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fountainpenguin · 9 months

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Repeat

13, 9, 15, 11, 5

I hope it's not too many. Repeat is my favorite fic of yours so I might have gotten a little bit carried away.

Thanks for asking! I'm glad you enjoy that one.

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130 Prompts #70 - Repeat - Read on AO3

#ridspoilers

Also contains massive Fairly OddParents show spoilers, but it's been 12 years since "Timmy's Secret Wish" so. y'know.

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13 - What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I rarely listen to music while I write; I find it too distracting. If I do listen, then I listen to one song on repeat, and I usually have to already have listened to that song a few dozen times before I start writing something, so it's tuned out, which kind of defeats the purpose of having a song anyway.

However, I might put the song on while I cook or clean. Even if I don't listen to one during the writing process, when I post a chapter announcement on Tumblr, I like including lyrics from a song I associate with a piece.

One scene in "Repeat" depicts Cosmo's failed attempt to take a child under his wing. Jorgen interfered and swept the child off- a nod to Jorgen's future attempt to rip Poof himself away in the episode "Fairly Odd Baby."

"Repeat" is full of moments where Cosmo reflects on all the times things have been taken from him - including the memories he personally scrambled with his magic just so Jorgen couldn't take them from him first - and how he empathizes deeply with Timmy's fears of having his godparents ripped away.

This leads us to the final scene of this piece, where Cosmo grants Timmy's wish to freeze time, à la the episode "Timmy's Secret Wish".

The songs I associate most with "Repeat" are "Satisfied" and "Congratulations," both from Hamilton. These are not 1:1 plot matches, but I feel like the core themes are there (like memories, regret, sacrifice, and never feeling satisfied with what you have).

Specifically, I like to imagine that if Cosmo could go back in time, he'd warn his younger self that he'd never be satisfied if he tries to push too hard or "cut corners." Be patient, live for yourself, and let things happen when they will. Don't spend unnecessary centuries pining over someone at the expense of your own health and interests.

The line "I'd say 'I'm fine' (She'd be lying)" is a good fit here... Also, "Satisfied" doesn't just reflect Cosmo's fixation on memories in this piece, but it also fits Timmy's fear of letting go.

I LOVE "Timmy's Secret Wish" as an episode and how it paints Timmy as this abused, desperate kid who clings so hard to security and safety, he chooses to sacrifice the world and his chance at personal growth just to cling on a little longer. And he knows NOW that it was wrong, but back then he was just... scared. Timmy is such a character who's full of hope and desperation...

Anyway, "At least I keep his eyes in my life" is a great line for him here. Like, yeah- bro might've successfully frozen time for 50 years, but have you considered that I love him?

No matter how many times he wins Fairy World's favor, Timmy will never be satisfied with his laurels when there's always that threat that when he turns 18, he loses Cosmo and Wanda for good. Timmy is a good, good kid. But he'll never be satisfied with what little time he has left when Jorgen is forever taunting him.

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Cosmo's friendship with Blonda is one of my favorites in my work, even though "the main cast" aren't usually my focus, so it's not that obvious. In Frayed Knots, however, Blonda teeters back and forth trying to emotionally support both Cosmo and Anti-Cosmo, not to mention Wanda and herself on top of that - during high school and then an interspecies war - and I think it's funny. She has it rough.

"Congratulations" could either be Blonda and Cosmo having an argument, but it could also be Cosmo berating himself for some of his past secrets, and telling himself that no matter what, even if things get hard for him, he "owes it to Wanda" to do his best. Cosmo has a tendency to push himself, constantly trying to "make up for his past" and refusing to "burden others" by asking for help. He deflects a lot, but these two songs cut right to his core.

9 - Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

I think "Repeat" has the most alt versions of any 'fic I've ever written. I struggled a lot with deciding whether Cosmo, Poof, or Foop was the most fitting POV character in this one. There are several cut scenes (including the scene where Poof breaks his arm at the saucerbee field). In the end, I cut a lot and stuck with Cosmo as our POV character with just small Poof snippets.

I have a lot of scraps that depict Poof and Foop racing back in time to stop Cosmo from ever buying the car that Poof crashed in the first place.

I think that would have been a fun plot to follow, but every attempt I made at it just dragged things out and felt like it was getting farther from the core idea of "Cosmo's past" / "Cosmo's secrets." It also started tangling extra worldbuilding and plot points into this, and I just didn't like what was happening to my one-shot.

tl;dr - Overall, it just felt clunky, so I cut all of that out. But here's one of the scrapped scenes from this one:

“This is so illegal, this is so illegal,” Foop chanted as he and Poof raced through the timestream corridor. “Hey, you agreed,” Poof fired back at him. “If it’s so illegal, why do the Council let you keep timekeys on hand anyway?” “I stole them from my mom when she fell asleep watching the telly with me!” Foop threw his hands into the air, still clutching his keyring in one of them. “They’re silver-level keys anyway. We can only interfere with certain dates, certain places. If the Fairy Council have put anything stronger than a silver lock on the day we want, then I can’t help you. Are you sure it’s _[date]?” Poof couldn’t help but scoff at that. “Yeah, he’s only told me like a million times.” Foop sniffed. “I just want you to realize that the only reason I’m accompanying you is to ensure you don’t do something peanut-brained in the past that will wipe us both out of existence. I have a limited supply of timekeys, so no detours. Poof? Are we clear?” “I suppose it doesn’t have to be the same date he got the car,” Poof mused, slowing his wingbeats. Up ahead, the hallway broke into eight paths in a cross like a wagon wheel. “Any of these dates will do. We could smash it or something.” “Are you listening to me?” “Huh? Oh, sure. No detours, got it.” Poof took another step down the hall, pointing to a to where it split ahead. “Foop, check it out. That one on the left there is glowing.” Foop frowned. He placed a hand to his wand. “So it is. Let’s stay far away from it.” “We should at least take a look.” Poof crept towards the crossroads, with Foop grumbling to himself behind him. The leftmost tunnel continued to glow white. As they neared it, Poof slowed. “Wait. I can sense someone down there.” “Charming,” was his counterpart’s dry comment. Poof tasted the scents in the air. “It’s a pixie.” “A pixie,” Foop repeated, wrinkling his nose. His ears went flat. His voice slipped into a whisper. “Wait. What time period is he from?” Poof whispered back, “I dunno. Does it matter?” “If he entered the timestream corridor after the Aspen Agreement between the Pixies and the Anti-Fairies was signed, then yes, that matters to me.” Foop leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “What’s he doing? Can you sense that?” “Maybe… He’s right at the edge of my range. Hang on a sec.” Poof closed his eyes and leaned a little closer. He tongued the tip of his nose. “I… can’t tell.” He could, however, tell when Foop rolled his eyes. “I thought you were majoring in long-distance essential sensories.” “I’m undeclared.” Poof cupped his hands around his ears. “Huh. Weird. I can’t get through the field. There’s some kind of ripple or something around him.” “Oh, goody. That’s not horrifying.” “Yeah, well, whatever that bubble shield thing around him is, it’s not letting me lock onto his magic any further than letting me know he’s a pixie. Should we risk peeking around the corner? He’s about halfway down the hall. I think he’s facing the other way.” “Try harder. And don’t let him sense you back” Poof shifted his weight between his wings. “I don’t think ‘trying harder’ will solve anything. I am trying. Do you see my eyes glowing yet? Listen, I just plain don’t have enough power to break through. Must be a more dominant gyne. Do you want to give me a little more juice and see if we can pierce that aura he’s got?” Foop smacked him (lightly) on the cheek with the back of his hand. “I’d be feeding you your own magic, snazzlebrain.” Poof shoved Foop away with his hand and turned to stare at the glowing hallway. “Maybe he can help us.” “You know what? He might. Or, maybe he’ll pat us up for timekeys, rob us blind, and leave us to spend the next couple of centuries wandering the time corridor until someone gets us out.” Foop tugged on his sleeve. “So let’s go.”

15 - What did you learn from writing this fic?

I think one of the most important things I learned was to make my endings and/or my dramatic moments more clear. I remember people thought Cosmo died at the end of this one. He doesn't (Just exhausted from using magic so he collapses), but I like the ending the way it is, so I didn't want to mess with it too much.

I'm proud of myself for choosing (correctly, I think) to cut all the things I did. This piece needed to be able to stand alone without all those other plot points hanging off it.

I did get feedback that this style of moving between the present and the past was confusing even with the divider lines, so I don't think I'll do such a heavy flashback piece again, but I do like how it worked out here. Cosmo is a character with a foggy mind in canon and I like the way I portrayed him drifting in and out of his memories.

There are also moments in this story that come from other one-shots I had. I wanted to do a whole 'fic about postpartum depression Cosmo, but it was really a downer and wasn't going anywhere. It starts with the line "He lied when Wanda asked if the baby had started kicking yet," which I incorporated into a flashback of this piece. I think I made the right choice in combining it here, when there would be fluffy moments to balance it out.

I do personally headcanon Cosmo with postpartum depression and I might write something for it specifically, but I'm happy with how this worked. I really like the moment where Wanda asks Cosmo why he's worried the baby won't like him and Cosmo says "Wanda, I don't even like me." It's one of my core ideas for Cosmo and I like it.

11 - What do you like best about this fic?

I think I did a good job writing Cosmo's voice. He is a very difficult character to capture, especially since this piece was one of my first times writing him (and I think my first from his POV?) but I'm happy with how I did it.

I love the subtle hints throughout this piece that time hasn't been frozen (Yet), and that Timmy is older and moving on. I like how upset Foop gets when Cosmo wants to go back and freeze time... He's my little paperwork prince.

I enjoy Dusty's characterization. He's a mini Cosmo with his "Yay, bottomless breakfast!" during the pancakes scene and I think he's great. I enjoy Cosmo charming Jorgen into leaving Foop alone to go do something else, which is a nod to how skillfully Cosmo distracts Jorgen in "Abracatastrophe" by confidently telling Jorgen he needs to "scramble the fairies."

I like the subtle inclusion of Sparky. He's not being annoying or in the way (Just resting in the garden), but he has a nice place to live and he still has his funky personality.

5 - What part was hardest to write?

I would say that the hardest thing about writing "Repeat" was trying to figure out what it was about and what needed to be cut. There were so many directions this could have gone, several different POVs, and several plot points. I really had to cut a lot.

I think the piece also struggles with not having Cosmo backstory context (because we haven't gotten there yet in Frayed Knots), but I still think it's effective for this story. Cosmo's backstory is marked with secrets. The reader isn't privy to the details because he doesn't want anyone to know exactly what happened in his younger years.

Trying to strike that balance of giving that impression without totally frustrating readers is difficult. I think I did okay, although I wish I were closer to revealing stuff in Knots.

I hope to write a lot more for Origin and Knots in 2024. I'd love to finish them both by next December, but that probably won't happen, so hopefully we'll get close, at least. Then my Cosmo backstory shall be revealed...

Thanks for your interest!

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imaginationjunkie · 3 years

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Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. The subtle eyes that followed me through the evening didn’t go unnoticed.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

But they were the good kind of flames, the best kind of flames. It was almost miraculous, the way I managed to keep my calm.

“She bailed, something about her sick grandma,” was his soft response.

“Hmm.”

“What’s with the tone?” He leaned closer, hot breath teasing my cheek. Jason had gotten awfully bold since the first time we met, when he couldn’t even look into my eyes straight.

“Is it jealousy I sense?”

I tried to be subtle about my sharp inhale. Judging by the stutter of his lips as he suppressed a smirk, I failed.

But why hide anymore? I was never one to hold back anyway. “Yes, it is.”

It was my turn to take his breath away. I turned my head, challenging him with my stare. But I was too tangled in his game to play in charge. He had me, and he knew it. Right?

A smile filled with swirls of mischief and satisfaction designed his lips. Yes, he definitely knew it.

It caught me off guard, the unfiltered beauty of it. Of him. Watching Jason Todd smile, really smile, was not for the weak hearted.

“Then I think you’ll be happy to know that she wasn’t a date. Just a friend.”

Eyes the color of a swirling blue sea, a face handsome enough to cause heartache. Why’d it take me so long to realize that I could never resist him? Not even in a million years. Not even if Ryan Gosling came offering himself to me.

A little too far?

Maybe, but it’s true. What to do?

I was just about to walk away from him, refill the empty flute of champagne to bring back sparkle to my uneventful evening. A large hand wrapping around my wrist stopped me.

“Let’s dance,” he said with the softness of tulle, pulling my frame closer to his larger one. Close enough to smell his cologne. Like a creep in the street, I subtly took a slow sniff of it.

It’d never stop amusing me, how a man who seemed as rough and rugged around the edges as he did had so much softness in him.

And smelled so. damn. good.

“M’kay,” I agreed, following as he led the way to the ballroom. Or so I thought.

“I thought you wanted to dance?” I inquired, looking back at the flashing dance floor full of people we left behind.

“I do.” His eyes twinkled as he looked back at me, still walking to God knows where with my hand in his.

“We literally just crossed the dance floor, where else on earth do you plan on taking me dancing?”

“Who said anything about a dance floor?” Jason smirked, coming to a stop in the garden behind the manor.

Even though it was off limits to Bruce’s guests tonight, the garden looked particularly beautiful. Strings of fairy lights decorated the flawlessly kept greens and flowers, courtesy of Alfred. The pool lights were on, and a surreal soft blue glow lit up the water.

It matched Jason’s eyes.

But that wasn’t all. Long fingers tilted my chin up, and a gasp reverberated the air as my eyes met the mystical view. Stars glittered the midnight canvas endlessly, and in the center of it all sat the full moon like a queen.

She was regal tonight.

My mouth was slightly open in awe, and Jason’s fingers on my chin softly closed it as he chuckled.

“I’m guessing you like the view?”

“Like it? I might as well marry it!” I exclaimed, eyes wide with glee as I gripped his shoulders.

“Dick used to bring his, ahem, lady companions to charm them back when I was Robin. I’d always barge in and interrupt to interrogate about the last woman I saw with him,” he laughed while recalling the memory.

“Did it work?” I smiled back and stood closer to him, the fronts of our bodies slightly touching. My hands had come down to rest on his chest now, and while my eyes were up roaming the sky, my soul’s attention was solely on him.

He shuffled with something in his suit pocket. “Did what work?”

“Dick’s method of charming the ladies?”

“Judging by the walks of shame Alfred and I had to witness every morning after each Wayne gala, yes. It very much did.”

I felt Jason put something in my ear, and finally looked down from the stars to his eyes in confusion. It was an airpod, and I watched silently as he put the other one in his ear.

“I promise I’m not a creep or anything, but I stalked your Spotify playlists and found one titled ‘dancing under the stars’.” He confessed. In a very un-Jason like manner, he looked almost sheepish.

He didn’t look at me as he pressed play and pocketed his phone. Almost immediately ‘Dancing with our hands tied’ by Taylor Swift came on, and he took my hand in his.

Tingles shot up the pit of my stomach as his free arm wrapped around my waist, fingers resting on my hip. We swayed in beat to the music in our ears, eyes on eyes.

I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old Oh, how were you to know,

The lords, and anyone who knew me actually, knew how big of a swiftie I was. The fact that he had put in the effort to pick the absolute perfect song to dance to had to be the most romantic thing that ever happened to me.

I was completely mesmerized. Guys like this only existed in the encasement of my stash of romance novels; but time and time Jason Todd had proved that idea wrong. Every one of his gestures, one after the other, seemed to catch me off guard more than the previous one.

“Wanted to do this since I was 17,” I breathed the fresh air in, craning my neck to rest my chin on his shoulder. This right here was all I needed to relax. This was my very own customized form of peace.

“Yeah, Tim let it slip when he got drunk on your birthday and started blabbing about how you’re growing up in front of his eyes,” he laughed and pulled back to twirl me.

I crashed back into his chest softly, grinning at his revelation.

“It’s so hard to believe you guys are best friends, that Timmy’s actually capable of having normal human conversations other than his usual nerdy blabber,” Jason continued, pulling me even closer to him while dancing.

No objections were made from my side as I obliged (obviously), staring up at his eyes.

They were like an oceanic maze, too easy to get lost in. Too dangerous to get lost in.

“He’s a good friend. Awfully robot-like at times though, and he always smells of coffee.” I breathed with a chuckle as the air around us got intense.

The gold of the fairy lights hit his eyes, making them shine brighter than the stars above I let my hands grip the hairs on his neck, watching carefully as he took a sharp breath in response.

If there was something Jason and my relationship, whatever that it was, didn’t lack, it was moments like these. Moments where we had a conversation with our eyes, expressing how much we wanted to kiss each other, how much we wanted to stay frozen in the present and relish in the feel of our undeniable chemistry.

It had been going on for way too long, and even Tim was getting tired of us not taking the leap of faith.

Initially he was pretty against it, but when he saw exactly how much I felt for his brother, his blessings for us suddenly started pouring in.

“Uhuh,” Jason hummed. An electric sensation buzzed the air around us as the chorus hit, and all the space between our bodies vanished. Butterflies went haywire in the places of my body he touched. He was everywhere.

But we were dancing Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied Yeah, we were dancing Like it was the first time, first time

“Stop me if you don’t want it,” he harshly whispered, brows furrowed and eyes clouded with desire as he tucked a few loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

“I do,” I whispered in response, knowing exactly what he meant.

His breath hit my lips, forehead fell against mine in a moment of desire and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.

It was needy and rushed and a thousand other adjectives, but it was my most perfect kiss. It would always be my most perfect kiss.

