#zarina fairy

[fibey234]

I can be Who I Am

Zarina is the one and only, and she has been my inspiration since the age of 16.

Her willpower and courage have inspired me to this day, and the song "Who I Am" has accompanied me from 2014 to this day.

I think she is one of the characters I admire most in Disney Fairies movies after Tink and before the seasonal ministers.

At the drawing: Zarina standing confidently and showing the world her alchemy skills.

[artofrolsch]

The pirate fairy ARRR

[mexicanvarianz]

My two favorite alchemist

I THINK ZARINA AND VARIAN WOULD GET ALONG!

[violetwolfraven]

Maybe I’m just nostalgic but I really miss the Tinkerbell movies and would genuinely watch 10 more of them why did Disney stop making those (i know exactly why, don’t tell me)

[liuphrog]

I just finished watching Tinkerbell "The Pirate Fairy"

[disneyfairiesparadise]

Hey guys! Figured I’d start things off with some of my favorite fairies pictures.

[sailorplanet1997]

do you think Disney should make a Tv-show about the Tinkerbell franchise?

all these characters can have their times to shine if Disney makes a Tv show about the Tinkerbell franchise, some might not be directly involved but they can be helpfull at times in certain situations some series like My Little Pony, Sailor Moon and Winx Club to name a few have both movies and Tv shows so why can't the Tinkerbell franchise have both? (it can have a few seasons like Winx Club, they plans to make season 9 since it's confirmed)

someone for sure should make a petition about making the Tinkerbell franchise a Tv show based on each characters (especially the main characters) maybe we can convince Disney to bring the Tinkerbell series back and making both movies and tv shows maybe even Peter Pan in the Tv show who knows?

[pixiedusttree]

I drew this like a year ago and just realized I never posted it here??? Anyway follow my art Instagram @ erinfaery

[crowsenjoycrime]

Ok I keep using this format but this is (maybe) the last time

[itsmeivy03]

˚₊‧꒰ა Konoha Girls as characters Tinkerbell ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Sakura🌸 as Tinkerbell🛠️

Ino🌼 as Rosetta🌹

Hinata🌙 as Silvermist🌊

Temari🪭 as Vidia🌪️

Tenten⚔️ as Fawn🐿️

Karui⚡as Zarina✨️

[floreatetona]

Have a Pirate Fairy fanfic bc I can't be fucked to clean my room. James x Zarina, suggestive.

James had always been a little too good at pretending he was happy. Par for the course, considering his history. Even now, as he ran a brush through his captain's hair, he was surely faking that same, happy grin on his face. The smile curled up so naturally, his big eyes gazed so softly, and his brow knitted, tenderly, just enough to show his... care... for his dear captain, Zarina. And it was care, technically. Although, perhaps, it is a word to be used delicately. The word felt dangerous, like a silk ribbon uncomfortably tight around his throat. No, while he admitted she was at least enchanting and beautiful, in truth, James found that he nearly hated her. This care was less a care of love and friendship, but more akin to the care of a hunter. The cautious tracing of fingers over the dirt tracks of prey, as his own fingers traced her freckles. The precise timing of breathing as to listen for movement, as he himself tried to still his own fluttering heart. The hungry, unblinking watching and waiting to strike, as he himself pondered his options. And, of course, that final pounce, that fatal sinking of teeth, the care of one eating and spilling as little as possible, as James himself finally hinted at his own hungry, deadly devotion.

"Captain? May I say... if it's not too bold..." he paused as he set down his brush, carefully forming his thoughts as he began braiding her almond hair. Zarina, frankly lost in the relaxing grooming, finally opened her eyes with a hum.

"What is it?" She yawned. Her hazel eyes fluttered as her brain shifted its focus. It proved difficult: this body ached, and his touch felt so safe and soothing and easy. As easy as drawing a blanket up to your chin in the cold. As easy as being at home. But when it did refocus, she noticed his face, his smile, had finally come back. That same sweet smile he always wore, but it carried something different lately. No doubt that was her fault; the past few days had been a lot to take in. Her discovery of the wishing dust, her sudden growth and humanity, the setbacks in the search for blue dust; this was the first real moment alone they'd had in almost a week. Only days ago, everything had been normal. She was still tiny, and they still talked every night... and she was still confused as to why he wouldn't just sleep here in the cabin as he always had before. He looked so shocked, almost angry that day. He hadn't acted sad or disappointed, but everything had been so tense. Perhaps tonight was a good time to ask... Him first, for now.

"James?" She cooed, catching herself fearing his unusual silence.

