#the rise of pheonix drop

[little-too-late]

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↳ a minecraft diaries x fem!reader series

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: cringe writing. this story will contain descriptions of crime, violence, murder/death and blood. proceed with caution and at your own risk.

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[idcpxseur]

so lets start from the beginning

so lets talk pdh, right? cuz thats the very beginning. for the most part, im planning to leave s1 of pdh alone aside from upping the intensity of the bullying (to make it more realistic) and just generally feel more like a teen slice of life drama rather than a harem anime where the protag chooses the shittiest love interest imaginable.

im also adding some mental health stuff just to generally make this more realistic! so lets get into it, this is the structure of my pdh rewrite!

Let's start with our leading lady, shall we?

Aphmau Shalashaska is a 14 year old freshman girl who has been homeschooled starting from fourth to eighth grade. She starts the series off as naive, though not as innocent as many people believe. She is known as the school's sweetheart, though many people suspect that she hides her intentions with a saccrine smile. To the people who know her, though, they know that her words are true and her motivations are pure. She is a light in many people's darkness, though her own world is casted in shadow...

basically i changed little to nothing about aphmau's character, aside from changing the years she was homeschooled. i decided to make her more sheltered but not completely sheltered.

i think i'm going to tweak her backstory to make it make more sense. i want her to actually (kind of) know about her father. he sends sylvanna (barely any) child support for her, to which sylvanna just gives it to aphmau directly because it isnt enough to actually do anything with.

im also going to ramp up the bullying and make it actually effect her and how she interacts with people, especially her love interests and friends.

the ending arc for aphmau in s1 is that she grows more confident and learns to rely on her friends when she's having difficulties with things. she wont end up with any of her love interests, but the trio end up extremely close. her and aaron will also end up extremely close and he will be introduced to the friendgroup (i dont like how theyre all kind of seperate) but he'll kind of be the "friend by proxy" because it will take a little longer for them to warm up (not anyone's fault, aaron is just... harder to befriend because he's an awkward dude)

as for her realtionships, here's my general plan for them (i had to split it up so aaron, laurence, and garroth under the cut!!)

Aaron

"It's weird. I thought those two hated each other. But now they seem inseparable. I just don't get it."

"Aaron? Yeah he's pretty weird. He has this whole dark and broody thing going on but he's such a squishy soul! He's like a pitbull! ...People think I hate him? Why would I hate my best friend?"

Aphmau is going to have more of a brother/sister relationship with aaron, they will NOT be the endgame ship of this rewrite. i detailed this in my pinned post, but i will reiterate: i do NOT like aarmau for the creepy, predatory way it is written. therefore i will just simply not include it in my rewrite. dont like it, dont have to read it <3

their story arc will stay largely the same. they meet online as FC/Shu (although i probably will change their nicknames because those are LAME) and meet irl in werewolf class. despite aaron defending her in person, they heavily dislike each other and bicker constantly. aph doesnt know she becomes the alpha female and aaron doesnt know that she is the girl that he's been talking to this whole time.

as FC and Shu they become thick as thieves, absolute partners in crime. they ARE aware of their age gap and there is no romantic feelings. they see each other as siblings and treat each other as such. they banter and bicker and fight but they genuinely care for each other. "i hate you, FC!!!" "i love you too, shu" becomes a daily part of their conversations.

Garroth

"He's so stoic, but around her... He becomes so gentle that it almost feels like he's a different person. She's his world."

"I think everyone but Aphmau herself sees the way he looks at her."

garroth is the first person to fall in love with aphmau. he stays quiet about his feelings for fear of ruining their friendship although he does quietly dream of something more.

garroth was always the first person that aphmau called on. his quiet and more serious demeanor was sought out as a comforting shoulder to listen to. before they knew that they were childhood friends, they had always described themselves as "platonic soulmates" (the word platonic made garroth internally wither and die but he kept that smile)

after, though? they were practically joined at the hip. partly because of their mothers and partly because they just wanted to. there was a select amount of boys that sylvanna allowed in her house (the only others being dante and travis, after many trials of proving that they ONLY have platonic feeligns for her daughter and NOTHING more) and the only boy that doesnt get her heavy surveillance

and that's how aphmau falls. breaking down his serious walls and getting to see his silly and goofy side that he keeps hidden made her fall before she even realized that she was falling

Laurence

"There he goes again, another girl wrapped around his finger."