Jason’s muscular arms encircled my waist as he pressed me up against him, gripping my sides and lifting me to stand on his feet. My own arms wrapped around his neck, and a sneaky stutter of a moan escaped my lips, earning me a groan from him.

Passion burned us under the cool night air as we kissed and kissed and kissed, all thoughts of oxygen forgotten in our haze of need.

But even our passion couldn’t defy nature. We pulled back to breathe in as much air as we could, but instead of diving back in towards each other’s lips like I expected us to, Jason simply stared at me with eyes that now looked navy from being hooded.

It was a stare of a few seconds that seemed like hours as his thumbs brushed the side of my face. The fire of need from a while back was gone, but the desire wasn’t.

We both tried to calm ourselves, but an unstoppable part of me leaned up to press a kiss on his cheek. He blushed.

“Wanted to do that since you were 17,” he said cheekily, hands tracing my back as we now let ‘Wonderland’ by Taylor amuse our ears.

“Liar,” I grinned. “You couldn’t even look at me back then.”

“Yeah, because I’d do this if I looked at you for more than 5 seconds. I had no plans of going to jail for getting handsy with a minor,” he replied, leading us to the wooden benches Bruce had installed in the garden a few weeks earlier.

I lifted a teasing brow, masking my shock at the fact that he wanted to kiss me even back then.

“And how’re you so sure I would’ve let you get handsy with me? For all you know I could have kicked you in the balls myself.”

“Don’t act coy, you could never stop staring at me when you were over,” he smirked, sitting down on the bench and pulling me to his lap.

I hesitated for a second, my brain getting lost in the fact that after months of banters and unbelievable tension, interruptions and two sided pining, I was finally in this position. Where we were able to be open about our want for each other.

Sensing my hesitation, his smirk dropped. “This is okay right?”

I snapped back to reality, taking his nervous expression in. Yes, this was real. And I wouldn’t waste a second of the time God gave me with Jason. I smirked and ran my fingers through his dark locks, making him close his eyes.

“Of course it is, just thinking about how long it took for you to man up and kiss me,”

“Excuse me, you could’ve-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He responded almost immediately, putting his hand on my hip as I sat sideways on his lap. Unlike the first one, this kiss was sweet and slow. We were cherishing the night with it.

“About damn time, I thought all my teeth were gonna fall out due to old age before Todd here grew some balls,” the sudden voice of a certain sass filled Wayne interrupted us.

My magical night with Jason ended with him running after his kid brother Damian, teasing him about kicking his ass.

But that was okay, because I was happy. Jason was happy. The long wait for him, for us, was worth it.

Even though he gave off the impression that he couldn’t care less, I knew that the reason he hadn’t made a move was because he wanted Tim to be completely fine with us being a thing.

Alongside being friends with Tim, I became friends with his brothers and Alfred over the years. I knew of their nightlife, and everything that went on behind the polished doors of the Wayne Manor. I knew Jason well enough to know that his tough posterior and damn care attitude was just a facade.

Being with Jason wouldn’t be a walk in the park, and I knew that too. He was reckless and intense, impulsive and careless.

But he was also sweet and passionate, and his love would brand you like a tattoo with it’s depth. I was willing to give my 110% to make it work with him.

Because even fairy tales take sacrifice and effort to get a happy ending. And I’d do about anything to make sure I earned mine.

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justmenoworries · 4 years

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Fate: The Winx Saga - How Not To Reboot A Beloved Franchise

Okay, I think I speak for everyone here when I say: We saw this coming.

We saw this coming as soon as that godawful trailer dropped on youtube. But because I hate myself and because I wanted to give this pile of shit a chance, I watched it.

All of it.

It sucked and I won’t do it again.

The End.

....

Nah, I’m kidding.

Here’s why Fate: The Winx Saga sucked ass.

(Spoilers under the cut! Pfft, like anyone cares.)

The Story:

I suppose now you’ll expect me to tell you that F:TWS was a generic, boring slog-fest.

That it offered the most clichéd take on a Chosen One-story since Eragon and that it’s half-assed attempts to be scary through bringing in a zombie apocalypse made it even more painfully obvious just how hard the story was trying to be edgy and ‘’’’’’mature’’’’’’’’.

And, yeah, that’s pretty much how it went.

...Oh, I’m sorry, did you expect something fresh and surprising?

So did I when I watched this garbage.

The title says Winx, but honestly the story is more about Bloom than anyone else. At least they were faithful to the source material in one aspect, am I right fellow Winx-fans?

I hope you like Alfea, because you won’t be spending time anywhere else! Gone are the dozen colorful, unique worlds with their own eco-systems and culture.

Now we have The Otherworld, which is just earth, but with magic.

Oh yeah, and remember how each magic and non-magic users had their own, specialized schools to got to?

Cloud Tower, Alfea, Red Fountain?

Yeah, that’s all Alfea now.

Remember how Winx Club juggled great, charismatic villains and everyday teenage-drama in a way that made both seem interesting and neither obnoxious?

Fate fails miserably at that.

The subplot about the zombies- Oh, sorry, The Burned Ones ™ slowly invading Alfea couldn’t be more dry and uninteresting if it tried. You have hints of political intrigue in the background with the Solarians scheming and taking over in the end, but trust me when I say: You won’t care.

And since the character are either miserable, unlikable or both, you also won’t care about the teenage drama.

Because it’s every single teenage drama plot-line you’ve already seen in edgy reboots like Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, etc.

To add insult to injury, season 1 ends with the villains and antagonists taking over Alfea with Solaria’s help, as if anyone would be baited into a season 2 after you just dragged us through a worse version of The Walking Dead.

I would say this is what you watch to lull you to sleep, but all the incessant whining and belly-aching wouldn’t let you.

And because this is the ‘‘‘‘‘‘mature’‘‘‘‘‘ reboot, there will be no transformations and no bright colors. Just some nice effects for magic and that’s it.

Because, you know.

No one watched Winx Club for those, am I right? /s

And because in modern, edgy reboots women can never just be friends, the Winx Club start out hating each other, until suddenly they’re the best of friends in episode 4, Stella included.

Cool, huh?

The Characters:

I’ll get straight to the point: The main cast is horrible.

Not acting-wise, the actors are doing the best they can with the script, but the way they’re written...

God, the way they’re written.

For starters, Stella is a Karen now. In the very first episode she attempts to get Bloom killed, then runs away to cry into Sky’s shoulder rather than apologize.

Flora was replaced by a white character named Terra, who the writers probably thought would be received well solely because she’s awkward and makes a lot of Strawman-Feminist statements.

Techna got straight-up written out.

Musa was white-washed and is a Mind Fairy instead of a Music Fairy now, because her being the Fairy of Music wasn’t ‘‘‘‘mature’‘‘‘ enough for this reboot.

Bloom is a whiny, spoiled brat who is willing to endanger absolutely everyone around her to get what she wants. And in the end, the plot rewards her for it.

Aisha is the only Winx Club-member who remains likeable, but she’s firmly planted in the supporting character-role.

Most of the Specialists got written out too. No Timmy, no Helia, no Nabu, no Brandon.

Sky is still there, but he serves mainly as a boy toy for Stella and Bloom to fight over, because that needed to be a thing, I guess.

Riven was changed from Jerk with a Heart of Gold who learns to be better to just a one-note jerk who never changes and never learns. He’s also not with Musa in this story. Even though their romance was by far the most engaging one in the original series, aside from maybe Aisha and Nabu.

We get a new character named Dane, but he’s just there to be either a bully-victim or a side-character for others to take advantage of. Did I mention he’s the only black guy in the main cast? Yeah. There’s also this really asinine running gag that he might be gay, to tease a possible relationship with Riven, but nothing ever comes off it.

The teacher-characters are all pretty much the same: Duty-driven, want to protect the ones under their care, but end up alienating them by not being entirely honest with them because they think their students aren’t ready for The Truth, blah blah blah, moving on.

The villains don’t fare much better.

The Trix got fused into one single character named Beatrix (haha, get it?) and she’s just... The Worst. And not in a good way. She’s obviously supposed to be the Charming Bad Girl-type but you’re more likely to laugh your ass off every time she opens her mouth than be intrigued. Whoever wrote her dialogue clearly has no idea how teenagers talk. She hooks up with Riven and Dane for no reason in particular and it’s heavily implied these three are going to be the new Trix. Which is...no. Just no.

The headmistress’ secretary gets killed off in the third episode and doesn’t do much in the first two, so I have nothing to say about him.

Rosalind is a worse, female Darth Sidious who is trying so hard to get Bloom to join the Dark Side and I guarantee you, you will not care. The story also tries to present her as something of a well-intentioned extremist, but forgets to actually let her have a point in her murders and genocides.

Hey, remember when Winx Club characters were different and unique?

The writers of this reboot clearly don’t.

The Aesthetic:

Hey kids!

You know what’s better than bright colors and nice, comforting palettes?

Slapping a dull grey filter on everything and calling it a day!

If I had to list all the reasons why Fate’s lack of style is so heartbreaking and disappointing, we’d be here all day.

So I’m just gonna show you a few screenshots from both the original series and the reboot and let that speak for itself.

The Original:

The Reboot:

Honestly, what do I even need to say?

The reboot sucked out everything that made Winx Club Winx Club and replaced it with “YA-novel palette #17247845453″.

Thanks, I hate it.

In Conclusion:

Fate: The Winx Saga could have been a new take on Winx Club’s story.

Maybe even introduced new concepts and characters tat could have been just as iconic as the original ones.

It chose to be every reboot ever instead, made everything grimdark and fundamentally misunderstood the meaning of “Gray Morality”.

Do yourself a favor and re-watch the original instead.

It’ll be a much better use of your time.

#fate the winx saga #review

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nakuuro1994 · 4 years

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The Fairly OddFamily: Scary OddFamily

By nakuuro & jaxnation15

(So once upon a time on a seemingly ordinary Halloween night in a rather small suburb in Dimmsdale, California. Timmy Turner & his new God-Siblings (Trixie, Chester, Tootie, A.J. & Chloe) are relaxing & hanging out at Timmy’s house while watching the new Crash Nebula Halloween Special “Wrath of the Jackobots” while also getting ready to go out for some trick-or-treating!!!)

~ (Chester): Oh man, this year is going to be the best Halloween EVER!!!

~ (Timmy): Hehe yeah it is!!! We're gonna get so much candy!!! (He said this while grabbing some toilet paper for his mummy costume.)

~ (Tootie): And I finally get to do it with the boy of my dreams!!! (She was putting on her werewolf costume to wear.)

~ (Trixie): I know right!!! But hey, I’m just glad that I can actually enjoy some Halloween fun with you guys for a change!!! (As she tries putting on her rather large “Bride of Frankenstein” wig on)

~ (A.J.): Not to mention that theres a good 85% chance of us getting the maximum amount of Halloween candy around the neighborhood this year as well!!! (He stated as he puts on the finishing touches to his Frankenstein’s Monster costume)

~ (Chloe): And the best part is, everyone's gonna be out tonight! So we're sure to get tons of scares with our candy too!!! (She puts the finishing touches on her Dracula costume.)

~ (Timmy): This is gonna be the BEST HALLOWEEN EVER!!!

~ (Wanda): Alright kids, you all have some fun, but be careful not to get too carried away with the candy now!!!

~ (Cosmo): OH! Relax Wanda, They’ll be fine, plus since it’s Halloween again, we could finally join in on the fun without nobody finding out that we’re actually fairies!!!

~ (Wanda): Oh my gosh, you’re right!!! I almost forgot about that!!!

(So while Cosmo & Wanda change into their Halloween costumes to blend in, Timmy & the gang decided to finally head out to their first stop around the block until they all see a rather bizarre & haunting sight that they all didn’t see coming.)

~ (Chester): OMG!!! I CANT BELIEVE IT!! Vicky is the new leader of the neighborhood watch!?

~ (Timmy): WHAT?! Vicky's gonna ruin our night and everyone else's Halloween night!!!

~ (Tootie): Awww we won't be having any fun at all this year!!!

~ (Chloe): Well what can we do about it?!

~ (Trixie): Well....can we just say something & stand up for ourselves? (she says while her large wig is flopping on one side)

~ (A.J.): I highly doubt it, since she’ll probably just bury us all six feet under if we say anything.

(While they all observe her from a safe distance, Vicky begins her plans for both collecting, confiscating & hoarding all of the neighborhood kid’s Halloween candy for “safety inspections” while also making rather mean jabs at their Halloween costumes as well)

~ (Vicky): ALIGHT, WHO’S NEXT?

(One rather small 6-year old girl in a angel costume soon regretfully hands her only Halloween bucket to Vicky as she just adds it to the ever growing mountain on stolen Halloween candy that she’s been collecting for the past couple of hours)

~ (Trixie): OKAY THAT’S IT, GUYS WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW!!!

~ (A.J): Well...I say that we might actually need some help with this....Y’know....maybe some “magical help”!!!

~ (Chester): OH!!!.....RIIIGHT!!!.....some “Magical Help”.....yeah, I don’t get it!!!

~ (Trixie): UHHH....Chester, I think he meant asking Cosmo & Wanda for help?!

~ (Chester): OH!!....RIGHT!! Why didn’t I think of that!!!

~ (A.J.): Hey Timmy, where are Cosmo & Wanda right now anyways?

~ (Tootie): Yeah, aren't they always with you?

~ (Timmy): (holds up a pink bag and a green bag, with their faces popping up) Yeah, they're always with me!

~ (Cosmo): Hey kids, anything you need help with?

~ (Wanda): Because whatever it is, we’ll certainly do it no problem!!!

~ (Chloe): We need to find a way to stand up to Vicky and stop her from taking away everyone's candy!!!

~ (Tootie): How can we do that?

~ (Trixie): Hmmm....maybe we can all wish for our Halloween costumes to become “real & scary” so we can pretty much scare her into giving everyone’s candy back.

~ (Chloe): Um....Are you sure that will-

~ (Timmy): (to Cosmo and Wanda) I WISH OUR COSTUMES WERE REAL AND SCARY!!!

~ (Cosmo & Wanda): UHHH...YOU GOT IT!!!

(As soon as the wish was granted, Timmy’s & his God-Sibling’s respective monstrous & spectacular transformation were about to begin along with every kid in the whole city)

(Every kid began to feel strange, especially the main six. That's when they all began to transform right in front of their eyes! From ghosts to barbarians to witches to princes to villains, everyone was turning into their own monstrously spectacular being from the costume!)

(Chester was the first to change as his body began to grow in size while also developing a nice shining coat of green scales all over his body like a suit of armor that encompasses his entire being as he also starts to sprout razor sharp claws, fangs & fish-like gills as a result)

~ (Chester): OMG!!! THIS FEELS SO COOL!!!

(Timmy was the second to change as his body began to grow in size as well. The tissue began to turn into bandage wraps as his skin began to dry up to make him feel like a real mummy. Luckily it didn't make him too dried, just a darker tone with some wrinkles to go along with some added muscle mass on his body to finish off as a result.)

~ (Timmy): AW SWEET!!! I'M LIKE A REAL MUMMY!!!

(Then A.J. was the third to change as he grew out the most as his skin began to harden & darken onto a dark blueish grey as he also gained massive amounts of bulky muscles to compensate for his new massive frame as even his own round head began to morph & change into a rather oblong square flattop with his normally fast speech & extensive vocabulary slowing down considerably)

~ (A.J.): WELL....THIS....FEELS....PRETTY....ODD!?

(Next up was Tootie, as she grew a lot as well. Her skin began to get covered in dark brown fur, with her gaining massive amounts of muscles as well. To compliment her new size, her face began to change in that of a werewolf's face, with some wolf like ears and a massive, bushy tail. Her clothes ripped a bit as her hands and feet turned into claws, her teeth getting sharp to top it off.)

~ (Tootie): (howls loud and prowd to the moon while flexing) I FEEL AWESOME!!!

(Shortly afterwards, Trixie began to change as well, as she soon began to rapidly grow in size & stature as her large wig suddenly began to spark up with static electricity with each jolt amplifying & expanding her normallly slim & slender body into a rather majestic muscular but athletic frame as her eyes began to glow with a eerie luminous neon green light as well as her skin beginning lighten to a deathly & ghastly whitish-light green hue)

~ (Trixie): HOLY CRAP!!! THIS FEELS SO WEIRD & AWESOME!!! I LOVE IT!!!

(And last but not least was Chloe, who was also growing as well. Her body began to turn pale white, her hair began to turn long and black and white streaks, while her chest bursted out some massive breasts, and her butt inflated to the size of a watermelon! Her fingernails got sharp, her teeth even sharper and turning into fangs as she suddenly had a craving for blood, with her eyes turning blood red as a result.)

~ (Chloe): HISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! WHY DO I HAVE A SUDDEN CRAVING FOR BLOOD?!?!

(So with their respective monstrous transformations finally complete, Timmy & the gang decided to seek out and find where Vicky is so they can all collectively give her the literal fright of her life!!! But when they encountered her, they saw her getting attacked by the other monsters, who were former kids who are now trying to take their candy back. Unfortunately, some of them haven't fully grasped of their new monstrous transformations and....went wild.)

~ (Chester): WOW!!!....Well....that was pretty brutal!!!

~ (A.J.): I...HAVE...TO...AGREE!!!

~ (Timmy): I think half of us should deal with Vicky while the other half deals with....everyone else...

~ (Chloe): Yeah because this is starting to become a massacre...

