#wasn't taking winx enough???

[elsa-fogen]

older sister

I'm kinda afraid to post this idk why but there are almost no winx fans in my discord sooo............ here it goes

Isa (or Isolde) is more important to Icy's story than other siblings, so here she is (other siblings don't even have names yet).

Isa was the youngest out of Icy's older siblings, and while others were already adults, Isa was a teenager when Icy was a kid. they have around 12 years age gap and Icy always looked up to her and wanted to be closer. But as i said, Isa was a teenager, a teenager who thought that Icy "stole" mother from her and was kinda jealous. Plus, their mom treated Icy not as strict as older children and Isa was the one who would always point that out, demanding that Icy would be treated the same way she was and would get same punishments as her in her childhood (it never happened...).

Something something spoiler something, I don't want to tell everything just like that! But Isa dies when Icy was around 15 (much later than everyone else lmao) and this of course inflicted some more trauma for Icy (as if she wasn't traumatized enough)

you can guess who Icy takes inspiration from in her witch style))

lmao i've just realized that Isa is literally how i treat my sister-- damn i didn't intend that. woops i guess

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Taylyn oneshot - Ballerina

How can one woman be so elegant? That's something Taylor found herself wondering so often, ever since she was young.

Her earliest childhood crushes where Asami from Legend of Korra and Musa from Winx Club. If that didn't say something about her type, she didn't know what.

And all of that influenced her to be in love with who she is now.

Ashlyn Banner. Local pretty, quiet, badass, smart, elegant girl. And Taylor was at one of her performances.

Ashlyn always was very secretive about her ballet. She never allowed the group to come to her performances, a threatening look in her eye when someone so much as brought it up. No one really knew why, but they just knew it was just who Ashlyn was, so they rolled with it and respected her wishes.

But Taylor had an honor. Ashlyn actually invited her to come to one of her performances. It was a show called La Sylphide. Now, Taylor knew nothing about ballet and had never even heard of this show until now, but obviously she came to the dang show. Being given Ashlyn's stamp of approval and her actually inviting you to something like this was big.

And Taylor was awestruck the moment Ashlyn jumped onto the stage.

Her long, orange hair held in a bun, and she wore a long, flowy dress. Taylor's never seen her in a skirt, let alone a dress. It was almost enough to make her want to sink into her seat and die from how pretty she was.

And was she wearing makeup!? Taylor's heart was thudding just from LOOKING at her. She is such a mess.

Taylor had seen Ashlyn do things like stretches or unnatural bending. Never actual, real ballet. It was something else. She didn't dance, she soared. Taylor knew Ashlyn's legs were strong (after all, she had seen her crush things with a single kick), but somehow the dancing was really opening up her eyes to just how unreal Ashlyn's strength was.

She glowed under the spotlight. Taylor could barely understand what was really going on. She was focused on one thing. Ashlyn.

And so, by the time the show was over, she was completely confused. But everyone in the theater stood from their seats and cheered. Taylor jumped up when she realized she had to as well, clapping fast and so hard that her hands became sore.

Everyone shuffled out into the auditorium, but Taylor quickly pushed her way to the front, saying quick "Excuse me!"s, and "Sorry!"s, and "Pardon me!"s.

A couple of the dancers were there, running to their families and friends, hugging them and laughing and smiling.

There was one family, though, that wasn't acting so giddy. The Banners.

Mr. Banner pat Ashlyn on the head, giving her casual praise while Mrs. Banner had her arms crossed, chuckling a little at Ashlyn face, resembling a mildly perturbed cat at the physical contact.

"Ash!" Taylor called out, causing Ashlyn to look up.

"Oh, Tay. Hey," she said, stepping away from her parents.

"Wow, you look even prettier up close! Haha..."

They both paused before Taylor remembered she had a gift! She unslung her backpack off her shoulder, quickly rummaging through it.

"I got these for you, but um.." She pulled out a bouquet that was crushed and wilting and definitely not as pretty as it was before. "Geez, I'm sorry.."

"Tay, it's fine," Ashlyn said reassuringly, taking the bouquet gently. "This is still really nice of you."

Taylor felt like clutching her heart. Ashlyn was so nice!!

"Trooper, we're gonna head to the car," Mr. Banner said, patting her shoulder. "You gonna hang out with your friend or do we need to wait?"

"Oh uh.." she glanced at Taylor. "I'll be at the car soon. Just give me a bit."

Her parents gave them thumbs up before walking out of the building.

"Ashlyn, you were beautiful out there," Taylor said, fidgeting with the strings of her hoodie. "Wow.."

Ashlyn rubbed her arm awkwardly and shrugged. "Really, I'm not that great at it. But, uh.. thanks."

"I think you were the best one out there.."

Ashlyn pauses, hugging the bouquet to her chest. "You really are, just.. too nice."

"Ashlyn?"

Ashlyn hesitates before she.. she smiled. Smiled! Taylor didn't even do anything that was smile worthy!!

"You know why I invited you to my performance..?"

Taylor didn't respond for a moment, her brain still malfunctioning from the smile before she came back to reality.

"N-No, I don't."

"Because you make me feel comfortable. Like, more than the others sometimes do. They all can be annoyingly pushy or put me on this annoying leadership pedestal. But you.. you don't. Except for things like this. Like, talking about how.. pretty I am, or whatever. It's a different kind of pedestal. But it's almost like I don't even have to try.. you still think I'm incredible. It's not like, 'Oh, if this plan doesn't work out, the team isn't going to trust me anymore and resent me.' It's more.. 'Taylor just.. is so unbelievably sweet.."

Taylor clutched her fists, blushing like an idiot.

"That's why I invited you.." Ashlyn continued. "Because I don't feel like I have to try.. I can just unwind and you still respect me."

Ashlyn took a step forward and placed hand on Taylor's shoulder, and Taylor's breath paused. "Ashlyn.."

"Thank you, Taylor. For being yourself."

Taylor furrowed her brow and her lip quivered. Ashlyn tilted her head a little, observing Taylor before shaking her head and leaning foward, placing a small kiss on her temple.

"I-.. Ashlyn!?"

"I, uh.. gotta go. My parents are.. ya." Ashlyn whirled around and Taylor watched her leave, but right before she opened the doors, she yelled out: "Ashlyn Banner! I think you're beautiful!"

Everyone in the auditorium jumped, looking at her, extremely confused. Ashlyn looked the same before snickering and looked down before looking back at her.

"Taylor Hernandez! I think you're incredible!"

Taylor beamed at her and the two waved goodbye as Ashlyn turned to leave.

[winxwiki]

It's not talked enough how Winx owes some elements to Dragon Ball, from the chinese Great Dragon (in a world dominated by western styled dragons) taking from the omnipotent Shenron, Bloom going Super Saiyan multiple times with a gold aura all around her, the mix of magic and futuristic elements in its worldbuilding and cities, with a distinct green tint.

Iginio Straffi has mentioned Dragon Ball multiple times in his interviews as "the anime for boys in the late 90s, taking over stuff for girls". For context, Sailor Moon ended its airing in 1997 in Italy and networks scrambled to find its replacement until 2001 with Ojamajo Doremi and Corrector Yui, in the awakening of Pokemon, Digimon and of course... Dragon Ball.

The original Dragon Ball actually came in Italy in 1989 on private TV network Junior TV, but it wasn't until the 1999 Mediaset redub that it received mainstream success and a VHS release while the TV broadcasting was still ongoing, all the way to GT in 2001, the year the Magica Bloom's scrapped pilot was done, and from there on the anime was reran daily at lunch and dinner timeslots, the ones with the highest viewercounts. We know from concept art that Magica Bloom had a much more classic fantasy style approach with its castles and backgrounds and there's speculation that Bloom wasn't even the fairy of the Dragon Flame, but of the Wind! It's undeniable that between 1999 and 2001, with the retooling after the scrapped pilot, Dragon Ball influenced Winx' final results.

Did you know the original Dragon Ball also had merch aimed at girls? The series always had a varied audience, just like Winx was always meant to be for everyone

Rest in peace Akira Toriyama and thank you for all the memories. Your influence on the world and everything I love cannot be quantified

[readercognito]

A Wicked Spell

Palladium x Reader

I was rather shocked to see two students fly into my infirmary, not walk. Fly. If students were using their Winx on campus, that meant only one thing. Someone was hurt, badly.

Staying calm, I quickly gather my portable medic kit. Holding up a hand to quiet their nervous rambling.

"We don't have time for explanations, just take me to them." I said, urgently.

If someone is seriously hurt I don't have the time to translate flustered teenager babble. They mean well of course, but first year students don't do very well under pressure.

I followed the girls to the courtyard where my blood ran cold upon seeing who the poor soul was. 

Professor Athos Palladium. He looked pale, and was moaning quietly. With a worried Faragonda kneeling beside him. 

I rushed over to his side, using one of my physical diagnosis spells. Nothing, no poison, or any lesions of the body, no deep brushing either. That wasn't good, that meant there was a problem with his magic. Which for an elf, whose magic runs through their own veins just as their blood could be deadly. "This isn't good," I mutter.  

Faragonda and I looked to the two students who were still hovering nearby. 

"Alright girls, help Ms. (L/n) get Professor Palladium to the infirmary! Time is of the essence!" Faragonda commanded.

The girls and I quickly picked Palladium up and carried him to the infirmary. The girls helped me get him on to one of the sterile white beds. A loud groan escapes him as I settle him in. Dismissing the girls back to their classes. Using my strongest magic diagnosis spell I discovered there was a large corruption on his left shoulder. While it hasn't gone too deep yet, if it goes beneath the skin and gets into his bloodstream it could reach his heart and could do one of two things. It would destroy him from the inside out, or he would be transformed into something monstrous.

