#downland

[rherlotshadow]

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[thewriteroflucifenia]

Winx Club Rewrite - Trogs, Downland, and Princess Amentia

Biology

Trogs are a sentient species of magic users who are humanoids with characteristics of amphibians and arthropods. They have soft, flexible exoskeletons which are made of chitin and collagen which are able to expand with internal changes such as pregnancy or weight gain without forcing them to molt. Most Trogs have insect like wings and a plethora of various arthropod features which can include bioluminescence (like fireflies), different wing types, stingers, fangs, stronger plates, segmentation/body build differences, pinchers, extra eyes, extra limbs, etc.

Trogs begin their life cycle as eggs, then hatch into soft shelled larvae before slowly growing limbs like tadpoles. They then molt for the first time into their child forms, molt once more in their teens, and a final time when they are a fully grown adult. This is their last molt generally speaking. Trogs are able to breathe both through lungs and through cutaneous respiration through their skin and have to stay in moist, cool environments to stay healthy, especially as larvae when they are extremely sensitive to dehydration.

Trogs function much like bee hives. They are not a hive mind, however they live in a hive structured society. Trogs are individuals with personal ambitions and lives despite the hive social hierarchy. They are made up of sterile worker females, male drones, and queens. Virgin queens are referred to as princesses and make up the smallest part of the population. The queen can reproduce with drones and in rare cases, other females, but those unions only produce sterile female offspring. The queen of the hive lays all the eggs, who are then distributed throughout the hive to be raised by the other adults. The queen only raises princesses generally but may choose to raise the other larvae from her husband’s clutches. Generally the father of the clutch is given first pick on the eggs and will take some of them to raise. Trog eggs and larvae have a very high mortality rate, meaning many eggs in a given clutch are unviable and fragile larvae die easily. It’s a numbers game for Trogs and this has led to some disturbing solutions.

Abductions

To prevent inbreeding, Trogs trade drones with other hives but they also have found that abducting human males from the surface has increased genetic diversity. This has led to generations of Trogs abducting and imprisoning humans, which in Downland specifically, usually means male students from one of the three schools. The prisoners are allowed to leave after ten years, but by that point have lost all contact with the outside world, have Trog children that can’t survive on the surface yet, and have endured abuse long enough for it to be normalized. Many end up staying in Downland, living with other civilians and raising their children. This horrific practice is practiced by the queens and their guards, but is not indicative of the average Trog, who does not have any power to stop this from happening.

Culture

Culturally Trogs do not conceptualize family as genetically based, though fathers often raise some but not all of their own larvae. Because everyone is descended from the queen and raised by adoptive parents, family ties are chosen. Family units are formed primarily through caring for larvae and business partnerships. While marriage does occur, this is purely a social arrangement and almost all couples are unable to produce offspring. For the Queen, marriage is more about her personal nest. The Queen chooses her husband to be her primary partner socially and will generally raise any children produced from that union, but will have many other sexual partners for the sake of hive diversity.

The Queen has complete control over who she marries, who she mates with, and how eggs are distributed. Because the Queen’s premature death can lead to population collapse if she does not have a successor, queens have immense social and political power within their hive, which can allow them to act tyrannically with little consequence (cough Amentia cough).

Some hives have multiple active queens while others only have one. Downland has two during the events of the main series.

Trogs are avid brewers and have a strong cultural importance on the process of making alcohol. Their drink of choice is a combination of mead made from their own honey and wine made from subterranean berries. Their cuisine includes a lot of moss, bats, cave fish, aquatic arthropods like crayfish, mushrooms, unviable eggs, and subterranean plants that photosynthesize using the light from the local crystals. And lots of booze. Booze for days. You would also drink if you lived in Downland.

Princess Amentia

Amentia is the only surviving princess of the current Queen of Downland. Unless her mother is able to produce another viable princess, Amentia is the only future Downland has, which has allowed her to act cruel towards her workers without consequence. This only exacerbated the entitlement she was already brought up to have. In my rewrite, Amentia is… not defeated with the power of love. She’s defeated with the power of Stella hyped up on vitamin D gummies beating her with her scepter. Brandon ran back into the palace to help free the other prisoners, starting a riot with the aid of Stella, Bloom, Aisha, Sky, Riven, and Diaspro. The humans escaped and the students fled by ship, leaving Downland behind but Brandon was never the same afterwards.