~ (Trixie): Uhhh...guy's....I think we got another problem to deal with at the moment.....LOOK!!!

(But as soon as she said that, the six god-siblings soon see a group of rich kids rapidly transforming into the terrifying Jackobots from the Crash Nebula Halloween Special they just saw a few hours earlier as the four mechanical monstrosities soon began to wreak havoc all across the city of Dimmsdale as they can only look in sheer horror as they all still trying to figure out on what to do next!!!)

~ (Tootie): Uhhhh....that doesn't look too good.....

~ (Timmy): Okay, one of us deals with Vicky, while the rest of us goes to deal with these Jackobots!

~ (Chloe): And just about every other raging monster in Dimmsdale!!!

~ (A.J.): UHHH.....GUY'S.....WHAT'S....THAT....OVER.....THERE?!

(So as the newly lumbering A.J. points his finger to the sky, a rather massive & familiar alien spaceship soon crash lands into the neighborhood as Mark Chang of Yugopotamia & his nerdy friends soon arrived on Earth to try and "save" Vicky from the horde of angry monsters' that are currently chasing all across town)

~ (Mark Chang): DO NOT WORRY MY LOVE hehe I, MARK CHANG OF YUGOPOTAMIA ......& MY FRIENDS, WILL SAVE YOU FROM THE EVIL MONSTER HORDE THAT CURRENTLY PLAGUES THIS PUNY PLANET!!!

~ (Tootie): Monsters, Jackobots and now Aliens....

~ (Timmy): I'm going to assume that we can't wish for everything to go back to normal yet.

~ (Wanda): I’m afraid not sport!!!

~ (Chester): And where have you two been?

~ (Cosmo): Oh! Well....we just been hiding in the nearby bushes this whole time to be perfectly honest!!!

~ (Chloe): Well....that's a bummer...

~ (Timmy): Does anyone have an idea on how to stop this?

~ (A.J): I......SUGGEST....WE.....SPLIT....UP.....IN....GROUPS..... OF.....TWO....AND.....

~ (Chester): SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!!!

~ (A.J.): DIVIDE......AND..... CONQUER!!!

~ (Timmy): Two of us deals with the monsters, two of us deals with the Jackobots, and two of us deals with Mark and his crew.

~ (Tootie): Well I'm gonna be with you Timmy, so that way we can save the world together as boyfriend and girlfriend!!!:grin: (she grabs him and hugs him tightly.)

~ (Chester): I’ll guess I’ll go with Chloe so we can stop Mark Chang & his crew!!!

~ (Trixie): And I’ll go with A.J to stop the Jackobots from destroying the Earth!!

~ (Chloe): Now we got our partners, let's head out and save the world!!!

~ (Everyone): YEAH!!!

(So as the six God-Siblings decided to split up and equally divided their roles in teams of two, they all spread out across town in order to save Halloween and the Earth from certain destruction!!!)

~ (A.J.): ALRIGHT......ALL....WE....NEED....TO....DO....IS....TO...COMBINE....OUR.....ELECTRICAL.....POWERS.....AND....

~ (Trixie): And short circuit the Jackobot’s systems in order to shut them down!!! Brilliant idea A.J.!!!

~ (A.J.): THANK.....IT’S....WHAT....I....DO!!!

(While Trixie & A.J. are busy battling the Jackobots downtown, Timmy & Tootie are busy reluctantly trying to fend off the giant monster hoard from killing Vicky!!!)

~ (Timmy): (pulling and punching off one monster at a time.) Man, these monsters are hard to defeat!!! How are you holding up on your end Tootie?!?!

~ (Tootie): (pulling, punching and biting some of the monsters herself.) I'm doing as best as I can to defeat these monsters my future boyfriend!!!:grin:

~ (Timmy): oh brother....

~ (Vicky): Oh great!!! Just what I need right now, MORE MONSTERS!!!

~ (Timmy): Relax Vicky, it's just me and Tootie!!! We're trying to save you here!!!

~ (Vicky): Wait a minute, TOOTIE?!:face_with_raised_eyebrow:

TWERP, WHAT DID YOU BRATS DO?

(As soon as Vicky said that, the whole ground starts to shake as Mark Chang’s spaceship soon takes off as Chester & Chloe soon race towards Timmy & Tootie to help out with@the monster hoard!!)

~ (Timmy): That'll be explained later!!! Right now we're trying to save you!!!

~ (Chester): GOOD NEWS GUYS, we convinced Mark Chang & his friends to leave the planet..... for about two months!!!

~ (Timmy): It's better than 0 months!!!

~ (Tootie): Now let's hurry up and finish the job!!!

(So with the monster hoard defeated, all that’s left to do now is to somehow stop the Jackobots from activating the “Jack-O-Bomb” and destroying the whole planet!!!)

~ (Chester): OMG!! What do we do now!!??

~ (A.J.): CAN....ANY.....OF..... US....FLY?

~ (Chloe): I can fly!!! What do you need me to do?

~ (Trixie): Alright Chloe, all you need to do is to turn yourself into a bat and carry the Jack-O-Bomb & chuck it into outer space so that it could safely explode far away from Earth!!!

~ (Chester): And if case you were wondering if you can actually breathe in outer space as a vampire, don’t worry, you’re technically undead right now so you should definitely be fine!!!:sweat_smile

~ (Chloe): You got it!!! (Chloe turned into a bat and began to flap off to grab the Jack-O-Bomb.)

~ (Trixie): Man I hope this plan works!!!

~ (Chester): If not, it was a pleasure knowing you guys!!!

(Chloe grabbed and carried the Jack-O-Bomb, flapping up as high as possible towards the Earth's atmosphere. When she arrived, with time winding down, she spun around and toss the Jack-O-Bomb as far as possible into outer space, and just in time too! When it passed the atmosphere and drifted off, it created a massive explosion that everyone was able to see from down below.)

(So with the Earth finally saved, Timmy & the gang decided to wish for Cosmo & Wanda to change everything to go back to normal as their equally spectacular transformation back to normal was about to begin!!! So everyone in the entire world, including the 6 heroes, were all turning and shrinking down back to normal!!!)

(Chester was the first one to change back as his entire body began to shrink as his razor sharp fangs, claws & fish-like gills soon disappeared as well as his armor-like green scales started to fade away as well.)

(Timmy was next, as his skin started to turn back to normal, he was shrinking back to his normal size, and the wrappings around him began to turn back into some toilet paper.)

(A.J. soon started to change back next as his entire body started to rapidly shrink back to normal size as his skin started to soften & lighten up again as well as his head was beginning to reshape itself back to its normal round shape as well thus allowing him to speak in full sentences again!!)

(Tootie began to lost all her fur, shrunking back down into her normal size, along with her face turning to it's original self, her tails poofing off of her, her skin changing back to normal and her claws turning into hands and feet again.)

(Then Trixie soon began to change back shortly afterwards as her new muscular athletic body soon began to shrink back to normal as not only did her skin tone changed back & her eyes stopped glowing but even her rather large wig finally came loose and finally fell off her head as well.)

(And last but not least was Chloe, who was losing her fangs and her skin changed back to its peachy color, while her curves and her sharp mails changed back to normal. her clothes shrunk back down to her original size and looked like a costume again.)

~ (Chester): AWESOME!!! We finally changed back to normal!!!

~ (A.J.): But, we didn't get any Halloween Candy ALL NIGHT!!!

~ (Trixie): Ummm....I wouldn't say that, LOOK!!!

(So as soon as Trixie said that, all of the kids from all across the city of Dimmsdale all gathered at Timmy's house so they can give Timmy and the gang ALL of their respective Halloween candy as a way of saying thanks for saving all of them & the whole world from certain destruction!!!)

~ (Literally Everyone): HAPPY HALLOWEEN TIMMY & FRIENDS!!!

~ (Timmy): I knew this was gonna be the best Halloween ever!!!

~ (Cosmo & Wanda): THAT'S ALL FOLK'S!!

THE END

#the fairly oddparents #fop fanart #nickelodeon #nicktoons #fanfic #alternate universe #timmy turner #trixie tang #tootie #chloe carmichael #fop

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alternativewinxcontinuity · 5 years

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will the winx alt. con. keep with canon relationships? cuz sky and bloom could be a dope couple with good writing, and aISHA AND NABU OHMYGOD-

TLDR:

Yes and No?Stella/Brandon are basically the same, while Sky/Bloom and Aisha|Layla/Nabu|Ophir are getting a little bit of a more obvious over haul they will still be A Thing.

Tecna/Timmy, Flora/Helia and Musa/Riven are... less so, like, if they happen as a romance thing, it will be a long time coming, or less obvious.

Mirta/Lucy& Palladium/Avalon are also A Thing, but more background than any of the others.

So in terms of ships in the Canon show: they are a mess. On the surface they seem plausible, maybe even okay, but the longer you look at them, the worse the relationships get. I've tried to keep the basics, but change certain circumstances so things are less... bad foundation-wise

Bitching and Alt Con spoiler alerts below the cut.

Stella/BrandonBloom/Sky (feat. Diaspro)Aisha/Nabu|Layla/Ophir (feat. Roy (&Nex))Tecna/TimmyFlora/HeliaMusa/Riven (feat. Darcy)Mirta/LucyDaphne/ThorenPalladium/Avalon

Final heads up, I'm about to say a lot of sh*t, and none of you have to agree, we all interpret things differently, I'm the kind of person who pulls things apart and finds the smallest speck of 'rot' and grows it in a mental Petri dish to see how awful things could be... that is a terrible analogy, but long-and-short-of-it: my opinions may be based on worst case scenario analysis, rather than any analysis you may use, and I am not saying you should not ship things, by all means, ship all the things.

I apologise for the high levels of in-coherency and absolute aggro.

Stella/Brandon

On the surface, this ship is changing perhaps the least because they're a “pretty stable” couple, unfortunately, they also began their relationship with a lie and that was never fully addressed in Canon. I tried to combat that by having Brandon and Stella 'test the waters' so to speak, with Brandon asking early on if Stella thought she'd still like him even if he wasn't a prince, and Stella later mentioning to Bloom that yeah, she would.

I say “pretty stable” because they don't break up every other episode, but their relationship is kind of... on the opposite end of the problem spectrum, like: “I'd jump off a cliff with no knowledge of what was below and no safety harness or ability to fly for you,” they've displayed a concerning level of co-dependency.

I tempered that a bit in the Alt Con, mostly be removing the situation where that (jumping off the cliff) happened, because it was the result of characters being sudden!dumb! But I also feel like, whatever universe, they'd be the kind of couple who'd get through rocky points in their relationship because they'd try to make it work because they are connected.

Canon treats them a little weirdly, because they are (excuse my language) psychotically-in-love, despite both being established as generally flirty people, but it only once really put the jealousy thing into play, in season 4 when the writers tried to make us take Mitzy as a 'serious villain' by turning her into Stella&Brandon's 'Diaspro problem'.

Alt Con Stella&Brandon are more reasonable, but are still very much 'our eyes met and something clicked' kinds of in love, but they definitely put work into a stable foundation, and were able to weather the SkyBrandon reveal with only a small wobble and some breathing space.

Bloom/Sky (feat. Diaspro) aka: the Drama Llama ship.

I think this one is changing the most, of the three main ships that are 'staying'. Alt Con Bloom&Sky didn't actually start dating until late in season 2, and are being very cautious with their relationship.

Unlike Canon Sky, Alt Con Sky was hesitant to begin a relationship when he knew he would have to end it, and knowing it would be a douche-bag move. Likewise, Bloom's Canon displayed empathic ability came into play, warning her that Sky was hiding something from her, and making her hesitant to even try dating while that was looming between them.

The biggest change with the Bloom/Sky dynamic is that it didn't start under falsehoods, and Diaspro was treated with the respect she deserved, rather than an unwanted crazy ex (even before she was the ex).

Canon Sky was a cheater, pure and simple, we've (probably all) talked the matter to death over the years, and there's no interpretation where what he did and didn't do, was okay. But it also explains his later douchey behaviour: people who cheat are more likely to suspect others of cheating.

Canon Sky has always been quick to jealousy, see season 2's full on stalking bullshit, and of course the thing with the FrEaKinG unicorn.

And of course, since he did start his relationship with Bloom as a cheater, Bloom knows he has a history of cheating, and cheaters don't typically 'find the right person and change their ways forever'. Sorry, but they don't, which explains why Bloom is so ready to believe Diaspro is succeeding in stealing Sky back, whether she actually is or not.

Canon Bloom/Sky have no trust foundation, like zero, none, maybe even negative trust foundation.

Fixing that was simple: I didn't let them get together while there were lies to be had.

Now, love her, hate her, pity her, Diaspro is a huge part of the Canon relationship, so I do have to talk about her.

Canon treats her like an increasingly manic instant drama dispenser, and I think we're all sick to death of it, not just because Diaspro has become more and more difficult to sympathise with, but because we're sick of the Bloom/Sky (relationship-status: “Yoyo's would be dizzy by now”) continuity.

But she's a princess, which means she should be more politically aware than what she is in Canon, she's marrying in to The Royal Family of Eraklyon. Sky's already there, he's set, he is the 'scheduled in in pen' Future King of Eraklyon, he ain't got to do shit.

Diaspro does. She has to be liked by the current king and the people, even if not her future husband, her marriage is a job.

So Alt Con Diaspro gets to do 'diplomacy' first, she gets to make first contact with the Winx, rather than being randomly attacked by a crazy ass fairy and being humiliated in public.

But this also means that Bloom wasn't humiliated in public, because Alt Con Diaspro was tactful in revealing the truth about the SkyBrandon switch. (Because the switch wasn't actually life or death protection.)

That whole first meeting in Canon was disaster from the word go, and put such a taint on the relationship that it's season 8, and the writers are apparently still trying to beat that dead horse.

The main thing that stops Bloom/Sky from moving past their beginning in Canon, is that they just don't communicate. They run into the slightest problem and suddenly they're breaking up and they stop trusting each other and its the end of the world and boohoo, blah blah woof woof.

They get back together as a matter of course, like its on a freaking check list for the writers to tick off, but they never really deal with what happened. It's all: Inciting incident, zero to sixty in three point five break up, way too long stealing the B plot's screen time being pouty and childish, 'oh we were wrong and are back together now without dealing with the actual problem because there wasn't one we're just dumb.'

Starting them off with knowing that they have an attraction to one another, but listening to a combination of common sense/basic decency and intuition so they wait until they're at a place where they can be honest and upfront about what needs to be spoken about, rather than having them run head first into what is nothing more than a revolving door of relationship drama was important for the Alt Con, because ain't nobody got time for that shit anymore. (Have you seen the new time line, it's condensed AF.)

The Alt Con also does something else I always wanted to see: addresses the fact that Bloom is now in a position to marry into a Royal Family.

Alt Con Bloom/Sky is a lot more tentative than Canon, they started of on a better foot, without that lie and cheating between them, but they're going into the relationship knowing that if they work, and they feel like there's a good chance they will, Bloom will have to assume the role of Queen Consort of Eraklyon one day, she's not just dating Sky, she's dating his family and his Planet which means they have to take it slower and more seriously.

Spoiler alert for season 3 of the Alt Con: the love potion is still happening, the set up of the relationship though means there's less 'why doesn't he love me anymore' and more 'Diaspro was (not totally fine with it but) prepared to accept the change, this isn't like her,' and 'Sky and I were okay last time we talked, he wouldn't do this without telling me, something is wrong here.' (Diaspro is not a psycho b*tch/Mark of Valtor theory coming well into play here.)

Aisha/Nabu|Layla/Ophir (feat. Roy (& Nex))

So in Canon, Nabu and Aisha first met when Nabu just randomly up and stalked Aisha through Magix on her day off after their engagement was announced. And because apparently princesses can't date first boyfriends who don't lie about their identity, Nabu introduced himself as 'Ophir'.

Look, I get that he was shy and embarrassed or something? But what the genuine frick-frack?!

The writers have apparently never had romantic relationships before because that trend was really friggen messed up. Like... none of the relationships in Winx Club are what I'd call ideal and healthy, all of them have some aspect of 'oh god run!' to them, but Aisha got the short end of a ratty stick.

So Canon timeline (allegedly): Middle of third year, Aisha's home world is under attack and she can't do more than she's already done. Trying to take a mental health day with her girls, and this rando dude up and stalks her, then, because she's a decent person, she chooses stalker's life over the Magical Dimension (Agador Box), and it turns out, this random ass stalker has lied about his identity and stalked her because he's the fiance she never wanted.

And yes, they do eventually end up falling in love and choosing one another... right before he fricken dies less than a year later.

So you know, Aisha does her 'vengeance is me' spree, which was awesome but designed to put her in a bad light, let's be real.

And then: nothing, an extra heaping of man hate because Aisha is an angry-girl, but no one really addressed her grief after the fact, like you don't just wake up and get over the death of someone that close, and yes, I know that people do move on, but we never saw her moving on, she calmed down after an episode of revenge and then she was 'all good' bar the aggro-tude. She spent season 5 and 6 angry at everything male, then suddenly she was dating Nex and... I'm sorry, I do block a lot of the later seasons out, but I genuinely do not remember them getting together, they just suddenly were after a season of Nex being an asshole with an almost redemption scene when he saved Roy, who mysteriously vanished, despite sticking around post his job-arc in season 6, but I guess that was for drama.

I don't really care for Nex, but that's a complex and layered issue that is only partly about shipping, and only partly about the fact that he was an absolute asshole who almost killed Roy during training basically on purpose, even if I didn't particularly like Roy, I don't hate Nex either.