"Laurence? He's so sweet and gentle! Sure, he's a big flirt, but he means well. I know that he would be by my side if I ever needed him."

if garroth's love is a gentle misty rain, laurence's is a fucking typhoon. strong and loud and passionate. he doesnt fall as fast. he even teases garroth about falling for someone so easily, but he very quickly learns why garroth fell so hard.

when laurence discovers his feelings, he immediately made it incredibly obvious. however, if aphmau flirted back, he'd become a blushing mess.

there was always boundaries with his flirting when they were friends. he never touched her, not in a way that could be seen as romantic. his hands always stayed firmly to themselves. but once he falls? he cant keep his hands off of her (nonsexually, obviously). constant shoulder touches, brushes of the hand that he plays off "oh aphmau if you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just asked!"

cupping her chin and cheeks, leaning in close so he gets an excuse to admire her face. the list goes on and on.

aphmau notices this, but she just thinks that theyre getting closer as friends. what makes her fall for him, however, was his gentleness. he was always the first person to tell her that she was beautiful, how kind she was, how thoughtful she was. he was her #1 fan, her absolute cheerleader. she had never had someone tell her that and now to hear it constantly made her heart flutter.

unlike garroth, she realized that she was falling for him pretty quickly. and that was about the time she realized her feelings for garroth, too.

[mapsthewanderer]

Caleb’s future myth - fiery birdboi

A speculation and why I think it will be connected to

The Vermillion bird, Phoenix and The Fenghuang

As I described in an earlier post, I have reason to suspect and speculate that the devs have dropped us several hints and hidden messages in Caleb’s tattoos in the current banner, Tomorrow’s catch 22. To sum my ramblings up; they point to Caleb being connected to the Vermillion bird, the Pheonix or The Fenghuang using Chinese homophones and meanings to numbers.

The meaning of this post is to give an overview on how hints from his others memories and the current event banner can also point to the same direction.

Brief overview of the key attributes to the Vermillion bird and why it fits Caleb:

The Vermilion Bird (Zhuque, 朱雀), as one of the Four Symbols in Chinese mythology, is primarily associated with fire, passion, summer, and the southern direction

Fire and how it connects to Caleb:

In café interractions he will comment something like «I’m burning up, you say?»

His main stellarium is red, representing fire(?)

Red apples, red strawberries (in the tomorrow’s catch event story). Both fruits have a strong connection to summer too.

Red red red red. Dude is red.

Description of his CNY outfit «Sunlit splendor»: Golden thread weave through bamboo as the crimson radiates warmth. Hello? Fire, crimson, warmth. Dude is fire. Guess what grows after being cut down? Bamboo. Just like the Vermillion bird represents rebirth and renewal.

If you touch his lips, he’ll comment on the MC starting a fire on his lips, and that she’s playing with fire.

Passion and how it connects to Caleb:

No further explanation needed. If you’ve started to read this lengthy text, you’re already aware of how this guy is both the thirstiest of the lot and has an unyielding passion for the MC and also flying or any other interest that catches his eye.

Summer and how it connects to Caleb:

His name in Chinese straightforward means summer. Xia Yizhou(夏以晝/夏以昼). The same interpretation applies to his Japanese name. No further elaboration needed. Guy IS summer.

His one memoria memory named «Endless summer»

His date of birth, 13th of June

South and how it connects to Caleb

In the current banner, Caleb and the MC lives in the southern district as children.

If Caleb indeed is the counterpart to Zayne (who represent the north, cold, blue stellarium, ice and frost), it’s natural that think that Caleb will be represented by a mythical creature that is directly connected to the south, aka The Vermillion bird representing warmth, fire, red stellarium.

There might be more hints towards the southern direction. I’ll come back and update if I find more.

