#curse you physics for failing to invent teleportation yet

[squidyyy23]

keeper of the prize

Ian and Mickey, growing and learning as they become domino champions, hustle their way through their prison sentences.

hey, everyone! it’s chrissy’s @you-are-so-much-better-than-that birthday!!! and she really, really, really loves to be showered in love on her special day (😉) so we gotta give her what she wants. which will always and forever be some sweet sweet prison boys. so here it is, my love. some dumbasses in jumpsuits playing some silly games and figuring out their shit along the way. 💕

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and special thanks to the lovely sara @shameless-notashamed for always being the bestest beta on the planet and bee @gallawitchxx for soothing my wild brain. 😘

read on ao3 here

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WINX AU SCREAMING (Part XIII)

In which I yell about each transformation in more detail, plus me revealing some of the fan transformations in the AU.

BASIC

Charmix: it’s the same as it is in canon (I refuse to call it Magic Winx - the Winx ain’t the only ones to use the form), so being the basic transformation it doesn’t really need much explaining. It is automatically earned once you turn 13 (you can take the Magical Transformation Probability Test for Fairy and Witch Powers, the Fairy/Witch Test for short, when you turn 11), and it’s a tradition in all planets that the celebration of your 13th birthday is ended with you transforming for the first time. Fairies and Witches also take flight for the first time in said day, using their wings. Outfits are pretty basic. Wings are small.

Enchantix: it’s automatically earned at 21, but you can earn it earlier than that by performing a self-sacrificial act of love and care for someone very close to you. Said sacrifice also has to be somewhat notorious. Enchantix unlocks direct use of Essence Dust, a powder-like substance that is actually concentrated ambient magic, allowing for bigger spells without relying on power-amplifying artifacts and for easier use of dangerous spells, like size-changing and healing. Outfits are more detailed and flowy, but not by much. Wings are slightly bigger.

HIGHER FORMS

INTERNAL

These forms do not require any special place, object or source - it’s entirely born from one’s own magic.

Believix: the Power of Trusting Hearts. You can only achieve it by having full, almost blind confidence between you and your friends during a dangerous situation. It’s the only transformation that can’t be earned individually - but Believix also creates a powerful magical link between those that earned it at the same time, making convergence spells between them stronger. Believix has the particularity of storing quite the bit of magic on the wings when it comes to fairies and witches, more than any other transformation - acting as a reserve pool for magic by being completely coated in Essence Dust. The amount of magic makes them unstable, however, and attempting to use Believix underwater makes the wings incredibly heavy, to the point of almost undoing the transformation itself. Outfits are uniform between those that achieved, and it has details that tell how many people achieved the form at once. Wings are medium size and look wiry and cloudy.

Valiantix: The Power of Brave Auras. It can only be achieved my performing an incredibly reckless yet courageous act, all to save someone close to you. Valiantix grants faster flying movement and a stronger physical resistance by losing magical resilience. Its outfits share an stylized warrior look, unique to each magi, as well as a tiara with a gem the color of their Aura. Wings are medium-big and ornate, like Enchantix wings.

Altheix: The Power of Kind Souls. It’s achieved by using the Spell of Renewed Life, a very dangerous healing spell that can completely revitalize someone heavily injured without the aid of Essence Dust. It’s named after Althea Lucastis, the woman that invented the spell and created the form. It grants an amazing boost to your healing capabilities and defense magic, but also weakens your attack magic a bit. Its form is flowy and covering, and has an Aura-colored gem in the chest. Wings are medium-big and look delicate and airy.

Energix: the Power of Hidden Energy. It’s obtained by absorbing grand quantities of ambient magic all at once, making it one of the accidentally earned forms with Believix and Valiantix. It grants a larger reservoir of energy, allowing for more uses of magic. It’s wings suffer the same fate as Believix’s do, only with way more energy, however, so they’re considered unstable. Its clothes have very long sleeves, and occasionally are hooded. Wings are medium size and look like each magi’s Source.