Acting quickly I take off his shirt, pausing for only a second to whisper an apology that he certainly wouldn't hear. 

There was a blackish-purple, spidery, mark on his left shoulder. It was spreading visibly down his torso and up his neck. This just went from bad to worse, I'm going to need a cleansing ritual, a strong one. I won't be able to do it myself.

"Oh Palladium, what did they do to you?" I whispered, stroking his cheek wistfully. 

After a call to Faragonda, who gathered a few of the other professors and Flora. Even though she was a student she was always a fantastic healer, and her natural affinity for nature based magic would help in this specific case. The ritual was long, and hard. The corruption fought tooth and nail, but we were finally able to confine it and eliminate it from his system.

Unfortunately, due to how far the corruption got in the first place Palladium was too weak to be moved. He would have to rest in the infirmary until his magic regenerates. The professors retired to their beds, naturally the process of cleansing dark magic is exhausting, I was tired myself.

"Is there anything else I can do Ms. (L/n)?" Flora asked, in her sweet gentle way. 

"Oh no Flora, you've done more than enough! Go get some rest, I can handle everything from here sweetie." I said.

Flora floated back to her dorm, I simply smiled and shook my head.

“I swear that girl is from a whole other plane of existence…” I laughed quietly to myself.

I looked down at Palladium, he hadn’t really moved since we finished the cleansing. But the mark on his shoulder was gone, only a faint paleness was still there. He would be in a magically induced healing coma for the next three days, and probably have to remain in the infirmary for at least one week.

My face grew warm at the thought of spending that much time alone with the handsome professor. Shaking that thought out of my head quickly I moved to set up the required monitors. Settling in for a long night of caretaking.

It was only two in the morning when I was woken up by Palladium groaning. I scrambled to check the monitors, but everything was stable. Palladium seemed just as still as before. Until he shifted letting out another groan and what sounded like a whisper, but it wasn't intelligible. So I leaned closer, trying to make out if he was having a nightmare or not. Palladium spoke again after a moment with a furrowed brow.

"Ugh- (Y/n) I- no, no…" He murmured to himself.

So it was a nightmare… And it had something to do with me. I leaned back again, and without thinking much about it. I started to stroke his cheek, tenderly. His brow softened and his frown settled into a gentle smile. A smile I had grown to adore from afar. Then he spoke again this time a little louder and more distinct.

"I think I love you (Y/n)…" 

I halted in my movements, my very thoughts stuttered.

"What?" I ended up whispering to myself. So in a state of shock I was completely numb to Palladium turning to his other side with a contented sigh.

I shook it off sure I was only dreaming, or at least that his whispered confession meant nothing. So I resumed my night watch.

It had been  a week since then. Palladium is wide awake and is finally able to feed himself without aid. He also has grown more talkative, making small talk with me during check ups and food deliveries. Though one morning during his breakfast he asked me something I hoped he wouldn't.

"(Y/n)?" He said. 

I turned to him from the monitor I was checking over.

"Yes, Athos?" I replied. We had long since been on a first name basis. He had requested my first name and to use his fairly recently after he woke up.

"Did I say anything while I was asleep?" He asked, fingering the bed sheet nervously.

I froze for a moment thinking back to that first night…

"A-ah, umm… well. You said that- you said you loved me at one point." I said trying to sound casual, and failing miserably.

Athos went red, stuttering out a simple "o-oh, well… Oh d-dear." 

I scrambled to retrieve the ease that had fled the room.

"Well I'm sure it didn't mean anything. You were deep in a medical coma and fresh off of a dark magic infection! I wasn't bothered by it." I said, lying through my teeth.

Athos didn't brush it off and resume our jovial atmosphere like I thought he would. Instead he looked me directly in the eye. While still a little flushed, he looked more serious than I had seen him in quite some time. 

"But what if it was- it is true?" He said

"What?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"I do love you (Y/n), I'm not quite sure when it happened. But I have been in love with you for quite some time…" He said, looking me directly in the eye.

His sudden confidence seemed to waiver then, and he turned down the bed. Staring intently at the light blue sheets, though if his ears were anything to go by he was hiding a furious blush. One which I’m sure I was mirroring to some extent, judging by the heat of my own cheeks. Then I decided to do something, something I wasn’t very sure of.

I sat down on the chair by his bed, gently taking his burning face in my hands. Turning him towards me I leaned forward and kissed him. 

I felt him stiffen with a bit of shock and a mix of nervousness, then I got a soft but stalwart response.

It was wonderful, honestly I think it was the best kiss of my entire life. His lips were soft, and gentle, sparking a rush of adoration down my spine. I could feel myself smile into the kiss, his hand moved to my cheek. The tender brush sending fireworks across my skin, both taste and smell wrapped around me. Orange with a hint of mint, when we broke apart it was like he had taken a piece with him. So I chased him to get it back, but to my surprise he got to me first. It was fireworks, and gentle caresses all over again. Then we broke away for the final time, panting a bit to get our lungs filled again. I couldn’t help but laugh, I was so incandescently happy.

“So if you didn’t catch my meaning, I love you too Athos..” I giggled with a sigh.

He let out a mirthful chuckle of his own. Then his eyes with a deep affection, and softness touched his forehead to mine and said.

“I’m sure now, more than ever…”

[princess-of-the-corner]

I hope you're still okay with such Anon asks about Chloé, I wasn't quite sure who to ask this because of how divisive of a topic this is now and you seemed to be the right person.

I've been rewatching some 2000s Cartoons I grew up with and it really made me realize how badly Chloé's trope is ruined in Miraculous.

Chloé was the regular local bully bitch character. Ain't nothing groundbreaking here.

She's the likes of Bonnie from Kim Possible, Mizzi and Chimera from Winx Club, Dash and Paulina from Danny Phantom, Pacifica from Gravity Falls, and Brit and Tiff Crust from Teenage Robot

Or, you know, 10 billion other cartoon characters that fit this trope

And yet Chloé very obviously stands out as the one who was incorrectly utilized by her show. Bonnie, Dash & Paulina, and Pacifica for example were never given a pass for being the MC's bullies, but the shows still were confident enough in their writing and main characters that they were allowed to have sympathetic and even heroic scenes. Bc the shows understood that the bully characters were meant as side antagonists and minor inconveniences for the main character in comparison to the actual villains. So developing them positively works very well once their bully actions overstepped their welcome in the big picture.

Bullying is horrible, no shit, but cartoons normally are very much aware that the bully characters have little to no business overshadowing the real villains the way Miraculous insists on doing it.

Even the characters like Mizzi & Chimera or Tiff and Brit Crust, that weren't shown in any more sympathetic light, the shows knew how to properly utilize them. Either by mostly keeping them as minor antagonistic that don't need more focus, or they were only in the story for a limited period of time or specific usages.

Miraculous on the other hand has the main character(s) ignore all the ACTUAL adult villains she should be looking for and taking care of because instead the show made it its job to portray two school bullies as evil incarnated. As if that doesn't reflect increasingly worse on the main characters. Like in Revolution where everybody collectively ignored that Chloé obviously needed POWERS to pull off what she did, but the characters couldn't look past the "she's a bully grrrr 😠" which lead to Paris slowly being imprisoned and physically enslaved in front of the heros' eyes and Hawkmoth almost winning!

The local bully is supposed to be a level 1 antagonist the story and MCs normally grow out of because very clearly there are much bigger fishes to fry. But Miraculous deemed Marinette having been bullied as the biggest injustice and display of suffering in the plot, so naturally our heros end up being nothing but incompetent when it comes to their actual JOBS.

Who cares that Ladybug (with Cat's quiet support) basically victim blamed all of Paris into going on a suicide mission to stop an almost allmighty Monarch for the defeated Ladybug and Cat Noir, because Ladybug just said that they never needed heros in the first place (which, yes Marinette, THEY DID.) Lets ignore that the only reason why Ladybug's words didn't result in a mass slaughter of the vulnerable civilians she was supposed to protect is because GABRIEL made Chloe the weakest Akuma to date and gave her robots nothing but the safest powers. So nothing Marinette had any hand in or even knew of before she as good as attempted to send the civilians into the final battle without any help of Ladynoir...

But I guess its fine bc Marinette was looking at her bully. Of course the innocent civilians had to be hyped up to go on a potential suicide mission to save Ladynoir from Chloe and MONARCH (who should have showed up there literally any second but didn't because Gabriel is stupid for Marinette's sake)

Our main characters were apparently so overwhelmed by Chloé's meanness that needed to be put in place, who could possibly think and acts heroric anymore? 😒

And this entire mess we could have easily avoided if the show just had it done NORMALLY by not forcing Chloe into a role her trope doesn't fucking belong in in the big picture.

Yeah exactly like

In those other examples, even with the bullies staying in an antagonistic role, they're never anywhere near a Main Threat.

Yeah in Season 1 the protagonist is having a hard time with them because hey the protag is /just now/ a Hero and gaining confidence. But my later seasons? The bully is an annoyance ofc but the protag literally does not care they've handled so much worse and the bully only ever becomes a problem when a legit big bad decides to use them against them.

And then yeah letting the bullies be more well-rounded characters even if they don't get a proper 'redemption arc' per say.

Let's take Dash because he's actually the closest example to how Chloé was in Season 1-3: Yes he was a bully and that was bad. The show didn't go too much into his home life, but it did make it clear how much the school enabled him/ignored his actions because he was a football player. Though he was someone Danny was scared of early on, he quickly became something Danny just rolled his eyes at or even fought back. But Dash also very much looked up to the local Hero and saw him as an inspiration(unknowing the Hero was someone he bullied), and had several episodes where he teamed up with Danny(both Phantom /and/ Fenton) to save the day.