Why must he be a birb and not some other summery, hot mythical being, you might ask?

WELL LEMME TELL YA

Exhibit 1

How the Vermillion bird can represent Caleb’s homecoming

The Vermillion bird is often associated with resurrection and cyclical rebirth, rising from flames. This could symbolize the return to one's origin, much like coming home to a place of comfort and familiarity after a period of growth or transformation.

In a personal sense, coming home after facing challenges or experiences of change aligns with the Vermilion Bird's power of regeneration—finding solace and reconnection with one’s roots or origins, even after a process of burning away or transformation.

If this description isn’t our favorite explosive boi, I dont know what is

Exhibit 2

Warmth and Security and Caleb’s homecoming:

The fire element associated with the Vermilion Bird could be tied to the idea of home as a place of warmth and comfort. Home is often seen as a place where one feels secure, protected, and nurtured, much like the fiery energy of the Vermilion Bird provides vitality and life.

Fire also provides light and warmth, which are essential aspects of making a space feel like home. The Vermilion Bird's fiery energy could represent the hearth or the center of a home, the place where people feel both nurtured and alive, reflecting the emotional warmth found in a home environment.

Exhibit 3

Harmony and Balance and how it might connect to Caleb:

The Vermilion Bird is a symbol of balance, especially the balance between Yin and Yang, which could symbolize the equilibrium or peaceful energy that a home provides. In relationships, the bird’s symbolism of harmony between opposites (e.g., masculine and feminine) could reflect a harmonious homecoming, where different forces come together in a balanced and peaceful way.

Lastly, we’re playing an otome game, peeps. The question we want answered is: IS FIREBIRBBOI A GOOD KISSER?!

Why is the Vermillion bird a good match for Caleb romantically?

1. Passion and Desire:

The fiery red feathers of the Vermilion Bird immediately evoke feelings of intense passion. Just like fire that can ignite a flame, the Vermilion Bird symbolizes the spark of romantic attraction and desire. Its association with fire reflects how romance can burn hot and intense, yet it also suggests the transformative nature of love.

Can it be more obvious? The friggin yearning have us all sat 🪑

2. Renewal and Rebirth:

The Vermilion Bird’s association with rebirth after death is highly romantic. Much like a lover who goes through challenges and emotional transformations, the bird’s ability to rise from flames mirrors the way that love can grow and evolve even after hardship.

This can symbolize the healing power of love and how relationships, despite difficulties, can emerge renewed and stronger, just like the phoenix-like cycle of the Vermilion Bird.

Yup. If this isn’t MC and Caleb, I don’t know what is.

3. Energy and Life:

The bird’s vibrancy and energy are often linked to the passionate energy that accompanies romantic love. Just like the warmth of summer, the Vermilion Bird represents a high point of emotional connection and shared vitality between lovers.

Its vitality reminds us of the excitement and adventure that can come with love, especially during the height of passion.

Our genki boi Caleb, right?

4. Freedom and Liberation:

The majestic wings of the Vermilion Bird represent freedom—in romance, this could symbolize the freedom to love without restrictions. The bird's flight may represent lovers who are free to explore their emotions, and the freedom within a relationship to grow, evolve, and express love authentically.

Additionally, its elegance may signify a love that is not just about physical attraction, but also about deep emotional connection, beauty, and respect in a romantic partnership.

I’M SAT. THIS IS THE MC AND CALEB.

Also: The description of Caleb’s newest outfit «Caged Wings»: No cage can restrain a soul that craves freedom. CAGED. WINGS.

And if this doesn’t convince you, please note:

Dude is a pilot. HE FLIES.

If you poke his back in the cafe he’ll comment on growing WINGS🪽 «Just because I can fly, doesn’t mean I have to grow wings»

His outfit in tomorrow’s catch, specifically the wings here:

Fire pokers?

Speaking of that exact sigil. I have reason to believe that the crossed thingies are a Chinese fire poker that has been opened up. Try to google 火钳 and tell me I’m wrong.

