Two Years Later And I Finally Wrote My First Fic Based On A Head Canon I Posted Almost Two Years Ago

Stormy and Darcy truly are an ADHD and Autism match made in hell

Trix Headcanon of The Night

Quirks of our Trix. Because being weird about certain things is simply normal.

Icy hates mess. She hates dirt, dust just anything that ruins her perfect room interior. Everything needs to be put in one specific place. It's non negotiable. The place has been designated due to its design and practicality and all of you just don't understand. She has tendency of repeating things and redoing something if it doesn't matches her vision. Don't you fucking dare leave crumbs somewhere. Death sentence.

Darcy is sensitive to noise. She definitely has misophonia. Chewing, eating, ASMR it is just awful. She hates people shouting or screaming for no reason. She will wake up as a result of not fully turned off water faucet. Each drop driving her to her limits. She won't admit to stimming. Her legs shaking, moving up and down and her picking off her nail polish and playing with her bracelets is...just a nervous tic. Yes.

Stormy hates silence. Headphones took permanent residence in her ears. So does movement. She love spinning, dancing or just running down the corridor. Trips on hover bike are fucking the best. Witch of tornadoes once again reunited with the wind thanks to her 'I-don't-avoid-dsicussing-my-feelings sister'. If met with silence will just start signing or screaming. She will randomly broke into a song or some vine or meme.

You forgot this one

The suffering of the youngest child

And more wholesome

So anyway, I accidentally wrote a fanfic. It's some of my okay-ist work. I needed to combine as many of my headcanons as I could into a fic and this is it. Anyway, enjoy!

Where did Beatrix go?

Chapter 1: The baby unicorn

Beatrix sat on the floor of the room that she shared with her sisters, as she played with her toys. The three baby unicorns and their mother were crossing the river ( a blue blanket) one by one. She was grabbing the last baby unicorn to make it cross too when she felt a sharp tug on her arm. She looked up and saw her older sister Darcy.

“Come on Beatrix. It’s time for dinner. Mom’s been calling you for like five minutes.” Beatrix set the last baby unicorn down and followed her sister down the stairs, trying to avoid the spots that always gave splinters.

As soon as Beatrix saw her mother, ran up to give her a hug, pushing past Darcy in the process. “Well there you are, Storm. I almost thought you ran away.” Beatrix just giggled in response before sitting down at the table between her Mother and oldest sister.

Beatrix had two big sisters named Icobel and Darcella, but Beatrix usually just called her Darcy. They could be mean sometimes, but mostly they were fine. Beatrix didn’t have a dad, but her mother said that wasn’t important. Sometimes when her mother wasn’t listening Icobel would tell her that they did have a father, but he went away. She also told Beatrix not to talk about it around their mom. There were a lot of things they couldn’t say around their mom. She could get scary. It was hard for Beatrix to remember them all sometimes.

Beatrix played with her food as she ate. She knew she shouldn’t, but she just couldn’t help herself.

“Ew! Mom! Make her stop!” Darcy exclaimed. Beatrix glared at her sister with as much intimidation a five year old with potatoes dripping down her chin could muster. Her mother sighed as she brushed her hand through Beatrix’s dark, curly, hair.

“Beatrix, you know not to play with your food,” her mother said gently. Beatrix looked in her mother’s big cyan eyes.

“Mmkay Mommy” Beatrix responded. She scooched her chair closer to her mother’s. Beatrix loved to be near her mother. Her mom made potions and other stuff in the kitchen and then sold it to other people, so she always smelled like pretty plants.

Beatrix didn’t pay much attention to what was being said for the rest of dinner. She was like this often. Her mother said that it was like she was in another world. However, the next thing she knew her mothers had sharply stood up, knocking a glass cup off the table. Beatrix heard the glass break and turned to help her mom clean it up, when Icobel grabbed her by the back of her shirt and aggressively pulled her away from her mother. She was about to turn and tell her mother to punish Icobel, when Darcy tightly grabbed her arm and led her to the backyard. Once they were outside and Beatrix felt Darcy’s grip loosen she yelled “Ow! Why did you do that!?”

“Shut up” Darcy whispered sharply as she sat on the ground. Beatrix knew better to ignore the order her sister had given her, but just because she couldn’t verbally communicate her dismay didn’t mean she couldn’t show it in other ways.

Beatrix stomped her foot and sat down across from her sister in a big huff, crossing her arms. She looked up to see if her sister looked sorry, but Darcy just rolled her eyes. She did that a lot at Beatrix.

The two sisters sat apart from each other for what felt like a long time to Beatrix. She could tell Darcy was getting more upset with every passing minute. Darcy sharply got up and stood in front of Beatrix when she heard the door open. Beatrix was about to kick her for blocking her view, when Darcy started running towards the door. It was just Icobel. Beatrix didn’t understand what was so exciting. The two older sisters walked to the middle of the yard where Beatrix was sitting. They kept whispering back and forth. Beatrix tried to hear what they were talking about, but they stopped talking once they got close to her.

Icobel and Darcy sat down across from her. Suddenly, Icobel’s entire posture shifted and she excitedly said “Hey Beatrix! We’re going to be camping tonight. Doesn’t that sound fun?” She sounded way too peppy. Beatrix hated when her sisters talked to her like this. It was like she was a baby. She was only one grade younger than Darcy. She wasn’t a baby anymore.