And yeah that- that's pretty much how Chloé was! If you didn't want to give her a full Redemption, just keep her in that weird spot!

[magixfairyix]

Mercy

Yes, we're writing a one-shot based on "what if Darcy didn't kill Iorda and she chose peace."

TW: Murder-ish, and blood

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Light filled the corner of Darcy's vision as she stood in front of the portal back to Shadowhaunt, watching Icy and Stormy begin to walk into it. It was where they had been hiding out for the past two months after the Winx had defeated Acheron, and it would be unpleasant if they were discovered.

“Make sure there’s no way she survives,” Icy said plainly before she and Stormy walked through the portal, and then the swirling whiteness disappeared without a trace. 

Darcy watched the space where the portal disappeared before taking a deep breath. She had no qualms about killing Iorda. It was something that had to be done, and something both she and her sisters were glad had finally happened.

After all these years she'd die.

Darcy walked over to Iorda and kneeled next to her, eyeing the wound in her gut and the cut down on her face. Icy had given her both, the latter when she called to call for help, something Iorda wouldn't have been capable of now.

“So,” Darcy started, tilting her head. “Have you finally learned your lesson after all these years?”

Iorda gasped in a breath, tears falling down her face and mixing with the blood. Darcy felt it strange how after all this time that Iorda was just a weak fairy. After all the problems she caused she was still capable of pain.

Of regret, as Darcy saw on the girl's expression.

“I…” Iorda started shakily, shivering and sobbing. “Yes… Just… please don’t… kill… me. Please…”

Darcy laughed to herself, the very idea of that not making sense to her in any way.

“Do you really think I’d let you survive?” Darcy said before tilting Iorda's chin up to look her in the eye. “After everything you’ve done, of how much of a nuisance you've been, what makes you think that I would show any type of mercy to you?”

That wasn't the plan.

"I..." Iorda said weakly, choking on a sob. "I don't want to die..."

Darcy opened her mouth to speak before she felt her stomach churn in sympathy. Deep down she knew this wasn't personal. Iorda was the Fairy of Dark Arts, and Darcy would've felt the same resentment if it was someone else.

Iorda didn't ask for this.

Like Darcy didn't ask for her planet to be cursed at her own hands.

"I know," Darcy said, trying to force the harshness back into her voice. "No one does, do they?"

She could tell Iorda couldn't speak through the pain, and that didn't surprise her. She'd seen the girl go through pain after pain, but she wasn't indestructible.

Just like Darcy wasn't some sort of pinnacle of apathy.

Darcy pursed her lips as she looked down at Iorda, brushing a piece of the girl's hair away from the bleeding cut on her face while still being careful not to touch the likely agonizing wound.

"It was never personal," Darcy began, in a tone that surprised both herself and Iorda based on the slight confusion on the girl's face. "You were a problem; one we had to get rid of."

Darcy was a master at loopholes.

"But still..."

Icy said to make sure Iorda doesn't survive.

Darcy knew Iorda as the fairy who'd ruined their plans.

That Iorda wouldn't survive.

"You don't deserve the life you got," Darcy said, softening her voice as she focused on her psychic enough. It was easy to find where Iorda's memories were, especially with how weak with were.

Darcy rested a glowing hand on Iorda's forehead, one that Iorda tensed at before her eyes closed.

"I didn't either..."

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Three Years Later...

Icy learned not to despise Earth as much as she thought.

For the past four months, she and her sisters had retreated to the magic-less planet after assisting the Winx in defeating Valtor for the second time, trying to keep themselves out of the eyes of those who knew them.

Icy still had no clues of how to free Diamond and her sister, Sapphire.

She also had no clue how to stop herself from freezing the people at the supermarket who were always annoying. That middle-aged woman, who always yelled at the cashiers, and the child who always called Icy a vampire.

Icy shoved the paper towel from the shelf into her bag before looking towards the other end of the aisle. She had to do a double take, because the girl eerily looked like that fairy she and her sisters killed four years earlier.

The girl made eye contact with Icy.

The witch realized, somehow, this was Iorda.

What the fuck did Darcy do?

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Icy had raced back to the apartment she shared with her sisters. She guessed that it was a mystery to even the Winx that their friend was still alive, like how it had been a mystery to Icy that Darcy apparently left Iorda alive.

She slammed open the door, startling Darcy and Stormy. The first was reading on a chair, and Stormy as trying to put together a new runic sequence.

"You didn't kill her?" Icy questioned, closing the door behind her.

Stormy raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two. "Who?"

"Iorda, because she's somehow still alive," Icy said before looking at Darcy who was folding the page of her book she left off on, looking put off and hardly calm. "You said-"

"You said to make sure Iorda doesn't survive," Darcy retorted, leaning back in the chair. "That wasn't Iorda. That's just a girl from Earth who has no idea magic even exists."

Icy had to stop herself from both being proud of Darcy for finding that loophole or tearing her sister's hair out. "You wiped her memories?"

"That I did."

"Do the Winx know?"

"Not that I know of."

"Why?"

Darcy paused at Icy's question before sighing. "Our lives were shit Icy. Your situation with Diamond, mine with Zenothe." She stood up. "Besides magic, that's one thing we had in common with her."

Stormy paused. "I mean, you're not wrong..."

Darcy gestured to Stormy as if to say 'I told you so.'

"Look, I got rid of the issue," Darcy continued to explain. "Iorda was no longer a problem for us, and she won't be an issue even now. She was evidently annoying, yes, but I wasn't going to kill her just because she got drawn into a fate out of her own control."

Darcy knew Icy understood that.

All of them understood that.

Icy sighed. "And you're sure you didn't forget anything."

"No. I got rid of all her memories and knowledge of magic," Darcy reassured. "She's-"

There was a knock at thier door and Icy desperately didn't want to deal with this. Hell, even Darcy didn't want to. Stormy glanced between her two sisters before shrugging and walking towards the door to let the two of them deal with this issue.

Stormy opened the door and her face fell.

Shit.

"You three had better explain why you, one, look like how I described people who've tried to kill me," Iorda said with a glare, a small book—a diary—clenched in her hand. "And two, why the fuck I don't remember how I supposedly have magic according to this."

Stormy froze, hearing Icy and Darcy arguing without knowing who was at the door.

"Um... Icy!" Stormy called warily.

"What?"

"Darcy forgot to question if 'you-know-who' wrote everything down!"

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Might continue this cause yesss.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.38

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

Feeling a little mischievous, I smile and barely move my head above the water again. "Is everything okay?" I shout louder than necessary; the girl flinches a little, but not as much as I would have liked. Before I know it, I feel a pout creeping onto my lips.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," she replies quietly. Even from a distance, I can hear the exhaustion in her voice; something is clearly wrong, and I finally see a chance to return all the favors she had given me.

I dive down and immediately start swimming again. In just a few seconds, I'm close to the lake's edge. Luckily, I hadn't been too far out. As soon as I'm close enough to stand up, I step out of the cold water, drops running down my flawless body, which I'm only too happy to show off.

And Bloom doesn't seem to mind either, which makes me grin silently. Maybe all her help was just an attempt at flirting. But I don't think so. However, it wouldn't be the first time that I don't understand when someone tries to flirt with me.

As I walk closer to Bloom, where my clothes happen to be, I see her flushed cheeks. She laughs loudly and quickly looks away, only for me to reach for my clothes and realize that I'm still wet. I sigh in annoyance; I don't want to walk around with damp clothes.

"One moment, please," I murmur as I let myself fall back. I see her eyes widen as she tries to reach her hand out to me, but the ground swallows me before she can grasp me. Without hesitation, once I'm down here inside the ground, I transform some stones into special dust capable of absorbing vast amounts of water. I move as if I were still in the water until I stand, and the dust finally touches my whole body. When I realize that even my underwear is bone dry, I use the surrounding magic to lift myself back up.

Like a burrowing animal, I quickly lurked out of the ground where I had been standing and looked the same girl straight in the eyes. "Hello," I greet her with a smile. "I heard you're looking for the manager."

At first, she looks confused, if still slightly scared, but as my words sink in, her expression changes, and before I know it, she's giggling. Her honeyed voice makes it even better. I use the moment to get up, stand in front of her again, grab my clothes, and quickly put them back on. She laughs the whole time and almost forces me to join in. It feels contagious, but somehow I can suppress the urge, even though it is painful.

After getting dressed, I wait for her to calm down, but it takes longer than expected, as she's doubled over with laughter. The sight doesn't make it any easier to ignore the urge in my stomach to laugh with her. Honestly, she looks pretty cute with her loud laughter. It made my little joke funnier than it should have been and relieved the tension she brought to this serene place.

All I can do is stand there, purse my lips, and shake my head. Before my smile can break into laughter, I turn away from her and look down at the lake's water reflecting the moon. For a second, I think I see a building deep inside, far away from where we are, but the next moment, when I try to focus on it, it has disappeared as if it had never been there. And yet, I know I saw it. I am sure.

But suddenly, my body tenses, alarmed in fear. I move my head slightly to the side and turn back to Bloom. Her magic, although locked behind a seal, is still leaking out. The seal wasn't perfect and is crumbling, which would explain why she can't use it, but why can I feel it? Whoever sealed her magic, or rather whatever hides inside, either had no idea what they were doing or didn't have enough time to complete it.

But the seal seems strangely familiar, almost like a coat of arms I'd seen before. I'm sure it wasn't in the Book of Nobles of my homeworld, and none of those books depicted flames or dragons. Could it be about a war? Most historians add the coats of arms of the people who fought when they recount the battle. But I read about hundreds of battles in my childhood.