Aisha has had all the boys thrown at her, and it was annoying, because she never needed one, she sure as sh*t didn't need a second and a third who inexplicably 'won her hand' or whatever the hell happened there.

I would have been fine if Aisha had stayed single after Nabu, like, just because people do move on, doesn't mean she has to date again.

So, Alt Con, Nex and... urgh, 'Thoren' are persona non grata, because let's be honest, they were introduced for shipping purposes and Daphne/Thoren was the stupidest thing to ever be shipped in Magix, I apologise if you like the ship, I don't mean to start a war, but it felt like it was so forced and it came out of even less than nowhere than Aisha/Nex.

Also Daphne isn't returning to life in the Alt Con, sorry, spoiler.

But Nabu isn't dying either. (I thought about it, but it was a stupid drama grab, so it's been chucked and set on fire. I did have an idea of a plot line for the closure, involving Nex as the son of a Valkyne who'd left Waltevy, and him taking Aisha to say a proper goodbye to Nabu, and freaking waiting for her to be ready to date again and just being a decent friggen person... but, yeah, nah.)

Salvaging Roy, even in Canon is actually pretty easy: Roy volunteered for the duty of driving Aisha around because he was actually good friends with Nabu, they went to school together before Roy joined the royal guard (or whatever), and while they never got the chance to meet while Nabu was alive, Roy wanted to get the chance to meet the young woman who stole Nabu's heart, the young woman who loved Nabu like he did. (yes, Roy is gay now.)

Boom! Roy: kept, forced attempt at shipping: gone, call back to that one dead character everyone loved in a way that could lead to closure: available.

(So yeah, Roy is also gay for his bestie in the Alt Con, but also understands that Nabu will never feel the same, and puts their friendship above his romantic interest... he might get someone one day...)

With the Alt Con, there are places where I want to run parallels, and the Aisha/Nabu|Ophir meeting is one of them, but also not.

Again, season 3 spoilers apply: Aisha will be meeting Nabu under the name Ophir, but it's not for 'nefarious purposes of deception' like Canon, it's just a misunderstanding no one cleared up until too late. Part of (Alt Con) Androsian culture is something called a 'Sidhe name', something that an Active magic user takes on when they achieve a certain level or status. Nabu's Sidhe name is Ophir, which he uses for important or official situations, like during the siege of Andros.

Ophir and Roy are showing up early on to take part in the defence of Andros, and to fight along side the Winx, not as love interests, but just as two guys who were available, who are capable and who are helping out.

'Ophir' and Aisha get along pretty well during the events, and Aisha's parents, having been quietly worried about finding someone who would be a good match for their 'not as courtly as she could be' daughter, reach out to Nabu's folks to see if he's in a relationship, and all parents get a little ahead of themselves which leads to the surprise engagement, which leads to Nabu tracking Aisha down to apologise and see if it is something she'd like to pursue or if they need to sit their parents down for a talk, which leads to the reveal, 'Ophir isn't my birth name, sorry, surprise I'm your fiance' moment, which is no longer a 'surprise your chosen-for-you future-husband is a rando stalker' event.

And because the parents went off the pre-existing mutual attraction rather than just up and picking a dude, it's less stupid when they get together anyway.

(I'm sorry but, Canon Aisha did not want to get hitched to some random guy, but he ended up being her first love? Urgh, maybe I'm just too jaded, but it just always hit me as a 'if you stick it out long enough you'll learn to love him, settle now to be happy later' message. I am so happy they did find love and happiness together, as brief as it was, but... come on not all arranged relationships end well...)

(And yes, Aisha will be taking Layla as her Sidhe name, because it is such A Thing within the fandom, I had to find a place to throw it in.)

Tecna/Timmy

Look, this ship is not a bad ship, I think I just don't like it because I liked that there was a romantic relationship that wasn't... standard hallmark romance or whatever. People aren't all the same, friendships and romantic relationships look different on different people, and I enjoyed that Tecna and Timmy were a... “bromance” style romance, that they knew what they had, and it was enough even if it didn't look like the other couples' relationships. If we had to have their relationship take up screen time, I would have preferred it wasn't a forced dinner date.

They were so uncomfortable, but as that damn subliminal message likes to tell us: 'normal dating is correct dating, your love is wrong, so in the end, their friends forcing them to do something they didn't want to do, and meddling in their relationship was “the right thing all along”'.

>:(

No, none of that in the Alt Con.

Tecna/Timmy is a lot slower in the Alt Con, because their friends are more respectful of their different emotional needs. Tecna is learning how to express herself in ways others can more easily see and recognise, but the Winx are also learning to read how Tecna expresses herself normally (for her).

Timmy is a capable leader, but also a bit introverted, while he can take charge, he's more of a team tactician, gathering the data and making it understandable.

Their relationship in the Alt Con is romantic, but it won't take up much 'screen' time, and it won't necessarily 'look' romantic.

Tecna and Timmy of the Alt Con are... shared spaces, quietly working on their own projects while in the same room, sharing tools as they work, they're technobabble too fast for anyone else to keep up, they're leaps in logic that only the other seems to follow in full, they're hooking pinky fingers together when they stand close.

They're slow and methodical and contented and they know where they are together, and they communicate well, even if they don't communicate like Brandon and Stella who do it loudly and with giant gestures and exaggerated facial expression, or Bloom and Sky who sit and hold hands and sometimes struggle to word things trying to make sure they're understood by the other because they're a little afraid.

Tecna and Timmy clicked quietly one piece of a puzzle at a time, and they know they don't do things like everyone else, but their way works for them, and that's what's important.

Flora/Helia

Look, I'mma be honest: this ship kinda irks me a little. It felt like Aisha showed up so Flora had to start the romantic process, because a maximum of 1 Winx may be single at a time. Again: this is not a bad ship, it just felt forced. (Like in Sailor Moon Crystal, how just because Serenity and Endymion were dating, their friendship group/generals/guards had to be exactly matched and dating each other too. This is not just my K/Z|M/Z shipper heart being bitter, it just always feels weird to me when this happens, like just because Juliet and Romeo had a thing, doesn't mean the Capulets and Montagues had to start dating one another... bad analogy let's move on.)

At this point, I have no plans for Flora and Helia to be A Thing in the Alt Con, but if it feels like there could be some natural development, I won't rule it out. Helia will still be around, he and Flora just won't be auto matched.

...I fell a little bad I don't have more to say about this ship... I guess... as 'blah' as I feel about them, even I think season 7 did them dirty?

Musa/Riven (feat. Darcy)

Ah yes, the other ship we probably all have strong 'fix it or end it forever' feelings for.

We as a fandom have talked this one over as well, we all know that no matter how passionate it was, the writers just could not let them get to a healthy place and stay there.

Any time it looked like these two dorks were going to be okay, and move past their rocky beginnings: NOPE! Misunderstanding because Riven is a 'Bad Boy' and Musa has abandonment issues which makes it hard for her to trust him... or something???

… honestly it's a little tricky to pin down exact reasoning with these two, because again, I don't think the writers have ever been anywhere near a healthy and supportive long term relationship, and they need to prolong the 'she can fix him if she just holds on' token relationship.

Because realistically that's what this one is, the ship that tells young girls that they can fix 'bad boys' if they just stick it out, that boys like that can be or want to be fixed and 'good boyfriends are prizes you get for fixing shitty ones'. It could have been so much more than that.

The problem is there was never any space where Musa wasn't 'in crush' with Riven or in a relationship with him, and there was only a few times when Riven got to not be an asshole, all of which were typically wipe away for status quo reasons within a few episodes.

So the starting point for these two (versus relationships) in the Alt Con, is Darcy. You all remember when Riven and Darcy dated in the first season, but it was so she could use him as a maybe spy? But she might have liked him for reals? But she totes dumped him like a sack of crap once he was no longer useful and once he did his redemption act, no one ever brought it up again?

I'm not the only one who remembers that right?

So Alt Con Darcy/Riven were actually in love, they met and clicked and it sizzled, and Darcy regretted having to choose between Riven and her sisters, to the point where she helped Riven escape, even though it ended up leading to her own downfall.

And Riven was genuinely in love with Darcy, even into season 2 and 3 he's still in love with her, but he's also trying to get over her, because she's a bad person who tried to rule/destroy the universe.

He had a shitty childhood, he has reasons (not excuses) for being the way he is, and being jealous of Sky's leadership position, but (and this is the important part) Riven knows he's kind of an asshole, and he knows he's not the nicest guy, and the one who wants to make Riven not an asshole, is Riven.

(Reasons: This is why I did the thing. | Excuses: This is why you should let me get way with it.)

Riven is relying on his friends, and yes on Musa too, to help him become a better person, but he's not leaving it all to them, they aren't forcibly shoving him down the road to redemption, Riven is taking responsibility and trying to be better for himself.

Fixing him is not Musa's job, she's just a friend who's supporting another friend on his road to self improvement.

That's not to say that Musa has only platonic friendship feels for Riven, oh no, she thirsts for that capable warrior man, but she also knows that he's kind of an asshole, and a pretty face is not enough to make a shitty attitude worth it.

Though she still occasionally checks him out, (because she has eyes, she can look,) Musa has set aside romantic ideas for the time being, and after season 1 the two settled into a bumpy but solid friendship.

If Musa/Riven do become A Thing, it will be far down the road after a long term friendship, once Riven has gotten to a place where he feels both okay with who he is as a person, and that he has moved on from Darcy and can share his heart with a new person the way they deserve (rather than forever being second string to his first girlfriend) ((and because they grew together while they were growing as people, not her getting a reward for waiting it out)).

(Yes I do understand she wasn't some blameless victim in an abusive relationship as this rant may have seemed to indicate, these two were both to blame for their poor communication and hang ups, but mostly because the writers were ass hats. This show is designed for young girls, every message in it is first intended for young girls, though they can be shared with anyone, and because my brain: what's the scariest maessage that can be taken from this fiasco of a relationship? ^that shit^)

Mirta/Lucy

It was Canon, and I'll hear nothing to the contrary, but holy shit did Lucy keep running back to the Trix and treating Mirta like crap.

I am giving them a little more screen time, and an ongoing background arc, so I let them talk it out.

Alt Con Mirta and Lucy are in 'denial' (they just shy) about being 'together' as of the end of season 2, but they've moved past their fears of being abandoned by one another just because their lives and magics have taken them down different roads.

They'll finish figuring their shit out eventually.

Daphne/Thoren

… no, none of this. Just... just no, thank you. She's staying 'dead' and he doesn't exist.

Palladium/Avalon

So in Canon, Palladium had a crush on who he thought was Avalon, but was actually a monster in disguise. This was never addressed, nor was any trauma Avalon may have suffered during his imprisonment, or the fact that people at Alfea would have acted like they knew him, when they didn't and that would have been confusing until he got to know them all.

This was a ship in it's infancy that never got to be, because it was based on even more of a lie than Bloom/Sky, Stella/Brandon, Aisha/Nabu in Canon.

The Canon of this ship was straight up (ha, pun) queer baiting, let's be real, so Alt Con switched a few key details.

1: Avalon was possessed by a demonic sleeper agent rather than an entire fake!Avalon, so the relationship actually happened, and didn't get retconned last minute.

2: The students ship it

3: Avalon feels like shit about being possessed, but he and Palladium are working through it together

End Note:

I personally feel like the two biggest problems facing the relationships in the Winx Club was the absolute lack of communication between people allegedly in relationships, and the writer's need for Status Quo Drama.

(Status Quo Drama: things that happen to create drama and are never truly solved in a satisfactory manner despite being 'resolved' by the end of the arc in a way that leaves all characters right back where they started while pretending their was some kind of progression.)

#Winx #winx club #Winx Alternative Continuity #Winx Alt Con #winx ships #shipping rant #I APOLOGISE FOR EVERYTHING #ranting about shipping #i’m just bitching now #I got an Ask!#Asking Alternix

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ask dump! Separated loosely by topic

Questions and Comments

1. is this a homestuck thing. this is a homestuck thing isnt it 2. lol i love doing both!!! i love world building but i also like trying my hand at redesigning the mess that is canon fashion. @theoretical-artist 3. thank you!!! oritel and marion are in this post! 4. ayyyyy inginio hit me up (thank you lol) 5. Thank you! 6. maybe? i’ll see if i get around to it, i still have a few characters to get to so the school fairies and the last two selkies might show up with them 7. probably not.... it would be super fun but unless it was a commission i don’t feel like i have time haha 8. I’ve seen their blog around!! i can’t remember if i follow or not but i know who ur talking about and they cool @winxy-writing @winxys-written-world

