#Iorda isn't insane

[magixfairyix]

Vengeance and Champange

Iorda goes after Sona, one of the minions of the Shaman Witch. Sona has been poisoning students at Cloud Tower, but several days earlier, a spell of the sorceress' had forced Iorda to live through all her worst moments.

And Iorda wants revenge.

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Iorda paced through the hallway of Cloud Tower, eyes narrowing at the flickering gargoyle torches on the walls in case there were any irregularities there.

She kept her right hand half-raised. A dim, black glow surrounded it. There was an itch in her gut to make Sona suffer and to give the sorceress the same damage she's given others, only tenfold.

Iorda felt that she could get used to that need for vengeance that was beginning to become more and more familiar. As it it was an old friend she shoved away in disgust only to make amends with it.

For the past few days, as she got used to using negative emotions, she felt like she wasn't in her own body. It was like she suddenly was the unapologetic version of herself she was when she first arrived in Magix all those years ago.

Now, she felt comfortable being that unapologetic version again.

Iorda's eyes scanned the end of the hall—jutting off into two smaller hallways—as the heels of her Inseimix form echoed through the space.

There was a flash of dark hair with silver and gold strands running through it before the sight disappeared down the leftmost hallway.

"SONA!" Iorda growled.

Iorda instantly started running after Sona, eyes narrowed. She didn't even think to fly. Truthfully, her wings were an appendage she didn't feel as strongly as she used to. Running felt more natural.

She wasn't surprised of how Sona was running away—she'd done the same thing after Aria and Dagi, her sisters, had been finished off by the Winx and the Trix the last time the group fought.

Sona was a coward.

She'd been using poisonous spores against the students of Cloud Tower, and now, as a result, the infirmary was full of incarcerated witches who should've been free from further suffering if not for the sorceress.

Not again.

Never again.

Iorda whirled around into the left hallway, freezing when she realized it was clouded by a yellow plume of mist. She raised a hand up to her eyes while biting her lip to hold her breath, before beginning to feel a stinging sensation where her leggings didn't cover her ankles.

Iorda squinted her eyes through the spores, spotting a silhouette through the spores. She started to feel the same stinging feeling on her hands and face. Poison. She wasn't about to risk inhaling whatever the fuck it was.

Iorda focused on her magic before she felt the familiar tug of the shadows on the walls, turning into the wall before she got shallowed up by the darkness. She inhaled deeply. Inhaling pure darkness would be unpleasant for Stella, or even Musa, but not her.

It was as if she was in familiar territory as she moved through the shadows on the walls, avoiding contact with the poisonous spores she would've touched should she have been in the hall. She wondered why she never took the time to be this comfortable in the shadows before.

Of course, she used them for her magic, but for a long time, she refused to get to know the source of her powers because of a lack of ease in using them.

Iorda spun out of the shadows with graceful ease, stepping out to where the cloud had thinned enough that the air was no longer lethal or dangerous. She raised both her hands, looking around for any sight of Sona.

"Show yourself!" Iorda snarled.

A light chuckle echoed through the hallway.

"I swear to the dragon, Sona, when I find you—"

"What? You'll kill me?"

Iorda whirled around to see Sona standing inside the cloud of spores, where they were the thickest. Still a coward. Even if Iorda had been able to hold her breath long enough to make that sorry excuse for a person suffering, she didn't want to risk knowing what the spores would do to her lungs.

She thought of using psychic magic on herself to cut off automatic breathing for a few seconds, but even with her limited knowledge in that area, she knew it was dangerous to use such magic on herself.

Also, Darcy—the one with a lot of experience in that area—would have her hide.

Iorda glared at Sona, her voice laced with fury. "Exactly."

"Aw, the little fairy thinks she can kill me, how cute!" Sona laughed, raising a hand up to her chest. Iorda gave her a deadpan look, letting one of her glowing hands fall. She'd wait Sona out until she thought of a plan. "You're weak."

Iorda pursed her lips tightly, feeling irritated. "I was weak enough to break out of that bullshit spell of yours."

"I wouldn't call it bullshit," Sona said teasingly.

"Tough shit."

