Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Jeez it’s been awhile since I’ve written something. And what is my wonderful excuse? Hue, I’ve been reading/catching up on Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) and basically going out with my friends. Hey, it’s summer, I can have a life now- sorta. But I was really in the mood to write something, and since I’ve been listening and reading to mediums that have been nothing but depressing and dark- here’s the song-fic I prepared for y’all! This one-shot will be about Musa and her feelings towards Riven (I do NOT like this ship, so be warned). The song that I used is “Vortex” by The GazettE. I hope you like.
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“Malice that keeps deepening wounds so they can’t be erased for the second time.”
Musa was tired of it. Actually, no. She wasn’t tired of just an it, for this it had a name, and that name happened to be Riven. She was tired of how big of an ego he had; she was tired of how he constantly picked fights with her; she was tired of how often she would find him staring at other girls; she was tired of how big of an inconsiderate douchebag he is.
At first, she had learn to tolerate him, for everyone he knew told her that that was just his “way”, it was just his “personality.” She wasn’t usually one to judge, but his friends coming up to her and simply saying one of those words to explain his erratic behavior, was really starting to drive her insane.
He had been rude to her since day one, and though he later tried to play the ‘guilty card’ and attempted to make up for his actions, what he had done only furthered Musa’s anger towards him and the scars that he had begun carving into her heart. It didn’t matter how many flowers he sent, or how many apologies he uttered, what was done was done, and those memories could not be erased.
“Vortex of beats turning into distortion. Dancing in nausea.”
Due to her relationship, her friends started to noticed a change in her attitude and her music. Musa would usually compose songs that were hip and fun and something that everyone listening to could dance to. Now her compositions were dark and gloomy, and were usually filled with much more guitars and gritty sound effects and distortion.
It made the air around it heavy and thick, as if it would suffocate all those who dare listened to it. The beats would lull and screw into their skulls, dancing inside their head like some twisted ballet. The notes would tingle their senses and make it seem like they were standing on the edge of oblivion, feeling complete and utter hopelessness as all light seemed to drain from their life.
Music is said to be a reflection of the soul, a gateway into the minds of artists. It was obvious that Musa had become overwhelmed by stress and torment.
“Right before my eyes, the world that decayed. Right before my eyes, you murder somebody.”
Musa had become almost lifeless, as if she were merely a puppet to be dragged along by its string by its master. Her deep blue eyes that once shone with life, were merely damp pools, void of emotion.
The world had lost its color, its beauty, its music that it once held. Everything seemed to wither and die whenever she would walk the streets of Magix with Riven; or prowl the hallways of Alfea with Riven. The world would seem to shrink away from them, the pavement looking as if it might crack and engulf them into the fiery pits below; the walls looking as if the might crumble away, allowing whatever harsh elements to have their way with them.
Yet, Musa kept on going. She really didn’t understand why. She knew she was unhappy, but she just couldn’t bring herself to leave. Musa thought that maybe since all of her friends had someone, that she should still stay with Riven- so she would be viewed as ‘happy’ and ‘normal’ as the rest of the girls she hung out with.
Though, the more Musa thought about it, the more she assume that maybe her old, rebellious self, that actually cared about her self-worth had gone. That Riven had merely sullied and murdered her once they had started to get ‘serious’. It made sense to her, seeing as how the only color she would occasional glimpse would be red.
Red; the color of fiery passion and blood.
“Keep falling into a dark, dark, darkness.”
Musa was falling and there was no way to stop herself. Musa was falling and there was no one to save her. Musa was falling and there was nothing she could do about it.
She wanted to appear happy; she wanted to show everyone that she was normal too. She could have a boyfriend and have a relationship, just like everyone else. But the farther she fell, the harder it was to bounce back. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to keep up this lie- this facade that she had tried so desperately to keep up.
The darkness was beckoning to her, whispering sweet nothings and promising that everything would be alright. That everything would eventually take a turn for the better, as long as she kept falling- as long as she did not change.
“I don’t wanna become the fucking garbage like you.”
But Musa had now grown tired of it; of Riven, of the darkness, of relationships- all of it. It all seemed so pointless, now that she thought about it. She had almost lost her soul, her will to fight because of this man. But she was Musa, dammit, and she could do better than this. She knew she could.
That spark had returned, and the world seemed to brighten. It was going to take some time to get her life back, and to get herself back on track. She didn’t want to become bitter and lonely- like Riven had obviously become. So she was starting over, awakening as a new woman.
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“Malice that keeps deepening wounds so they can’t be erased for the second time.”
Musa was tired of it. Actually, no. She wasn’t tired of just an it, for this it had a name, and that name happened to be Riven. She was tired of how big of an ego he had; she was tired of how he constantly picked fights with her; she was tired of how often she would find him staring at other girls; she was tired of how big of an inconsiderate douchebag he is.
At first, she had learn to tolerate him, for everyone he knew told her that that was just his “way”, it was just his “personality.” She wasn’t usually one to judge, but his friends coming up to her and simply saying one of those words to explain his erratic behavior, was really starting to drive her insane.
He had been rude to her since day one, and though he later tried to play the ‘guilty card’ and attempted to make up for his actions, what he had done only furthered Musa’s anger towards him and the scars that he had begun carving into her heart. It didn’t matter how many flowers he sent, or how many apologies he uttered, what was done was done, and those memories could not be erased.
“Vortex of beats turning into distortion. Dancing in nausea.”
