Musings & Rants

Nex is not “the new Riven.” Got it? Good. 😛

Why did I write that post before this one? I mentioned why at the beginning of it. Whenever Nex says or does anything, the first thing people say, “He’s ‘the new Riven'” or, “He replaced Riven” or, “He’s just Riven except —,” or something like that. The fanbase keeps trying to force Nex into a role he wasn’t created for.

We’ll never understand his character until we stop comparing him to Riven. The truth is we still don’t know him well. He’s only been around for two seasons.

Here’s what I’ve been hinting at since the ep. 7X04 review. In season six, Rainbow began his love story with Aisha. This season, they focused on his relationships with the Specialists. In most of the episodes he was in, he interacted with one or two of them at a time:

  • “First Color of the Universe” (7X04) — Brandon, brief moment with Helia
  • “Back in the Middle Ages” (7X08) — Helia
  • “Winx Trapped!” (7X10) — Timmy
  • “Mission in the Jungle” (7X11) — Sky
  • “Back to Paradise Bay” (7X16) — Sky, brief moment with Brandon
  • “Lost in a Droplet” (7X17) — Timmy
  • “Baby Winx” (7X20) — Helia
  • “New Magic Harmony” (7X25) — Helia, Sky
  • “The Power of the Fairy Animals” (7X26) — Timmy, brief moment with Helia

The types of interactions varied. Sometimes he talked to them, sometimes he raced them, and sometimes he just exchanged glances with them. You could always tell who the chosen guy was for each episode. He and Nex would be isolated from the others, or Nex would be beside him in almost every scene. For example, in “Baby Winx” (7X20), he was almost always next to Helia:

This is nothing new for TV. For example, when Zuko joined the Gaang in Avatar: The Last Airbender, Aang, Katara, and Sokka each got an episode (or two) alone with him. When it was Toph’s turn, she lampshaded what the writers were up to: “Everyone else went on a life-changing field trip with Zuko.” (It didn’t work out for her, though. 😛 )

The guys’ moments with Nex didn’t change their lives, but they did reveal his real role in the Boys Club. (Hint: it has nothing to do with Riven.)

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I’ve been getting lots of fanfics recently! They’re great! Keep ’em coming!

This one’s from Tabby (a.k.a LoveLoveLovix). As she explains it, it’s “a Bloom/Aisha story set mostly as a prequel to Winx Club, but partially at the beginning of Season 2. It is a mixture of all three English dub canons.”

Not gonna lie: this is one of my favorites so far. I think you’ll love it. 🙂

If you wanna see your own fan art or fan fic featured on the blog, email it to [email protected]!

“You Were My Best Friend”

December 10, 1994

“Bloom, honey!” Vanessa called as she opened the door to her young daughter’s bedroom. “It’s time to get up on your happy birthday!”

The girl sprang up so fast that her mother almost doubted she had been asleep at all. “It’s morning? Do I get my surprise now?”

Vanessa and Mike had promised their only child a special surprise for her birthday. Her older, eight-year old, friend Mitzi Addams had been taking dance since before she was in kindergarten, and Bloom had waned so badly to join her. Though the Peters family didn’t have much, Mike had worked overtime to be able to assure his daughter a year of dance lessons at Madame Morgana’s studio down the road, starting that day.

Mike walked into the room right on cue, pulling on his winter jacket. “Hmmm, I don’t know. Five is awfully young for a surprise as big as this…”

“But Daddy, I’m six today!” Bloom laughed.

He grinned. “That’s right! I forgot! So that means you’re just barely old enough. Get your clothes on and Mommy will help with your shoes, and we’ll get going.”

Racing to her dresser, Bloom tore off her pajamas and struggled into a bright yellow shirt, checking to make sure the tag was in the back and not the front. She slipped into a pair of overalls, then wiggled ten small toes into her socks. When she was done, Vanessa put a pair of sneakers onto her little feet, then coaxed tangled red hair into matching pigtails on the sides of her head. “Ready?” she asked her daughter as she helped Bloom into a small coat.

The family piled into the car and drove only a little ways down the road before pulling into an unmarked building. “Where are we?” the youngest Peters asked as she looked around.

“Nowhere special,” Mike commented. He swung a drawstring bag around until it hung off his shoulder casually. “Just a school.”