Amentia is left publicly humiliated by being beaten to a pulp at her own wedding, having her chosen drone rescued, and the other humans escaping. The only person she felt secure around while healing from her injuries was Sponsus, who she married. Amentia’s ego was deeply bruised by this incident, her carapace permanently dented. She vows one day, somehow she will get her revenge of Brandon and Stella… and in next gen she will.

[hardcore-gaming-101]

Downland

You just entered the underground cavern you discovered, only to hear a thunderous roar behind you. It’s a cave-in! With the entrance sealed, your only hope is to work your way through the ten caverns that lay ahead of you. With any luck, you’ll get out in one piece. If you’re really lucky, you won’t leave empty-handed, as there’s a fortune in jewels and money scattered throughout the caverns. But beware the dangers that lurk within, or you’ll never see the light of day again. Programmed by Michael Aichlmayr for Spectral Associates, Downland was released on a cartridge for the TRS-80 Tandy Color Computer (aka CoCo) in 1983. It looks easy to play, but can be very difficult to master. You have four lives and no continues, and there is no way to earn extra lives. Working with what you have, you must guide your nameless adventurer through the ten caverns (numbered 0 through 9) that make up the underground. It’s not a straightforward trek, as there are times where you’ll have to double-back into caverns you’ve already passed through to get items that you’ve missed. The caverns range from simple to navigate to ones that require all of your skill just to get through.

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Masterlist

Princess Amentia of Downland (Queen in 4Kids dub), first appearing S2E4, is the ruler of a small kingdom of people called Trog (which I have a few problems about that we’ll talk on later). She is a dominant, perfectionist that falls madly in love with Brandon, Stella’s boyfriend. She serves as a minor conflict and minor ally to the Winx against Darkar. And while I think Amentia is a unique character that should’ve been explored more, she is also written off as a pitch poor portrayal of women in positions of power and borders on racist stereotypes. It’s unfortunate that I’ve yet to see any posts or articles talking about the inappropriate portrayal of her character and her people.

Not only is she a powerful ruler, she is also an impressive warrior, and so are many of her people. Despite their impressive nature, she and her soldiers are written as brainless brutes. Especially the soldiers. This is a common portrayal of unfortunately several brown people, but especially Indians & Arabians (also Natives, with how they’re written as savage and uncivilized) All of these cultures are stereotyped as being controlling, the same way Princess Amentia is. But I specifically want to talk about her being a woman in a position of power first.

In the world of Winx we don’t often get female rulers, which is strange as the Magic Realm has various societies and cultures but for some reason they’re all Kingdoms? Another rant for another day. But my point still stands, she is, other than the Queen of the Earth fairies, the only female ruler and indisputably the only female warrior. Yet, she’s controlling and doesn’t understand the idea of consent. She’s selfish, self-centered, and uses her position as a way to, frankly, just be a bitch to everyone. While she has good qualities, like being a strong strategist and, of course, fighter. She’s written so shallowly for the sake of being a low-stake conflict instead of a fully-rounded character. It’s sad to see the only woman in power to be written in such a bitchy way as many women with positional power are viewed.

It’s also gross with the way they solved this conflict by forcing her to fall in love with someone else without her consent nor the work necessary to make a happy couple. I know one of the dubs made it where she realized Sponsus is her soulmate instead of falling in love with him on the spot, but I’ve always hated the soulmate trope because, in this case, it just feels like an easy fix.

Now onto the stereotypes, it was always something I noticed even as a child. It’s clear the Trog is a weird mix of Aztec & Orientalist aesthetics. Amentia wears what looks like a dupatta in her military outfit (a strange contrast to her immodest outfit which goes against the usage of the dupatta). She also wears a bindi or a Tilaka, which personally I think it is more of, which isn’t specifically a problem but helps to prove the Trogs are pulling from Indian asesthetics. Her and the other female Trogs dress in what looks like bellydancing costumes or vaguely Aztec costumes. And while I don’t have a problem with her or the Trogs being inspired by various cultures, the fact that they’re portrayed as savages leaves a sour taste when paired with their outfits being poor, sexualized versions or shallow depictions of real cultures.

