#winx crack

[yaviae]

https://www.deviantart.com/sirdamonte24/art/Winx-Club-Bump-1103613111

Imagine this with valtor

spoiler alert: it's this pic from the HalloWinx episode:

And now with Valtor? You want it, you get it:

i don't know what you think, but Valtor enjoys booty here

[alternativewinxcontinuity]

Crack theory for (what the heck month are we in? April?)

What if the reason fairies and witches call the names of their attacks isn’t for spell activation purposes? 

Like maybe the first dozen times it is to set the spell, but after that what if they do it because it’s just an ingrained training habit to let their allies know what they’re about to do so they can get out of the way? 

And it’s only teams that have been together for a long time and are familiar with each other and each other’s spells that stop yelling out the attack name?

It’s not Enchantment, it’s Team Communication.

[solariaswitch]

Hunting Troll Headcanons

For this eerie, chilly holiday I have written some Hunting troll hc’s to fit the mood of strange creatures coming to life under the full moon tonight. So light a few extra candles and keep an eye out, and if you see any strange, ghoul-like shadows lurking in the corners where the light doesn’t reach... Don’t look them in the eye.

Happy all hallow’s eve...

- The trolls originate on earth. They came to the Magic dimension as the fairies travelled there. 

- It was beneficial for the trolls to move away from earth, as the earth’s sun turns trolls to stone. On other planets, they are protected from this.

- In the magic dimension they settled in the wildlands. They built a settlement there. 

- The nipple piercings are a rite of passage. More experienced trolls get more piercings. 

- The hunting ability is not innate. Sure, they are born with good senses of smell but they have a whole education system where they learn to perfect their senses of smell to never miss a scent. 

- The reason why they’re so adamant about learning to smell well is because their vision is awful and they’re more or less deaf. Smell was their way of making sense of the world. 

- Because of their sense of smell, they have since long been known to make exquisite perfumes. The trolls make the best and most sought after perfumes in the whole magic dimension.

- The reason why their hair is so long is because longer hair signifies status. The more complicated the hairdo, the higher the status of a troll. That troll in season one that had sleek, loose hair? Low status. 

- They really, really care about hair care for this exact reason. Just like perfumes, their hair products are sought after all across the dimension. The trolls are quite vain, really. 

- The reason the trolls find the fairies such easy targets is because their hair is usually loose and hardly ever in complicated hairdos (they loved Icy’s hair in season 6 though)

[fairyladyspring]

Nabu and Season 8

I came across the Specialists page on the Winx wikia and Nabu’s old design was quite a sight to see amonst the others in the new/ ugly design and stood out like a sore thumb.

I could feel the inspiration strike and thought to myself, how would Nabu react to the new design? Well come and see my attempt at a crack fic.

Read on FF.net /  AO3

Nabu found himself facing familiar faces. “Aisha” he mumbled, in awe at the love of his life, that is until a bright light blinded him, and his friends were transformed in front of him. “Wait, what?” he gasped, trying to get away from the magic, having this vile feeling only it did not seem to want to follow him. He was glad but he could only watch with doom as the light left his friends. His eyes got wide and he stared at the fairies and anger glimmed in his eyes. “What have you done to my friends?” he shouted, trying in vain to call upon his own magic and cure them from this travesty. Except no hard he tried, he couldn’t.

“Aisha, sweetheart, talk the me” he begged her. Except she did not respond, did not see him. “What have they done to you?” he whispered, appalled at her skin and Flora’s, too. How pale they looked. “Are you sick?” he asked them, still neither heard nor answered. Flora was as pale as Bloom and she had not been and his fiancée was shades brighter and none of the Winx looked like themselves. Okay, calm yourself, Nabu, he thought to himself, being panicked would not help at all. The longer he stared at them, the weirder he felt. “Why are all your eyes so big?” he questioned again and when he got no answer started muttering to himself. “Feels like they are staring at me, but they don’t even see me at all” He shook his head, finding even more what bothered him. “Damn, you look young” he cursed and felt bad for using such a world. They looked like preteens. They were twenty-year-old women, not girls. “What did they do to you?” 

He couldn’t bear the sight of the Winx like that and while he loved Aisha dearly, her looking so young made him feel like paedophile. Something he was not. “I’ll fix you, I’ll find a way” he nodded to himself and started to walk to Red Fountain. Hopefully his friends would know a way to help. They all loved the Winx, after all.