"Where did you come from?" I suddenly hear myself asking. My question was followed by silence; her infectious laughter died instantly. Listening to this silent moment, which weighs me down like the heft of the world on my shoulders, forces me to look at her fully. Her eyes, which were once sparkling with life and happiness, have become dull and empty; her hands are shaking, and tears are threatening to fall like rain.

Shocked by her sudden outburst of emotion, I try to calm her down, but I don't even need to, as she remains strong, clears her throat, and wipes away the tears threatening to fall. A somber tone hangs over us as she turns away from me and looks at the lake.

"I followed a whisper here," she says suddenly, reaching for her right arm with her left hand to pull it closer to her middle. "I couldn't sleep; it was so insistent. Then I saw flames, a woman shimmering in gold, and a red dragon" - she paused, the memories clearly frightening her. "The dragon came towards me, opened its mouth, and swallowed me. Engulfed in flames, I suddenly woke up, bathed in cold sweat. I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep, but the whisper I heard in my dreams followed me and brought me here."

As I listened to her story, I quickly realized that she wanted to avoid the subject of her origins. Perhaps it is too painful for her to talk about. Although I don't want to, I let it go for now and hope we can return to it when she feels more comfortable.

"Sometimes I wonder if this is right for me or if I should even be here." Her voice broke, making her painful thoughts all the more clear.

But at least I can take away this one worry. I had to smile at the absurdity of her fears, as she is supposed to be one of the strongest fairies, remembering that I couldn't but laugh. I see the shock on her face through half-open eyes, but I can't hold back anymore. Her worries were just too cute. I couldn't stop laughing for a while, but when I saw her pout and turn away, presumably to walk away, I held my breath. Before she can get too far, I quickly go after her, grab her by the shoulders, and pull her back.

I try to apologize, but my laughter returns as I open my mouth. It feels uncontrollable. How could she never feel the immense magical power that lies within her? I wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes, but I still giggle a little, but somehow I get it under control again.

I apologize again, but she doesn't seem to accept it. Instead, I offer her something she certainly can't refuse. "How about I show you your magic?" My face is close to her side, and as I whisper these words, a visible shiver runs down her spine. She quickly pricks up her ears; she turns her head slightly, no longer sulking but uncertain. Hope in her eyes, or perhaps a desire for meaning?

Just as she agrees, my hands tighten on her shoulders. I warn her that it might be uncomfortable, maybe even painful, and try to press on the vertices of her magical skeleton to start the flow through her shoulders, but no matter how much pressure I apply or how much magic I pour into it, nothing happens.

This quickly sends me into an unprecedented rage. After all, this should be a relatively simple task. But suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, I can feel something as I rub my thumbs in the opposite direction of the blocked connection in her right shoulder. I focus only on this point, trying to feel even the tiniest bit of her magical lines, but I am suddenly torn from my concentration when I hear a certain sound.

Shocked, my hands fly away from her as my vision returns to normal. The red-haired girl is slumped slightly, her cheeks red, either from embarrassment at the noise she just made or perhaps something else? However, she doesn't dare look at me, so I assume she's embarrassed.

I smile at her kindly and assure her that this is normal. After a brief pause, I ask her if she can feel the flow through her shoulder and down to her upper arm. Although she doesn't answer with words, she makes a half-agreeing sound. Now, a step away from her, I have to admit that I need skin contact to help her, but it feels quite intrusive, almost like I would confess to the world that the rumors of me being a pervert were true all along. On the other hand, there was no other way, at least not in the current state of her magical skeleton. I don't know who did it, but her magic was sealed, probably at birth. She must have lived somewhere where she had no connection to any form of magic, as her nodes and magical lines are underdeveloped and so thin that if I put too much magic into them, they would explode, risking her life.

As I ponder what to do, I feel a pair of eyes boring into me. Looking up, I stare straight into the blue-green eyes of the red-haired beauty I'm trying to help. She looks flustered but still barely manages to maintain eye contact.

"Is something wrong?" Although she seems strong and determined, her voice is shaky, almost as if she is close to tears. It somehow hurts me. 

Still smiling, I tell her the truth about the danger her body is in and what could happen if she suddenly uses magic in this state after breaking the seal on her magical core. Although I try to explain it to her as simply as possible, the questioning sparkle in her eyes gives me the irritating feeling that she cannot follow my words. Sighing heavily, I massage the bridge of my nose, hoping to relieve some of my exasperation.

"First, I must open all your nodes in your shoulders, elbows, palms, near your heart, and around the center of your stomach. Since your magical core has no form, this is where your magic will gather." I try to explain it to her, but it's painfully obvious that she still doesn't understand much. "I won't go any deeper, though. Someone else will have to open your nodes in your legs, and somewhere, a man should never touch a woman he's not in love with."

She listens to me quietly. However, after finishing my explanation, I see her face turning the same color as her hair. She seems at least as uncomfortable with the situation as I am. Although she is clearly embarrassed, she still asks me to do it if I can. Fiddling with my fingers, I tell her I would be reluctant to do that because it would require her to remove her clothes. At this comment, her eyes widen, and for a moment, I think I see the same thoughts the other fairies have about me. But after staring eerily into my eyes for a few seconds, she takes off her top without saying another word. Shocked, I turn away just in time, and, in a voice I never want to think about again, I scream at her, asking her what the fuck she thinks she's doing.

“I trust you,” she suddenly says, freezing me in place.

Did...did she just tell me she trusts me? Me? Before I know it, something warm runs down my cheeks. But I quickly realize I'm crying and quietly wipe away the hidden tears. This was not the time or place for such feelings. So, I conjure a stone table to hopefully distract my thoughts and attention from my tears (although Bloom probably didn't even notice them). Since this will undoubtedly take a while, I decide to let her lay down, which at the same time also protects her modesty a little.

When I turn around again or dare a look, I see with great relief that she is already lying on her stomach. Her shirt and jacket are on the sides, hiding her fairly ample chest.

"You may think of this as a massage, but please do not move a single muscle. This is a delicate matter! Even if one thing goes wrong, the balance in your body could be disrupted, and you would no longer be able to use certain types of magic or any magic at all."

Once she tells me she understands everything, I get to work. I start with her right arm (since I already fixed her shoulder there). I wait until she turns her head forward, and once she stops looking at me, I can use something I always have to hide.

I close my eyes and feel a brief, sharp pain in them before I open them again. Glancing into the lake behind me, I see the gifts of our Leviathan. Two lizard-like eyes, one pupil black and the other red, but both irises and the normally white areas are turquoise, the color of pure, unadulterated mana. Looking her body up and down, my throat tightens. Never in my life have I seen such a bad case of mana loss. How this girl is still alive should be investigated. 

Utilizing only a tiny amount of magic, I trace her arm from the shoulder. Her body reacts immediately to the flowing mana; her magical lines light up. My left eye shows me every line, almost like the vein and nerve network in one body, only that many of her magical veins are torn by a long time without magic. It's truly tragic. It will probably take years for her to recover, even if she can use the Leviathan heart that resides within her. The thought of taking it from her hands flashes through my mind for a second. It would make my task much easier, but how could I break her trust? I may have more blood on my hands than a conqueror, but I'm still not a monster.

I pull myself together and painstakingly heal the line in her upper arm down to the next knot in her elbow. As I massage the area, I notice that the node is about to explode and shatter everything in her arm.

I don't have much time. As I press my left hand to the table, all I can think of are stone shackles above and below her elbow. She squeals in alarm, but I quickly calm her down and order her to stay still. "I'm sorry, but this will hurt a lot!"

Without letting her resist, I summon a few extremely thin stone needles, smooth as refined metal. I carefully hover them above her elbow at twelve key points. Once they are all in place, I forcefully thrust them into her at the same time. The magic used fills her knot. But what followed will haunt me forever; her screams made old, forgotten scars pulse once more. All I want is to pull them back out, but if I did that, her arm would be useless forever. If the knot breaks, it can be repaired with a lot of time and help, but if it bursts, there is no chance she will ever be able to use the limb again.

For a minute, all I could do is stand there, waiting and hoping the mana wouldn't turn orange or red. But as the minute passes and nothing happens, I sigh with relief and return to her arm. I move along her forearm and tend to the damage there, doing it faster than before to overburden her body. When I finally reach her hand, the node there is somehow intact and fully undamaged, although the veins at her fingertips are missing, almost as if she had been in regular contact with magic.

Even after I finish with her right arm, I still don't remove the needles. I quickly move to her left side, where I see her face again. Her eyes are red and swollen, while her face itself is pale. Despite everything, there is no time for further apology. I repair her left shoulder with simple movements and a swirl of magic as quickly as possible.

Under pressure, as I run down her left upper arm, my heart nearly jumps into my throat as I accidentally damage an intact part of her mana vein. Thankfully, Bloom doesn't react, which gives me enough time to make up for my mistake.

“How many times have you done this?”

Her question throws me off a little, but talking a little wouldn't hurt. "Never. I only read about it, as it's a rare phenomenon that hasn't appeared in the magical dimension for hundreds of generations." Of course, that's not the truth. I despise most literature unless it's battle logs or war stories, but I couldn't tell her I dreamt about it either. Her diversionary tactic gives me enough time to repair her lines to her elbow, which is at its limit, just like the other side.

Warning her again, I insert another dozen needles into her body, effectively preventing any ill effects from her damaged elbow node.

“Then how can you be sure it works?” she asks in a suppressed voice, probably from pain.

Not even fully registering her question, I answer mindlessly. "Nagilisk, my main Leviathan, gave me a gift at birth, the magical seeing eye. Thanks to it, no mage can ever defeat me because when I use it, I can see the flow of mana."

“What about your other eye?”