Not to mention the forced marriage conflict, is strange. I get using arranged marriages as conflict, this happens in several series, it literally happens multiple times in Winx alone. But it feels downplayed for how uncomfortable Brandon was and for how often Amentia forced herself on him. And while this may be a stretch, it just looks like they’re minimizing female-initiated sexual assault and harassment.

Lastly, the name Trog. This is literally an insult in the english language, it being a shortened version of Troglodyte. It’s already a shitty move to name a species after an insult but to have these stereotypes on top of it, is so much worse.

Amentia deserved to be taken seriously as a character and not a gross interpretation of women in power, her being aggressive and forceful are not what make a powerful woman powerful. She deserved to learn how to fall in love and not to pick a suitor based on looks or her perfectionist ideas. Her people deserved to stand as interesting characters without being stereotypical or shallow. Also it would’ve been great to see her pop up again in later seasons, especially S3. As one of the only kingdoms that doesn’t use magic it would’ve been interesting to see where she stood against Valtor.

There is so much that could’ve been done with her personality and a character in her position, yet they threw them in for low-stake conflict and filler content.

In short, Princess Amentia deserved better.

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Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises Ch 13

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader Warnings: language, usual SVU case talks. For reference, the Abby Stewart case takes place during s17’s “A Misunderstanding” if you want more backstory/foreshadowing

That Friday, you were more than thankful to be off work, and finally out of the house with your wife. Even if it was just bar seats at Forlini’s, where you would constantly be badgered by coworkers on both sides, you were happy to have finally gotten Rita out of the house and away from work. The two of you were picking over plates of zucchini fries, stuffed mushrooms and calamari, having ordered the mains to be taken home. You were sipping on a glass of pinto while Rita had opted to go stronger with a scotch, it had been a rough week after all.

Rita’s free hand was possessively wrapped around your thigh, her thumb stroking softly on your pant leg. It piqued your interest more than a little bit, usually the two of you weren’t ones for public displays of affection, especially in a place so filled with coworkers. And while Rita was incredibly tender and caring with you, she didn’t usually show a lot of softness outside of the house. It was as if she was keeping an extra eye on you, wanting to remind the world that you were hers and not to be messed with. You also hadn’t missed that she’d worn her wedding band to work the last two days. Not that you minded any of this, you liked it when she got a little more clingy, rather than buried in piles of work exhausted you were actually able to spend real time with your wife.

The conversation had been sparsely flowing between you as you’d updated each other on the last couple of days. It was pretty regularly interrupted by a coworker or friend, but the silence was always comfortable, there was a lot that both of you could say without words. Currently her gaze was held by the t.v behind the bar, mindlessly munching on calamari. Your hand slowly reached out, smoothing back a few loose pieces of hair back behind her ear and her head turned back to you.

“Sorry…”she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss into your palm, “I should be paying attention to you not the news.”

“Baby, it’s fine. It’s not like we need to constantly be talking. Take the time to decompress, it’s been a fucking week.”

“You’re too good to me.” She leant in, kissing you softly and you let out a quiet giggle, pecking her once more before leaning into her.

“You deserve it. And I can show you just how much when we get home.” Your lips hit her cheek softly before retreating back into your chair and she chuckled.

“As much as I am thinking about heading straight to bed when we get home it’s unfortunately not for that.”

“You that tired?”

“I feel like I need to sleep for a fucking month.”

“Okay.” You stroked at the side of her cheek lightly, “maybe you should take a few days off? You might be coming down with something?”

“I’ll talk to Liz.” She sighed at the movement behind your chairs, realizing yet someone else was coming up to chat. She took a swig of scotch half turning to face them, “I don’t talk deals on the weekend Carisi. Or are you here to berate us about our marriage again?”