While fire pokers aren’t specifically a mythological tool associated with creatures like the Vermilion Bird or Phoenix in Chinese culture, fire tools in general do hold symbolic significance in fire-related rituals and spiritual practices. The Phoenix and Vermilion Bird, both deeply connected to the element of fire, metaphorically align with the ideas of transformation, rebirth, and renewal—concepts that can be associated with the act of tending fire using tools like fire pokers.

Unanswered yet:

Why doesn’t the fallen angel/Lucifer theory resonate with me? Because I just find that there are an overwhelmingly amout of hidden stuffs that point us to the firebirbs (they are also of eastern origin on the contrary to Lucifer)

I WILL ADD MORE if there is more, trust me x_x

Oh and thank you for all kind comments and suggestions! If you have anything pointing to firebirdboi, let me know. Love ya! ✨

[agentpheoness]

Ieytd lore #8 (I think?) Descending into the next life Part 1

(Sorry I haven’t posted in what feels like forever. I’m running on the little motivation I have left and a buncha caffeine)

Notes: This chapter is a little time skip from the last one. We’re in rising Phoenix now:0

⚠️Warnings⚠️: elevataphobia, blood, gun violence, mentions of incineration and death

Alarms are ringing throughout the building, indicating that Juniper’s plan is near its end. Pheoness can feel her friend squeeze her hand, her own trembling just the slightest bit as the elevator begins to ascend “Hey, we’re gonna be okay, kid.” She nudges him “Are you sure…? I mean if we fail this. It’s not just us that die, probably the whole agency will be under siege and-“ “Woah, woah. Calm down. Reginald doesn’t need another traumatized mess…” Pheoness puts an arm around his shoulder and ruffles its hair “We’ve stopped a laser of death while in space, while a pretty science lady was trying to kill us with radiation! I think we can handle one, annoying actor-“

As she’s about to finish her sentence, the sound of gunshots whistle through the elevator, causing small bullet holes. They could feel a halt in the elevator’s path of motion. “Agents, are you okay?!” Reginald’s voice from the earpiece exclaims, not even attempting to concede the hint of worry and panic. “We’re fine, Reggie…” Pheoness sighs, trying to loosen her muscles from their tensed position caused by the scare. “But this elevator isn’t working anymore…” Phoenix opened the elevator panel, a faulty battery leaping out of it. The electricity from the battery caused a small fire in the carpet of the elevator. “PHEONIX WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT TOUCHING THINGS!” Pheoness frantically steps of the flame, putting it out. “Sorry…” Phoenix sheepishly shrugs while looking at the elevator panel. “It definitely looks busted though…” Their heads jolt up as the elevator doors open, revealing the base of the nuke Zoraxis was planning to launch, along with a containment area. Muttered voices came from the entrapped center, they were oddly familiar but neither of them could put their finger on it. “Hold down the fort here…” she says, swinging off the elevator to an assortment of levers. She gripped a taser from nearby, just in case whoever was in there was dangerous. Perspiration from her palms left a small mark as she slowly pulled the lever down, opening one of the doors. After a few seconds of agonizing silence, an older woman peeks her head out of the door, fear evident on her face. It was one of the heads of state that Juniper was impersonating. She chuckled internally at the fact that Juniper had to impersonate women too, wondering how he would look in a dress…….Never mind that. She needed to stick to the tasks at hand “Go, I’ll release the other heads of state. When I do, tell them they need to get out of here.” The prime minister nodded, speaking in a heavy African accent “I will, thank you dearly, agent.” After she’s out of sight, she pulls the other three levers, letting all the other Heads of State escape. Taking one last look at the structure of the nuke, she realized Zor’s plan. Once they launched the nuke, the hot exhaust from it would incinerate the Prime Minister’s which were below it. “Disgusting.” Reginald growls “Zor is as cunning as they are evil.” Pheoness nods “Agreed.” How glad she is to foil Zor’s plan. As she was about to return to Phoenix, a loud thud made her jump and pull out her taser again, only to realize it was a power storing box. Her face dropped as she found out it was on empty. This was just what they needed if they could find power.

“PHEONESS, A LITTLE HELP HERE?!”