"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure either. It's a newly acquired skill as a reward for faithfully serving my Leviathan," I answer quickly, only to stop treating her forearm a second later as I realize what just happened. I feel slightly dizzy, and my heart stops. Lowering my gaze, I see Bloom's curious eyes. "Promise me this will stay between us," I plead quietly.

She stares at me, her expression more questioning than before. But even if she asked, I would not answer any more questions, as this could cause great trouble for me and my people, especially if Stella or Sky find out about it. They are followers of the Star Leviathans, who began hunting the followers of my world's main Leviathan long ago. The first star is the Phoenix, the Leviathan of the sun and stars, while the second is the Golden Lion, the Leviathan of the moon.

"What are you so afraid of?"

For a moment, I'm stunned, not sure what she could be talking about. It's not until I look down at my hand and see it shaking that I understand her comment. But should I tell her? She obviously doesn't seem to know anything. Even though it's odd, I don't think she's a spy put into place by Stella. For a good minute, I consider lying to her face, only to remember the words of trust uttered earlier. With a heavy sigh, I close my eyes, finish her arm, and move to her back to finally reconnect the upper parts of her magical skeleton to her heart and magical core.

As I work in silence, I try to forget her question, but I can't. "That they're hunting us again," I mutter in pain. Bloom doesn't seem to have heard, which relieves me of further stress. As I work for another minute, she suddenly looks at me over her shoulder, her eyebrow raised suspiciously. "Before you ask, no, we've never done anything wrong. It's a long and painful story, but in short, we fairies believe in leviathans, something like gods who are so old that they lived before the world our ancestors were born into even went through its second cycle, leftovers from the Age of the Old Ones when beasts ruled the universe. Twelve beasts gave our first empress and emperor the power to form this pocket dimension we find ourselves in, within another pocket dimension that is much smaller than this one, when our empress feared for the survival of our race."

Interested, Bloom never broke eye contact, obviously engrossed in our story. However, I do not know everything, only what the elders told me when they raised me to be the next king—things that a ruler should know, especially in my position. Using the moment of silence, I reconnect her magical lines to her heart. When I take a breather afterward, as it is a strenuous process, I look back at Bloom, who is still lost in thought. Feeling the calmness in the air, I go back to work to reconnect the lines from her heart to the main core and the lines from her shoulders directly to the main core. As I make the final corrections to all four at once, I wait, hoping Bloom won't suddenly scream in immeasurable pain.

After finishing everything, I sit down next to her and wait patiently. "The faith of us fairies is called the Eternal Circle, which alludes to our eternal life and hopes that our faith and race will live forever. But this is all a lie. The twelve Leviathans that were praised and followed had nothing to do with the creation of this place"- I pause, sliding my hand through the air and letting the meaning of my words sink in -"The twelve Leviathans represent the core values of their part of the faith as gods. For example, the home planet of the Phoenix is Solaria, Stella's homeworld; it represents beauty and is the goddess of love. In contrast, Eraklyon is the homeworld of the golden lion, which represents bravery and is the god of war. They waged a war against us long ago because we praised a thirteenth Leviathan, the representative of knowledge and the god of time and space. He created this space to protect us. But the other twelve cast him into the darkness when he was finished. He accepted it with dignity and confined himself to my homeworld, but when the others found out he was building his part of our shared faith, they were dissatisfied and started a war. No one won, but our world was devastated. To stop the bloodshed, our Levithan sealed himself, with the keys being the hearts of the other Leviathans."

When I finished speaking, I felt an awkward silence fall over us. It's almost as if my words had hurt her personally. Bloom doesn't seem to want to talk about it further, and since nothing negative happened to her magical skeleton, I take that as a good sign. So I return to her back and place both hands on her lower end. All the while, I'm preparing to explain to the others how I accidentally killed her.

"If you feel a burning pain, tell me immediately, and please don't scream, as if any major muscle movement could endanger you, understood?" When I see her nod, I immediately get to work. After all, it's getting late now, and even I have to sleep sometimes.

I press my hands deeper into her. As I massage her, I let my mana flow through my body, cleansing it of my inner magic as best I can until it is pure enough not to harm Bloom's mana veins, as our magic lies at different points on the scale.

Finally filling her core with magic, I can feel the seal tremble. Although that shouldn't be possible right now, I channel my mana further upward so as not to endanger her. Her seal must be broken in a controlled environment because if it breaks on its own, it would greatly injure her and everyone around her as the magic has built up underneath. So, I use only a tiny portion of her upper magical core and let my mana flow further into her lines. Without hesitation, I see how endless veins form throughout her body, supplying every cell with magic, almost like the roots of a tree. Never before have I seen something so beautiful with my own eyes.

Slowly, her main lines fill with almost pure mana. It takes a bit of time to reach the shoulder before it inevitably fills up, so it flows into her arms, where my heart starts to beat harder again. Holding my breath, I wait for it to reach her elbows. When I hear a sharp breath intake, I immediately stop and search for Bloom's face.

“Keep going!” she presses through clenched teeth, visibly overwhelmed.

Though reluctant, I do as she asks, not taking my eyes off her elbow knots. As it fills, I can clearly see it turning reddish. Fearing for her life, I'm about to stop again, but the mana clears again, turning cleanly turquoise as if her body is cleansing itself. Since her magical core is sealed, that should be impossible.

"I found a snake!" The voice echoes in my head. I quickly take my hands off Bloom's back just as her palms fill with mana, and her entire upper body begins to glow. But the sight is quickly replaced by the fear that races through my body as I see the red dragon emerge from Bloom's body. Contrary to what I thought, there is a rather obvious smugness in his playful eyes. Instead of speaking to me again, he grins at me and disappears back into Bloom.

As soon as the dragon disappears, I fall to the ground, my breath caught in my throat and my heart beating faster than it should, so fast that it feels like it isn't beating at all.

I can only sit there, trying to get my bearings again. Did I really just see a dragon? One of the strongest among the divine twelve? And was he just teasing me? But why?

"Is everything okay?" Bloom's soft, exhausted voice calls to me. I want to stay on the ground, afraid the dragon will come out again and maybe attack, but I know I can't.

With both hands placed on the floor, I force myself up. I'm feeling just as exhausted as Bloom sounded. Standing, I touch the stone table. Suddenly, the shackles disappeared, and the needles vanished with just a small movement of my hand. I replaced them with Mother Earth. I can almost hear Bloom wailing. "It's for healing," I tell her quietly. "It will get hard when you're in bed and will break when you're healed. Before you worry, the dirt will come back here when it breaks and won't dirty your bedsheet." My words instantly silence Bloom.

I help her sit up and immediately turn back around, waiting for her to get dressed, but her desperate noises force me to check. To my horror, she can't use her arms yet, which is understandable considering this is the first time mana has flowed through her. It must feel like she's been hit by a boulder. So, I swallow any future consequences. I walk around, not even looking down at her but keeping my eyes on her face and helping her get dressed like my servants had done when I was younger. She quietly thanks me, only for me to help her stand up. Before I know it, her legs give out. Quite annoyed at this point, I put her back on the table, turn around one last time, and order her to hold on to me. I put my hands under her legs and lift her onto my back. Thankfully, she's light as a feather.

Just a few steps away from the table, I let it disappear into the ground again. As soon as she is safely on my back, I make our way back to the school building under the silver shine of the full moon.

[Masterlist]

[simpforchuchu]

Hiiii! How are you? Can I get something where a female reader isn't usually quick to anger, but when she does, she flies into a blind rage and has to be physically held back until she gets tired? Thank you!

Yasushi x reader | Blind Rage Hcs

a/n: Hi! It’s been a while, sorry 🙏🏻Not sure about if this is what you want but I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: fights,injuries,violence

* We know that Oya high school has many problematic students.

* Having a female student in school will throw the school into enough chaos. The boys had a hard time getting used to having a girl around them. And now they will see that that girl can't hold back herself in fights.

* The fight with Housen will probably be the first time they see her like this. Isn't this pretty normal considering Yasushi was seriously injured?

* Y/n will definitely have a hard time staying calm when she sees his bandaged head. She will go crazy when she hears that Shidaken injured his head again by hitting the car and Yasushi screams in pain.

* Shidaken will find himself on the ground before he can even see where the attack is coming from.

* But her friends will be very worried when they see that y/n doesn’t hear anyone around her and is fighting recklessly.

* When she doesn't stop despite being called over and over again, Yasushi will hold her tightly and won't let go no matter how hard she struggles.

* When she gets tired, she will stop struggling and try to breathe calmly.

* This was the first time Yasushi had seen her like this, once he was completely sure that she had calmed down and the fight was over, he would take her away.

* I can't say that he wasn't a little scared of this incident. He's worried about her bragging and fighting like that because he's afraid she’ll cross the line.

* That's why he watches her out of the corner of his eye in every fight…

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna @star2fishmeg

[queenendless]

My Hallow Fairy✨️

A/n: Short piece. Sorry if it seems like it wasn't done with enough effort. But I genuinely wanted to get something out for this week cause next week is the last time. Cause Halloween is gonna be big. If ya know, ya know. But I at least am glad I got something of Winx on here.

Ault!Bloom x Adult!Fem!Reader.

Short AU piece. Hurt/comfort, romance, fuff, and implied suggestive stuff. Just pure self indulgence cause she's my favorite fairy. I prefer the 4kids dub. Especially for Bloom's VA; perfection. So there.

"He's the biggest fool of them all to not appreciate the energetic, sweet, creative, beautifu angel that you are —!"

The moment those words left your lips, your confession became ingrained into the mind of the princess of Domino before she flung herself into your arms, smiling smittenly as she kissed you into a blushing humming mess.