He was wrong. He had thought the Winx had it bad but his friends. “Oh god, what have they done to you?” he shouted. Not them, too, he thought getting even more desperate.  His hand went to his mouth and he gaped at them. “Your heads are so big” he gazed at his friends “And where have your abs all gone, you’re bodies look like Stormy could knock you all out with one gust of wind” Sticks, that what those bodies were, except their heads were too large for those bodies. Dazed he had to run out, away from those travesty, scandalous way his friends looked. He was not a pedo, he could not be seen with his friends looking even younger than the Winx did now. His friends looked like they were playing at being a hero, not being heroes.

While running away, he went to his old room, trying to find a mirror as a horrible, horrible thought crossed his mind. Did they change me, too? Please not, please not he begged to whatever entity existed. The gods listened and he let go of the air he had been holding. I’m still me, Nabu thought. At least he was. There was a small voice in his head, why him, how he was unchanged, but he was too glad not to bother. What was important, was saving his friends and he knew just the right place, Alfea.

Destination in place, he left the school and made haste for the other school where the girls resided. Hopefully Faragonda had a cure. The school looked different, he thought but then they had spent a year on earth, so there might be reasons they did not know about while visiting a different planet. Faragonda was cursed, too. And for that matter, everyone at the school was. He had to get out of here, came to his mind and he started running, until he knocked a fairy over. “I’m sorry” he apologized, helping the younger girl to her feet. With a startling realization he concluded she did not look years younger than the rest, in fact, she looked like a teenager, not a preteen and oh my god it was Roxy. “Roxy” he smiled and nearly cried in relief when he saw her still unchanged. “You’re still you”

The fairy nodded. “Yeah, I still am. I was bringing one fairy here and it turned out a mistake when she transformed, sadly I have not found a cure yet but at least I’m not the only one.” she explained, then halted, her gaze zeroing in on him. “You should not be here”, her mouth slightly opened, then she closed her eyes. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, Nex” she pressed then opened her eyes again. “Does Aisha know you’re here?” she asked. Nabu’s shoulders sagged. “She doesn’t, can’t even see me” He could feel Roxy look at him pitiful. “Oh Nabu” she sighed. “I think you might need an explanation, so I’ll show you to someone who knows a bit more than me about the magic”

With a spark of magic, Roxy teleported them to a fairy who Nabu knew from some passing, her name wasn’t quite as present as he would have liked. “Oh, another one?” the redhead piked up and stilled at the sight at Nabu. “Well, that is quite the surprise, really” She glanced at Roxy “Have you...?” Roxy shrugged and the two fairies gestured for him to wait while they went into the corner, seemingly arguing a bit. A few minutes later, when Nabu got bored waiting, they motioned for him to sit at the table and did so as well. “Sorry, this might be a talk we better have sitting. I’m Mirta” the redhead introduced herself. “Before I explain, what do you remember?”

Nabu explained fighting the wizards, feeling drained and then blackness, when he bolded upright. “The wizards” Roxy put a calming hand at his shoulders. “Defeated, for good” she smiled. “I have the Winx to thank for that” Nabu relaxed. Sounded just like the Winx. He continued explaining waiting and finding the Winx that way and how he found his way to the two fairies. Mirta and Roxy continued listening to him. Upon having finished, Roxy gestured for Mirta to start explaining.

“So you know how it is the Winx defeating the baddies, it’s because they are main characters and well, for the latest season of their adventure’s the creators used a different magic style for them. That is why they look different and everyone else that is background character” Nabu blinked at the explanation and having no better one he’d believe them. “So why aren’t you their way?” he asked them. The two of them looked at each other. “We’re not even background characters anymore” Roxy scoffed. Mirta added “I’m even more safe than Roxy from the new art style, I barely appeared at all apart from Season 1, you did not even know my name, I mean”

There was one last burning question, Nabu wanted to ask. “So why am I not in that art style” Roxy took a deap breath. “Well, you see, you died fighting the wizards, so you don’t appear anymore” playing with her fingers. Nabu blinked, then shrugged. “Well, there are worse ways to die, I guess. Besides, if my death saved me from that atrocious art style, I’m not complaining. I want to keep my skin and not have it whitened”

[alternativewinxcontinuity]

Bloom is an art nerd who absolutely has at least five Bob Ross paintings she did in front of the television during her oil painting phase. She takes Tecna to Earth to help her track down and transfer the entire ‘Joy of Painting’ series to take back to Alfea after one of the Winx has a bout of “I can’t do art for sh1t!!’

They have a painting party.

Bob Ross becomes a minor deity on an Art Planet.

[musamagicwinx-moved-blog]

When the day’s classes are canceled

[musamagicwinx-moved-blog]

My first Winx crack video! I hope you guys like it! :D Some scenes are in portuguese (my native language), but mosts parts are in english, so I hope you enjoy it! :3