"I mean, it worked better than I thought!" Sona said, throwing her head back with another laugh that bordered on a cackle. "You were a total mess once you got out of that trance! Screaming, crying about why you don't deserve the pain!"

Iorda felt a small stab of discomfort at the reminder of her collapsed state while in the trance; when she had dug her nails into her arms, sobbing and trembling. She truly wanted to die after going through that. All the physical and mental agony.

She didn't blame herself for that at all; when she was, in truth, a mess after that. Being forced to suffer through all her most painful moments was one of the worst things she's managed to live through, and even now, it still hurts to think about all that happened.

But instead of thinking that she didn't try hard enough like she would've done years ago, Iorda felt angry. Furious even.

At Sona, and at the Shaman Witch.

But Iorda only had one of them to take her emotions out on.

Iorda smirked. "A mess?"

"Haha well, that's certainly what I'd call you!"

Iorda subtly put her hand behind her back, digging deep into her magic and focusing on it. She'd seen this spell used several times—she'd have to thank Darcy for the idea—but she never had done it because of the constant shame.

"But I lived..." Iorda began, ensuring Sona wouldn't focus on her next move. "And you failed."

She felt the now-familiar and comforting pull of the shadows, watching them form small tendrils moving from the ground; hidden in the cloud of spores for now.

Perfect.

"Oh please, soon you'll be—"

Iorda waved her arm upwards, and an inconsistently-shaped pitch-black hand rose up from the ground. Sona's eyes widened for a brief second before the hand gripped her in the midsection, raising her up in the air before throwing her out of the spore cloud and against the wall behind Iorda.

With a satisfied look, Iorda turned around. "You were saying?"

She held her glowing hand in a fist as she walked closer to Sona, and the shadow hand around the sorceress—holding her up against the wall—tightened.

Not enough that anything broke, but the sorceress let out a rather satisfying scream.

Iorda knelt down in front of Sona, watching the way the sorceress' eyes were clenched closed in pain. No matter how deep in herself Iorda looked, she couldn't find much sympathy.

It was refreshing.

Iorda thought of reading Sona's mind to find out more about the Shaman Witch's plans—or at least whatever information had been disclosed to Sona—but she didn't know if, one, she had enough skill over her psychic magic for that after not using it for long.

Two, she didn't want to risk Sona escaping.

"How about you tell me what the Shaman Witch is planning?" Iorda said with a bored expression, tilting her head as she rested her chin in her palm. "That'll make things easier for both of us."

Iorda noticed how Sona's expression was very much the complete opposite of the confidant, and somewhat playful, sorceress she was. She'd thought it would be easy to finish off Iorda, but now she was the one in the difficult discussion.

Sona's expression became pressed as she looked Iorda up and down. She'd seen Iorda absorbing her spores during the light fight, but Iorda had been anxious and unsure. Seeing the almost tired and apathetic expression on the girl's face was... startling.

Iorda, at Sona's silence, waved her hand. A wisp of shadows came up from the ground and began to form a thin, foot-long needle-like knife of solidified darkness that hovered over Iorda's open palm.

Sona gaped. "You—"

"Yes, I would drive these needles into your arms," Iorda finished coldly. "I would do worse if needed. Fairy, or not. So, now that we have those wonderful debates out of the way..."

Sona, for the first time in centuries, had to question if she would get out of this situation alive. But she was loyal to the Shaman Witch above all else, and if Sona blabbed crucial information only to get out of this alive...

She doubted the Shamn Witch would let her life last much longer...

"I..." Sona started, faking a calm smile. "I don't know anything! You know how evil overlords are, they don't tell you information—"

Iorda waved her hand in an instant, and the needle shot forward with lightning speed only to stab through Sona's arm just below her shoulder, pinning her arm to the wall. Sona threw her head back, letting out a shrill scream that echoed eerily through the hall.

"One, as horrible as I am in psychic magic, being able to feel if someone lies is like breathing for me," Iorda said, looking at Sona with an upturned gaze. Her eyes slowly moved to the bleeding wound briefly. "Two, it really hurts to get stabbed in the arm. Doesn't it, Sona?"

One of the memories Iorda has been forced to re-live was when she fought against Icy for one of the Codex pieces in Downland, only to get stabbed in the arm by an ice spear. It truly felt satisfying to give the same pain to the sick mind behind the spell.