Due to her relationship, her friends started to noticed a change in her attitude and her music. Musa would usually compose songs that were hip and fun and something that everyone listening to could dance to. Now her compositions were dark and gloomy, and were usually filled with much more guitars and gritty sound effects and distortion.
It made the air around it heavy and thick, as if it would suffocate all those who dare listened to it. The beats would lull and screw into their skulls, dancing inside their head like some twisted ballet. The notes would tingle their senses and make it seem like they were standing on the edge of oblivion, feeling complete and utter hopelessness as all light seemed to drain from their life.
Music is said to be a reflection of the soul, a gateway into the minds of artists. It was obvious that Musa had become overwhelmed by stress and torment.
“Right before my eyes, the world that decayed. Right before my eyes, you murder somebody.”
Musa had become almost lifeless, as if she were merely a puppet to be dragged along by its string by its master. Her deep blue eyes that once shone with life, were merely damp pools, void of emotion.
The world had lost its color, its beauty, its music that it once held. Everything seemed to wither and die whenever she would walk the streets of Magix with Riven; or prowl the hallways of Alfea with Riven. The world would seem to shrink away from them, the pavement looking as if it might crack and engulf them into the fiery pits below; the walls looking as if the might crumble away, allowing whatever harsh elements to have their way with them.
Yet, Musa kept on going. She really didn’t understand why. She knew she was unhappy, but she just couldn’t bring herself to leave. Musa thought that maybe since all of her friends had someone, that she should still stay with Riven- so she would be viewed as ‘happy’ and ‘normal’ as the rest of the girls she hung out with.
Though, the more Musa thought about it, the more she assume that maybe her old, rebellious self, that actually cared about her self-worth had gone. That Riven had merely sullied and murdered her once they had started to get ‘serious’. It made sense to her, seeing as how the only color she would occasional glimpse would be red.
Red; the color of fiery passion and blood.
“Keep falling into a dark, dark, darkness.”
Musa was falling and there was no way to stop herself. Musa was falling and there was no one to save her. Musa was falling and there was nothing she could do about it.
She wanted to appear happy; she wanted to show everyone that she was normal too. She could have a boyfriend and have a relationship, just like everyone else. But the farther she fell, the harder it was to bounce back. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to keep up this lie- this facade that she had tried so desperately to keep up.
The darkness was beckoning to her, whispering sweet nothings and promising that everything would be alright. That everything would eventually take a turn for the better, as long as she kept falling- as long as she did not change.
“I don’t wanna become the fucking garbage like you.”
But Musa had now grown tired of it; of Riven, of the darkness, of relationships- all of it. It all seemed so pointless, now that she thought about it. She had almost lost her soul, her will to fight because of this man. But she was Musa, dammit, and she could do better than this. She knew she could.
That spark had returned, and the world seemed to brighten. It was going to take some time to get her life back, and to get herself back on track. She didn’t want to become bitter and lonely- like Riven had obviously become. So she was starting over, awakening as a new woman.
acording to the fans bloom is the
stongest
best rolemodel
bravest winx
acording to fanpop stella is the
second stongest
most funniest
most cheerful
most girly
acording to flora fans flora is the best winx along with musa since flora and musa are always winning polls
prettiest charcter she won the award for pretitest charcter of the month
sweetest winx i did a poll on whos the nicest winx and everyone picked flora
best power i made a poll on which are your favourite powers out of mine well nature won
musa best winx acording to fanpop shes the best winx and always wins polls along with flora
most tomboyish winx
aisha
she is voted as one of bravest charcters along with bloom
tecna
most logical
most smartest
stongest
best rolemodel
bravest winx
acording to fanpop stella is the
second stongest
most funniest
most cheerful
most girly
acording to flora fans flora is the best winx along with musa since flora and musa are always winning polls
prettiest charcter she won the award for pretitest charcter of the month
sweetest winx i did a poll on whos the nicest winx and everyone picked flora
best power i made a poll on which are your favourite powers out of mine well nature won
musa best winx acording to fanpop shes the best winx and always wins polls along with flora
most tomboyish winx
aisha
she is voted as one of bravest charcters along with bloom
tecna
most logical
most smartest
It was a hashtag contest!! Fans were asked to participate and the contest was open till 14th December,2018. Those of you who are a member of the official website are well aware that the response was good and everyone did enjoy participating in the "hashtag" contest. They asked our imagination to run wild and from the whole loads of comments, few hashtag that i liked were - #believeinwinx, #winxforever15, #15yearsoftogethernes......
Eventually the winner was also anncounced in the official instagram handle of winxclub... The winning hashtag was - #15yearsofwinx
I love the clouds
And the sun and trees
Love the smell of the ocean
Bree-ee-eze (yeah yeah)
But it's not enough to respect it
If you love the Earth
Then you gotta protect it (gotta protect it)
You have the power to change the world
The power to change the world
And it's right in front of us
Every boy and girl in the world
Everybody has the power to change the world
The power to change the world
-Harmonix-
Harmonix (2X)
There's nothing like a magic feeling
The super me that its revealing
Winx it's on we totally got this
Full fairy power lets rock this
It's like bolt of shimmer lightning
Completely gravity defying
Harmonix
Ah ah ah
Harmonix
Love is spinning all around me
Some galactic dream has found me
Calling forth the mystical powers
Exploding rainbow showers
It's shining up the wings that fly me
And glitters up the girl inside me
Harmonix (11X)