“I-uh…tha opposite actually.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. He’d already been feeling like an idiot for coming down so harshly the other day, but once he’d noticed the two of you up at the bar he’d been watching just how soft and tender you were with each other. “I wanted to apologize Sarge, like you said, I was way outta line. I shouldn’t be judgin’ ya for your relationship.”

“I’ll say.” Rita muttered.

“I”-

“Carisi save it.” She started again, “you had a right to be mad at the case and instead you chose to take it out on my wife, our marriage, and bail on a meeting we’d already set. It was completely unprofessional and inappropriate.”

“Baby…” you laughed softly, squeezing at her hand, “let the man talk.”

“Nah, she’s right. So, I just wanna say I’m sorry. Especially callin’ ya out in front of the whole squad like that. It wasn’t your fault. It won’t happen again.”

“Apology accepted Sonny.” You gave him a soft smile, “we’re good, promise.”

“Thanks.” He grinned back, “anyway, I’ll see ya Monday.” With a small wave, he vanished back to the booth he’d been eating at.

“Can we get out of here before someone else comes by?” Rita groaned and you laughed, flagging down the bartender.

“Yeah. Let’s get you home, bed and cuddles are calling.”

You swiftly paid the bill, packing up the stuff to go and plopped it into the bag before standing. Rita was quick to clasp your hand in her own, linking your fingers as you made your way from the restaurant.

“You sure you’re okay?” Your brow scrunched as you turned to her, waiting for the light to change.

“What’d’you mean?” She quirked a brow toward you.

“You were pretty defensive at Carisi, you haven’t been like that over me in years. I’m a big girl, I can handle it myself.”

“He said some pretty horrible stuff about and to you. I just want you to be okay.”

“Rita, I’m a cop, I’ve had a hell of a lot worse said to me.” You laughed.

“You’re also the love of my life.” Her hand stroked down your cheek, “I just want you safe, want to make sure nothing ever happens to you.”

“You really are sappy tonight.” You teased and she huffed out, rolling her eyes. Though she did smile when you leant in and pressed a light kiss to her lips.

When you got home, you stashed the leftovers in the fridge, and urged Rita to just get ready for bed, you’d meant what you’d said about her potentially getting sick. You made some tea, made sure water glasses were filled and snuggled her into your side in the bed, opting to Netflix from there for the rest of the night. It also was the added bonus that the bedroom was a no work zone, she couldn’t make any excuses over it. And honestly, you weren’t totally surprised when it didn’t take long at all for her to be out like a light, breathing softly wrapped in your embrace.

*

The weekend had come and gone, and with it, naturally another case. Liv and Kat had picked it up over the weekend, but left everything but the basics for Monday. The squad along with Carisi were gathered in the bull pen, going over what the team knew, and coming up with directions to go from there. Your brow scrunched as you looked over the whiteboard, trying to string together a couple of pieces. Both the victim and the perp were members of Dowland academy, there had been a school dance, and like many before them, they’d ventured down to the dark room.

“Okay…wait…” you paused Olivia in her sentence as you flipped through a couple of files in front of you, “this is the….third case with students from Dowland since I’ve gotten here. And the…like…fourteenth since the Abby Stewart case. Do we think maybe something else is going on here?”

“That’s…exactly what 1PP and the D.A’s office are thinking.” Liv replied to you and you hummed.

“We already know about the cherry picking club, I mean, these guys are basically competing ta find girls to sleep with from within the school.” Sonny gestured to the board and you flipped through a file.

“Yeah, but the pic you got for the Stewart case was zoomed in on Abby’s year. And I’m pretty sure the one behind that portrait only goes back like…eight years or something. And this has been something that’s been going on for over twenty.”

“You sure about that?” Liv asked and you nodded.

“I would know. I went to Dowland after all. It’s all some of those boys would talk about that.”

“So you’re sayin’ there’s another list out there?” Carisi commented.