Ascendix: the Power of Full Heart. It’s considered the ultimate magi form by most people. Ascendix is earned by facing yourself, both the good and the bad, in battle - confronting every decision, every regret, every suffering, all at once. It has virtually no weaknesses aside from not being the fastest flier of the bunch. It grants total control over your magic. It’s also occasionally called Sperantix, which was it’s unofficial name for 500 years before Ascendix became it’s official one. It has a very long and flowy look, as well as very big wings reminiscent of their Enchantix ones.

EXTERNAL

BY QUEST OR TRIAL

These are the forms that require to pass a specific challenge or adventure to achieve, and that are kept and managed by the leaders of the 4 small races - Pixies, Selkies, Gnomes and Lumens. A longer description of each quest will be adressed in a later Winx AU Screaming post.

Sirenix: the Power of the Infinite Ocean. In the AU, was never cursed - it was just sealed as a side-effect of Daphne becoming inprisoned. Sirenix allows for an incredibly fast swimming speed, as well as underwater breathing and removal of the physical limitations of the body to abyssal pressure. It also grants access to Infimare. It’s obtained by doing the Sirenix Quest, and it’s kept by Omnia, the leader of the Selkies. Its form vaguely mimics underwater merfolk. Wings are medium-size and look like fins.

Aquatix: the Power of Underwater Travels, it’s granted to those that attempt the Sirenix Quest by Omnia, so they don’t have to spent most of their quest maintaining an underwater-breathing spell. It’s a watered-down version of Sirenix, and it only works underwater - once 5 minutes on land pass, the transformation undoes itself. During the time Sirenix was sealed, it was offered as a replacement of Sirenix, and once Sirenix is obtained, one can never use Aquatix again. Failing the Sirenix Quest allows you to keep Aquatix, but you will be unable to transform for 3 months and cannot take the Quest again for 3 years. Its looks are similar to Sirenix, but less detailed.

Alseix: the Power of Lush Greenery. It grants almost a complete understanding and control of the surrounding foliage, as well as a better handling of natural and wild magic, though it can be iffy with the later. It draws power mostly from the ambient magic as well as foliage, so if you’re in a low-magic or not very green zone it can make spellcasting an issue. It can be obtained by doing the Alseix Quest, and it’s kept by Ninfea, the leader of the Pixies. Its form is loose and airy, and has a lot of tree and plant details. Wings are medium-sized and look like leaves, petals and branches.

Cosmix: it’s the Power of Starry Skies, and it allows for interplanetary travel without the use of teleporting spells. It grants a bigger bond with light magic and it vastly improves on flying speed - at the cost of almost no physical resistance. It’s also one of the few forms that can collect and share magic energy between users and objects. It can be obtained by doing the Cosmix Quest, and it’s kept by Dorana, the Queen of the Lumens. Its look is somewhat futuristic and luminous. Wingsare medium size and curly, covered in stars.

Lustrix: the Power of Brilliant Gemstones, it grants resistance to the rise of pressure underground and it allows the user to properly breathe. It also grants the biggest defense boost of all forms, at the cost of being the absolute slower of all forms. It can be obtained by doing the Lustrix Quest, and it’s kept by Ritren, the King of Gnomes. Its look is like gem-encrusted armor, and in very light colours. Wings are medium-size and shiny yet heavy-looking.

BY INTERACTION WITH NATURAL POWER

These forms are obtained by directly interacting with some sort of source of power, without the need of a trial.

Butterflix: the Power of Animals. It’s one of the most common forms, as it can be achieved by interacting with a Butterflix Pike - rock formations usually hidden in forests that grant the form to those that find them. However, Butterflix has a hidden function - if a Butterflix magi manages to make a soulful bond with a magical animal, it unlocks a magical transformation on said animal, which can aid her in her trials. Butterflix grants a better link with natural and wild magic (more so the latter) as well as animals, but at the cost of making all spells ineffective against nature itself if the spell is in any way harmful. Its outfit is based on butterflies, and tends to have sheer sleeves. Wings are medium size and look like native butterflies.