Character and Worlbuilding

1. My brilliant nerd daughter!!! She sometimes gets so into coding or a video game she forgets to eat or drink so the girls watch out for her. She’s prone to dissociating, especially if the situation is emotional. Her hair is really soft. she actually loves sappy romantic things but has trouble accepting them or vocalizing that she wants them because they’re impractical/illogical. she discovered romcoms when she got to alfea and they are her ultimate guilty pleasure(only flora knows abt this and is always slipping recs to her) 2. They’re weirdly one of my fav couples??? like maybe its because i relate to and have projected onto both of them lmao. but any ways. Daphne and Thoren actually met when they were kids, but didn’t spend much time together because it was at a formal event. Daphne is technically 20 years older than Thoren(only a few years older than Sky), but they’re the same physical age because Daphne spent so long as a spirit. They probably wouldn’t get married as quickly in my version, especially with Daphne’s trauma. Daphne will have nightmares sometimes and Thoren has a whole routine for comforting her and helping her feel safe and grounded. Thoren gets anxious easily, and Daphne will use her magic to subtly change the environment so he feels more comfortable. they like to watch reality tv together and yell at dramatic people. 3. omg yes. this was the most frustrating thing i was watching through winx with my dad like a month ago and every time bloom called her adoptive parents by their first names i yelled at her lol. she would call Vanessa mama and Mike daddy(if you make a kink joke i will eat your liver). She would call Marion and Oritel mom and dad. 4. Yeah kind of! part of her exhaustion in Dowlland was the fact that she had been in fairy mode for so long, hiking underground, and tossed around in a river like??? anybody would need a pick me up after that. She (and all solarians) do have to live where there’s a lot of natural light as they require a high amount of vitamin d(or the equivalent of it for solarians). short trips usually aren’t a problem, Stella is just hella unlucky in the second season lmao. @moonpeachblossom 5. the short answer as to why she’s a blond (scottish??? in one of the dubs???) in an asian inspired culture/planet is because racism (or not so short bcus its a lot to unpack honestly). the answer in my version however is a pretty simple fix. She bleaches her hair. she’s paler than musa but she aint white. 6. I haven’t really yet!! Helia is struggling with his two fairly opposed cultural influences, trying to figure what he wants and whats right for him. He was raised on Lynphea but had frequent trips to Vaonaa. Lynphea is very grounded, they’re slow and steady and stubborn. Vaonaa is much more flexible, they’re flighty and spontaneous and easily adaptable. Helia’s dads love eachother and helia very much but they are VERY different people and both want different things from Helia(they try not to pressure too much but the expectations are still there). Helia’s Vaonaaj dad wants him to pursue magic, specifically wind or air magic. Helia’s Lynphean dad wants him to become a warrior. Helia feels like he’s kind of a misfit in both Vaonaaj and Lynphean culture. It took a while, but he did finally confide his feelings in Flora and she encouraged him to talk with his dads about finding his niche. 7. oooooooh fun fun relationshipsssss Bloom and Sky: so bloom and sky aren’t the most stable couple, and in my version it would take bloom a little longer to be ok with dating a prince. Bloom is fairly insecure in her relationships because of self worth issues, and tend to run away from problems instead of dealing with them. Sky on the other hand is confident but doesn’t really know how to handle people’s feelings and tends to push confrontation. I do believe that with better writing Sky and bloom could be a dope couple but as is in canon they’re VERY problematic. Stella and Brandon: babies. they love each other so much its the best omg. Stella finds her worth in her appearance but she always seems to take brandon’s complements in a less.... arrogant way? if that makes sense? like she truly appreciates them and wants his support. i wish we knew more about Brandon but he’s legit such a good boyfriend. I think they fight mostly when Stella is being a little selfish, or when Brandon is too busy to meet her emotional needs. Flora and Helia: MORE BABIES. so Helia is more of a drama queen in the comics but we’ll ignore that for right now lol. Flora and Helia are probably the least problematic couple in the entire show. They met. Flirted a little. Confessed. and started dating with out any major problems. if i can remember correctly they don’t even really fight??? unless icy has frozen helia’s heart or something lol. I think both Helia and Flora’s love language is quality time so they’re fairly low key and just like to be in the same space and each other. Musa and Riven: boy oh boy. Ok so, ignoring the several times Riven was LITERALLY MIND CONTROLLED his character is still difficult to deal with. I think Musa and Riven are both very intense people, and while that can be super fun and develop into a good relationship, it can also lead to LOTS of problems. I think my major problem with how they broke up was that Musa didn’t support Riven’s training? like i understand being upset you can’t see ur person often, or if they’re really busy, but Riven supported Musa’s music several times in the previous seasons it just seemed weird Musa was so unfairly demanding of him? Tecna and Timmy: nerd babies. They’re super cute honestly. I think Timmy was probably the one to instigate the relationship and bonded with Tecna over technology since she wasn’t super emotionally available at first. They have issues when Tecna is unable to voice her emotions and timmy needs to know what she’s feeling mostly, but after the first few times they’ve both learned to give the other space to figure their stuff out. Aisha and Nabu: ugh perfect couple. minus the kind of sketchy beginning lol. Aisha and Nabu generally don’t fight once they get used to each other. Nabu is a focal point that aisha is kind of bungee corded to if that makes sense? like obvi not in a restricting way. its just Aisha is hella active and needs her own space to explore and grow, but Nabu is her solid ground that she relies on. Aisha and Nex: i actually don’t hate nex as much as the rest of the fandom lol. so like i said Aisha is an active, independent woman, and if Nabu was a separate, stationary, focal point for her, I think Nex is related, moving, counter point. So like Nex can actually keep up with Aisha, and push her and challenge her. Which isn’t a bad thing in relationships so long as a mutual respect is there. 8. well. canon is a little..... messy. My version of the girls definitely retain their individualism. for other differences... they’re just a little more fleshed out? i guess? like Bloom’s moody behavior in the show i think is because of her insecurity issues, so that plays a part in how i draw her and think of her. 9. ok wow this is gonna be tough well here we go Sky: I think sky is an ESTJ he’s not super emotional(inf Fe) but can lean toward controlling(dom Te). he seems to like tradition and think social promises are important(Si). Brandon: ESFJ. Brandon is the mom friend of the boys ok. He goes along with sky’s crazy plans, tries to subtly set Riven up with musa(season 1 i think?), some how managed to land a social butterfly like Stella and seems to just navigate social situations REALLY easily(dom Fe). he also seems to hate being disrespected or taken for granted(Si) stella does this occasionally. Timmy: ISFJ???? thats the vibe i get hear me out ok so in season 2 Timmy gets tecna the exact computer part she needs because 1. He knows they both like things to be practical(Si) 2. He knows and remembered the part she was talking about and filed it away in his brain(Ti) and 3. He and Tecna bonded over tech (Fe) Riven: honestly he’s a tough one.... Maybe a really stunted and angry ISFJ? (speaking from personal experience i am an ISFJ) i don’t have a real reason why but riven’s behavior is really confusing in the show so it makes typing tough..... possibly INTJ as well....... Helia: ISFP. Lmao I might be basing this entirely off of stereotypes but helia has a strong pacifist belief and can be moody(Fi, and more in the comics lol) is attuned to his surroundings(Se) seems pretty focused??(Ni) and i can’t think of his Te showing up be it is an inferior Nabu: ISTJ weirdly a good fit with Aisha(ESTP) tho?? even though he’s an Si dom, he doesn’t go along with the arranged marriage because its not what he believes(Fi) and he’s stubborn about it(Te). Roy: ENFJ honestly just a cutie. He’s personable(Fe), focused for the most part(Ni), and is comfortable in his environment(Se). Nex: ENTP? maybe?? He’s pretty impulsive and has that “work around” mentality I associate with ENTPs.... idk this one doesn’t seem to fit super well... Thoren: Maybe INFJ?? i mean thoren honestly doesn’t have a lot of screen time but he’s attentive(Ni), and tries to take care of people(Fe). most of the infj’s i know are fun but weird lol, but i think thoren has anxiety so that could play into him being less “out there” in his behavior. if any of yall have input on this feel free to let me know. 10. ooooooh good question. So I’m basing these on their parent’s name and the names of people from their planet. Bloom: Hestia or Enya, i also think she got sent to earth with an article of clothing or a blanket that had her name on it, which is why her name is the same lmao Stella: Stella is actually named pretty appropriately considering the other names we have are Luna, Radius, Nova, Chimera, and Casandra, all of those are fairly latin/roman based names. but she could also be called Clara, Aura, Venus etc. Musa: Her mom and dad have very asian sounding names but the princess of melody is named Galatea, so honestly anything is on the table. Aulos, Hee-Young, Jia Li, Kaida, etc. Tecna: lol everybody on Zenith has ridiculous names so im just loosely basing them off of sciencey stuff. Nobelia, Xenon, Titania. Aisha: I actually really like Aisha’s name! Ayize, Sizani, Mehrbano would work tho. Flora: what even is the naming system of Lynphea i don’t understand it. Im gonna make them vaguely naturey and European-ish?? Calla, Terra, Rowan, Willow, I could go on and on there are so many plant names. 11. Hmmm yeah, so basically in my world a person with TOO MUCH magic gets overwhelmed and kinda goes a little crazy(the ancestral witches) the same thing happens with tritannus when he gets the emperor's throne power. He’s loyal to icy and she to him until he looses his ability to think clearly and turns on icy, icy gets freaked out and leaves with her sisters when they swoop in to rescue her. they don’t so much “break up” as they are “broken up” by the circumstances. In general Tritannus does really like Icy, hes attracted to her ambition and powerful personality. Icy started out just manipulating Tritannus but caught feelings oops 12. Yeah so, humans in general can withstand a lot of wild magic as their body “metabolizes” it quickly. Kalshara(the cat lady you don’t know the name of) used extremely concentrated samples, combined with other spells to keep the wild magic in her body permanently. If a human with out a properly developed magic biome (a lot of earthians only have a low functioning one) get exposed to a wild magic source they would probably gain some aspects of fairy animals, probably not like, fur, or anything but eye and hair color changes, maybe some patterns on the skin. but there’s also the chance that they would just.... die..... cus that happens with animals too lmao sry. @weirdghostly

#winx #winx club #winxems #askems #theoretical-artist #moonpeachblossom #weirdghostly #anonymous #ask dump #this is so long im so sorry

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A Hat in Time Oneshot: Bedtime Stories

Inspired by an awesome Borrower AU created by @monster-monsoon (seriously go check out their stories and art, it’s all amazing!)

Essentially Borrower Hat Kid starts getting homesick and it’s up to Human Bean Snatcher to help make her feel better by telling her a bedtime story. This, naturally, results in some fluff and feels moments from both characters.

Also this will be the first of my many Tumblr exclusive oneshots! So just check under the read more thingy to check out this story. (Also it’s more than 4 thousand words so enjoy that too!

“Hey Snatcher, can you tell me a bedtime story?” Hat Kid asked, looking up at the massive Bean with her signature puppy dog eyes.

While the past several days had progressed rather smoothly in the Bean filled apartment, despite the arguments that still went on between Conductor and DJ Grooves, and Snatcher’s random pranks, a sudden bout of feeling homesick had taken over her, making it difficult to focus on anything other than her lost and worried family.

Cooking with Cookie left her feeling hollow, watching Conductor and DJ Grooves argue just made her feel sad, remembering how Bow and Timmy would bicker with each other, and even pulling pranks with Snatcher did nothing to lighten her mood.

Naturally this had also made it rather difficult to fall asleep that, which lead to her previous question towards one of the humans she had grown closest to.

Snatcher sighed, reaching up to scratch as the fluffy mess of black hair that sat atop his head as he stared at the child standing on the floor before him. He was worried, having noticed the Borrower’s strange behaviour earlier in the day, and wondered if her sudden question had something to do with how she was currently feeling.

But he was not so heartless as to deny her something that would, hopefully, make her feel better.

“Sure thing kiddo, just let me find one of my old books.” Snatcher said, turning around to dig through one of the several dusty boxes. “Go wait in your bed, I’ll be over soon.”

The child frowned. She was definitely glad he was willing to tell her a bedtime story, and yet she felt... odd sleeping in that tiny room while the Bean read to her. So instead of walking over to the dollhouse that she usually slept in, she remained on the floor, watching Snatcher dig through the pile of boxes. Finally after several minutes he turned around, large book held in his hands, and caught sight of her still standing on the floor.

A faint frown appeared on his own face and he bent his knees, lowering himself so he could get a better look at the Borrower while he placed the book off to the side. “You okay kid?”

“Yeah, I just...” She trailed off, nervously looking to the floor while she played with the bottom of her shirt.

Luckily enough the human had understood her unspoken question, immediately realizing why she looked so nervous.

Snatcher smiled softly, lowering a hand to the floor. “Get over here, kiddo.”

Hat Kid smiled and scampered forwards, jumping up into the offered hand. In moments she was lifted up and up, carefully held close to Snatcher’s chest. From there he slowly walked forward, not wanting to make the child in his grasp fall, until he reached his bed.

He then lowered his hand, allowing the child to jump off, and watched with a smile as she immediately made her way to the pillow at the top of his bed. When she was settled he sat down, causing the child to laugh as the springy mattress bounced her up and down.

“Alright,” He began, grabbing the heavy book off of the floor. “So I’ve got several law book, but since you’re a kid I figured I’d start with something basic.”

Law books? Just what kind of Bean stories had Snatcher found for her?!

He cleared his throat and read out the title of the book he held. The name completely escaped the Borrower, but from what she could tell it was long and sounded like it would only put her to sleep, not entertain her or make her feel better.

“Your books are boring.” Hat Kid muttered, crossing her arms and leaning back on the strangely soft pillow. “Don’t you have anything fun to read?”

“Kid, law books are a great read, you just haven’t got the knack for it!” Snatcher eagerly flipped through the pages, recalling some of his favourite chapters from when he was still in law school. “We can go through the basics of the legal system-”

“Booooooooooooring!” She whined. “It sounds so boring!”

He huffed and set the book aside, just a bit offended at her response towards one of his favourite textbooks. Perhaps he could try pulling out his copy of Faust, another excellent academic read, but he had a feeling her response would be the same.

“Don’t you know any stories kid?”

The Borrower frowned. Sure, there were plenty of tales she had been told while she was growing up, but most of them were just lessons about how dangerous the world they lived in was, and the risks about getting too close to Beans.

In other words, they were not proper bedtime stories.

She shook her head, making the human sigh. He flopped backwards, making Hat Kid bounce up and down again. He looked up at the dusty ceiling as he thought about what to do next.

Meanwhile off to the side, the Borrower watched as Snatcher tried to figure out what to do next. After a couple minutes of waiting an idea formed in her mind. She walked over to the human and poked the side of his face, smiling when he turned to look at her.

“Why don’t you make up a story?” The child suggested.

Make up his own story? But he had no idea what kind of story would interest her, or any kid for that matter! Uh, kids liked Disney movies, and cartoons, and uh...

Hm...

Fairy tales?

Fairy tales has princes and princesses in them, right? Perhaps that would be a good place to start, and then he could change his story depending on how the child reacted to it.

“Once upon a time there was a magical kingdom, and in this kingdom lived a Prince and a Princess.” Snatcher began, looking down at the single person who made up his audience.

Hat Kid, now happy to see that the Bean had taken her suggestion to heart, eagerly sat up with her hands resting on her knees.

“The Prince and Princess were madly in love. They spent practically every hour of every day together. The Prince was a bit of a goofball but loved learning, and the Princess...”

He swallowed, mind only conjuring a familiar face framed by blonde hair.

“She was something.”

He continued his tale, spinning stories about the Prince and Princess spending their days together, the Prince protecting his Princess, and how deeply in love the duo were. Occasionally he would pause, recalling certain memories of his past that made his heart ache, but he continued to speak, hoping the Borrower child would feel better.

Luckily enough it seemed as though his story was having its desired effect on the kiddo. She was no longer sitting upright and had actually moved herself so she was lying down on the pillow. Her hands were resting under her head and her eyes were closed.

She had fallen asleep.

“And the Prince and Princess lived happily ever after, the end.” He whispered, finishing his tale with a smile.

Unconsciously he found himself removing the Borrower’s signature hat and started gently brushing her hair, smile growing larger as she mumbled something under her breath and snuggled the pillow a bit more.

“She’s too cute.” He whispered, that massive smile still stretched across his face.

Snatcher then set her hat off to the side, certain she would be upset if she woke up to find it wrinkled or crumpled up, and decided it would be best to also get some sleep so he was not exhausted the next day.

Now if only his crappy mattress agreed with his decision.

He cringed as the mattress underneath him groaned and squeaked. No matter how quietly he tried to move the old piece of furniture seemed determined to make as much noise as possible. He was, eventually, able to get himself lying down, looking over at the sleeping child one more time.

“Night kiddo.” Snatcher muttered, rolling over onto his side and joining her in slumber.

Several hours later the young Borrower stirred, having been woke up by horrible nightmare where both her family and the Human Beans she had gotten close to suddenly disappeared, leaving her alone in the darkness.

She sat up, wiping at her watery eyes, and looked around the barely lit attic. The full moon shone through the nearby window, faintly lighting up the bed she and Snatcher were on, but it left everything else in the shadows.

Hat Kid looked over at the human she had grown closest to during her stay. He was facing away from her, fluffy black hair sprawled across the pillows as he snored, oblivious to her distraught state.

Not that she would blame him. It was unfair she had forced herself upon the Humans Beans that lived here, made them help take care of her while her family searched desperately for her in the big, scary world…

The Borrower child sniffled, wiping away the tears that were now falling down her cheeks. She was crushed by her homesickness, loneliness making her feel more and more isolated and scared!

But Snatcher was here…

A sudden snort escaped said human, and he rolled over a bit, face now looking towards her. He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his stomach while the other rested at his side. He was still deeply asleep, his snores and closed eyes giving that away, so she took the time to look him over, inspecting the Bean that had tried to help her feel better.

Human Beans were so weird, with how tall they were and their strange ways of living. They were terrifying from a distance, and yet once she had gotten to know them they were so nice.

Even if the Conductor had been a bit scary at first.

Hat Kid’s eyes landed on the pocket of his fancy, dark purple top that he had not bothered to change before going to bed. Several times she had sat atop Snatcher’s shoulder, and even the Conductor’s when he was not arguing with the DJ or drinking, but she had never been in any of their pockets.

It made sense since she would not be able to see anything considering how short she was, and the Human Beans always found it weird when she sat on their shoulders, scared they might accidentally hurt her, so it would probably be even weirder if she suggested sitting in their pockets.

But now a plan had formed in her mind, a plan that involved that pocket.

She was scared, worried she might make Snatcher mad by waking him up, and yet as time went on and she continued to feel worse, even more tears falling down her face, she knew there was only one choice she could make.

Cautiously, the nervous Borrower used the human’s arm to boost herself up to his chest, doing her best to not accidentally wake him up in the process.

She could feel his chest rising and falling beneath her, making it a bit hard to walk towards her goal, but eventually she did it. Once she reached the pocket she crouched down, crawled into it, and was immediately engulfed by the darkness.

A faint giggle escaped her. Somehow the sounds of his heartbeat and breathing were amplified here. She lay down and rested her head against his chest, smile growing as the warmth from his body slowly sank into hers, making her drowsy.

Hat Kid sighed softly and curled up against Snatcher, his heartbeat acting as a lullaby that slowly began to make her fall asleep.

But just as she was about to drift off those images flashed before her eyes once again. Timmy and Bow reaching out for her, Thor and Tim shouting as they desperately tried to find out where she was, all the Human Beans she had gotten close to during her stay here vanishing into the darkness, leaving her all alone.

It was too much for the distraught Borrower.

A sharp sob broke free as tears began to fall out of her eyes once again. She desperately pressed a hand against her mouth trying to muffle the sounds that she kept making so she did not wake Snatcher up, but this proved to be a futile attempt as she soon felt the human begin to stir.

“Kiddo?” The Bean muttered, sitting up slightly as the sound of someone sobbing reached his ears. He reached a hand up to wipe at his blurry eyes. “What’s going on?”

He looked over to his left and felt his heart drop when he realized that the Borrower child was no longer there. Panic filled him in an instant. “Kid?!”

Hat Kid let out a soft squeak as he suddenly sat up, clinging to his shirt so she did not fall down to the bottom of the pocket. Snatcher easily heard the faint noise and curiously peered down at his suit pocket.

She looked up as his massive golden eyes looked down at her, filled with concern. She sniffled once again and wiped at her eyes, hoping to get rid of her tears before he noticed them.

“There you are.” He breathed, and she could feel his heartbeat slow as he calmed down. “You scared the life out of me kid!”

“Sorry,” She mumbled, voice so soft he could barely hear her. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, I just-”

Snatcher shook his head, interrupting the guilty child. “You don’t need to apologize kid, it’s okay.”

Now certain of Hat Kid’s location, he slowly laid back down on the bed. He was still concerned over how she was feeling, especially since she had actually moved to be closer to him even though the risk of him hurting her was significantly higher, and wondered what he could do to help.

Clearly the story had not worked, but perhaps there was something else he could think of...

“Snatcher, did the Princess and Prince actually live happily ever after?” Hat Kid asked in the silence of the attic.

The question surprised him, not only because of how out of the blue it was, but also because he had thought she had been asleep during the ending of his story. He looked down at her and winced when he caught sight of the knowing look in her blue eyes.

Just how could a child be so innocent and so mature at the same time? Was it Burrower nature, or something else?

“No kid,” He sighed, letting his hand rest over the child that was curled up on his chest. “They didn’t.”

“What happened?”

A rueful smile appeared on his face as he considered the question. There was a part of him that wanted to change the subject, not wanting to relive that part of his life, but the rest of him argued that perhaps this was the story the child had been looking for.

A tale about being lost and finding a home, finding a family that cared about you no matter how different you were.

“As time went on the Prince began to notice something strange going on with his Princess. She started making changes to his life that he never asked for, and freaked out over the tiniest of mistakes he made.”

Snatcher winced at the memories, recalling the furious, reddish brown eyes that would constantly glare at him. He remembered the shouting, the fighting.