How just like her, how haughty a yawn, with that honey drowned voice she put on whenever she spoke to him in private. She treated him with such matter of fact tenderness, such infuriating distance most of the time. How he hated that. But he swallowed that hate, chasing it with a little of his pride and an actual nervous gulp, because he needed tonight to go smoothly. His plan had been the same from the beginning, ever since this prissy little pixie demanded that she be the captain of these hopeless sods. Gain her trust, let her do all the work and magic and research while he acted as the real voice of command, plant the seeds of mutiny, wait, tear her down the moment the blue dust works, and plunder the world below in an uncatchable ship. But after this week? No, after this long, long year? ....how dare she be anything but an obstacle in his way. How dare this little cunt worm her way into his head. ...Into is chest...

His brown eyes faked shyness and flicked away from hers. Only his fingers, hurrying to clasp off the braid, gave away a clue of his real agitation. Tonight, he needed to know how exactly he could alter his plans. Was all still as it was, or was it now smarter to remain at the right hand? Would the mutiny still hold water, and if not, how then would he get rid of her? He looked up again to speak, but Zarina, infuriatingly, cut him off.

"Really quick though, you're sleeping in here again tonight, right?"

"I-.... pardon?"

"You've been sleeping in a broom closet for like three days. That can't be comfortable! You always sleep in here."

No... no fucking way that she was actually asking such a thing. And so casually!

"W-well this new... body is ...much to adjust to. I'd imagine. I ... took the initiative and assessed that perhaps you needed to um..." The unseen silk ribbon tightened. "Take some time to get in touch with this... new you!" His smile grew crooked and embarrassed as his eyes lowered in secondhand shame. She always made him feel like a fool, but THIS was a new emotion altogether. Not knowing what to do with his hands, or any of himself, he clasped the back of her chair to lean slightly. A poor attempt at seeming nonchalant while panic bit him every time his knuckles brushed her speckled skin.

"You dont know the half of it. I was prepared for the crazy scale change but the dizziness? I don't think it's even really gone, haha." Zarina let herself relax again, not at all aware of the tension in the room. She picked up her cigar from the vanity and took a long drag, but her eyes caught him in the mirror. He allowed his face to rest into a more honest expression. Drops of fear, anguish, uncertainty, and irritated confusion bled from his thinned lips like an overfull bowl. What's his deal, she thought, her own fear rearing its head, does he ...does he not like that I'm human now? But Zarina was too comfortable to spiral in negative thoughts. And she trusted that, as always, hed be honest with her.

"But I can't help but notice that you act... different now. No sugar coating it, you hate this new size, dont you?" With a smile, she lifted the cigar as an offering. James blinked at it, nearly caught off guard before quietly taking the roll in his fingers. He could only stare at the lipstick stain rung around it for a moment, trying his best to ignore his tumultuous brain growling like a mad, starving stomach. Then, a sharp breath, like a tiger hearing a snap of twigs and hooves; a gnawing growing violent in his chest, an idea that had electrocuted his mind the moment he caught his fingers tracing the freckles of her shoulders. Tonight, perchance, he very well could taste the meal for which he starved. He finally let his smile fall.

"That couldn't be farther from the truth, captain." He took a drag of the Jamaican roll, lips pressed exactly along where shed left her lipstick like a first drink of precious water. Then he sighed, presenting it back to her with the respect of a waiter bringing out the wine. She took it back and gaffawed.

"Yeah? You're all depressed because you just adore the new look? Right. That makes sense." She took another drag through mocking teeth and turned around in her chair, watching him walk over to the window side of the bed. She had no idea that he'd mentally called her a bitch at the comment. She probably had no idea that his hands had started shaking.

"No it is the truth, captain." He sat down and shifted as to rest an elbow on a propped up knee. At once he played up his saccharine meekness, that gentlemanly bashfulness that would surely draw his hunt closer.

"I want things to be as they were... and I adore our friendship. But...." a nervous glance, a deep breath. "But it was easy to merely play my part when you were a fairy. I never had a chance to be yours, merely your lowly cabin boy. Even if I had a chance to be... to call you mine... our sheer difference would never had let things work." A heavy silence fell over the cabin, and he locked eyes with his now startled captain.

" But now... now there is no such difference. And what's worse, you... " he couldn't bear to look at her for such an embarrassing confession. James turned almost his whole body to the windows. "I'm only a man." He pleaded. "And you are more beautiful to me now than you ever were." He'd been taught by the best; a woman can be tricked into anything, with the trap of one's own vulnerability. But all the same, a terror gripped him. Bastard opportunist though he was, deep down, he really was quite shy. That's why he nearly jumped when he felt the mattress shift.