The amount of alarm in Pheonix’s voice sent adrenaline throughout her body, shoving the box in her arm and hopping up to the elevator. All Phoenix could do was point at the saw-blade above them that was brutally slicing through the elevator cords. “That Box…here…gimme it.” She passes him the power storing container. Using the alligator clips to connect them to similar attachments on the saw. It drained the energy from the machine till the saw was at a complete stop. “Never fail to surprise me….” Pheoness laughs, pulling back the clips in awe and connecting them to the elevator. The energy from the saw blade machine powering the elevator as it made its way up to the top floor. She peers around the elevator, tools scattered everywhere. “W..what’s all this…?” Pheoness gestures to the tools lying around “I found em. You never know when they’ll come in handy!” Phoenix responded with a smile, but it soon disappeared as they heard the voice they were oh so used to hearing.

All of the times Juniper betrayed them, attempted to trick them, to kill them. The memories linger in the back of their minds every time they hear the smooth purr of his voice and this time was no different. As they ascended higher and higher, his words became more clearer, more condescending. The two intertwined hands once again. They will face the enemy that plagued them. Together. The elevator doors open slowly, reluctant to show them the one, the only John Juniper. Standing on a metal bridge over the nuke. He hasn’t noticed them yet, his back turned as he gives his passionate speech to the millions of terrified people watching him. It wasn’t until the elevator bell dinged, that he turned around. His eyes narrowed in hatred, but also astonishment as he clutched the sacred suitcase in his hand “How did you…” He sighs, aggravated “Sorry, folks. I need to take care of something.” He suddenly pulls out a pistol from his pocket and starts shooting at them. Fortunately, they’re able to reflect most of his shots off the scattered tools from the floor. However, one pierces through Phoenix’s arm and he lets out a pained yell; blood spilling from the wound. They were in a terrible spot, only being able to deflect Juniper’s bullets “Why. Won’t. You. DIE?!” John shouts. Pheoness covered her injured friend “Don’t worry, kid. I could take another bullet for you.” She said, her voice strained from the pressure of the bullets going through whatever items she held up for protection. Even though the agonizing pain in his arm, Phoenix found something he couldn’t resist, a big, red, lever. “Kid?! What are you doing?!”

Impulsiveness getting to him, he used his TK to pull down the lever. Like clockwork, the bridge that Juniper was standing on began to separate. The unsuspecting Juniper began to teeter on the bridge lost his balance. His fingers desperately clinging onto the ledge for dear life “W-woah, Agents!” For the first time ever, his voice was cocky or arrogant, he was vulnerable. Scared. It kind of worried them despite him being their enemy “You don’t want me, you want Zor! I can tell you who Zor is! It’s-“ The only voice that’s scarier than Juniper’s becomes audible. Zor’s. “Is the cowardly actor trying to save his skin?” Juniper’s voice converted to its normal, annoying tone “Hah! What’re you gonna do to me?! I’m the one running things now!” Zor chuckles eerily, their voice a malicious tone “Mr, Juniper. You were never running the show. Fabricator? If you will…?” The Fabricator walks onto the ledge Juniper was standing on with a remote in hand. Her gentle, motherly smile Pheoness saw in the wine cellar completely replaced with a heartless smirk. “Bye, bye John.” With a push of a button, Fabricator uses his precious mimic mask against him, giving him a series of electric shocks. Junipers body tenses up as he screams in agony. His fingers finally slipped off the edge, making him plummet to the ground. The agents look with wide eyes as Fabricator turns her head in their direction, her eyes landing on Pheoness “Good luck, darling.” She said in a sweet tone before she exited the building. Pheoness really wanted to believe she was being genuine. But that look on her face said otherwise. Her thoughts were broken by Reginald “Agents! The briefcase!” And there it was. The briefcase that Juniper protected with his life, now lied on the platform without a carrier. Phoenix obtained it with his TK. When opened, a series of puzzles were inside, and a timer that was ticking down. 10 minutes till the nuke was launched “Phee-Phee…I..only have one working arm left..you have to do it…” Her eyes widened as she looks at the first puzzle, inspecting it carefully. After a second, she twists it to make a Z shape…one puzzle done, 2 more to go. The next one was harder, she had to hit the right series of buttons. All sounds were muffled, even the voice of the agent next to her. The only thing she could hear was the throbbing in her head, the sound of her shaky breaths, and every beep that signaled she was another second close from the end. 6 minutes…she pushed every button, each lighting up a certain set of lights, her hands shaking with every press. 5 minutes… “Pheoness, 8 o clock and 1 o clock!” She hears throughout the cluttered mess of her mind. She presses the button positioned at 8 o clock and 1 o clock, lighting up all the lights and successfully completing the second puzzle. One last puzzle Pheoness…you can do this….3 minutes left. In this last puzzle she had to slide a dial through every light without repetition. 2 minutes….the adrenaline was so intense it made her feel dizzy. Sliding the dial left, right, up, down. Every move could de ide the fate of the world. She had to do this. Everyone was relying on it. Just. Keep. Moving.