Beatrix put on her best angry face. “Not really,” she mumbled. Her sisters completely ignored her obvious objection. “Oh, don’t be so stormy,” Darcy said, tussling her hair. Stormy batted her hand away. Stormy was Beatrix’s nickname that her mother called her sometimes. But, sometimes Icobel and Darcy called her that whenever they thought she was being too angry. She didn’t like it as much then.

Beatrix’s sisters had told her that they would be sleeping in the garden, because the ground was the softest. Beatrix liked looking at her mother’s plants. They were all so pretty.

Icobel started giving orders to her sisters. She always liked doing that. “Beatrix you can sleep by the thyme.”

“When?” Beatrix responded. Icobel looked annoyed at her, but worse was Darcy who had started laughing. Beatrix didn’t understand what was so funny, which made her angry. Her sisters always left her out of jokes.

“Just ignore what I said, okay? Sleep here,” Icobel said, pointing to a section of the garden. “Now try to go to sleep, okay?” Beatrix grumbled in response. They let her body sink into the dirt and tried to fall asleep.

When Beatrix woke up the next morning, she was back in her own bed. She looked around and saw her sisters were asleep in their bunk beds too. It was like she never fell asleep outside at all. Beatrix wasn’t sure if Icobel and Darcy knew she remembered camping nights. None of them ever mentioned them and Beatrix was a bit scared about what Icobel would do to her if she did.

As Beatrix got out of bed she looked down at where she had left her toys from before dinner. The last baby unicorn was still on the other side of the river.

As a kid I only had seasons 1 and 2 of the cinelume dub on netflix as I kid. I low key didn't know they made any other seasons until years. I grew up thinking they were sisters and didn't consider any other interpretation.

I watched the show with my younger sister and we both loved the trix. Sister relationships are special and evil sister relationships were better. Yes we are evil, but we also do sort of love each other maybe 40% of the time and care about each other about 80% of the time.

My sister was/is very similar to Stormy in personality and I would probably be more similar to Icy. Because of this the Icy and Stormy sister relationship has been my favorite to think and write about.

I just personally like reading and writing about sister relationships. I am totally willing to ignore evidence in favor of my happiness in cases such as this.

Even when considering an interpretation where they are not sisters, I still would want them to be related, like third or fourth cousins. I always thought it was interesting if fairies prioritized friends while witches prioritized family. I don't have a reason, I just like it

So anyway, yes, fuck the willow tree. I am going to choose to believe that was a translation error and live happily in my delusion forever

Trix headcanon of the day #24

Broken bones because I also realized I have opinions on this

Icy: Has never broken a bone in her life. She is terrified that one day she will, but would never admit this out loud. She doesn't admit any of her fears out loud and makes you feel inferior if you do.

Darcy: In the cinelume dub (I think) she breaks her nose when the trix are trying to summon the power from Stella's ring. It gets fixed immediately when they do that reverse spell. Maybe she would have also broken a finger at some point. I can't really picture it breaking any major limbs. (In the comics she breaks her leg, but I don't feel like counting that today)

Stormy: She has probably broken her arm as a kid at some point and it was probably Icy and/or Darcy's fault, but they would deny it

But why do they have the same proportions. The pixies becoming large just made me realize how big their heads were

This is why they called the spinoff Pop Pixie

Art was attempted

My brain was thinking that since Darcy and young Griffin look so similar, then an even younger Griffin would look like young Darcy too. So I drew traced her and her third cousin/childhood best friend. 3 guesses who it is (the eyes are a hint). Also even younger Griffin does not have glasses because I did not want to mess with it.

Oh and don't steal I guess

Darcy is by far my least favorite trix simply because growing up she was my sister's favorite trix. I want to write a fic where she is a jerk to Stormy for this reason alone.

Idk I just headcanon her as being the worst of the trix. Not only to the winx, but to her sisters as well. (But mostly Stormy because she is my favorite) I mean I can just see her as being good at noticing people's insecurities and playing to them.

I knew it! I knew it! I knew they would pull some “hogwarts is my true family” crap with Merula’s vow. Oh gee, what a shock Verucca’s overly ambiguous wording would result in something like this when it was most convenient for the plot!

Trix headcanon of the day

Birthdays:

(Note: in my mind the trix are sisters, but not triplets. I'm sorry there is no way Stormy and Icy are the same age)

Icy: December 13th - Idk she just definitely has a December birthday and 13 felt right. She was not born on a Friday the 13th, but she lies and says she was. No one is going back and doing the math anyway

Darcy: October 4th - She definitely felt like an October Libra to me, so here we are. No reason for the 4, I just felt like it should be an even number for her. she is born ten months after Icy and for the short time they have the same age they have a lot of tension between them

Stormy: May 5th - Despite being my favorite trix (and winx character) and the one I have the most headcanons for I have very few opinions on when Stormy's birthday should be. May 5th is the date listed for all of them in the wiki and the date just felt so wrong for Icy and Darcy so she got to keep it. She is about 19 months younger than Darcy if I am doing the math right. (Because she is clearly the youngest and I will fight anyone on this)