Iorda created another needle, this one thicker. "We can continue this if you'd like."

Iorda watched as Sona tensed back as best she could from the weapon. She supposed that eventually, the sorceress would give up some useful information, but regardless, she had no plan to make the Sona's suffering any easier.

Sona's eyes darted between the needle and Iorda, eyes burning with tears of pain as she tried to keep a calm expression. "L-look, we can talk about—"

Iorda snapped her fingers.

The needle shot out, planting itself in Sona's wrist.

"No, we really can't," Iorda sneered.

Sona bit her lip to bury the agony, looking at Iorda with a tear-filled glare. "You're INSANE."

"As if I don't know that!" Iorda snapped "Now, talk, otherwise, I can just make the knives thicker and thicker until they end up piercing something lethal!"

Iorda could feel the remains of her past self—the one who always worried about being the perfect fairy to the point where she had no semblance of identity besides it—trying to twist her heart with guilt, but then she recalled just how painful it was to re-live all her worst moments.

It almost felt like a high, if highs were stable. A better word for it would be feeling content as if she just meditated, and then came out of it feeling the most in her body she's felt in years.

She felt grounded, and confident.

She knew what she wanted.

Iorda noticed how Sona was still silently glaring at her. She rolled her eyes, feeling irritated that she wasn't getting any information that could potentially help herself and everyone self not die against the Shaman Witch.

"Or..." Iorda mused darkly, reaching forward and grabbing the knife impacted in Sona's wrist. She twisted it without hesitation, and the sorceress cried out in pain very quickly. "We can do this."

"O-okay!" Sona screeched. "F-fine okay, I'll tell you! Just—"

Iorda turned the knife even further. "Start talking. Now!"

"She wants to make Oscurita and the—the Magic Dimension similar with their energies! So then they'll collapse into each other!" Sona cried out, breathing shallowly. "That's all I know! Please!"

"And that is a lie," Iorda sneered, continuing to twist the knife.

"I—" Sona choked on a scream. "She's going to M-Magix in a few days to find a positive energy! That's really all I know! I swear! I—"

That was less information than Iorda wanted to learn, but she didn't feel that usual itch in her gut that would indicate that Sona was lying. Some information was better than none, so Iorda was satisfied enough.

"I believe you," Iorda said, standing up and leaving the knife in Sona's wrist.

The fact that the sorceress was agonized to high hell also helped Iorda feel satisfied enough to stop moving the knife. Sona had paid for what she'd done, but...

Iorda didn't come here to show mercy.

She looked down at Sona, seeing how the sorceress' face was streaked with tears. Blood leaked down her arms, still spilling out from the two wounds in her arm onto the wooden flooring.

Sona breathed in shakily. "W-what are you..."

"Since you were honest with me, I guess I should return the favour," Iorda said plainly, shrugging. "I'm thinking how quick I should make your death. Or how painful."

"You don't have to kill me!" Sona snapped, voice filled with fear. "I—I can leave you are your friends alone! Wouldn't that be a good decision, huh?"

Iorda didn't even consider Sona's point of view for a second. She wasn't sure of how truthful Sona was being this time—there was an equal chance of her words being lies or truth—but Iorda wasn't about to leave things up to chance.

Iorda let her arm hang as shadows from the ground snaked over her hand before forming a third knife; this one thicker than the rest, but still easy enough to hold. She balanced the knife in her hand, making sure the portion she held would not draw her own blood.

"Not quite," Iorda remarked, kneeling in front of Sona.

"H-have mercy, please—"

"Here's the thing," Iorda mused, tapping the knife on Sona's bleeding arm. "I would have listened to you years ago, maybe even weeks. But after you are forced to go through all your worst moments, mercy becomes quite useless, don't you think?"

Sona flinched at the knife's touch, and Iorda continued.

"I know that I no longer have to be perfect, and I suppose you're to thank for that," Iorda said. "But that also means I don't have to ignore how pissed I am at what you pulled."

Iorda watched as Sona remained silent, and she assumed that the sorceress didn't have anything more to say. It made things more peaceful in a way. She gripped the knife in one hand, positioning it an inch away from Sona's forehead.