Ignitix: the Power of Bright Flames. It can be achieved by encountering a Well of Warmth, pools of of fire magic found near mountain formations and volcanoes. It grants invulnerability to heat and fire, but a weakness to strong lunar magic. Its form is form-fitting and airy, and their wings are of medium size and fiery-looking.

Glacix: the Power of Gleaming Ice. It can be achieved by interacting with a Glacier Core, areas deep in icy tundras full of the magic of cold. It grants resistance to the cold and dark, but a weakness to strong solar magic. It’s form-fitting and warm, and their wings are of medium size and look like snowflakes.

Onyrix: the Power of Neverending Dreams. Obtained by interacting with Dream Dust (a substance found on Neverland, a now lost island on Earth) it allows the user to see and interact with other people’s dreams and to future visions and illusory spells. It’s one of the slowest forms of all, so you can be left wide open if you’re not careful. Onyrix’s look is detailed, form-fitting and flowy. Wings are medium size and look smokey and bright.

Harmonix: the Power of Symphonic Harmony. It can be achieved by entering an Echo Circle, magical locations where sounds and music are amplified and eternal. It grants extra control over sound and makes called spells stronger, but the lack of sound can diminish its power. Its look is draped and flashy. Wings are medium-sized and wiry, like musical sheets.

Mythix: the Power of Myths and Legends. It’s obtained by managing to channel a legend’s essence or moral perfectly, or managing to represent it’s protagonist. Mythix improves on spellcasting and overall magic usage, at the cost of physical defenses. It has big wings tied to the legend it pulls strength from and its look is based on each story’s themes and aesthetic. This form of Mythix was formed after pulling its essence out of the Legendarium keys, detailed below.

Sophix and Agapix: the Powers of the Green and White Hearts, they are unique in that they’re fully artificial transformations - they were created by Diana and Aurora from Earth for their subjects based off Alseix and Glacix, to help them better adapt to their enviroments and get a stronger connection with it - other than that, they’re almost purely aesthetical transformations. They can only be obtained by either receiving it directly from their creators, or by interacting with the Green and White Hearts residing deep in Diana and Aurora’s shrines respectively. Sophix looks very loose and earthy, Agapix looks more warm and protective. Unlike other forms, that require being in Enchantix, Sophix and Agapix can be obtained as Charmix magis easily, since Diana and Aurora felt it necessary to better lead their people. All Sophix and Agapix fairies have the same wings, which look like smaller versions of Diana and Aurora’s wings.

UNLISTED/UNOFFICIAL

Mythix/Legendix/Pleiadix: the Power of the Legendarium. It’s not an official transformation - it was made by the Pleiades (seven Earth fairies who helped the Black Circle seal the White Circle 1000 years ago) by infusing part of their power into dragonscales embedded into 7 of the 9 keys of the Legendarium, creating a new form that allowed them inmediate access to Legendia without needing the book or all keys present. The Pleiades passed away after defeating Acheron (one of the last supporters of the White Circle that were left, although he had given his alliance to them long ago and was just causing mayhem), managing to send him into the Legendarium and imprison him. The Black Circle collected their keys/wands and safeguarded them after that. Aside from granting access to Legendia, this form also improves on spellcasting and overall magic usage, at the cost of physical defenses. Their wings are the third most coated with Essence Dust and thus considered borderline unstable, after Believix’s and Energix’s. After the events of S6, however, and with the help of the Order of Mana and the Ethereal Ones, the essence of the transformation was pulled from the keys, molding it into a new version of Mythix detailed above.