Going to his parents for help but hearing how dare you upset her she’s so good to you you have to be better for her instead. Hearing them blatantly say that clearly he could not be in an abusive relationship unless he had been hitting her-

He exhaled sharply, shaking the memories off as he tried to return his focus to telling the story, his story. “Eventually one day he had enough and decided to leave.”

He then chuckled, remembering the next part of his tale in vivid detail. “The Prince knew it would be too dangerous to leave out the main gate, so he climb down from his window and fell into a bunch of bushes.”

He had actually fallen into a dumpster when fleeing his crazy ex and garbage family, but he was not about to tell the child that embarrassing detail.

“And then he ran as far as he could, escaping from the miserable life that had been forced upon him. The Prince was now free to choose what he wanted to do, and no longer had to listen to anyone but himself.”

Yes he was free, but at what price? He could no longer stay in contact with his parents, not after their remarks towards his situation with Vanessa, and whenever he went outside he risked having his crazy ex find out where he lived.

It was the main reason why he rarely left the dusty attic or the apartment, even to deal with his clients. The risks were just far too great.

He was lucky his uncle had been so understanding of his situation and offered him a place to stay...

“So what happened after?” The Borrower child suddenly asked, breaking him out of the memory filled trance he had fallen into.

“Huh?”

“The Prince, what happened to him after he left?” She repeated, curiosity demanding an answer.

She already knew that Snatcher was basing the story off of himself based on how he had reacted before she had fallen asleep, but she wanted to know what else he had gone through after escaping his “Princess”.

How he had gotten here.

“Geeze kiddo, you sure seem worried about the Prince.” Snatcher commented.

“Well the Princess has a bunch of people to look after her, and she’s a jerk anyways.” Hat Kid huffed, making the human chuckle warmly.

“Yeah, I guess she is.” He wheezed.

After his laughing fit had faded he cleared his throat and continued talking, though this time he actually sounded happy after telling his tale.

“Eventually the Prince managed to run into his uncle who told him about a cottage he had set up in a nearby forest. No one wanted to live there because strange, magical creatures inhabited that forest, but the Prince was desperate and needed a safe place to stay.”

His uncle, he should call him again at some point. Check up on how he was doing and maybe invite him over for a coffee or something.

Definitely when no one else was around, of course.

“And in the magical forest that was now his home, the Prince moved in to his uncle’s cottage. His new home was very small and dirty, and even though the Prince did little to clean it up it felt far more like home than his castle.”

His parent’s luxurious home, their several cars. The swimming pool and even the maids that would drop by to clean up before his parent’s parties. None of it ever felt warm or comfortable to him, it had always been so cold and unfeeling there.

“Of course he had neighbors.” Snatcher continued, a smirk appearing on his face as he figured out how to continue the next part of his tale. “A witch who crafted potions to heal the sick, two muses, artistic spirits who constantly argued over whose latest creation was the best.”

Cookie, DJ Grooves, the Conductor, all interesting characters who had somehow become the center of his world. It would be hard to imagine what the apartments would be like if any of them left.

Including the Borrower who had wormed her way into his life.

“But the strangest creature he had encountered was a thief who broke into his home and stole whatever sweets he had in the cupboards.” A laugh escaped the Borrower child, easily realizing who this character was supposed to represent in the story.

“He was more curious than mad, wondering just who was sneaking in when he back was turned, so one day he came up with a plan to discover the identity of his thief. The next day the Prince found his thief, having gotten stuck in the honey he had laid out the night before, and found that she was not at all what his was expecting.”

Snatcher paused, taking a moment to enjoy the intense look on his listener’s face. Man, she was really into this story!

“His thief was an adorable, tiny fairy.”

“A fairy?” Hat Kid gasped, crawling out of his pocket so she could look up at him with those big eyes. “Really?”

“Yup!” Snatcher chuckled, carefully lowering one of his fingers so he could playfully mess up the child’s hair. “Apparently the fairy had one heck of a sweet tooth, so she had been breaking in and stealing some of his sugar when he wasn’t looking. Apparently when he put the honey out she couldn’t help herself and tried to get some, which is how she got caught.”

“What did he do with the fairy?”

The Bean smiled and continued to ruffle the child’s hair. “Well, he set her free and told her if she ever needed any sugar she could always come back and get some more, like a certain Borrower I happen to know.”

Hat Kid giggled and tried to push his finger away. “Snatcher, you’re messing up my hair!”

He relented, laughing when she tried to fix her tousled locks. “You’ve got some bedhead there, kiddo!”

She huffed. “No thanks to you, and what happened after he let the fairy go?!”

The human’s smile grew warm as he continued his story. “Well, she kept visiting him and they became friends, and a spectacular pranking team.”

“And then did they live happily ever after?” The Borrower asked, looking up at him with a hopeful smile on her face.

“Yeah kid,” Snatcher replied. “They did.”

That smile remained on the child’s face, even as her eyes began to drop thanks to her exhaustion catching up to her. “That was a great story, thanks Snatcher.”

“You’re welcome kiddo.” He whispered, nudging her back into his pocket. “Sweet dreams.”

Hat Kid sighed and curled up against her guardian, nuzzling her face into his shirt as she listened to his calming heartbeat once again. In seconds she was asleep, completely relaxed and no longer bothered by the worries and fears that had tormented her earlier.

Snatcher smiled down at the sleeping Borrower curled up in his pocket. His hand was still resting over her, providing even more warmth to help sooth her. He felt totally relaxed but did not intend to fall asleep, worried he might accidentally turn over and squash the child.

Eh, oh well, he had pulled many sleepless nights while he was still in school.

So the duo remained like this until dawn broke over the world, Snatcher keeping all of the child’s nightmares at bay with his presence while Hat Kid slumbered on, dreaming of the moment when her two families would finally get the chance to meet one another.

Omake:

Snatcher groaned as the light from the windows shined on his face, making him wince and lift a hand up to try and block the annoying rays. He yawned, sat up, and stretched, sighing as his spine popped pleasantly. A couple more stretches had the human feeling much more awake, but he felt as though there was something he was forgetting about.

Had he left his phone somewhere? He patted his pockets, finding all of them to be empty.

His pocket...

The kid!

“Hat Kid?” He uttered, looking left and right as he tried to find out where the Borrower had gone to. “Where are you, kiddo?”

A quick glance to his right had him noticing a sheet of paper that had been left on his desk. He picked it up and held it before his eyes, frowning when he noticed how sloppy the handwriting was. It was as if whoever had written it had some struggle in holding the pencil since some of the letters were crooked and a bit squiggly.

In fact the writing itself was very small...

He squinted and did his best to read the note, a faint smile appearing on his face as he deciphered the words.

Hey Snatcher, you looked so comfy I didn’t want to wake you up! I’m downstairs eating breakfast so don’t worry about me :3

PS I hope you like your new hairdo :D

“New hair? What’s she-” Snatcher froze and quickly lifted a hand up to run it through his hair. He immediately encountered what felt like knots or some sort of tangles, but he had a feeling Hat Kid was not malicious enough to do something like that.

So what had she done to him?

He dug through some boxes and pulled out a dusty mirror. A quick wipe with his sleeve left the reflective surface as clean as he could get it and he held it up to his face, immediately catching sight of the Borrower’s handiwork.

She had braided his hair while he had been sleeping.

The peaceful breakfast downstairs was disturbed when loud, hearty laughter erupted from the attic. The Conductor nearly dropped his mug of coffee, and almost immediately started cursing, while Grooves just looked up to the ceiling in amusement.

Cookie glanced down at the Borrower by her side on the counter, easily noticing the mischievous smile on her face.

“What did you do to Snatcher?”

Hat Kid grinned. “Oh, I just gave him a little makeover, that’s all.”

#my story #inspired by an au created by MonsterMonsoon #fanfiction #a hat in time #ahit #borrower au #hat kid #snatcher #fluff and feels #hat kid gets homesick and snatcher tells her a bedtime story #oneshot #tumblr exclusive oneshot

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Swan

Requested: Anonymous

Well...You know you can’t hope for just fluff from me! So it’s a little angsty, but a very, very happy ending.

Pairing: Natasha X Fem!Reader

Word Count:4569

Warnings: Swearing, Abuse, Beating, Blood, parental abuse, mention of suicide

Request: Hello, I hope you're well! I was wondering if you could write something super fluffy and loving and happy for a Natasha Romanoff x reader? I'm struggling to recover from infinity war and need to ignore our reality. I love you and your writing!!

a/n: You left it pretty open, I hope you are happy with the result!

Masterlist

Wiping down the counter of the bar, you gazed out through the hazy glass door. You hated your job. Working as a bartender in a bar in a sleazy part of Queens had never been in your dreams.

But that’s what happened when your father was one of the biggest names in the underground black markets. He owned this bar in his string of money laundering businesses. And he made you the middleman.

Of course, you had wanted to say no. After all, it would mean dropping out of college, and saying goodbye to your dream of being a dancer, but your father did not know the meaning of no. And you knew what he would do to you if you disobeyed him.

Just because the people who knew who you were, called you the Queens Princess, didn’t mean your father treated you as such.

Ever since your mother killed herself when you were only five years old, your father had become more and more aggressive. You bore the bruises and scars from his drunken rages and his resentment of you looking so much like the love he had lost.

“[Y/n]....it’s almost closing time, you can take off if you want, I can handle the last call.” You turned with a small smile to Susan, the elderly woman who worked behind the bar with you.

You glanced back out through the glass door as the sky got darker. “Thanks Susan. I’ll be here for opening tomorrow, so that you can watch little Timmy graduate kindergarten.” You hugged Susan.

Running to the back, you whipped off your apron and took your hair out of the stiff bun, letting you [h/c] hair flow freely.

Grabbing your sports duffel, you took off out of the bar. Breathing in the fresh air, free of cigarette smoke and the stench of whiskey, you spun in a circle, your arms outstretched.

This is what you lived for, freedom.

Your happiness came to a quick close when you heard your cell ringing. Taking it out of your jeans pocket, you groaned when you saw who it was.

Hitting answer, you put it up to your ear and huffed, “Yeah?”

Your father’s right hand man spoke into the phone, “There’s going to be a shipment of some goods tomorrow morning at ten. Boss wants you there to sign for it and to make sure that the dealers don’t double cross us.”

You walked down the dark sidewalks, hugging your arms for warmth as you growled into the phone, “I just got done, it’s already one Am and he wants me there at ten? And what about my safety? He probably doesn’t even care that I might get killed one of these days over a deal gone bad.”

The henchmen sighed deeply, he knew about your life, he had been with your father since the beginning, “Look, Princess, I know you don’t like it. But your father only trusts me and you. He’s gotten so paranoid these past years. Please, I can send some backup men if your worried.”

You sighed, stopping in front of the building you had been walking to you glanced around at the empty neighborhood, “Alright, fine. Thanks. I’ll see them at ten at the bar then.”

You hung up the phone and entered the dark warehouse. You had entered through the back door which led to a set of stairs that went down.

Reaching the basement, the atmosphere changed from dark and gloomy, to calm and peaceful. The room was alight with soft lamps and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. On one wall was another set of double doors. There was a makeup table and a rack full of costumes. You set your duffel down and pulled out your outfit for the night. It was a black ballerina outfit with a black full face mask and black ballet shoes.

Sitting at your makeup desk, you began applying kohl around your eyes when the double doors opened and a spry older gentleman walked through, “Ah, the black swan is here at last! We got a full house tonight!”

You laughed, applying red lipstick you glanced towards him, “You say that everynight Kevin, and yet there’s always room for more.”

Kevin, the man who had found you dancing on stage during your college years and had offered you freedom to dance and get paid, smiled and leaned against his cane. “Yes my dear. But tonight, we have some very esteemed quests.”

You frowned, pulling off your jeans and shirt to put on the ballerina outfit. No shame or modesty of undressing in front of Kevin. He was a player on the other team anyways. As were you. So you two got along great as friends and business partners.

“What do you mean? The only way people know about this club is through word of mouth and personal invitation. Who did you invite?”

You pulled on the black mask, which only showed your shadows [e/c] eyes and red lips, and adjusted your hair. Worriedly, you wondered if he had invited your father. He didn’t know that this is what you did after your shift at the bar. He would forbid it and probably burn the warehouse to the ground if he ever found out that his daughter was a ballerina dancer for an elite club.

As you leaned over to tie your ribbons up your legs, Kevin giggled and clapped his hands like a schoolgirl. “The Avengers!”

You froze. Kevin didn’t know about your family history. You just told him that you had absent parents. Dancing at night for his secret club worked well for you. And the elite clientele allowed him to charge a lot. So you got paid clean money, instead of dirty money from your father’s enterprise.

But you knew who the Avengers were, and you didn’t know if they knew who you were. You tried your best to stay as anonymous as possible. Most people either knew you as Queens Princess, the arms dealer’s, or as the Black Swan, the elusive dancer who never showed their face.

“What? Why?” You asked, trying to keep your voice normal. No police, or authorities were supposed to know about this club. It was secretive and elite.

“Because I caught Mr. Tony Stark during walk earlier and he expressed an interest in a club he had heard about, of course, I invited his whole merry crew...granted he never breathed word about it to the public and that they all could handle themselves with etiguite and grace. They are here for one night only, and they all signed non-disclosures.”

Kevin, seemed to sense some distress from you and rubbed a comforting hand down your arm, “Don’t worry, Honey. I told them we’re not ‘that’ kind of club. If they touch or become too forward, I’ll treat them just like I would any other ignorant, dirty patron.”

He left through the doors he entered and you sat down at your makeup table for a moment trying to control the rising fear inside you.

Even though you hated your father’s business, and your relationship with him wasn’t good, you were pretty sure the Avengers wouldn’t care, they would just see you as a criminal.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. With the mask on, and the lights glowing behind you, you didn’t recognize yourself except for the eyes.

“It’s okay [Y/n]. You’re on a brightly lit stage, dancing and moving, and your face is hidden, they won’t be able to tell who you are.” After all, the only name the club knew you as was The Black Swan.

You stood up and walked through the double doors, following the path Kevin had took seconds before.

Standing off to the side of the stage that was built in the basement, you breathed deeply to get into your mindset of the Swan.

When you heard the first notes of your classical music, you dainty pirouetted into the middle of the stage and got into a bow.

As the music rose, you spun, jumped, danced until your soul became the music. Until you forgot about the eyes in the shadows following your body, until you forgot about your life, and your father, and everything that was wrong in the world.

You danced for what seemed like hours, songs merging into songs, until finally, the final song played.

The final song was Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake Ballad. You performed the Russian adaptation of the dance. Arms slowly fanning the air as your stood on your toes and took wide leaps and spun in a circle, changing poses. The ending had you in a dramatic inner battle before collapsing in an elegant pile of tutu and feathers on the floor of the stage.

The thunderous applause brought you back to the present as the curtain closed on your prone form.

You only rose once the curtain was fully drawn. Accepting a towel from one of the stagehands, you dabbed the back of your neck and your chest free of sweat as you walked back into your changing room.

Before you had a chance to pull the mask off, you heard the sound of many voices and flew across the room to hide behind the rack of costumes.

The doors to the stage opened and you peeked through the clothes to see Kevin walking and talking with a gentleman in a suit, followed by a tall blonde, a long haired brunette, a strawberry blonde girl, a dirty blonde boy, a guy in full red, and...you stifle a gasp as your eyes landed on the last person to enter.

Of course, you knew that these were the Avengers. That it was Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, The Vision and….Natasha Romanoff.

You had never seen Natasha in person though, and the tabloids didn’t do her justice. You were awestruck by her vibrant red hair and intense green eyes as they scanned the room.

She stood in the back, away from her group, silent.

When her eyes scanned the costume rack, you swore she had seen you. Gasping, you dove to the ground.

You heard Kevin talking, “Thank you for enjoying the show Mr. Stark. I trust you...and your colleagues...will keep my little enterprise in a file away from the public and authorities?”

You heard a cultured voice respond, Stark’s, “Of course, Mr. Salem. You have our discretion. Hopefully, we will be able to come back and once again watch your swan grace the stage, perhaps even meet the woman who masters the stage.”

Kevin laughed off the insulation that Tony Stark would get to meet you. No one ever met you, it was part of your contract when you agreed to work for Kevin.

You jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Before you could scream a hand reached over and covered your mouth over your mask.

Your eyes went wide as you looked over and saw Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, crouching next to you in your hiding spot.

Her ruby red lips were in a smirk as she slowly lowered the hand that was covering your mouth. “Hello,” She whispered, “I assume you were not informed of the impromptu tour that Tony wanted.”

Still in too much shock to talk, you just shook your head.

Natasha’s smirk slowly eased into a relaxed grin, “Yeah, I thought so. My name is Natasha. You must be the woman who everyone calls the Black Swan. You were absolutely marvelous on stage tonight. That last ballad, the swan song, you danced the Russian adaptation perfectly. Almost makes me think about picking up my ballet shoes again.” She spoke wistfully, still keeping her voice down.

You heard doors shut and peeking through the costumes saw that everyone had left.

Standing up you walked back over to your makeup table, Natasha following you.

She crossed her arms as she stood behind your chair, smiling at you in the mirror, “ You don’t talk much.” She stated.

You faced her reflection and spoke low, so that your voice wasn’t easily distinguished, “I don’t speak to people who barge into my dressing room. My identity is a secret, and I’d like to keep it that way. It’s all part of my image.”

Natasha laughed, “Of course, i understand the whole, secret identity thing, superhero here.” She pointed to her chest. She reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you to your feet.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw her green eyes look deep into yours. “Who are you Swan?” She murmured, almost as if she was talking to herself.

