This is an off the cuff edit I started based off an evolving idea. Mostly about what Baltor would be up to after Obsidian gets destroyed during SOTLK. Like I said, it’s an ever-evolving idea, but it’s one that keeps lingering in the back of my mind lately. Will I ever do anything with that idea besides making random edits? Who knows. Maybe I’ll do a more fleshed out summary post or something at some point. Only time will tell.
But here’s to a hopefully more productive and calmer 2026!
also I feel severely out of practice with editing right now so pls be gentle if there are any errors
Guys, help a girl out - does anyone remember that one Russian sparxshipping fic where Bloom "dies" during an attack on Alfea only she doesn't actually die but wakes up at some mysterious place and non other than Valtor saves her from being... robbed, I guess (if my memory serves me correctly). The two of them reluctantly team up and seek shelter in this old castle. Through some turn of events they find out that they have actually been on Domino (Sparx) the whole time and that while it's only been a couple of weeks for them, it's been over two years in the rest of the magic dimension.
I remember that Daphne was pregnant, Sky was supposed to marry some other girl which pissed off Diaspro and she subsequently tried to kill her which prompted Bloom to reveal that she's definitely still very much so alive. Then there was this whole crisis about alignment of the planets and some disaster that that particular event would bring which made them all come together at a council where Valtor revealed himself.
Then as a subplot we have Ogron being alive and together with Roxy and Nabu also coming back to life due to Ogron's efforts because he felt guilty over what he and his brothers had done to him, Leyla (Aisha) joined some freedom fighters after Bloom's disappearance and she apparently abandoned using magic altogether...
That's pretty much all that I remember and I would really be super grateful if someone could tell me what happened to that fic (the fic also had a sequel), whether I just lost it or if it had been deleted... so please, if anyone remembers it, send me a link or a name of the fic.
“My Men Shot Her Just Last Night.” - to know, to want by: @rist-ix
He can hear her voice like she is right in front of him. Can feel her breath on his skin, the heat of her glare.
However this will end, it will end between you and me.
Even if you kill me, it will always haunt you.
You cannot die, he thinks. You wouldn’t dare.
He tears the shroud away.
For a moment, he feels like he is falling. Like he has been crushed against a wall, his ribs impaling his lungs. For a moment, he is looking a the only being in the world he has ever loved, and she is dead.
Well, here we are. The end of my editing career. Jfc I’m never gonna make Baltor look that good ever again. This was a complete fluke. Enjoy it while you can because it’ll never happen again probably.
“It’s over,” he tells her gently. Well aware that this hurts her.
But it is pain of his doing, and he relishes that almost as much as he will relish her pleasure.
Bloom stumbles back, her breath coming in frightened little gasps as she surveys the destruction he wrought in less than an hour. Neither of them had known he was capable of this, but he was. For her.
He tells her as much. And, as expected, it ignites her shock into searing, screaming fury.
Golden magic saturates her skin with flickering flames, bursts from every pore until she is haloed in it, in the Flame that connects them both. Blue eyes burning with vengeance, fixed to his. Blind to the entire world but him.
“Yes,” he laughs, exhilarated. The hunger for a fight, for her, thrumming in every nerve as he raises his hands, inviting, welcoming. “Come to me.”
… technically the excerpt is from to know, to want, but you know what, y’all know what it’s from.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @rist-ix!!!
I genuinely hope you enjoy. This has been a labor of love since December, and blood, sweat, and tears can’t begin to describe what all went into this. But, I hope it was all worth it!
Now, I shall finally rest … and maybe start working on my own fics. Maybe.
“Calling for a Rescue, Are We?” - And Your Enemies Closer, Ch. 1 by: emberfire411
This was just supposed to be an edit. I don’t know what happened. I had coffee for the first time at night and things spiraled out of control.
HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, @winxwannabe!!!!!
I would’ve done a video with different perspective shots, but recreating that dress was a bitch and quite frankly I don’t want to do it again.
Also, I know you know how insane I get about making fic scenes as fic-accurate as possible. I did clearly break that rule with this edit. In my defense, I really like this scene and it’s kinda hard to do a sparxshipping edit of it when Baltor’s not actually —physically— in the scene. So. I took some ✨liberties✨.
Do I feel like a dork now? Of course. Always do with videos. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this and enjoy your birthday! 🩵
(also i dont wanna hear shit from anyone about the voices. i can only do so much with free AI vocals.)
Those pale eyes darken, and a viciousness seeps into their bond that’s meant to frighten her. He places his hands on the door frame, leaning in as close as the spell will allow. “Bloom,” Baltor warns, lowly. “Let. Me. In.”
She glares back up at him, matching his ferocity. Their connections quakes, rippling with their quarreling egos. Her Dragon Flame eagerly thrums to life, awaiting her command to eviscerate the wizard and blast whatever remains of him into the street.
Then she laughs.
Baltor’s stern expression never falters, but she catches his eyes narrowing as her Flame suddenly settles.
“You must be really desperate if you’re resorting to intimidation,” she retorts, crossing her arms. “Do you think that’s the best tactic when you need my express permission to enter my —how did you word it?— vapid hovel?”
A menacing growl builds at the back of his throat and he bares his teeth. “Dragon’s Mercy, Bloom, must you always insist on being the most difficult person I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting?”
She hums, a little too satisfied with his reaction. “Flattery won’t get you past the door.”
as you can probably tell … i was deeply inspired. this fic has affected me in so many ways, and since I’m shitty at leaving reviews, please accept these edits as proof of my undying love for tbhtbh.