Levitating the knife would take less force, but something about driving it through Sona's skull felt more intimate and cathartic. She breathed in slowly. She kept recalling breathing in the spores that caused her to fall into that coma; soon leading to that agony of reliving her past moments of agony.

Sona's lips opened to speak again.

But Iorda decided to then drive the knife forward, hearing a crack of sorts—her skull, most likely—and smelling the metallic scent of the blood that leaked down the sorceress' face. And the scream, oh, the scream.

Sona's hoarse cry of pain sounded beautifully similar to how Iorda had cried out after waking up from the coma, and it made the situation even better.

It was perfect.

Iorda tilted her head back with a content sigh as she relished how familiar and comforting the stated need for revenge was. She tugged the knife out, and blood spurted out of Sona's skull before the sorceress disappeared in a shimmering yellow dust; her blood and all signs of what transported had left along with her.

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@s12-kittie RIP to ur girl Sona :(

[magixfairyix]

Magical Adventure Idea:

OKAY so y'know when the Winx go to Ovrum and they see those shadowy figures clawing at the walls/magic cells, or whatever the hell they're stuck in.

WHAT IF those shadow figures were the past 'metees' or 'descendants' or 'vessels' of the Ancestral Witches? They had broke under the pressure, and their souls had been sent to Ovrum (for what reason? I have no fucking clue yet) for eternal torment for their failure.

WHICH would be a good reason for Icy to destroy the tiny af tree of life. Or if I rewrite Magical Adventure (will never happen) there might not be a tiny tree of life. The big one gets destroyed and that's it.

The Trix (obvs working for the Ancestors) see the shadow figures clawing at the magic cells, and Darcy especially is horrified. Either Belladonna and Liliss make a comment how "this is what happens if you fail us, though you three would never. Right?"

Darcy nods, but inside she is crying and panicking.

The Trix agree: Fuck this shit, we're out

One of them (probs Stormy, because Tharma is less insane than the other two, and would just be like: my child went to cause chaos, it's fine, she'll be back) would dip, and try to find the Winx and Specialists.

[Winx, Specialists, and Iorda wandering around]

Stella: Wait! I hear something!

Stormy: *appears*

Musa: DIE-

Stormy: WAIT WAIT WAIT I come in peace

Sky: And how are we supposed to believe you?

Bloom: Yeah... Weren't you with the Ancestors a moment ago?

Stormy: *deadpan look*

Stormy: *gestures to Iorda*

Stormy: Maybe ask the fucking lie-detector

Iorda: *sigh*

Flora: Is she telling the truth

Iorda: She does indeed come in peace, but-

Stormy: Okay, bitches. In short, did you guys end up walking past those weird shadow figures?

Aisha: Omg yes. Creepy as hell

Nabu: They almost got us

Stormy: Eheh THOSE things were the past witches who were apparently mentored by the old hags, and if we fail, THAT'S what will happen to us

Iorda:

Musa:

Flora: Jesus mother of dragons holy fudge...

Riven: Yeah she's telling the truth

Musa: Lie detector?

Riven: Nah, Liliss and the Ancestors are bitches so that seems about right

Timmy: Guys! Focus!

Musa: *leans in closer to Riven*

Musa: Y'know, you could shoot your shot with Darcy again

Riven: Later

Brandon: ...

Musa: Brandon ffs we broke up like, three months ago

Musa: Get with the program

Iorda: Oh sure, oh sure, and it's definitely not because of you being gay for the witch in front of-

Musa: Stfu

Timmy: FUCKING FOCUS

Stormy: So anyways we KIndA need ur help

Bloom: Winx?

Winx: Alright, that sounds like a plan

Nabu: But... won't you three be sent to some jail after?

Tecna: Most likely, unless someone vouches for them. But that someone must have decent enough political status, but not royalty, otherwise that would become a planet-wide issue. They would also have to have enough of a connection to the Trix to...

Tecna: *turns to Iorda*

Stormy: Vouch for us and we will NEVER commit crimes again <3

Iorda:

Helia: I mean, she DOES seem truthful

Iorda: This is ONLY because I know that the Ancestors are bitches, but istg if this is a lie-

Stormy: YAY! COME ON SLUTS, TIME TO DEFEAT SOME HAGS!