The time spent being there by her side to help her cope through the messy breakup with that blond dunce of a royal ex were filled with tears, tissues, and tugs of the heartstrings. Never date a guy that lies about being engaged to another yet still taking you out amiss it. Besides spending time with the rest of the Winx Club, you used the time together to do anything and everything to help Bloom get through it all.

And in the midst of all that, your harbored feelings for your childhood friend turned crush only grew in the time you reconnected and renewed your old relationship. And of course, that relationship blossomed into a most intimate kind.

Fast forward to the Halloween party you were hosting — cause let's be real throwing one for your favorite holiday in this scenario would happen —

"Well what do you think?"

Turning around, your red cheeked gaping expression of yours made the Winx Club giggle. For your mesmerized The two heart marks on her cheek. The pink and blue highlights in her pigtailed hair. The gothic fairy before you brought you to awareness from those twinkling blue eyes.

"Beguiling."

"Careful~ I might just put a spell on you~" That coy grin of hers just made you want to smooch it away. And you did.

"You already have~ For a long time now~"

Hugging her waist, you and your special HalloWinx held hands and spun in glittery bliss, lost in each other’s gazes.

The floating lite jack o lanterns mingling with the girls pixies invisible to regulars eyes aside from the Winx and you.

The costumed dancing pairs twirling about the skeletons and knights lining the walls to the beat of the spooky themed, booming music

The spooky castle setting for a lively party is a match made in chaotic fun.

The girls danced amongst themselves, with other costumed kindred souls, and even dragging you two into their chaos.

Watching these Hallowinx doing the Pumpkin Boogie as the multicolored strobe lights made them pop out more than ever amongst your partying attendees.

Combine that rushing heated sensation with some fizzy drinks and you two can't keep your hands off each other.

The late night came rushing in like a white hot wave as you two dove into an unoccupied room, lost in kisses and sighs. Brushing those red locks off her bare shoulder, your fingers caressing her velvety smooth skin, stripping off her form fitting costume in a steamy rushed manner. And she gave you the same treatment; just as impatient and tempted.

Your lovestruck gazes stayed on each other the whole time. Letting the full moon gaze upon your pairing as you were lost in endearing pleasure. To worship and cherish your fiery angel.

The party ran on for the whole night, ending in the drawls of the sunrise. The castle would be filled with stragglers waking up from the highs of partying.

For you? It was the start of the new month. And the start of a breathtaking morning as you woke up in each other's arms. Nuzzling her giggling face as you breathed in her cozy scent.

"Never let go." Bloom whispered.

"I won't. Not you, love. Never." Your heated promised sealed in with a kiss.

[smittenbyvillains]

Fallen From Earth 3

Warnings: normal dark stuff

Valtor sat in the headmaster's chair at cloud tower. You were different, the best different. He was more interested as he thought about you. Your wings were never normal. You seemed just as shocked when they appeared. Maybe he could help you learn and he would know everything he needed to. He was serious when he said you will come with him soon. He was going to trust the Trix to grab you as he distracted the Winx. But all in due time.

You sighed quietly and looked at the clock. You were supposed to get some extra training in the training simulator to work on your abilities. Palladium was going to be the one to do it and watch over you carefully. He wasn't like the show had always put him to be. He was serious, kind, strong, and just more handsome. But who could blame you for thinking this?

Once the class ended you headed to the training simulator and waited at the door for him. You were wondering what was taking him so long. Usually, this never happened. You saw Faragonda coming your way looking panicked.

"We need to get you to safety he is here." She said and you nodded gulping. She started to lead you out of the area. Something started to feel off. It wasn't the good kind either. You looked at her carefully before stepping away.

"You aren't headmaster Faragonda." You spoke and then tried to transform but couldn't. She started to laugh and then changed into Icy.

"Aren't you smart?" She smirked. Darcy and Stormy then surrounded you. You looked at them all panicked. They started to say a spell over and over. You felt weak feeling their spell transfer to you. You fell to your knees weak. You passed out soon enough but before then you heard voices. They were here to save a weak fairy like you.

The Winx had made it to the scene but Valtor appeared blocking them from seeing you. He only smirked.

"To slow." He said and pushed them back with his magic. They each hit a pillar or wall. Bloom quickly got back up standing.

"You won't have her Valtor!" She said.

"You're dragon flame will not hurt me." He chuckled. He walked over to where you were. "Trix deal with them. Make sure they don't follow." He ordered as he picked your sleeping form up bridal style. You muttered help me but no one seem to hear. He opened a portal and left with you. Laying you on the bed and placing his mark on you. You were not going to leave. He would make sure of it. He locked the door after leaving and went to the library. He grabbed the book about you.

The Trix were done messing with the Winx girls and left. Bloom and the girls went to Faragonda to tell them what happened.

"Valtor took her," Stella said.

"I think he was trying to distract us while the Trix did his work," Bloom added. "It just makes sense."

"Why would he want her?" Musa asked. Techna was looking up keywords and then frowned.

"The Guardian for the Fairy Angels were enemies with Valtor and his crew. After one of the battles fighting against him she had gotten hurt badly that no one knows what happened but assumed she got destroyed but had no evidence." Techna summarized. Faragonda just stood there.

"That is what we thought. Valtor was always obsessed with the Guardian. She was the opposite of him. Seems her magic must have taken her somewhere safe. Most likely had done something with her age." Faragonda said.

"You knew her?" Bloom asked and Faragonda just nodded.

"How come no one else knew about her?" Flora asked.

"I and my friends kept her a secret. She had many enemies and it was best at the time." Faragonda spoke. "We will have to get her back but you girls will be staying here for the time being." She said sternly. "You don't have your exchantix yet for you all to fight."

[darkpoisonouslove]

3, 6, 19 and 21 for Valtor and 2, 4 and 25 for Daphne from the character ask game? 🙏

Thanks for the questions!

Valtor:

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

How overpowered he is. This is literally the crux of pretty much every issue with him. I'm going to take them one at a time.

First off, it is ridiculously easy for him to just get what he wants. He barely encounters any obstacles at all, especially when the Winx aren't there to fight him. This creates inconsistencies with the backstory. If it is this easy for him to steal magic and he's so powerful, it is hardly believable that he wasn't doing this before he was imprisoned or that if he was doing it, the Company were able to limit the damage he'd do (especially since the leftover Company members seem so powerless against him in the present when they should be even stronger as fighters after the 17 years they've had to acquire wisdom, experience and to develop their magical abilities further; make it make sense!). And not just that. The idea that he can just waltz into both CT and Alfea, take over the first and dispose of the head of the latter, not to mention what he did on every other world he set foot on, erases any kind of stakes from the story. It implies that he cannot be stopped by the authorities. So why is he hiding then instead of taking over the world since nothing has given us the indication that there is a force that could stop him? Leaving that issue aside, he just succeeds too easily, which makes everyone else look like weak, incompetent morons and doesn't help him either. Most of the places he robs of their magic were hardly protected at all when making him struggle a little but still succeed and outsmart his enemies would have done much more to highlight his power and cunning. They just go about building him up as a threat in the wrong way.

Secondly, he starts to unravel so badly from 3x18 onwards. The minute they introduced the Agador Box, it was game over for him and his credibility as a villain. This might seem to go against the idea that he's overpowered as the Box seemed to be a plot device demonstrating that he, too, is limited. But the truth is that nothing they'd shown before has given us any indication that power could ever become too much for him. The Box doesn't make sense when his goal was always to collect power and he himself never gave any indication that he was getting overloaded in order to foreshadow his need for it. The truth is that they needed a way for Winx to defeat him after they went overboard with his abilities and the Box was pretty much it. All his spells go in, then with the help of some fairy dust all his spells go out. Boom! Problem solved. By a cheap plot to get rid of the virtually invincible villain they created. If they'd set some limits from the start, this literally never would have been an issue. I'd actually argue that it makes way more sense for him to come with preexisting limits installed by the Ancestral Witches. After all, they wouldn't want their creation somehow amassing enough power to overthrow them and possibly kill them. It would have given him something to overcome and been a much more organic way to keep him at a power level that wouldn't require them to turn him into a pathetic wet cat for the Winx to be able to defeat him.

And lastly, I think his invulnerability contributes the most to people misinterpreting him. I have seen Valtor stans swearing up and down that he is composure personified and so in control of himself, which just... isn't true. Valtor is calm and collected for the majority of the season not because that is who he is as a character but because there is nothing that can oppose him and truly stand in his way. Think about any instance when something doesn't go like he wants it to, be it mind-controlled Ediltrude and Zarathustra telling him Griffin is trying to escape in 3x11, the Winx and their teachers failing his plan to kill Bloom in 3x14 or the Trix laughing at him in 3x25. His instant reaction is violent anger (less so in 3x11 but super evident in both of the other examples). Really, his composure is proportionally tied to his excessive power that no one else can challenge. And in those last episodes when it becomes clear his power is not going to be enough, he's not unraveled completely yet because he's exploiting everyone else's emotional weaknesses such as siccing the Trix on Bloom in 3x22 under guise of letting them fix their mistake from 3x20 and lying to Bloom he's absorbed her parents into his body in 3x23 to save his skin. He still believes that he can win because he's holding the better hand but once his spells are scattered in 3x25 and he loses the Trix as his minions, he goes completely off the rails. That is to say that his power is a crutch and limiting it from the start could have afforded more opportunities to explore his character, make him more interesting and compelling if he has to struggle and isn't allowed to keep his composure this much.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Being obsessed with Griffin

Too many things for comfort. Definitely the pride that easily crosses into arrogance. Recently someone told me that they've noticed I can act quite arrogant and I was like "We know but hey!" I'm pretty sure that it's not in the grand proportions in which it is with Valtor though so... at least I have that going for me. 😅

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

Well, that's easy. I HATE what they did with him and the Trix. Okay, he wants to keep them under his thumb by making them bicker with each other but a) that shouldn't have worked after the previous season and what happened with Darkar and b) why would he feel the need to manipulate them when it's never indicated that they can be a threat to him? I am a firm believer that they should have leaned way more into the fact that the Trix are descendants of the Ancestral Witches. They could have mostly kept his strategy of divide and conquer but with the added bonus that he is implied to be mega uncomfortable in the Trix' presence because of how much they remind him of the Ancestral Witches. That would have done wonders for his character and saved that particular subplot. His discomfort with the Trix would perfectly foreshadow his confrontation with the Ancestral Witches in 3x26 and could give us context of why Valtor is amassing so much magic (to ensure he'll never be under his mothers' thumb again). It'd give more depth to his character and make him feel more real when there is a negative situation he's desperate to avoid.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

My favorite thing is to have him be wrong about something/have someone else (usually Griffin) get the upper hand on him, lol. I think you can easily infer why from all my ranting in the first question so I'm not going to rehash that whole thing again here. I'll just add that it's really satisfying to watch someone wipe his smug look off his face. 10/10 would recommend at every possible opportunity. (Quick note: the way his defeat was handled on the show wasn't even cathartic because they had already torn him down so much since 3x18 through the script itself that Winx didn't really get to crush him in a satisfying way, especially considering how personal he made things for them during the season.)