A loud voice rang through the door, “Natasha! Where are you!?”

Natasha chuckled, “That would be Clint. I better go before they all come back here. But, Swan. I felt a connection tonight watching you on the stage. You made me feel things I thought long gone. So if you ever want,” She slipped a piece of paper into your hands, “Call me.” She breathed the words into your ear as she breezed past and left your dressing room.

Staring down at the card with just a number on you, you felt a flutter in your heart.

Did Natasha Romanoff, an Avenger, just flirt with you and give you her number?

Slowly, a smile spread across your face and you jumped up and punched the air. “Oh my god!” You breathed. “Holy Shit!” You spun in a pirouhoute, hugging the card to your chest.

Then you managed to look at the clock on the wall. “Holy Shit!” Only this time, it was said in panic. It was already nine in the morning. You had to run.

You changed back to your jeans and shirt in record time and threw the mask into your duffell.

Running up the stairs, you banged the door open and sprinted down the sidewalk, not checking to see that there wasn’t anyone around who would see you first. So you missed the eyes glinting with steel from the shadows across the street as they watched you exit the warehouse and run.

You made it to the bar with ten minutes to spare. Unlocking the door, you ran to the back trucking entrance just as your father’s guys arrived and the dealers pulled up.

“So He sends a girl to do his business. Pathetic.” The french accent riled you up as the leader walked towards you. His eyes were a steely grey and his handlebar mustache made you want to laugh.

One of your father’s men rose an arm in warning, “Do not approach the Princess.”

The french man held up his hands, but smiled as if it was all fun. “Of course. Well, here are the guns and bombs your father bought from us.” He gestured and two crates were laid by your feet.

You slowly opened them, revealing hay and hundreds of automatic rifles and grenades and stacks of TNT.

You felt sick to your stomach, but had become a pro at hiding your true feelings. Weakness got you killed.

You nodded back to your men who took the crates into the freezer of the Bar until pickup later.

The french man bowed with a flourish, winking at you with a grin, “Pleasure doing business with the Mob Boss and the Queens Princess.” He backed away, keeping his eyes on you until he got into his truck and drove away.

You shook off the icky feeling that was left and walked into the bar with a heavy sigh.

“Princess, We’re to tell you that your father wants to see you right away at home.” A man spoke to you softly. You saw the look in his eyes and your blood ran cold.

This was not going to be pleasant.

Closing up the bar with a note on the counter for Susan, apologizing for not being able to open, you left and got into a black SUV.

The men drove you to the upper class part of New York, near the Avengers tower. You snorted, Earth’s mightiest heroes, and they didn't even know about the giant black market ring going on in their backyard.

A pristine white marble two story house with a gravel driveway awaited you. Entering it, the only sound inside was the sound of your shoes on the stone floor.

You knew where to go, up the spiral staircase, you knocked on the mahogany door, waiting for the gruff, “Enter.” Before pushing open the door and standing with your hands clasped in front of you in front of a giant desk.

Your father sat behind the desk, his fingers steepled under his chin. His balding grey hair and wrinkly skin, the only sign of his age. He was still a large man, with eyes that could stop a tiger in its track.

Right now, he was glaring at you with those eyes. “How is the bar going, [Y/n]?”

You gulped, but played it cool, “Profits are up, and the shipment today was good.”

Your father nodded, never once taking his eyes off you. You felt a bead of sweat trickle down the back of your neck, but didn’t move to wipe it away.

“And how was the Club?”

You eyes widened and your knees buckled. You collapsed as your father rose and prowled around the desk to you. “You think I am stupid!?” He roared, taking a hand and backhanding you.

You fell over, the sting on your cheek burning through the shock.

You felt tears prick at your eyes, barely held back as you got back up to your feet.

You faced your father who was breathing heavily with anger. “No, father, I do not think you are stupid.” You spoke calmly.

“Then why,” He spoke dangerously low, “Did you think you could get away dancing as a slut when I told you I never wanted you to dance again?”

You swallowed your fear, facing up against your father as you felt your cheek begin to swell, “I am not a slut! It’s an elite club, and I love to dance! You can’t forbid me from dancing! It’s part of me!” You pleaded to him.

But it fell on deaf ears. Your father picked up the phone on his desk, still staring at you, “Burn it down, and everyone in it.” He ordered.

That was when the dam broke. You collapsed sobbing, banging your fists on your fathers chest, “No! You can’t! They are good people! Innocent! You can’t kill them! Please!”

YOu father shook you off, letting you fall to the ground. He spat at you, “Pathetic. You are not my daughter.” As he exited his office, he delivered a brutal kick to your stomach.

You screamed as you felt something snap inside you.

Struggling to breath. You pictured happy, funny Kevin and all the stagehands burning and begging for you to save them.

You cried into the carpet, letting the pain wash over you in waves.

You tried to stand up, but wrapped your arms around you when you realized you couldn’t feel your legs. It was that movement that led you to feel something poking against your pockets.

You pulled out a ruppled card. Natasha’s phone number. You managed to drag yourself over to the edge of your father’s desk and attempted to knock the phone over. Since you couldn’t feel your legs and your vision was blurry from tears and your body was on fire with pain, it was a trial.

But you managed to do it. Looking fearfully at the door, afraid that your father or one of his men would enter at any moment, you dialed the number with shaky fingers. Holding the phone against your ear, you could hear your shallow gasps echoed back to you against the faint ringing as it dialed.

As you were beginning to give up hope, you heard a click as it picked up. You laughed in relief, the sound watery.

“Hello? Swan?” The soft russian voice soothed your pain slightly. “Hello?” She asked again.

You licked your chapped lips and your voice came out a hoarse whisper, “I need your help. Please.”

Natasha replied back, voice filled with concern, “Of course, What do you need?”

You spoke fast, still scared of being caught, “The warehouse were I dance. There are some bad people who are going to burn it to the ground and kill everyone associated with it. I don’t know when, it could be happening right now. Please, save them.”

You coughed, feeling woozy as the adrenaline wore off. The pain inside from where your father had kicked you, spread out. And as you coughed again, your eyes widened as you saw blood riddled spittle fly out of your mouth.

You heard the shift in Natasha’s voice as she went into command mode, “How do you know this?” You could hear clicking in the background and hoped she was contacting the Avengers or the authorities.

“Because...because…” You felt your airways closing. Then the door to the study banged open and two burly men in all black walked in.

“Swan!?”

“Natasha! I’m at 512 Blvd… Please...I….”

The men grabbed you, dragging you away from the phone. One of the men stomping on the phone, shattering it, breaking the connection.