“There has to be.” You sighed, “this whole cherry picking club had to have started somewhere. There’s no way it would be passed down through so many generations of students if it was just some douche bag buddies. Not to mention, if they’re still adding names to the list, and we’ve seen so many cases stemming from it, the school itself isn’t doing enough to try and stop it.”

“You think we should take on the school?” Kat asked.

“You took on Manor Hill.” You replied.

“Yeah but that was teachers having sex with and molesting kids.” Amanda cut in.

“And you guys got what you figured you would out of it…an apology.” You commented and Carisi raised a brow.

“How do you know all this?”

You looked at him blankly, as if you hadn’t had this conversation already last week,

“Kinda married to their attorney….remember?”

“Is that gonna be a problem in this one?” He replied and you rolled your eyes.

“No Carisi. One charter school is enough for her to worry about. I know Dowland asked but she declined.” You shrugged to indicate you didn’t know why, pushing forward in your chair, “that’s beside the point. This whole cherry picking thing, it started and was encouraged by someone, and we need to trace it back to them. It could’ve been a teacher, a coach, an after school coordinator, whoever. If we can get into Dowland, find the other lists, we can start to compare them to yearbooks to try and track down some other people, some may have been victims, some may have been totally consensual. We interview them, find some credible witnesses that will hold up on the stand better than teenagers and come off more reliable, and we track down the source of this club. I mean, this school has become a grooming, breeding ground for rapists, just because they graduate or got their name into the club doesn’t mean they’ve stopped their behaviour.”

“We can’t exactly just show up in the middle of the day and start questioning kids, or searching behind every portrait. We can’t get warrants for something so vague.” Carisi commented and you shrugged.

“We can talk to Sarah’s friends and Peter’s friends pertaining to this rape case, and try to get some intel, maybe talk to some teachers see if they know anything more. I mean, they clearly know about the club after the Stewart case.” Amanda suggested.

“We still can’t go snoopin’ around the school without warrants or an invitation.” Sonny sighed, “so this is lookin’ like two cases we’re running at the same time?”

“Looks like it.” Olivia nodded, “Fin, Amanda, head down to the school to start talking to Sarah and Peter’s classmates. Kat, pull the files from the Stewart case and see if there’s anything we didn’t use then that we can use now. Winters, Carisi, head out and talk to Chris, see if you can get anything out of him worth using, hell, even a list of seniors from his first year. Y/n, do you have a contact for Abby?”

“She’s in Boston for college but I’ve got a couple of her social’s. I’ll see if she’s willing to talk anymore about it.”

“Thanks.” You and Sonny turned to leave but she kept going, “and…maybe stop by that firm, see if Barba or Buchanan have any paperwork from the Stewart case they’re willing to hand over.”

“Ugghh.” You groaned immediately holding a fist up to Carisi who thankfully understood you were rock paper scissor-ing for who had to deal with Buchanan and he let out a small swear when he lost.

The afternoon was spent just as that, though you swung by the firm on the way out, giving you the time to flip through whatever you got while Sonny drove. Chris wasn’t able to give you much, but he did give you a few more names of his inner circle of friends from Dowland that you could look into, compare to the picture of the list. Abby returned your message politely enough, saying that she’d really not like to go back to trial over anything, but was okay answering a few questions if it was you asking, you were a family friend after all.

The afternoon also gave you and Sonny a bit of time to re-break the ice after last week’s fight. Even with the apology, the waters were still a bit tense in the car when you first got in. You loosened him up a little bit talking over the Stewart case and talking shop before you moved back into more personal conversation. He felt better by the time you were returning back into Manhattan, you were opening up and letting him see into a little bit of your previously very private life, little stories of your relationship and he appreciated so much that you trusted him enough to let him into that half of your life.

He dropped you off at home, bidding you a friendly good night before making his own return to home. After changing and tugging your hair up you went for search of your Dowland year book, knowing it was buried somewhere in the home office (which was now thankfully finally done with it’s renovations). You found Rita’s first, but pulled out yours not long after that, you weren’t really sure what you were looking for yet, you didn’t have any other cherry club lists. But at least you could go through your own and curate a list of names of the boys who bragged about it the most, and friends that you knew you’d be able to talk to about it and hopefully get some information out of.