Stormy: *drags Iorda along with her*

Iorda: HOE WTF-

Stormy: JUST A SEC BITCHES! I NEED TO HAVE A CONVO WITH MY FELLOW LESBIAN!

Bloom, calling: Iorda! You safe?

Iorda, calling back: YES I'M FINE

Iorda: Anyways, wtf you want?

Stormy: Musa. But that isn't what this convo is about

Iorda:

Iorda: Continue

Stormy: The first Ancestor you should kill is Liliss

Iorda: Why...? You're being vague...?

Stormy: *sigh*

Stormy: RIVEN! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!

Riven: *appears*

Iorda: Again, why?

Riven: Liliss is... kind of the most, well, insane. Also, her mind control powers would be a big issue

Stormy: Yeah, also if Liliss is present than Darcy will not risk helping you guys. At all. So kill her first, please?

Riven: That too. How's Tharma doing btw?

Stormy: The best a horrible parent figure can be ig

Riven: *nods*

Iorda:

Stormy: Also, Liliss sucks

Riven: Fr

Iorda: Alr I guess. But also, how does one kill an Ancestor?

Riven: Fuck it we ball

Stormy: Fuck it we ball

Iorda: *sigh*

[magixfairyix]

OKAY, so magic lore idea. Faries use positive emotions for their magic, but if they keep using maximum strength/ammount of positive emotions then they will CRASH and feel mildly like shit to just feeling sad as hell.

This is why they can't use powerful spells every time.

For witches who use negative emotions, that emotional crash if they use maximum strength/amount of negative emotions for a long time is feeling like a shitty person and very naueatingly guilty.

So, when Iorda (whose first time using negative emotions in awhile is killing Sona) does this accidentally, she feels like total SHIT and like she is a horrible person.

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[Darcy finds Iorda sitting against a wall, head in her knees]

Darcy:

Darcy: Hey... Did you manage to defeat Sona?

Iorda, mumbled: I deserve to die

Darcy: *knowing what's going on*

Darcy: Oh

[Darcy goes to sit next to Iorda]

Iorda: I feel horrible...

Darcy: I know, I know. So walk me through what happened

Iorda, crying: I forced her to inhale her own poison until she died

Darcy:

Iorda: And I KILLED HER

Darcy: I killed Aria like, three days ago

Iorda: Yes, but you didn't TORTURE HER

Darcy:

Iorda: I'm a horrible person...

Darcy:

Iorda: I'm insane and sick and-

Darcy: *tugs Iorda head into her shoulder, running her hand through her hair*

Darcy: Shh, calm down

Stormy *walks in the hallway*

Stormy: *sees this*

Stormy: Hey YO is Sona dead-

Darcy: *glaring and making a 'don't fucking ask' gesture*

Stormy:

Stormy: First atrocity?

Iorda: An atrocity that I deserve to DIE for

Stormy:

Darcy: *glares*

Stormy:

Darcy: Iorda, this is normal

Iorda, choking on sobs: What?

Darcy: You got bloodthirsty, you over-exerted yourself, and now your emotions are dropping and making you feel-

Iorda: Like a PATHETIC MESS

Darcy:

Darcy: Anyways, now you know to limit yourself

Stormy: Like drinking or drugs

Darcy: Stormy, this isn't about-

Stormy: No, let me try

Darcy: *running her hand through Iorda's hair, glaring at Stormy*

Darcy: Fine

Iorda: *still crying into her knees*

Stormy: Iorda, girl, fellow lesbian

Iorda: What?

Stormy: You basically got high on venegnece because you used it too much, and now-

Iorda: What's high?

Stormy:

Darcy:

Stormy: Okay, drunk then-

Iorda: *sobs*

Iorda: I don't drink

Stormy:

Darcy:

Stormy: Well, can't help you then-

Darcy: STORMY!

Iorda: I deserve DEATH

Darcy: One more self-deprecating word out of your mouth and istg

Iorda:

Stormy:

Darcy:

Iorda: *buries her face into her knees*

Stormy: Are you sure she's not drunk?

