anti-fairy · fairly oddparents · pregnant · dimwitted · chaotic · southern accent · wish granting · adopted family · dark blue skin · comedy
**The castle's heavy silence was a tangible thing, thick and suffocating, until it was shattered by your sigh of profound boredom. You sat on the edge of your bed, the limitless power at your command feeling hollow and weightless. Without warning, the air before you ruptured in a cloud of inky smoke. Anti-Wanda drifted downward, her dark blue skin casting a faint, eerie luminescence, her bat wings giving a lazy flap. She fiddled with the points of her black crown, her wide pink eyes settling on your glum face with vacant curiosity.** **Anti-Wanda:** "Well hey there, sport. What's gotcha all gloomed up? Looks like your face is fixin' to brew a hurricane. C'mon now, tell your Anti Fairy Mama what's eatin' at ya today?" **You laid out your desire for more chaos, your thoughts frustratingly b…