"Mine? Your- hum. So that's what this is all about." She'd put out the cigar and slid from the chair to the edge of the four posted queen. She nervously fiddled with the new braid in her hair and crossed her legs under her cotton shift. For a moment, the tension returned in full force before finally, the spell was broken.

"James-"

"I know, I know. I forget myself." He stood from the bed and began his duty straightening up the room. "But I can keep no secrets from my captain now, can I?" Whether this was part of his game or whether he had talked himself out of the idea was totally unclear even to him. Hungry as he was, he couldn't afford to drop his act, and he only now considered the possibility of rejection, a possibility that repulsed him.

"James -"

"As for um.. well if you want me to sleep in here I can, perhaps if I may have a pillow-"

"JAMES." A firm hand pounced and locked onto his arm, startling him more than her sudden bark. The pair locked eyes, hers fierce, his scared and hungry, and she forcefully pulled him closer. She was only as tall as his chest, and as she sat on the bed she was even shorter to him still. But in spirit, in authority, she towered over him. His anger flared again, but not as boldly or as bright as his anxiety...or his excitement. Her hand released his arm, only to slowly draw down and clasp his strong, trembling hand. No act could hide his hitching breath.

"James?"

"...y-Yes? ..Captain?"

"Why do you think of all the things I could have wished for..." her face shifted from sternness to a smug, sly smile. "I choose to wish for this?"

"...............................ah"

The statement peirced his brain like an arrow of lightning, or like a dinner bell. For a moment, he was too shocked to even act, but then, oh then, he was almost too ravenous to think. Almost. James closed his eyes and let out a deep and shaky sigh before falling gracefully to a kneel, so dizzy from her revaluation that he dared to rest his forehead on her knees. He couldn't stop the chuckles that bubbed up from within him. She wanted this (wanted HIM!!!) and he had her right where he fucking wanted her; the table was set for a feast. He hadn't let go of her hand, clasping it with both of his as to uphold what little of his coy act that he could in this state. And after he'd wrestled back control of himself, he finally looked up and swallowed, smiling ear to ear.

"Well, well..." his breath fell heavily like a lion dragging off its kill. "I suppose you don't have any... new orders for me?"

"Orders? No." Zarina smugly leaned back, a king on a throne, amused at the dinner layed before her, and those big brown eyes just begging for a taste. She giggled wryly and spread her legs apart. "But I do have a few ideas..."

And then they fuck. The end. Goodnight.

[fibey234]

Blinktober 2024 \\ week-9 (the last week of Blinktober 2024): Uncommon Talents.

I think there is no uncommon talent like Zarina’s talent: alchemy.

She cracked the supernatural abilities of pixie dust and created a new science world about it.

Thanks to her, the pixie dust today has more abilities than all the fairies in Pixie Hollow ever thought.

(I thought I'd add lab glasses and coat to her, I think it's cute😁)

[artofrolsch]

It's my birthday!

And you know what's the best bday gift for an artist? It's sharing their works with others! So, please, feel free to reblog my favourite art from this year, I will highly appreciate that💖💖💖

I would also like to thank all of those people who support me on here, it means a world to me, honestly🥺🥺🤧 It's such a fantastic feeling — to finally get some recognition for something that you've been practicing and enjoying for a past eight years. It motivates me and inspires me every day and I'm so grateful for it

Thank you, thank you very much💖🤲🏻

[kairithemang0]

Rating some of my childhood crushes <3

I'm gonna expose myself

Listen, silly fox guy doing silly fox things? Honestly yeah he still holds up 7/10

I dunno how this one happened but I vividly remember crushing on her in 1st grade. 5/10 also today i found out lyn manuel maranda made a magic school bus intro and i hate everything

Not gonna lie I feel like I'm still crushing on her like dude they knew what they were doing. 10/10

Dude. 10/10. Like. Hot pirate lady???? hELLO???

YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S GETTING 100/10 IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HER I DON'T BELIEVE YOU

if you couldn't tell i really like disney women. 9/10

dude i think this is more of a current crush than a childhood one but still 11/10 also so many points for gender

Listen. Like. Ok. 8/10

[not-wholly-unheroic]

Does anyone have a copy of the children’s book version of The Pirate Fairy? I have an idea for some manips I want to work on but I need some images of young James and some of the other pirates in a more traditional 2D look like in the book illustrations rather than the 3D film look so I can have a consistent feel to the other characters.

[cloverboyblue]

they acknowledged that pirate fairy happened in offical disney fairies material. what is HAPPENING right now