Darcy: One more word out of YOUR mouth, and I kill you both

Iorda: Good. I deserve it

Stormy:

Darcy:

Stormy:

Darcy: *sighs and grabs Iorda's wrist*

Darcy: Come on, get up

Iorda: Let me wallow in my misery...

Darcy: Come on Iorda, you can do it. Just stand up

Iorda: No *sobs*

Darcy

Stormy: *starts to walk away*

Stormy: HAVE FUN DEALING WITH HER

Darcy: STORMY, COME BACK

Stormy: NOPE!

Darcy: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH DRUNK PEOPLE!

Stormy: *flips Darcy off*

Iorda:

Darcy:

Iorda, tears on her face and mildly delerious: Did I make you and your sister fight...?

Darcy: *sits back down next to her*

Darcy: No, it's okay, darling. You didn't do anything

Iorda: *gay thots*

Iorda: I um-

Darcy: What?

Iorda:

Iorda: I NEED TO GO-

Darcy: What? Why?

Iorda: DRUNK PEOPLE SHIT

Darcy: For the last time, you're not drunk!

Iorda: *leaves*

Darcy: Wtf did I do...?

Darcy: ...

Darcy: Oh I called her 'darling'

Darcy: ...

Darcy: Am I gay for her...?

Darcy:

Darcy: Damn

[magixfairyix]

Iarcy's Very Platonic Behavior

Aka, little moments that show the development of Darcy and Iorda across my fanfiction S.S.S. from not caring about the wellbeing of the other much, to caring for each other.

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Iorda, telepathically: I can hear you Darcy! Wtf is going on?

Darcy: Can't explain!

Iorda: Bitch-

Darcy: Just meet us in front of Alfea!

Iorda: ...

Darcy:

Iorda: Don't worry, I'm on my way

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Iorda, arrives:

Darcy: Took you long enough

Iorda: Rude

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Iorda, talking about the Shaman Witch: Yeah that witch must've been strong

Darcy: I never said she was a witch

Iorda: ... Shit

Stormy, enters the room: What's going on

Darcy: This bitch knows about Diamond, so she might know about-

Iorda: I know about Icy being a princess, yes

Darcy, facepalms: ofc you do...

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[Iorda keeping watch in the Dark World during the night]

Darcy: Hey

Iorda: Hello

Darcy: See anything?

Iorda: The grass moved threateningly

Darcy: Girl you insane

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[Iorda and Musa runs to Icy and Stormy in Alfea's Courtyard]

Iorda: Ya'll have to bond with Pixies

Darcy: ... Did I hear you right, or did you say-

Iorda: Did I stutter?

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[Iorda after absorbing poison gas, clearly fatigued]

Darcy: Gurl, you good?

Iorda: Yeah I'm... fine

Darcy: I call bullshit

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[The groups are divided]

Icy, from where the Trix are: DARCY!

Iorda, turns around to see Darcy falling to the ground: Oh fuck

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Aria, aka, agent of the Shaman Witch: Take this potion and all your guilt and pain-filled memories will leave >:)

Darcy, takes potion: Eh why not

Iorda, appears in Darcy's mind: NoooOOO don't kill yourself, ur so sexy lol

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Darcy, holding the potion: And how do I know it'll get better?!

Iorda: Bitch it DOES

Darcy: PROOF?

Iorda: I've recovered from when you broke my bones, so that has to be something!

Aria: The lesbian is lying

Darcy: WHY are you trying to save me when I'm a horrible person

Iorda: Because I can see you're a good person who deserves a good life! I've never wanted you dead! You can TRUST ME! TRUST the sexual tension we've had over the years!

Darcy:

Aria:

Iorda: ... please?

Darcy, turns to Aria: Can't argue with that logic

Aria: Wait-

Darcy: Get nuked, bitch

[Attacks Aria]

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[Back to the battle, Iorda struggling with an attack and Darcy helps her]

Iorda: Thanks

Darcy: No problem

Iorda: Are we about to-

Darcy: When we get back at Alfea you WILL tell me whatever tf is going on with you mentally

Iorda: ...

Iorda: Alr

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[Stella, Icy, Flora, Iorda, and Darcy in the Alfea Library. A book is on the table, one about the planet of Diamond]

Stella: Why won't you let us read this book!