I don't like having to write his speech patterns because I am always second guessing whether he sounds the way he's supposed to. He does have a more formal way of speaking and I have to remind myself of that constantly. It's a struggle to keep his dialogue in character and I am not a fan of that. But like everything, it gets easier the more you practice it.

Daphne:

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That's so tough considering how badly canon treats her. I'm still unclear on whether her being the previous Keeper of the Dragon Fire is just one dub's version or canon all around. While to me that's always been canon, I'm gonna be very controversial with my unpopular opinion - my favorite thing about her is that she was resurrected. Yes, season 6 could have hardly treated her worse and yes, they probably brought her back for Bloom's sake, not her own but I am happy regardless because it pisses people off Daphne deserves to be more than just the ghost that died for Bloom's sake. Her season 6 storyline may suck but it is the first time that the show has treated her as her own character rather than as a prop for Bloom's story and I support that idea. I really wish people would think about that instead of insisting that Daphne stay dead just because the show dropped the ball with the execution of her revival.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Oh, ouchie, that's a tough question. It may be because of my long-standing obsession that's currently been kicked into motion again but the first thing that popped into my head was The Hunger Games. There is just a great similarity between Daphne and Katniss both going above and beyond to protect their little sisters. And thinking about this a little more in-depth, that would actually do Daphne a very big favor because it will allow her story and feelings to be explored like they never were on the show. If she were the main character just like Katniss is, she doesn't have to be sidelined for the sake of focusing on Bloom. Daphne will be the center of the story which will allow us to witness her journey and more of her character. She would still be defined by her sacrifice for Bloom (so her character won't be warped beyond recognition) but she won't have to be contained and limited by it. She can have her own story and be the main player in it, have her trauma explored because that is one of the central things The Hunger Games focuses on.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Oh, it's impossible to remember what my first impression was because it's been about 20 years since then. But I am positive that I always loved Daphne! However, now I am able to appreciate the nuances to her character and all the potential that she has. She's definitely one of my faves and deserved so much better!

[alvivaarts]

oi i’m like two weeks late but 6 from the artist ask game??????

Ay no worries you're the first person who's asked anything from it! (insert confetti here).

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

Tbh I focus on a lot of theoretical biology for my mer stuff, for those I'd have to say either the 'ology' books and/or the Spiderwick Chronicles. I just love to break down the creatures in a practical or scientific way, but add into it like. More based in reality biology and anatomy and stuff.

Above are some of my favorite 'ology' books, and below are some of my favorite Spiderwick monsters! (Not to mention, the entirety of the SCP wiki. I live there some nights)

Oh yeah, and not to mention I also loved the How to Train Your Dragon and Neverland Fairies books as a kid.

Otherwise, I really enjoy werewolf movies. Like super really enjoy werewolf movies, my personal fav being An American Werewolf in London. I've found myself writing a lot of essays about the psychoanalysis of lycanthropy and werewolf transformation in film, as well as trying to subvert traditional lycanthropic themes in my academic art. But! I will always love werewolves. Here's a link to my favorite part of the movie, the transformation! (Warning for nudity (David Naughton's butt) and a lot of screaming and agony and some AWESOME practical effects. No CGI here!)

Second to last, I super love tarot symbolism such as seen in Dragon Age Inquisition. I used to run an Etsy (before I realized Etsy was stealing 2k a month from me) where I made custom handpainted tarot decks, my pride and joy being my Attack on Titan deck, though I had plans to expand to other fandoms including Critical Role, my own take on the Dragon Age tarot, SCP, etc. And a lot of others people requested.

Finally, I grew up non-denominational (and still am), so I find religious symbolism to be really prevalent, especially in my more recent works. Such as but not limited to sacrifice, lambs, the innocent, community, undeath, etc etc. Probably because of the severe lack of genuinely beautiful places to worship in my home country. Tbh, that's probably why I always end up playing an aasimar bard or monk in D&D.

I think those would be my subconscious inspirations, at least those that I could think of after sitting here for a bit. Other than that, I love dark fantasy and medieval style fantasy games like D&D, Dragon Age, and so forth. And media like the X-Men, Stranger Things, Lord of the Rings, Ghibli films, and a handful of anime that I find really fun! (FALIN ART INCOMING hOLY SHI-) Other than that I really aspire to reach the lever of artwork of Alphonse Mucha and traditional early renaissance artists like the classic greats. Aka the namesakes of the Ninja Turtles. I know I won't ever get there, but it's still very fun to try and emulate!

(Funnily enough I was never allowed to watch stuff like H2O, Winx Club, or much else along those veins) Sorry for the long ass answer, but this's been a fun exercise to figure out some stuff and to share!

Here's the Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game for anyone else who wants to join the fun!

[gaaralover55]

I rewatched Winx Club season 4 again. And I thought back on a old conversation I had and a inspiring idea from the amazing artist and writer @charmixpower .

What if it wasn't Nabu who sadly sacrificed himself during season 4. What if instead it was Timmy!

This idea has so much potential for great story ideas! Like we get to see Tecna handling the lost of the first man she had ever opened her self up to. To see Timmy slipp away, turn into dust and Tecna is emotinally destroyed. Because she can't save him And we get to see her face the mortality, lose control over her emotions when Ogron takes her last gift, the very gift that could have bringed Timmy back to life! And gives it to a flower while laughing at her pain! That we get to see her join. Nebula and the other earth fairies to hunt down the remaning wizards instead of Aisha.

And then we have the the rest of winx club and the specialists facing the trauma and PTSD from the whole experience. Riven and Helia is most effected by this! Because they where closest to Timmy.

Nabu blames himself for being so weak, that if he hadn't been knocked out by Ogron so easily. Maybe Timmy would be still there. And he wants to get his hands on the black circle members!

And Sky blames himself and start to doubt himself as a leader! The one to make the specialists get themselves back together is Brandon!

And this idea would work. Because Aisha get to rest this season (Because let this poor girl rest! She has gone through enough drama and trauma since season 2! Let her rest this season!) and most important! Nabu dosen't die and dosen't get forgotten. That also shows he matters!

And now it's time to see Tecna lose control and goes on a mission to end the wizards life! She would be ruthless because she would have no controll over her emotions and no longer use the light side of Technomagic!

While the light side of techno magic is based on creation, computers and data. Like that based on american/french/italian cartoons presentation of pepole with techno abilities.

But the dark side of Technomagic is based on destruction, Virus, creation and evolution. Think the powers is like that of Terminators or Necrons from Warhammer 40k.

She would use the dark and destuctive side of technomagic! She would be a monster!

And when Ogron tries to asorb her fairy magic! It would hurt him! Poison him! Because her magic source is no longer pure! But now her magic is toxic against anyone who is not Zenithian.

(MORE WILL COME)

[charmixpower]

You said you were happy to give more ,so I'm back for the sweet sweet child Valtor HC's (any plans for writing a fanfic? ). You've opened pandoras box and you can't close it now.

Muah! I'm so glad you're enjoying this little crack au that I got WAYYY to attached too and am now taking seriously XD

I could do like a one shot fic or something but my main concern rn is surviving s6-8 and wow

Anyways here's some SWEET headcanons

Not all of them are nice bc I cannot be dragged away from the angst but most of them are!!

Valtor is legally a ward of Light Rock and will be until he turns 18 and competes in his rehabilitation. I imagine that Light Rock is actually a nice place, the Trix just did not jive with it or the concept of becoming better people. He does therapy at the compound, and his favorite type is art therapy. Valtor really likes it there with his 76 well trained older brothers who are also technically guards

He picks up a bunch of different hobbies at Light Rock. He loves all the activities. They introduce him to theater and it goes exactly like you expect. He LOVES it, and invites the winx et al to all of his shows. He loves the costumes and dramatics about it, and eventually he's listening to Stella talk about types of stitches so he can make his own clothes too

You know those magic limiters the Trix wore on their foreheads at Light Rock? Valtor wears one but he can break it and take it off whenever they want. They're still trying to find a way to actually limit his magic, at some point Valtor got involved in the process

People were first really worried that Valtor could take off the magic limiter whenever he wanted but it slowly became clear that he's perfectly content to stay put so eventually no one cares. The Light Council even gives permission for Valtor to use his magic eventually, despite the fact he's supposed to be limited

Valtor was the one who told Bloom how to get to Obsidian. Like he was there when that happened and he spent all his time after the Ancestrals got trapped trying to get them out so he can just tell the Winx

He obviously doesn't go with them, just because he has the ability to use free will and the obedience built into his essence is now gone doesn't make him immune to mind control spells and he'd rather not. He also REALLY never wants to be face to face with Belladonna ever again, Icy was bad enough tbh

When Bloom puts her hacks powers back where they belong (in Domino) and becomes a normal ass (still stupid powerful, shes related to Daphne AND part of fire mixed with her magic at this point) fairy, she has to learn how to fight like a normal person instead of abusing the fact she doesn't get magic exhaustion. She spars with/around Valtor, primarily because as the Wizard of Magic he can tell her when she's getting exhausted bc she doesn't notice

When the Winx practice group combat they usually spar with Valtor too, who is ecstatic to spend time with the Winx AND use his magic, and they're all there like "if you didn't pull your punches for most the year and have an obvious exploit in your design (aka if you were a nomral born person) we would of never won."

