just have to be stubborn, solid, and firm, it can be gentle too

- will introducing tecna to all her talking household appliances!!

- musa bonding with matt over his band (there’s a musa/cobalt blue collab at the end of the season)

- irma and joel introducing musa to karmilla

- cornelia taking stella on a shopping trip!! and hay lin getting sewing advice from her to make her own clothes

- imagine if irma could use morphix??? and you can’t tell me she wouldn’t lose her Mind over how cool aisha is

- aisha and taranee going to jensen’s together to dance 🥹🥹

- flora gets her superstar moment healing dark mother’s tree!!

and at the end of the season the oracle thanks the winx for their help and offers to send them home through one of kandrakar’s portals, and w.i.t.c.h. realize magix is accessible to them because kandrakar is the bridge between all worlds, all dimensions. bloom hugs will and tells her “when you ever feel like visiting, we’re just two portals away!”

just . WINX AND W.I.T.C.H CROSSOVER, OKAY????