Fei Hu glared at the uninvited guest Han Sooyoung with unhappy eyes. Jung Heewon alternated her gaze between him and Kim Dokja on her back and a nice idea suddenly popped up in her head.
"My liege!"
As if she was re-enacting the 'Flag Contest', she quickly embraced Kim Dokja and shouted out in an impassioned voice.
"My liege, are you alright??"
His pale Incarnation Body sagged limply in her arms and shook around a little.
"Oh, my king!"
Everyone was now looking at her. Lee Jihye's jaw dropped slightly, while Han Sooyoung looked dumbfounded.
As for Fei Hu…
"Ah…"
He looked as if he understood everything now.
"I see, Incarnation Jung Heewon. So, that's how it was…"
His gaze shifted from Jung Heewon, Han Sooyoung and to Lee Jihye, before eventually landing on Kim Dokja's face next. He sneakily bit his lip. Like a tragic extra feeling envious of the chosen protagonist, he slowly lowered his head and turned around to leave.
Heewon!
...Well that's one use for an annoying, passed out squid man who tried to sacrifice himself again.
(AND WHO JUST GOT HIMSELF KIDNAPPED! AGAIN! BY THE SAME FREAKING GUY! ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW? KIM DOKJA!!!)
Ahhhhhh and the narration calling Dokja the chosen protagonist!!!! And this other guy is just some tragic extra. COULD WE BE ANY MORE META?
Oh man and the way Sooyoung just shoves Fei Hu all "get tf outta my way where is Kim Dokja?" 😂
And Uriel is over there about to be all "catch these hands" and restart an entire war. 😂 How dare you flirt with her precious Heewon! She will kill you.
Wait until Dokja gets back and flirt with him instead. You're a pretty boy so Uriel will probably forgive you.
...Though Sooyoung may not...
And Joonghyuk... well... Joonghyuk seems like maybe he needs a nap right about now.
And Hyunsung is a sword.
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duman vs kalshare
This one goes out to the people who weren't there during the great YouTube comment battle, allow me to set the stage for you:
All the way back in December of 2021 I was just existing on YT, looking at a couple videos, whatever- When suddenly, in a random comment section I came across the question that started it all. If Duman and Kalshara were to fight, who would win? And because I was about as normal as I am now, very extremely normal, I just. Jumped in there. Which I actually don't do, usually. Commenting stresses me out and ''arguments'' even more so.
I said Duman would win ofc. No surprises there. Now I will admit I literally just went "Duman." and dipped, I was satisfied with that at the time. I think a couple of people did the same thing, actually? Just a short chain of "Duman", it was kinda funny. Then the person started their defense, something along the lines of: "Kalshare has fairy magic and wild magic, that's more than Duman." And I'm not 100% proud of this response, but basically I just went "nuh uh"?? Like yeah it's more in the sense that. Those are two things. But is it more in terms of strength? 2021 me didn't think so. And lowkey I still don't.
Is it my bias against season 7? Maybe.
But did Kalshara still have her fairy powers when she went full wild magic? Idk!! If she did, she'd still wouldn't have finished/graduated fairy school?? I'd argue still being part fairy would put her at more of a disadvantage tbh, because y'know. Trained fairy hunter who is immune to fairy magic. Which is a point that was brought up to the commenter, Duman can't be hurt by 'lesser fairy magic', as mean as that might sound. The Winx themselves needed a specific transformation to start doing damage to the Black Circle, ignoring how some people feel about that, it was a thing. We told them that. Kalshara isn't a Believix fairy so her being a fairy would not help.
Besties. When I tell you their response will be engraved into my mind forever. "We never saw her transform so we don't know if she is." SORRY lemme just-
I don't even feel like explaining why that's a deranged take, so I'm not gonna. I'll just move on to my next point.
This might be because I don't really respect wild magic as a whole, but what it looks like is just. Transforming into animals and creatures. Which? Slay ig. But it seems that's where the limit is. Animals and creatures. Duman is shown to also be able to transform into people and fucking WATER on top of animal and creatures. It's his preference rather than his limit. We don't really know where his actual limit is and S4 didn't bother giving a clear answer. Just kinda killed him off. That whole thing also vague in the show.
Anyway, we went back and forth for a bit, didn't come to an agreement or anything whatever. I ended up finding this person in other comment sections after this as well! Asking the same question. One comment section being. My own. Under my Duman VA video. I think the original comment section was blocked because the video got marked as for kids, but I may have some screenshots laying around that I'll add in a reblog if I find them. I do have this response to one of her comments that I decided not to interact with:
Because spoken like an individual that doesn't value their two turtles.