The last thing you thought before blacking out was that you would never get to know what a life with Natasha would be like.

~~~~

When you woke up, you woke up in a state of panic. Immediately trying to get away. From what, you didn’t know. The last thing you remembered was being dragged down the stairs by your feet back home.

“Woah, calm down.” You stopped struggling for a moment, your breath ragged as the feminine voice spoke.

You managed to get a look at your surroundings. You were in a hospital bed, but definitely not in a hospital, unless hospitals now had robots in every room and a ton of techy looking stuff.

You glanced down and saw that you were in a paper gown and had an IV in.

“I can take the IV out, if you want.” You looked up into the green eyes of Natasha and nodded.

She walked around, and gently pried the needle out of your skin. You hissed a little at the sensation. But smiled gratefully at Natasha.

“Guess you know who I am now.” You said.

Natasha smiled ruefully, “Well, unfortunately, yes.”

You panicked for a moment and sat up, gripping Natasha’s hand, “Did you save Kevin? And everyone?”

Natasha gently released her hand from your death grip, “Yes, thanks to you, everyone is alive and safe.”

You sighed, leaning back. “Don’t. I don’t deserve any thanks. If it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t have been in danger in the first place.”

You tried to turn and sit up on the bed, but your legs refused to obey your commands. “Why aren’t my legs working?” You whispered quietly. If you didn’t have your legs, it would mean you couldn’t dance. And without dance...your life would be meaningless.

Natasha tilted your chin up so that your face was even with hers. “After we saved Mr. Salem. He told us about you. He said you were someone he found at college and that you had told him your parents weren’t in the picture. It was a simple matter of digging through the college’s archives to find you.”

She whispered, her hand moving to graze the side of your cheek. “[Y/n] [Y/l/n]. Your father has been untouchable for years. We could never get evidence against him. But we knew who he was. I ran to your address. Praying I would get there in time. That phone call...My heart stopped for a minute, I swear.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until Natasha wiped away a tear, “I found you right as some men were throwing your unconscious body into a trunk. Your father is awaiting trial, along with all his other buddies. The prosecutors want to press charges against you as well, your father says that you knew everything and helped him launder his money.”

You nodded, you knew this would happen eventually. Sighing you held out your arms, “Alright.”

Natasha laughed, pushing your arms down. You tilted your head. But she kept talking, “When I got you here, our resident Doctor managed to see that you had internal bleeding and a fractured spine with a twisted nerve ending.”

You reached behind to your back.

“She stopped the bleeding, your spine will heal on its own, and she untwisted the nerve. But your legs, which the nerve managed, will not regain full function for another twenty four hours or so, she said.”

You threw your arms around Natasha, shocking her into falling against you. “Thank you! My legs aren’t damaged?”

You had to ask again. Letting Natasha pull herself up, brushing her red hair out of her face.

Her smile was like the sun as she saw you happy, “Your legs aren’t damaged. You will be able to dance My Swan. And thanks to the information you will provide for the trial, you have immunity against all charges against you in the state of New York.”

You gaped at Natasha. She shrugged her shoulders, “You were in Surgery, they were going to arrest you. So I took the liberty of assuming you would want the man who beat you in jail and that you would want to stay out of jail.”

“Thank you Natasha. I mean it. God, it's been a crazy week.” You shook your head with a laugh.

Natasha joined you, “From dancing in an underground warehouse club, to smuggling black market goods, to nearly losing your feeling in your legs, to now being in the Avenger towers...I would say so.”

You scooted to the edge of the bed and patted the empty spot next to you. Natasha crawled up and you blushed as her body warmth meled with your were your bodies touched.

You brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, “If you had never come to watch me dance. If you had never snuck me your phone number..”

Natasha put a finger to your lips, “Shh.. We won’t talk of it. That night, seeing you dance. Seeing your eyes alight with emotion. It was as if I was hit with a bullet. I knew right away, I wanted you. You have such fire and power. You bring to light things I never thought I could feel.”

You leaned in as Natasha spoke. Until your lips were hair's breadth away from each other.

“I’m going to need a place to stay while the trail takes place. Maybe we could get to know each other better?” You asked.

Natasha answered, not with words, but with her lips. She pressed them against yours. Her vanilla scent overpowering you. The velvet of her lips moving in a passionate dance with yours. Your tongues fighting for dominance as the kiss deepened.

You broke apart with a gasp. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You joked.

Natasha threw her head back with a laugh. Looking at you, her green eyes shining, “How about we go dancing for our first date?” She whispered.

You grinned, leaning in and pecking a kiss on her lips, “I think that would be amazing.”

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otakuemilee · 7 years

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Just my thoughts on death note NETFLIX movie

So i watched the death note movie last night and GOOD LORD it was bad I mean if i had never seen the original I might have actually liked it but since I have there was so many plot holes and scences were missing most not even all of charters were off and a bunch of other stuff

(I’M CURRENTLY REWATCHING THE ORIGINAL SERIES )

Side note sorry for the spelling errors and missing words I wrote all of these at 12-3 in the morning

Holy shit this is so American right off the bat

3 cop cars lights blazing with in the first minute

Pft light Turner ( is he related to timmy Turner from fairy odd parents

Kay so misa is a cheerleader now ?kool I guess

Light Turner:that smart guy who dose other people’s math home work

Creeper stop looking at the cheerleaders creep

So misa is the head bitch of the cheer team?

In case if you forgot where the movie took place, there is a highschool/collage football team practicing with the cheerleaders neer by

Oh misa smokes now also during practice?also also where the hell did the cigeret come from and how is fit already lit?

Boy notices girl (I bet they are going to do it later on in the movie ()

“Fuck I think she likes me even though we probley never met before ” look

Edgy title sequences with flashing different colours

+ Roll credits

None of the T’s are side ways nor upside down

Oh shit rave time

Oh shit sudden winds

Did she inhale he cigeret ?

Oh geez the note book has fallen from the sky

Oh shit right its right beside me

Let’s grab it

Roll credits

Now it’s raining suddenly everyone run away

Bullies sucks

Classic I’m gonna beat up up and steal your money

Girl tries to be tough only to be pushed by the bully and guy yells out after catching her “DON’T TOUCH HER”

OH SHIT SMART GUY HAD BEEN HANDING OUT ANSWERS TO PEOPLE

smart guy tries to make the principal see the bigger picture of things for students

Why did light lose his mom at a young age

In the anime he had his mother why the odd detail of a lost one to justify the guy HANDING out answers to people and to be edgy ????

Kool girl can’t talk to the edgy guy of the school

Random ass jumpscare Falling asleep in detention cliques

Why did you have to push all the books off the desk you could have placed them on the desk either side of you? Also why all the books anyways ?

At least they kept the rules of the book right

Why dose the writing end here ?

Holy fuck flashing lights,damn it the power when out why?

WHAT THE FUCK MARBLES

Why are there millions of marble in here in a glass jar some where back there

“Anyone there” clique

What’s with the millions of jars in the front or back of the class??

WHAT or who knocked this over?

AH BIG SPIKY THING

HOLY FUCK IT LOOKED AT ME

*nocks a shelf down by falling into it from fear*

Random winds indoors

Locked door when shits going down clique

Light Turner is a little bitch

Screams for a whole minute quite to look at shit flying around the class room screams like a little bitch again

Oh shit everything stoped and this room is a mess I’m going to be untroubled for this

My Apple has been ate *dun dun dun*

Ah A DISIMBODY VOICE

Main character thinks they are sleeping in a odd senerior clique

“Eight foot demon lookin mother fucker” -light Turner

Was just freaking out a second ago but listens to what the “Eight foot demon lookin mother ” has to say and dose the thing he says to do

Oh shit that chick is getting bullied what do I do?

“Let’s kill them by writing their name in this ‘death note ”

God damn I know you want this person to die but by decapations that’s a little fucked up mate

I was right God damn, that’s disturbing! A fucking lader to the face , it didn’t even take the head completely off just where the mouth separates

Also the girl and that guy now needs some deep mentle health help now that shits gonna stay with them forever now

OH DAMN SON THAT’S NOT RIGHT

Oh shit I was talking to the demon lookin mother fucker and now he gone but the powers back on and the class room is a mess

-12 minute mark

Oh look the book I just used to kill that dude like just pick this back up and act like nothing happened

Awkward dinner with my father (OH shit wait where’s lights little sis?) With a earth quake happening at the same time

Mubble mubble? Mumble . Mumble mumble mumble? Mumble mumble? JUST SPEAK CLEARLY PLEASE

SO the mom got ran over and died and apparently talking about this makes light angry as hell?

Time to use the death note to write that guys name down or wait what don’t trust ryuk?

AH DEMON IN MY CLOSET

Let’s toss a Apple in here

“2 days? Wow your fingers are huge ”

Causal steals evidence from the folder of your dead mom’s case

Out of pure spite I’m gonna kill the one who killed my mother

That felt good

WHAT THE FUCK Hollywood I get it more blood the better but god damn vomitting blood after falling neck first onto a knife that’s just gross and yes shocking but ewwwwww

Fuck ryuk looks fucking creepy as fuck,

Also why is ryuk so sinnicual in this in the anime he’s just like to as you want I’ll be right here eating all of the apples

Let’s read this thing out in public no one will notice except my crush

Cheer leader girl is kinda messed up

Oh wow your name is Mia,U COULD HAVE KEPT THE NAME MISA

-22 minute mark

“ I can’t tell you what this is but if you really want to know lemme tell you all about it”

Girl thinks u are batshit crazy son

Out of everything they kept the hostage scene ???

Oh damn you killed a man I believe everything you say and do now

Back to the whole sub plot of mommy died now I’m emotionally dead inside and now I have this book I can feel something now

“ Let us make a new world light”

Takes the lady up to his room and I told you they were gonna fuck

“Lets kill every one bad to fine the good”

“ be named kira” “why kira ? What dose it mean ?” “I means light in Celtic or Russian like that ” ^— it means killer in the translation to English or to (*キラキラ*) shine/glitter in japanese you twat also Russian yes but it means like the sun And no way is it even close to having a Celtic background it’s Greek meaning lady

Okay they kept the prison scene but to a minimum

Why the fuck is L at the scene of the crime??? Why didn’t they cast him like the fans wanted, who cares about a diverse cast , we want the quirks of the actual charter to be shown

If they cut out the whole tennis since I’m gonna be sad and if they do the whole tough black guy thing I’m gonna be really upset with the character

What��s with the random ass song ???

No really wtf

A SINGLE SONG PUTS THE GREATEST DETIVE TO LIVE ASLEEP DON’T LET ANYONE KNOW ABOUT IT

WHERE’S MY OLD MAN WATARI WHAMMY ?

dose the dad even have a name or naw

Wahhh that was watari singing that random add song??? Why is he japanese he was a English gentalman(kinda)in the anime ????

WHAT NO WHY?

L IS A CLEAN FREAK NO CANDY IS SPLIT NO WHERE WHY YOU NO SIT CORRECT KNEES TO YOUR CHIN FEET ON THE FLOOR GOD DAME IT

but hey you have the room of which they meet in so I guess that’s cool or are you gonna gloss over that and not show the task force guys ?

Apparently talking about killing people gives Mia a boner good to know

NO TASK FORCE ? THE FUCK

JAMES TURNER WHY?????

OMG JUST EAT THE ICE CREAM YOU DICK

L WHAT NO THIS ISN’T HOW THAT HAPPENED THE PUT A FAKE

WHAT ABOUT THE SHINIGAMI EYES MOTHER DUCKED? WHERE S REM? MISA SHINIGMA WHAT ABOUT HER HUH? YOU MISSES A CRUSAL PLOT POINT DUMBASSES

ALSO IT WAS OVER A LEADERS CONFRENACE OF HEAD POLICE FORCE PEOPLE NOT A TYPICAL ONE COME ALL REPORTER MEET AND GREET

NO VOICE MODOFACATIONS EAITHER??? REALLY?

Hahaha they kept the stalking of light

WHAT THE FUCK happened

Let’s do all live interviews with a mass killer on the lose

Let’s drop all of the f bombs man screw ratings

WHO MADE RYUK THE GOD OF ALL SHINIGMAS? DID THEY NOT LOOK AT DEATH NOTE THIRTEEN? ALSO WHO MADE THIS BOOK?

LET’S JUST BE DICKS IN PUBLIC TO EACH OTHER

UM WHAT IS HAPPING

NO NO NO NO NO NO

THE DEATH NOTE DOSENT WORK LIKE THAT YO,U CAN’T KILL OFF THE ONE CHARATER THAT LEADS TO SOMETHING IMPORTANT ASLO MIA YOU MORE USELESS THAN THE CHARTER MISA AT LEAST SHE HAD THE SHINIGAMI EYES AND HAD A NPTE BOOK OF HER OWN AND ACTUALLY DID THINGS

WHAT THERE IS NO RULE 89 Its FAKE you idiot There’s only 6ish rules and they have the simplest of loop holds but misa can see them too she knows more than you do about the death note light Turner

Uh no what the hell is st.martains orphanage in Montauk IT WAS WHAMMYS ORPHANAGE IN LONDON ENGLAND WHERE MELLO,MATT AND N AND I GUESS BB LIVED AND WORKED ON BECOMING THE NEXT L BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT

??? Rochester wards what the hell is that??? I mean yeah sure yeah you got that part right about becoming great detectives but it was only yo become a sucesor to L Because he had a few months to live or whatever the time ACTUALly was

????? Now this is bull shit locking children away to make them stay sane? To be come a great deftective and the rest of which you are saying is shit , La in his thirty or so cause MATT and mello and near are all in their 20s or a wee bit older

Fuck this movie man

L looks so week in this like yeah watari is basically L’S father and what not but the guy I know and looked up to is being please as a guy who can’t do anything for him self watari this watari that I get it but there are things of which I don’t get about this portrale why dose he sleep for — amount of hours when we takes cat naps through out the day OKAY THIS TAKES THE FUCKING CAKE L IS RESTRICTED BY A POLICE OFFICER THIS MAN KNOWS HOW TO EVERY FIGHTING TECHNIQUE LNOWN TO MAN BUT GOD FORBID A OFFICER TAKES HIM DOWN AND HEY LET’S TAKE THE MOST MENTAL STABLE MAN EVER AND TURN HIM INTO A NEVIOUSE MESS

SO WAIT NO TRAPS IN THE ROOM NO PENCILE IN THE DOOR NO GOOD FUCKING PARTS TO THE ORIGINAL YOU PEICE OF GARBAGE CREATER

THE ORIGINAL HAD A BETTER SOUND TRACK AND NOT SOME CHEEP OVER USED SCARY MOVIE BMG

THAT’S HOW WATARI DIES IN THIS SHITTY VERSION A SAD PATHTIC DEATH

WHAT THE FUCK there are no rules you twat

This movie honestly broke my heart turned L into a shallow mess of a characterwhich made him look so week skipped a bunch a details that made the anime what it was it slipped over MAT,mello and near and the final battle at the end misa sucked a lot the final scene really is the point where ryuk writes lights name in the book but booboo Mia had to write it and blah blah blah I AM THE FINAL BATTLE AND THERE IS 21:48 LEFT TO THIS SERISE WHAT THE FUCK IF GONNA HAPPEN??? WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENES

NO BOTH OF THEM DIES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME THAT’S HOW THIS SHIT ENDS OH WAIT NO SINCE LIGTS PAPER GOT BURNT IN A FIRE MEANS THE BITCH OH LIGHT ISN’T KIRA BECAUSE HE SAW HIS NAME A PAPER AND THESE DOSNENT HAPEN BECAUSE OF THIS AND THAT YOU MESSED UP BIG TIME MOVIE ALSO FUCK THE THE RULE OF WHO EVER TOUCHES THE NOTE BOOK SEES SHINIGAMI

FUCK THIS MOVIE TO THE FULLEST EXTENT THIS DID NO JUSTICE YOU THE ORIGINAL THIS WAS TERRIBLE AND I VERY MUCHED HATES HOW THE ENDING TURNES OUT FUCK YOU ADAM WINGARD AND ALL THOSE WHO HELPEd make this

Side note

WHO the hell comes into someone’s house and is all like HI yeah I know I don’t live here but gtfo the adults need to speak

#death note #netflix #i wasted so much time #please don't let this go mainstream please #for the love of god

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safitheartist · 7 years

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Fixing fiction: Fairly Odd Parents.

I watched a few episodes of the new Fairy Odd Parents season and honestly, this show turned to shit. I got curious after hearing about that secret wish episode, wanting to see what else changed and wow. Just wow. So first of all, I watched only a few episodes of season 10 and I don't think I have watched any fairly odd parents since they did that weird trilogy episode that heavily referenced star wars and....He-man for some reason. So here is what's new. The show introduced two characters, one I don't necessarly care about (and the show in it's latest season apparently doesn't either.), he's apparently a very annoying dog from what I heared, And well another I absolutely dispise. Chloe. You see, the newest season of FOP has a.....interesting premise. Basically apparently the fairy world is under staffed (well who would have thought *that* could happen? You just made it illegal for your community to repopulate.) So Timmy has to share his fairly odd parents with another kid. And wellcome miss marry sue. I'm not even kidding. Now no offense to fans of this character or the new season itself, this is just my humble opinion from what I saw about it. But fucking come on. So basically here is the deal for the ones of you who have no clue what is going on. Chloe is basically perfect. Everybody loves her, she literally performs actual miracles on a daily baises. Her 'flaws' are that she messes up sometimes. Literally. They are saying she is clumsy. And due to that she thinks that nobody really likes her. Okay now pause. A child messing up things is normal. It's not enough of a character flaw to have her actually be sympathetic or relatable. Let's compare her to Timmy, shall we? Timmy, when he first got introduced, was a young well intentioned child who constantly tried to help others but just couldn't catch a break from the world mistreating him. His Parents are neglectful and his babysitter abusive. Some of his wishes could be selfish, yeah, but usually he always learned a lesson when that is the case. His wishes could escalate, yeah, but normally there is a plausible reason behind it. Chloe's wishes escalate because she's clumsy. She will make a wish. Everyone with a brain can tell it's a stupid wish. And Timmy is not allowed to unwish her wishes. It quiet honestly can't get any worse when your new character sounds like somebody who jumped out of a fanfiction and you actually add her in a non ironic way. Like we actually are suppose to like this character, she also isn't a one off thing, she is in every episode now. They fucking changed the theme song. Okay so how can this be fixed? First option, give her a different origin. Chloe is Timmy's new next door neighbor in this season. This is really the only reason why he is the one who has to share his fairies with her (we also never get any really reason why she would even need fairies in the first place, she doesn't seem miserable at all!) Just. Don't. There is literally no connection between these two. With the last two characters at least the show understood that they should actually live with Timmy to not completely take you out of the experience. Timmy's house is a very recognizable setting however whenever he goes over to Chloe's house it feels just so out of place. Like it's devoid of any actual personality other then wakyness. Here is a very, very simple way how one could have fixed this. They could have made her Timmy's adoptive sister or maybe a relative who needs to stay with them for a while due to family tragedy. Like this would solve several issues this character has in an instance. For starters, we would have an actual reason for her to be miserable and for Timmy to share his fairies with her since the show did imply in the past that siblings often do share their odd parents. Her relationship with Timmy also would instandly be more interesting because Timmy actually would have a reason to feel threatened by her. The other option would have been replacing her with a already established character. All of the children on the show are shown to be miserable in one way or another and they all already would have a connection with Timmy. Have Timmy wish he can share his fairly odd parents with them as a loophole in Da Rules (because nobody gives a shit about these anymore anyways, so who cares?) Just really, this entire season could have been improved by making simple adjustments.

#fairly odd parents #thinky thoughts #review

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fountainpenguin · 7 years

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The TV Tropes Trivia page for "The Fairly OddParents" says Birch Hartman once had an idea for a film that was never made. Timmy, feeling sorry for all the other kids Vicky babysat, would wish that every child has a fairy godparent. Because Vicky was under 18, she would also get a godparent - Jorgen Von Strangle. And with fewer fairies to stop them, the Anti-Fairies and Pixies would take over. What do you think? Would Amity allow this? Would Timmy's wish brainwash them so that Vicky seemed nice?

Aww, seriously? I got cheated out of seeing Pixies? Dude, that’s so lame.

The obvious problem here is that it’s been established in show canon that there are not enough godparents for every child. Some fans seem to believe the number of Fairies is 81,000 because that’s how many could fit in the stadium in “Temporary Fairy”. My assumption was that it was just how many fit before it reached capacity, so I personally upped the count a tad.

I did some math last year to figure out how many Fairies were alive during H.P.’s time, and came up with about 7,000 (By the time Wilcox is born, that’s less than the population of Faeheim alone, which bothers H.P. a lot and gives him old people feels). Taking into account the rates they reproduce (including fairies not having babies after Cosmo), this is proportional to how many humans were alive in the time period parallel I set him in.

Unfortunately I tossed that math thinking I wouldn’t need it anymore, and I don’t remember WHAT time period it was and can’t be bothered to work it out right now, but there were dirt floors covered with straw, people mainly used curtains instead of doors, living rooms and kitchens were typically combined into “keeping rooms”, and a firepit in the middle of the floor (not over by the wall in a fireplace just yet) was the main source of light (Candles came much later- lanterns were only for genies for awhile).

Note: I tried to keep Fairy technology advancing at the same general pace human society did, though of course Fairies live longer. H.P. has seen people write with clay tablets, engrave on metal, use ink and parchment, and type on paper. It took them longer than humans to figure out papyrus because it’s not available in most areas of the cloudlands.

ANYWAY, I ended up having like 86,909 Fairies alive. They’re just not a people who reproduce very quickly. Actually, since edibles have to be grown on Earth, there have never been too many Fairies who farm. It was actually the people who were rich enough to survive on Earth who claimed the farms first (they could afford transport costs of goods to and from the cloudlands); thus, it did not benefit the poorer populations to have larger families who could work the soil. Unlike humans, the Fairykind had the option of looking to Alien societies when they built their own. The idea of rent sprang up very quickly. It behooved poorer families to have fewer kids so they could save money.

Worldbuilding tangent: Those of us ladies in first-world countries are usually anticipated by society to become mothers; raising children is seen as one of the most important things a woman can do in her life.

Not so in Fairy society! The Fairykind can only gain nutrients, fill their hungry stomachs, and even get most taste from food not touched by magic- aka, food grown in Earth dirt that hasn’t been tilled with magic-made tools. This is why they settled the cloudlands around Earth to begin with, and not around some rocky planet that couldn’t support life.

However, even with the expanses of the Earth before them, food has always been a limited resource. Ergo, society promotes the idea that parenting is more of a leisure activity, and you shouldn’t have kids unless you know you can afford them. A homeless or struggling Fairy with kids is viewed even more negatively than a homeless or struggling person without kids (particularly with the way Fairy menstrual cycles work, b/c many subspecies have “breeding seasons” and stuff that marks their fertility, and at other times - for decades or centuries at a time - they could mate as much as they wanted without the risk of pregnancy. As a result, “accidents” are viewed by outsiders in a very “Wow, your parents are either really stupid or really hormonal” kind of way.

The subspecies lower on the ladder are constantly “always fertile” like humans; hence, why they’re on the bottom of the ladder. Remember that Cupid’s family line are the ones who designed the social ladder in the first place; they based it off cycles like this. Obviously, they are more prone to accident babies, and more prone to struggling, and they continue to be cast in a bad light by society.

And yes, Praxis deliberately tried to cast Ambrosine into the struggling position when he cut off his funds after Ambrosine had H.P. as a teenager- and Ambrosine put H.P. in the same scenario when H.P. had his third kid and there was still no supportive mother in sight.

Do you see where I’m going with this? Promote the idea that status can only fall with marriage and not raise a lower-ranked person up, and ta-da! The Fairy caste system is in place and keeps the power in the hands of wealthy fairies- families who tend to marry cousins to keep their wealth in the family. A poor full-blooded fairy is technically still ranked higher than, say, a rich elf on a legal level where inheritances and things are concerned. In personal interactions, not so much.

Compare this with Anti-Fairy society, which places a heavier focus on family loyalty- if you choose to keep the kid. In Anti-Fairy society, you basically have the right to give up the kid at birth since you had to have the kid if your counterpart did, whether you wanted to or not. Antis dumping their kids in the middle of nowhere is the stereotypical exception rather than the rule, and used by Fairies when they want to paint Antis in a bad light. In reality, Anti-Fairy society has systems in place where you can take pups, and other Antis who want kids but are infertile because their counterparts haven’t had any can adopt them.

However, if you choose to accept the kid and you begin spending resources on it, then this idea of family loyalty comes into play, because bats roost in colonies, see. It’s a very, “I didn’t HAVE to keep you, but I did, so don’t you dare make me regret this by dishonoring the family name we’re risking for you” kind of thing. With these family ties in mind, if a teenage Anti-Fairy parent kept their kid, it would reflect poor on the teen’s parents for not stepping in to help them raise it. Raise, yes- politics are a different story sometimes.

SO! This idea of parenting being a leisure activity for Fairies contributes to A) Fairies not rioting when they couldn’t have kids anymore, and B) Their population being small.

What were we talking about again? Oh yeah. Family size, the Fairy population, and Amity. Sorry.

86,909 Fairies alive in my headcanon at the time of “Jimmy Timmy Power Hour”. There are more human kids than that. If this wish affected the entire world, this means that even Fairies who haven’t been trained to be godparents would get sucked into this.

Realistically, this is a wish that the Fairy Council would never allow, and it should shut down Cosmo and Wanda’s wands. You would think this would be one of the very first additions in Da Rules, because it could seriously screw up society and cause unnecessary stress, panic, and chaos.

So it’s not so much Amity having a say in whether this wish is okay or not, though they would be the ones to decide which fairies get which godchildren, and it would a be a rush job so they wouldn’t study personalities first. The godparents they have on file probably have personality details written that they could glance at, but they don’t have time to evaluate ALL the Fairies. In fact, they probably wouldn’t have time to evaluate all the kids: Hence, Vicky may have slipped through the ranks there.

Odd that she’d end up with Jorgen. Jorgen’s position as Keeper of Da Rules is pretty important, so you’d think he and the Council would be the absolute last resorts, and Amity isn’t allowed to assign them without their permission. I suppose they would have said, “This is important, so I’ll volunteer”, and Amity assigned them to the first kids to come up. In which case, Jorgen and the Council likely would have been “brainwashed” by the wish in the same way they were by the Secret Wish (and they’d probably treat it as seriously).

Of course, things would be a little easier on Amity if the wish only affects Dimmsdale (especially if Timmy just wanted all the kids who had been bullied by Vicky to get godparents). In theory, Fairies (and Anti-Fairies) who have passed their certification classes and been licensed to be godparents apply to Amity in the hopes of being assigned to a child. So, when Timmy makes the wish, Amity would simply take all these certified newbies and assign them to godkids, and possibly make certification classes easier, or even offer temporary certification to students “because this is an emergency”.

Still, there is a godparent shortage going on right now, and evidently has been since “Temporary Fairy”. Jorgen said in “The Big Fairy Share Scare” that Fairies simply weren’t pursuing godparenting as a job anymore- probably because you have to pass all those tests and you get paid by commission; you’re out of luck if your kid loses you and you don’t get assigned to another one for years.

Additionally, after the ban on fairy babies was lifted when Poof was born, many fairies are entering that age where they’ve accumulated sufficient funds to support themselves and are looking for leisure activities (or otherwise taking advantage of this opportunity for parenthood in case the window of opportunity closes again). They’re interested in settling down and raising families. There are only so many times you can be ripped away from a godkid before you begin craving something more permanent.

Cosmo and Wanda are a team and had been with Timmy for many years; they were confident in their ability to raise Poof while still being his fairies (though we know this was rough on Timmy at first during Season 6). Some other godparents, after losing their kids, probably decided to take some time off. Fairy World is having a baby boom right now, so to speak. If Timmy made this wish for all the kids to have godparents, then these godparents would definitely be ordered back onto the field. Retired experts are first in line, before hopeful newbie fairies (or dust forbid, Anti-Fairies) are approved for work.

If this movie ever does get made, I’ll have to debate over whether or not I consider it canon. I’ll probably say, “It’s canon, but depending on the number of kids who get fairies, you may need to pretend that each godparent is assigned to multiple kids, except Jorgen because he does what he wants”.

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