Thanatix: the Power of Death and Destruction. It’s rumored to be a corrupted form of Ascendix that was earned by the Ancestral Witches after destroying Myrari’s civilizations - it being the reason for the massive power boost they got after said event. Thanatix is not an official name for said corruption, but it’s the most popular one given to it as it makes it the power of death and destruction. (Other popular names for it are Descendix, Ruinix and Despairix)

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The Weaving Thoughts

The Silenced Cathedral. The weapon crafted by the desperation of Humanity in the falsehood of providing their god's glory upon the shared land of Nosgoth with the harmonious muse of accursed pipes sitting high above. Once upon a time, this place would have been a beautiful idol of fervorous worship that all of Nosgoth could have heard. Now, it was a hive of the wyrd and weavers of lying truths and truthful damnations.    As Kain looked upon the door that barred all but one upon convenient entry, he frowned. In his mind's clearing clarity, he pondered on some decisions and mused a humor to the physical trials and puzzles that his mother-home always provided. Ever since he was young, he recalled secrets locked away for untold time. Why not make the next champion's trial of equal measure? Reaching back, he grasped his talons around the weapon that he was, is, and always shall be his. Ancient leathers welcomed him as his grip tightened and as if in engaged on a rite he've perfected countless times in respect to its unequal lethality, unsheathed the Soul Reaver from its old scabbard. The locks clicked aloose and the slithering blade hissed a sound of unearthly breath. Upon its quillon, the vampiric skull rested. Its old bone as tested as its former counterpart, sockets glowing the firefoxes of the one grand soul trapped within.   "Raziel." The Emperor whispered, leaning the blade over and rested his bony crown upon. Christening the long journey and hard obstacles were slowly blossoming to this moment. He could feel him, even now. So close, yet so far. And through him, Kain could feel the Others. Molded to one and that one touched upon his soul, that is key.   Finally, in a moment of this, Kain reared the Soul Reaver and slid it into the lock. The sound scrapping through the bewitched metal and the souls howling, boiling and opening it through before twisting once. A ghostly hymn rolled to the arcane locks enscribed upon the grand entrance and into the engraving of his Fifth Son in his prime, standing as the door guardian. Eyes glowing, condemning who opened his sanctum and tomb, before splitting open to allow a breath of dead air.   One step in and immediately, the Vampire Lord felt it. The hundreds of eyes falling upon him. It was a spine-tingling pressure that provoked a soft entertained smile upon his jaded lips. If such heinous thoughts were plaguing to their mind, he would pleased to oblige.    For now, he walked through the tower of his son's imprisonment.Eyes drifting and taking in the corruption that Nupraptor has fallen upon his son's clan. It was a darkeningly amusing yet sad thing. Proud vampires becoming...arachnids. Crawling, almost mindless, predators scuttling the walls and shadows.The madness that turned his proud empire into a fractured wood of warring tribes and unenlightened beasts.   He have forseen this and the first time, there was rage born of utter disgusted disappointment and finally nihilism that all that he accomplished would be this. He cursed not his sons, they were damned by him, and him by Nupraptor and his love-sickness.   Just the thought made him wish he could have made the bulbous-headed fool suffer a little longer when they first met. That was Zephon's way, not Kain's way. He didn't extend death due.   Even as they kept to the deepest of shadows, he could see them. Sense them crawling, the more braver just enough to make out their disproportioned forms. Unnaturally long limbs with bodies almost bloated and heinous of their chitinous outgrowth beneath their skin. Eyes peering awe, hate, love, and despair. Why was he here? Now, of this black age. The end of their Empire by the heralding of Nine Pearly Pillars rising into the heavens and pushed the weakened clouds of Turel's smog further.   Why was he here? Kain could have went further, dig his talons deep into Nosgoth's history and cut into the festering cancer that have tortured his First of Sons and pulled the doom of the vampires in its gluttonous greed. No, he can't. He must see his responsibility once more. He can not stop and forget this ruined piece of architecture that he crafted with his own hands. His grand piece from the foundation of Six.   As he was coming upon the central chime, the Emperor saw nothing but great webs constricting away until it was nothing but a beautiful barrier of grey white and a dazzling beaded constellation of blood practically mimicking the night sky. What was this? Some funerary memoir and protection?   Then, there was movement.   "My Emperor." A voice chimed from within. A voice wrapped by many others through one throat. "After so long, in the time of reckoning and end of the Great Lords, you have come. Have thee come as our salvation or to scorn one of their Failure?"   Kain had a sense of impatience to be warded from his goal, but it was been some time since speaking to his grandchildren.   "I have come to see upon the carcass of my beloved Fifth. Open the way and see me through..." He says in the strike of his voice and a sound like a hundred giant limbs moving inside. "Mmhm. Oh yes, yes - my glorious of liege. The vampires have prayed and sung of you, even in their feral degradation. Oh, but how is one already embraced of madness, regress to sanity? Hm. Ironies, complexities, Logical questions. Enough, enough." The other mused on with the eerie flanging of cackling. Then a dead breath.   The webs were being combed aside, bit by bit. A great figure was coming through, many limbed. Moreso than the Zephonim that Kain have seen before and this perked a little intrigue, the corrupted evolutions that his sons invented were usually streamlined but few had the will to seek most out of them and it was something he respected in a way.   Bladed limbs finally tore the layers of webs and spiders crawled out, old and young to the halls beyond them with one dried husk of a screaming body flopping out.   "Hoho, mm...forgive me in that ill manner." The guardian chuckled in dry amusement, the thing moving was bigger than a man. His body a horrific acceptance to the arachnid fate that plagued the clan.    Still man of body, skin a glossy, oil chitin of armour with his ribs splayed open into mobile limbs of constantly popping joints that adapted with tendons pulling like puppet strings connected on the spinal control. Long taloned arms and legs crawling his body along with a elongated neck twisting from some distraction to allow the mannish head of the elder to look upon Kain with his six eyes. Lower jaw opening and closing by their mandibles. Yet, even through the devolution, Kain recognized this man.   "Cyrill."    There was a look of pleasant surprise and pleasure passing the barely human face that he was remembered before bowing his head as if unable to take the perceived godly light that shone of his Emperor. "You remember...you remember." He muttered, starting to crawl aside with absentminded movement of his rib-limbs. "It is I, milord. Please, go to Him. Despite the assassination, his body has yet to leave us."   Kain did not stay long, by the release of but a few dire bats from his mane, they fluttered and chattered into flight through the tunnel of cleared web provided.Twisting and turning with magnificent finesse that centuries of practice have provided, he saw the many Zephonim that clung and hibernated on the walls. So many that the most of the circling wall looked almost pallid of their chitinous flesh. The constant hymn of their sorrow singing. Despite their Patriarch's drowning madness, they shared of his mind and through him, they missed his mental song.    How long before they became nothing but true monsters?   Finally upon the entrance of drying muscle, untouched by blood's nourishment since its owner's death, the bats provided the mark for Kain to teleport into with the clasp of his talons and mental recall.   Striding through the hall, he looked upon the monstrosity that his weaker of sons have grew into. What curse would have a vampire practically implode and join into a structure. This wasn't vampiric, it was more...daemonic and it hurt his missing heart to see it again. Like a fleshy garden digging into the walls of the old stone, this tower was Zephon to a point.   Through the noticeable orifice of a 'door', Kain looked upon the corpse across this empty chest. The 'heart' of this lair laying dead, its body still crackling of the flames to consume it. Black with veins of rolling charr, mouth in an eternal inhuman scream of anguish. The stench of it offended the father's nose but he stepped close.   Zephon. The Fifth of his sons. The Spymaster of his court and craftsman of so many intrigues next to Raziel in their games of passing entertainments in the centuries. He was proud, wickedly cunning man in life but his mind was molding for the worst like most of them. The Mentalist's madness crafted paranoia and possessive fright that Kain had tasted...and fought for his unlife. The same paranoia that never allowed him the fatherly attentions or friendships. Betrayal was too commonplace to him to allow it and Kain made sure his sons were taught this.   He wanted to protect them in a way, but they must learn and evolve in their triumphs and failure. Raziel showed that he didn't completely fail...but the boy was always a stubborn romantic.   A sad smile crossed and vanished on his face like a breeze.    "Zephon..." Kain mused aloud, holding the Reaver in his hand while gingerly touching the great corpse's splayed brow. The chitin hardened like stone, if he pressed anymore, he knew it might collapse and the body ruined. "You shall rise."