When your stomach started to grumble you realized that dinner would probably be a good idea, even if Rita didn’t make it home she could heat it up later. You pulled open the fridge, staring in for a moment at what you had, trying to decide if you were going to make something full or be lazy and pull a box of macaroni from the cupboard. There was chicken you’d already prepped in teriyaki sauce so you decided on a healthy medium, grabbing some veggies to grill up into stir fry’s. You preheated the pan and tossed what you needed more well done in it, grabbing a bag of minute rice from the cupboard to toss in the microwave later on.

It was when you moved to toss the unused chicken back in the fridge, the door swinging shut that you noticed the Dowland letterhead on the fridge. You’d completely forgotten about it, with Rita not wanting to go you hadn’t been planning on it, but this provided an opportunity. Your hand plucked it from behind the magnet, actually reading through the invite, realizing it was happening the coming up weekend. Grabbing your phone you quickly hit Carisi’s contact,

“Hey. Ya find somethin’?”

“You got plans Saturday night?” You asked.

“Uh..no. Why?”

“I just found our way into the school.”

“What’d’ya mean?”

“You said without a warrant we’d need an invitation, well…I’ve got an invitation.” A voice that wasn’t Sonny’s cut through the room and you jumped.

“What’re you scheming?” Rita raised a brow as you nearly dropped your phone.

“Jesus fucking Christ, when did you get home?”

“Bout an hour ago? I was in the office. Looked like you were working, I didn’t want to bother you.” She pecked your cheek gently, “who’re you scheming with?”

“I’m not scheming!” You defended, hearing Carisi chuckle on the other end of the line, “just…taking Sonny on a little date on Saturday.” She cocked a suspicious brow at that, “don’t worry!” You playfully shoved at her arm, “it’s got nothing to do with any of your cases.” She took over for you at the stove while you briefly moved into the living room, “sorry.”

“S’ok.” Sonny laughed, “what’re we looking at?”

“High school reunion. It’s Saturday at seven, it at least gets us in the door and in a room full of alumnus that we can casually ask about the club.”

“Won’t that be a lil’ suspicious considering you’re married?”

“Oh please, as if you kept up with anyone from your high school. Last thing they knew I was dating a boy.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll meet ya in the morning to go over details with Cap.”

“Kay. Night Carisi.”

“Night.”

You hung up the phone after that, retreating back into the kitchen where Rita was flipping through one of the year books.

“Why’re you looking at Dowland?”

“Another case came in. It’s like the fifteenth one from Dowland since Abby, with that whole club thing we wanna dive further into that, try and figure out when it started. You got any ideas?”

“No.” She flipped the book shut, her body nearly tensing, “I never heard of anything when I was there.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, pausing to take a moment to curl around her back, nuzzling into her shoulder as you placed a trail of gentle kisses down her neck. “Just figured I’d ask.” You held her for a moment, your arms squeezing her gently as she leant back into your embrace. “You wanna eat on the patio? It’s pretty nice out there.”

“Sounds lovely.” She linked your hand in hers and kissed it gently, “I do believe I saw a new season of This Is Us on Netflix the other day.”

“Oooh.” You kissed her cheek, “sounds like we know what we’re doing tonight.” You laughed, double checking the pan as the microwave beeped and you scooped rice and toppings onto plates. You passed one to Rita and grabbed a wine bottle with a couple of glasses while you snuck out to the balcony.

Once you were done eating you retreated back inside, tugging down a blanket onto the couch as you started the t.v. You shifted so you were on your back, Rita draped herself between your legs, pausing to kiss you softly before snuggling into your chest where you pressed another kiss to her head.

“I love you.” You murmured.

“I love you too.” To enunciate she grabbed your hand, kissing your palm, “thank you for dinner.”

“Always.” You kissed her head again as the show started and your attention was pulled over there instead. Though your hands stayed on her, once dancing slow patterns on her back while the other interlaced with her own, thumb rubbing softly against your knuckles. No matter how rough or long a day was, knowing that this was what you got to come home to each night made it all worthwhile.

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