“A school?” Bloom wrinkled her tiny nose. “But it’s Saturday!”

“Well, maybe you’ll give this school a try. Here,” he said, handing her the bag. “That can be your school supplies. Open it up and see what you need!”

Bloom sat down on the ground, not paying any attention to the cold, and started to rifle through the gift Mike had given. She pulled out a pair of miniature ballet shoes, tights, and a leotard before coming to the pièce de résistance — a small pink tutu. “Is this ballerina fairy princess school?” the little girl gasped.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Vanessa laughed. “But it certainly is dance lessons.”

December 31, 1998

At barely ten years old, Bloom Anne Peters called herself a dancer.

The rest of her sixth-grade class called her a little nerd.

It was probably an accurate name. She had skipped two grade levels, she drew manga all over her pre-algebra notebooks, she wasn’t part of the It Crowd, and her nose was usually stuck in a fantasy novel or non-fiction exposé about the supernatural. Her personal favorite was Fairies: Myth or Reality? and it was what was currently lying in the studio lobby with the rest of her school things.

Bloom wasn’t thinking about any of that at the moment. She was too busy dancing. That distraction had been precisely the point. It had been a very rough day, and if Bloom danced hard enough, she could go to her happy place.

Her happy place was a very tangible thing, to her, at least. And going there was quite an experience. The setting of Madame Morgana’s would first fade… then slowly, a new world would appear. This new world featured Bloom high up in a tower, one without walls. She could see blue sky all around. If she looked down (very carefully, at first), it was easy to see the most beautiful water she had ever encountered. Bloom could have spent all day looking at these sites, every day. But her body would keep dancing until she chose to return, and if she spent too long in her happy place, when she got back, she would be exhausted and incredibly hungry. She knew this from experience.

She could stop for a while in her dream, if she chose. But today, Bloom was in the mood to dance. Four years of ballet, with two years of jazz added on when she was eight (at the expense of a yearly Christmas gift), gave her a fun, twisted style that she played with as she spun and twirled. She stayed in one end of the room until she noticed a girl.

Not much younger than her, the lovely child had gorgeous dark skin and hair. She wore an elaborate blue headpiece and stunning yellow dress. Bloom could tell immediately that she was some sort of royalty. But her dreams had never conjured up another person. Maybe there was a reason… or maybe, the girl was magical! “You’re a princess, right?” she called out, slightly nervous. The girl looked up. “My name is Anne,” Bloom continued. She knew she had read somewhere that you should never give a fairy or other spirit your real name. But her middle name was probably safe… and she would respond to it if the girl cried out for her.

The beautiful girl spoke with a voice that seemed older and more weary than her young face did. “What are you doing up here in the Royal Tower?” she asked.

Bloom grasped at the first answer that flew to her head, hoping she sounded natural. “I snuck up here,” she said as she leaped a small distance. Then, completely honestly, she answered, “It’s my favorite place to dance.”

“I wish I could do that.” The girl sounded awed and a little bit friendlier. In return, Bloom hummed a melody and showcased some of her favorite steps.

As she landed from her last little leap, she spun to face the princess. “Do you want me to teach you?” she asked.

With obvious caution, the royal girl stood up and walked gracefully over to Bloom. She placed a small, dark hand in Bloom’s pale and gangly one. “Would you really? I would love it. Oh… I’m Princess Laylaisha.”

“Laylaisha,” Bloom said, testing it out. “Can I just call you Layla?”

Laylaisha looked shocked, as if nobody had ever suggested such a thing to her. But quickly, her expression turned into a smile. “Yes, please. Call me Layla.” Read the rest of this post


This week’s “Fanwork Friday” feature is a fanfic by Alexandra989. In her own words, this story serves as “a bridge between season 5 and 6.” Check out the rest of her work on!

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“Comfort and a Resolution”

The battle was over. The Winx Club had triumphed once more. Tritannus was to be banished to oblivion, where, hopefully, no one would ever see his face or hear from him ever again.

From the cave in Magix where they had chosen to sought refuge in for a short time while waiting for the whole hullabaloo that followed the defeat of Tritannus to die down, Icy hugged her knees as she sat on the cold, hard ground, looking out at the brightly-lit building in the distance which was the school for fairies their enemies attended, anger blazing in her eyes. But beneath that anger, well-concealed, was hurt, sorrow and longing.