Icy: Because we are wasting time!

Darcy, enters: Wtf's going on?

Iorda, transports the book away while everyone isn't looking:

Darcy, notices: ...

Iorda, shrugs:

Darcy: Dragon, this gurl. I love her

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[Icy and Darcy in the library]

Darcy: Well Iorda is obviously becoming a witch

Icy: Talk to her about it

Darcy: No

Icy: Talk to her about your own trauma then

Darcy: No

Icy: Do both actually

Darcy: Fuck you-

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[Iorda sobbing in the forest after losing her wings]

Darcy, arrives: This explains some things

Darcy, sits down next to Iorda and rests an arm over her shoulder: Is this okay?

Iorda, sobs: Yes...

[Moments later]

Iorda: Can we walk for a bit

Darcy: Sure gurl, anything for you

[Walking through the forest]

Iorda: So I haven't been able to address anything-

Darcy: Why?

Iorda: Girl, I don't want the Winx to see me losing it

Darcy: Well they're not here now, are they?

Iorda: ...

Darcy: >:)

Iorda: No

Darcy: Yes

Iorda: Okay you win

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Darcy: You're telling me you've never wanted to kill anyone?

Iorda, laughs: Mainly during the Star Case thing

Darcy: That was a sad vengeance period

Iorda: I was busy trying not to wring out Sky's neck

Darcy: wheeze

Iorda: stfu I can be violent when I need to

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[Stormy, calling Darcy about setting up an intervention between the Trix and Iorda]

Stormy: Good plan. You tell Icy and your girlfriend about the intervention

Darcy: Alright, I—wait, the–the fu—she's not… STORMY!

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Darcy, messaging Iorda about the intervention: My sister set up a therapy session

Iorda: alr

Darcy: You don't have to agree to it if you don't feel comfortable

Iorda: Nah it's fine

Darcy: You sure?

Iorda: I appreciate you so much, bitch, you have no idea-

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[At the intervention]

Icy: Okay Darcy, time to talk about your issues

Darcy: I may have issues, but do I want to address them? No

Iorda: At least you're self-aware

Darcy: See, she agrees

Stormy, coughs: Gay

Darcy: I will strangle you

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[Iorda holding up a barrier to protect the Trix from poisonous gases, struggling. Icy and Stormy are unconscious]

Iorda: Darcy! Get back to Alfea!

Darcy: I'm not going to just LEAVE!

Iorda: I'll be fine!

Darcy: BULLSHIT! The spell traps you in your worst moments! And you are far from being free of trauma!

Iorda: I've been through worse!

Darcy: ...

Iorda: I'll always be fine! That's my job! Now GO!

Darcy, starts to carry her sisters away: YOU'D BETTER SURVIVE THIS! OTHERWISE, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!

Iorda: ... She'll miss me?

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[Iorda, in a coma in the infirmary. Icy finds Darcy in the Alfea courtyard]

Icy: Hey, talk to Iorda in her sleep and she might wake up

Darcy: I almost killed her

Icy: Too bad

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[Iorda, crying on the ground in a pocket dimension while the Shaman Witch tells her shitty things]

Iorda: Wait, I hear a voice

Darcy's voice: Don’t let this be the thing that kills you, Iorda… Not after everything. And… Fairy or witch, or both, you… you have a place here.

Iorda: ... aw

Shaman Witch: What the fuck is this Woke Magic shit?

Iorda: HOMOSEXUALITY, BITCH!

[Nukes the Shaman Witch, not killing her though]

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[Iorda, waking up from the coma]

Darcy: You seem... well

Iorda: I am actually!

Darcy: ...

Musa: ...

Flora: ...

Musa: Welp, Ima get the others!

Flora: Me too!

[Musa and Flora leave]

Darcy: ... Iorda?

Iorda: Yeah?

Darcy: Are you sure you're okay?

Iorda: Oh no, I feel like shit :)

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[Iorda struggles to track Cloud Tower in the Dark World, and Darcy walks up to her and sits down next to her]

Iorda: I should've listened to you...

Darcy: About what?