Valtor is technically transformed 24/7 and can straight up die from magical exhaustion. Unlike other magic users who would just detransform, collapse, and pass out, he's far too sustained by his magic to survive without it. This is one of the said design flaws that could be used to defeat him, please note how both this and ripping his elemental components apart would both kill him

He's a kid but he's the WIZARD OF MAGIC, literally anything that's magic is under his domain and he absolutely treated their fights as games bc he COULD curve stomp anything. Belladonna wasn't fucking around when she created him

He still considers Bloom his sister after she gives up her HAXXS that makes her magic feel like his. Bloom thinks this is adorable and takes him out for family time. Valtor looks forward to whenever anyone comes to visit him, especially when he gets to leave the compound (it's nice there but he's used to having access to a lot more space) but especially when Bloom does it

Magic attaches to symbols easily, and Valtor made his mark to make really complicated magic (like Witch magic mind control and Fairy magic power boosting) easier on himself. He made the symbol at like 4ish and has been using it since. Sometimes he makes the symbol from his hands when he just shoots magic at the problem bc he thinks it looks cool

Eventually Helia takes over administration over RF from Saladin Valtor likes to hang around the place and he gets to help out with combatting magic lessons! Exciting for Valtor, terrifying for literally all the students. Riven and Diaspro tend to be around™ bc Helia harasses them into being around and they do not help the situation. The staff at RF uses Valtor to haze the freshmen. Valtor eventually notices this and is stuck between intentionally freaking them out and not wanting people to be afraid of him

Bby Valtor is Belladonna's biological son, no father. He's made from a combination of all the elements instead of just fire and his true form is more uncanny and otherworldly instead of chthonic looking. A very strong "I shouldn't be looking at this" energy, his appearance sets off the flight or fight response but it's not incomprehensible or anything. He's still humanoid it's just when you're a creature closest in make-up as all 5 of the gods of your world you end up looking weird. Still dragon looking tho

Nabu comes around often to just chat with Valtor about his magic. As a scholar Nabu is thriving asking questions about Valtor and Valtor loves the attention, everyone else is a little concerned if Nabu should be getting child that nearly took over the dimension thinking about how to use his magic more efficiently but it's fine. Valtor is a good kid now

Btw if the planet of Espero (where dimension wide government buildings are hosted, including Light Rock) was ever attacked....no it wouldn't be <3 Valtor would put an end to that shit so quickly it wouldn't even be a fight

[starlightshadowsworld]

Low key wanna rewrite winx club where Selina and Bloom are best friends from the start.

Both orphans adopted by the Peters tho they aren't able to adopt Selina until she starts high school.

Prior to that she was passed onto different foster homes.

The legendarium is a book of fairytales and myths that is the only thing Selina was found with, having been left at a fire station.

Mike's fire station.

I'd have it that while Blooms biological family guarded the dragon flame, Selina's guarded the legendarium.

Because Selina getting a hold of it because Eldora left it behind one day on accident is just... Nope.

Especially because only the two of them can use it.

I'd have it that when Bloom tries to read it it's full of gibberish, tho she believes Selina when she says she can read it.

Bloom has been having dreams about a masked woman since she was a child but one day the dreams stopped.

Selina had a pet snek called Arthur, named after King Arthur.

Neither Bloom nor Selina unleash their powers till Stella and Nutt show up.

Which is when Selina realises she can hear Arthur speak.

However Stella's not the only one who shows up, Morgana and Eldora do.

Morgana is the Queen of the earth fairies, I find it highly unlikely she wouldn't have sensed their magic and come running.

And Eldora because she was visiting Earth and was curious.

In this the wizards of the Black Circle haven't occurred yet... Kinda

For the whole reason I love Morgana and the earth fairies and love the idea of her being a mentor to Bloom and Selina and they get a baby sis in Roxy.

The kinda is because earth fairies are going missing, have been going missing for years but no one knows why.

The wizards haven't made their presence known for now.

Though fairies are being a lot more subtle with their magic which is why Earth has forgotten their existence.

Roxy knows about magic, her mother's identity and is around 12.

With Selina and Bloom being 18 and Stella 19 because this is her second go at freshman year.

Tho I'd have it Stella ended up retaking the year because she has to be taken out of school a lot for family issues.

Her parents officially divorcing that year.

And her having to piece things together and ultimately not having enough credits to move to the following year.

The staff were supportive in helping her make up those credits but Stella oppted to just retake the year.

Morgana takes the group to get house, Roxy's at school and Klaus is out. Bloom does demand that her parents are present.

She is very much on guard, especially around Selina who's gripping her hand in fear over what happened.

Mike and Vanessa both hug their girls and while hey magic exists it's a better explanation from Morgana and fits with some stuff the girls did as kids.

Tho Selina wasn't adopted as young as Bloom, the two were inseparable friends as kids.

The story of Bloom being found in a burning fire and Selina's werid book come out.

Eldora asks to see it and is fascinated that it's the legendarium itself.

Gushes about that for about 20 minutes and no one has much idea what she said but get the gist of it.

She asks if she can study it but Selina declines, it's very important to her and also as she points out Eldora can't read it.

Only Selina can for some reason.

Tho disheartened, Eldora says its cool and teaches her how to shrink it.

Artoo, a puppy at this point and Arthur have some werid beef going on.

Tho Selina can only hear onside of it and relays it to the others and it's hilarious.

Stella asks if they wanna go to Alfea which is when it's revealed that Selina is a witch.

Stella takes the news well despite her own prejudices about witches though she is concerned about Selina going go Cloud Tower.

Morgana reassures them both as does Eldora who's an old friend of Griffin.

While their is a prejudice against witches, their are good witches as their are bad fairies.

Bloom is still unsure but Selina wants to give it a try. They both talk about it and agree.

They are both enrolled properly by Morgana, no sneaking in.

Stella promises to keep an eye on Bloom and for them both to regular check in with Selina.

Bloom ends up dorming with Stella and the rest of the winx.

And Selina rooms with Mirta and Lucy.

The dorms in cloud tower contain less students due to too many instances of fights breaking out.

That at most witches prefer to work alone.

Selina and Mirta hit it off well and despite sneering at them both and rolling her eyes at times, Lucy warms up to them both.

And becomes very protective over them.

They are suprised that Selina has a fairy sister but accept meeting Bloom in magix.

The two sisters run over and hug each other, it had only been a week but it was the longest they'd ever been apart.

Introducing their friends who slowly but surely started to bond.

Though the trix come over and have to be all high and mighty about ooo a bunch of freshys are slumming it with a bunch of fairies.

"So what at least we can make friends"

"like I could care less, friendship is for losers."

"If you can't care less than why are you talking to us?"

"Oh so you think your better than us, you should be begging to join our coven."

"Why would I? No friends, not being able to see my sister and walking around in... Those outfits. I'll pass."

Bloom, internally so proud of Selina who had always struggled standing up for herself and the rest burst into laughter.

"I'll say, monogrammed outfits aren't my style but I can appreciate them done right. This, nothing short of a fashion emergency and... Is that your initials glued on?" Said Stella, chiming in.

"You little!"

Before any of the trix could try anything though, Flora caused vines to trip up Icy, and she fell into a table, getting a milkshake all over her.

"You! You'll pay for this!"

Everyone looked at Flora who smiled sheepishly.

Oh this was gonna be quite the year.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

I took one look at Duman and my brain went: MANWHORE!

There's actually a simple SCIENCE behind this!!

Behold. The Whore Gap. Seen on many male/masc characters throughout history, Winx Club especially, the whore gap refers to the little gap between the top and bottom of one's attire where bare skin is visible. Usually only a little bit of skin, separating itself from a full on crop top situation. Whether it's sluttier than that is based on several things and lots of opinions, there are no wrong answers, we're all in this together <3

The rating of whore on said gap depends on certain factors; Does it show the belly button? Does it show the hip bones? Would it realistically only be visible if the character were to raise their arms? Important things like that.

Taking a look at Duman, that is a clear case of Whore Gap. I don't think I even have to point out all the things when it's there for all to see. What I WILL say is that there's like a singular shot, mayhaps more idk, where his top rolls up further when his arms are raised. Things to think about. Points to add.

Of course in Duman's case there are multiple factors that contribute to him being perceived as a MANWHORE, mesh shirt, his piercings, makeup, waist. I just felt like. Talking about this. Sorry.

This is also why imo his rare comic appearances are not good.

Like if randomly changing his design wasn't rude enough, they TOOK the Whore Gap from him in most panels (except for like one) and I don't think I can forgive them for that. The only time I have allowed it was for Russian Winx on Ice Duman, who was given slits in his skirt for mobility and slays it hard, so it's a fair trade. Actually while collecting images I discovered that there is no need for a trade, because it's a case of 'hidden until arms are raised' gap, which is still valid.