Remember besties, one of these villains had to be DESTROYED, the other fell down a hole, was declared dead and never seen again. Things to think about. I know I think about it. Sometimes. Because I'm normal.
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h/c spell prompts with Cure Wounds and Ashton and Milo? (Romantic or platonic, dealers choice!)
Ahhh this one was nice and cathartic, in a difficult way. Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy it! <3 ~Martin
Content warning: this fic contains some dark and unhealthy thoughts and actions on the subjects of chronic pain, disability, self-endangerment, alcohol use, and guilt. Also, there's blood.
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Milo was cleaning up a spill from a mug of coffee in the front room when Ashton walked in through the front door, covered in blood.
Well. Covered was maybe a slight exaggeration, but it was soaked down half of the front of his vest, dripping from their nose, and dried across their hands. He was stumbling, unsteady on his feet.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Milo said, shocked and a little horrified.
“Fight,” Ashton said shortly. They continued to walk in, heading down the hall towards their bedroom.
Milo rushed after him, grabbing the curtain to stop him from closing it behind them. “Are you drunk? You are bleeding. A lot.”
“Yeah.” Ashton sat down, wiping roughly at his nose and barely wincing.
“Fuck. Let me go get some stuff, I can heal–”
“Don’t fucking bother,” Ashton told them.
Milo frowned. They crossed their arms. “Why not?”
“Because it doesn’t matter.” Ashton tipped their head backwards and let out a sharp, tired laugh. “Doesn’t fucking matter what you do, Miles, it’s not gonna stop.”
“Stop bleeding? Come on, give me some credit, I can fix a broken nose. And whatever happened to…” Milo gestured at their own collarbone, seeing the gash that was probably the source of most of the blood on Ashton’s.
“No, not the fucking bleeding, I don’t care about the fucking bleeding.”
“Then–”
Ashton let himself fall backwards diagonally across his bed. His chest rose and fell as he breathed just a little more heavily than he normally did. “All of it,” they said unhelpfully.
After a pause, Milo said, “Okay. I’m gonna go get my healing stuff, ‘cause you’re getting blood everywhere.” When Ashton didn’t protest again, Milo went to fetch all of the healing supplies they had built and learned how to use after Ashton’s fall.
When they returned, Ashton had his eyes closed and he didn’t respond to Milo quietly saying his name. It wouldn't be the first time they had come home and immediately passed out drunk–at least it was on his bed this time, and not in the hallway–so Milo set to work healing up the new injuries as best as they could. The jagged cut just below Ashton’s throat was superficial, and his nose wasn't actually broken. Milo took out a handkerchief and used it with a little magic to clean away all of the blood from Ashton's clothes, skin, and the blankets underneath him. They were about to get up and leave him to rest when he spoke.
"See? Doesn't fucking matter."
"What do you mean?" Milo asked.
"Getting hurt, getting fucking healed, doesn't matter. Everything still fucking hurts."
Milo winced. "Ash…"
"I can get beat to shit and I don't even care."
"Oh, gods, Ash–"
"No, and it–it doesn't stop, and I drink and I fucking…punch somebody, just to make it stop for a second, but I know it's gonna fucking…be back. Never gonna fucking leave me alone. It's always going to fucking hurt."
And there was guilt. There was so much fucking guilt that Milo didn't know what to do with it. It was their fault that Ashton had ribbons of metal gluing their shattered bones and flesh back together, their fault that he hadn't been healed right, that he would never be free of the pain and the reminder of the fall, of the Nobodies leaving, of everyone fucking leaving them.
They wanted to get angry. Milo felt the same boiling fury in their own chest that they saw sometimes in Ashton’s eyes, and they wanted to scream, to get rid of the guilt by giving into their worst impulses and telling Ashton that he was fucking lucky to be alive, would he rather Milo hadn't bothered to save them, would he rather be dead–
But they didn't want to know the answer to that. And they didn’t want to lash out when it wasn't Ashton that they were furious with.
"Do you want me to go so you can sleep?" Milo said softly.
"No," Ashton said, their voice hitching and their hand reaching out briefly towards Milo before they pulled it back down to their side. "Fuck. I mean, you can. It doesn't fucking matter."
Already in pain, doesn't matter if it gets worse. Everybody else already left, doesn't matter if you do, too.
Milo let out a quiet sigh, pushing the rage away to deal with another day, and stayed.
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