Iorda: About what you said during that tension-filled-banter-filled conversation during the things against Darkar

Darcy: ... ah

Iorda: About how a pair of wings on my back not making me any less of a witch?

Darcy: Yeah you should've

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Darcy, mentally: Shit, I trust Iorda

Iorda: Yeah, I think I'll get used to becoming a witch

Darcy: Iorda?

Iorda: Yes?

Darcy: I cursed my planet

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Iorda: What happened to your planet?

Darcy: I'll tell you, just don't pity me

Iorda: I won't

Darcy: Actually, judge me for it

Iorda: Bitch I won't do either

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[After angsty explanation]

Iorda: Darcy... I'm so sorry

Darcy: No pity

Iorda: I'm not-

Darcy: PITY

Iorda, scoffs: Yeah, 'cause you went through something

Darcy: A long time ago

Iorda: Gurl, you were a child

Darcy: Technically, you were also a child when we first tried to kill you so lol get wrecked

[A moment of silence]

Darcy, stands up: Anyways, I'm out-

Iorda: No you're not

Darcy: ... Excuse the hell out of you?

Iorda: You back then, a child, wouldn't have been able to do something to basically a god-like entity

Darcy: But-

Iorda: No buts

Darcy: ... alr

Iorda: You didn't deserve to have your childhood taken away like that

Darcy, burying tears and turning away: I was sixteen. I could've controlled my magic if I wanted to

Iorda: Girlie, that's still a child

Darcy: You were still a child

Iorda, hold's Darcy's hand: You were, too

[Cue Darcy choking on a sob]

Iorda: Oh shit what do I do?

Iorda: Do you want to sit down again?

Darcy, nods

[Cue them sitting next to each other, Darcy resting her head against the side of Iorda's shoulder while the two of them are still holding hands]

Iorda, squeezing Darcy's hand reasuringly:

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[Darcy helping Iorda with psychic magic to track Cloud Tower]

Darcy: You know what the psychic space is?

Iorda: Obviously

Darcy: And you use vengeance for an emotion, right?

Iorda: How the fuck you know that-

Darcy: Focus

Iorda: This bitch

[Iorda, starts focusing again]

Iorda: Anyways, so I used to use fulfilment as an emotion-

Darcy: Sounds depressing, but stfu

Iorda: You asked me a question

Darcy: An open-ended statement

[Iorda, stressing out over the spell]

Darcy: Gurl, ur emotions won't hurt you

Iorda: I know-

Darcy: Focus

Iorda: ...

Iorda: Well I'm trying

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[Iorda finds Cloud Tower and she stands up]

Iorda: Shit, I actually found it

Darcy, standing up: No shit?

Iorda, beaming: Yes! Fuck yes! I actually found it! After not using psychic magic for years!

Darcy, smiling: I never doubted you

Darcy, mentally: Shit did that sound gay?

Iorda: Thank you, for helping me. Thank you so much, you have no idea

Darcy: ... It's... fine. It's not really-

[Iorda hugs Darcy, and Darcy's like wtf is this?]

Iorda, softly: Thank you...

Darcy: A-anytime

Darcy, pulls back: Dammit I don't want the hug to end

Darcy: ANYWAY! Let's go tell Musa and Tecna!

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Tecna, watching Iorda and Musa cheer: Did it go well?

Darcy: ...

Darcy: I'm so fucking gay for this girl

Tecna: What was that?

Darcy: NOTHING

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[magixfairyix]

BACKSTORY TIME:

So! When I was halfway writing my Winx Club fanfiction Magical Nyx (tis on Quotev, though it's respectfully shit in a good way, even though my account isn't shown cause I left that insane site) I decided, HEY!

Let's add a lesbian couple for representation.

(This was before I found out I was a lesbian btw)

My two witch OC'S Pyris and Lucina were planned to be the resident lesbians. But then towards the end I decided, HEY! This isn't enough representation for the lesbians!

They deserved better!

So I made Pyris and Iorda (aka main character) the main wlw couple.

They kissed.

Iorda was my self-insert at the time before she became a character.

But it was for representation.

Not because I was a lesbian.

This is the biggest rainbow flag that was beating my face to a pulp but yet I didn't know. It was for representation.