Icy’s thoughts wandered back to Tritannus. She realised with a pang that she still loved him. He had betrayed her, of course, and she seethed with rage at the thought of her, being so naive and gullible. But she had truly grown to care for the Mer-monster over the past several months. And in the end, he had cast her aside like she was nothing more than garbage, even lowlier than the ones she and her sisters accumulated for him.

A tear escaped from her cold eyes and ran down her cheek. She hurriedly wiped it away, fearful her sisters might see her crying, which all three of them agreed on, was something that showcased weakness. Icy sighed softly and rested her chin on her knees as questions raced through her mind. Why was she so gullible? Why was she and her sisters constantly being tricked, betrayed and fooled by those whom they were loyal to? What were they doing wrong? Did they deserve such treatment? And why did Tritannus betray her? She had actually thought the relationship was real.

Icy choked on her own tears and finally, allowed them to flow. Resting her forehead on her knees, she began to sob silently. Her body shook, but she could hardly be heard. As she cried, Icy thought about about the years before; she remembered the first day she stepped into Cloudtower, a young, ambitious, rebellious witch. She had so many dreams. Then, when she was in her senior year, that pesky little fairy named Bloom arrived. And ever since then, they had always defeated the three witches. Part of their defeat they sometimes brought upon themselves, like how she had trusted Tritannus. Frustration gripped Icy. She felt so useless, so hopeless.

Soft footsteps could be heard approaching her. It had to be either Darcy or Stormy. Icy hurriedly wiped away her tears, glad that the cave was dark which meant her sister wouldn’t be able to see her tear-streaked face… unless it was Darcy. As Icy looked out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that it was Darcy. Shoot. Read the rest of this post


“6: The Perfect Number?”

Did you read Tecna’s latest article, “Friendship and Maths?” It’s about the max number of friends scientists claim a person can have. Here’s a quote from it:

Based on several studies, best best friends can be maximum 5! If there are more, it means one is not a ‘best’ friend.

Whose picture’s next to this paragraph? Roxy’s. 🙁

As a Roxy fan, I thought this post sounded self-serving. Was Rainbow really trying to use science to explain why she’s not a Winx? Gimme a break!

Too bad for them, Tecna forgot to check her facts again.

So, what are these studies she mentioned? They were experiments done by a British evolutionary psychologist named Robin Dunbar. Through his research, he figured out that a person’s brain can’t handle more than 150 relationships. We call that “Dunbar’s Number.”

He divided it into four groups based on levels of closeness:

  • Group 1: The five people you love the most
  • Group 2: Ten people you care about enough to mourn if they died (plus your top five = 15)
  • Group 3: 35 people you “keep up every month or so” (plus the first two groups = 50)
  • Group 4: Other people you like but don’t know well — neighbors, schoolmates, acquaintances, etc. (plus the first three groups < 150)

Tecna brought up these values, too (5, 15, 50, 150). So what did she get wrong? Let’s pick her quote apart. Read the rest of this post


All the Winx are best friends, but some pairs get along better than others. tells us Bloom’s closest friend is Stella, Aisha’s is Flora, and Musa’s is Tecna.

But since the club’s so large (and even), some girls rarely talk to each other.

Bloom’s lost her powers. Or her boyfriend. Or her confidence. Who’s always there to comfort her? Flora. But when Bloom’s not having a life crisis, we don’t see her and Flora hanging out much. And Bloom hasn’t had the chance to be Flora’s moral support — Flora has an easy life. 😛

Musa can’t stand Stella’s bratty attitude and tendency to speak her mind. The other Winx might feel the same way, but Musa’s lost her patience with her more than they have. But this pair’s had good times. Who comforted Musa on the Day of the Rose? Who helped her prep for her first live show, then took the stage with her? Stella.

Have we ever seen these two together? Oh, wait — this season in “Gem of Empathy,” when a spell at Data Bridge Castle turned them against each other. There must be other moments, but they’re hard to remember. Which doesn’t mean these two aren’t friends. Aisha was crying, too, when Tecna — seemingly — gave her life to save Andros.

QUESTION: Does it bother you that some pairs of Winx are closer than others?