“YES!”

She was able to solve the last puzzle with a minute remaining. The big red abort button like an oasis in a desert of pain and death. Her ears start to take in the other sounds, one being the sound of Reginald’s delighted laughs “You did it, Agents!” Her breathing starts to stabilize, looking at Phoenix, who had an overjoyed look on his exhausted face. He holds his finger out, just brushing against the button. “Together?”

Pheoness nods “Together.”

And they both press the button, relieved that this could finally end.

…….but no end came

Tags: @pandagobrr @wyvchard

[potions-master-danni]

“ Spectralli Revallus “

|_-> { Spectral Crossing Elixir }

Ingredients ;

* 5 Oz Accromantula Venom

* 3/4 T ; Echo Essence

* 3-4 drops of Pheonix Tears

* 4-5 WHOLE dried Ghastly Ghostweed

* A thunderbird claw

* 6 Oz Glistening Stardust

Directions ;

1 -> Start with filling your cauldron, Bring to a boil and add the Dried G.G [ Ghastly Ghostweed ] , Mix well until Ghostweed dissolves. [The brew Should be thickened slightly after completely dissolved].

2 -> Add the 3/4 T of Echo Essence, Mix well and add 6 Oz of Glistening stardust. Let boil for 4 hours until reaches a bright cyan blue/begins to sparkle and collect glimmer at the surface.

3 -> Stir again once it’s finished boiling, add pheonix tears and Accromantula Venom. Boil again for a day, stir for 10 minutes between 4 hour intervals and turn furnace off, let rest for the last two hours.

4 -> Add thunderbird claw and mix yet again, for 30 minutes. If fizz buildup begins, you’ve done it correctly. Should gain yellow undertones. Let rest for 2 days in the moonlight. Take off of resting spot when sun rises.

Results ;

Able to see spirits, and ghosts other’s cannot for approximately 45 minutes.

*If headaches occur during prolonged use, immediately cleanse out the potion with a less aggressive healing potion. Do not OVERLAP use in the same day. Take in only SMALL doses.

*do NOT attempt to make this. This could be really dangerous. If you need some for WHATEVER reason, you’re to explain why and come to me. We don’t need any more accidents. I’ve tested this, but it does not by any means, infer you may attempt this brew. I don’t know what will happen to you, if you consume it when brewed incorrectly, it could go horribly wrong or nothing could happen at all, I don’t know. Let’s not take that chance.

[dysfunkt1on]

I for some reason woke up before my alarm today and was more energized in the morning yet I upon getting up and getting going didn't really have the energy to do anything and had to force myself to the store as I needed vegetables for tonight to test out something new for that Pheonix Rising "Improvements from strange dietary adjustments" topic which on that took an unexpected turn as the vitamin C increase after day 3 of high dose has effected a baseline reaction to the food meaning there was much less of one but still one. I have a lot more testing to do but hopefully sooner than later I'll have something more solid to present there. Tonight I am still brain fried but I can at least on the high dose vitamin C protocol do a little bit more without PEM setting in as hard. This also means my body and brain can't function properly on anything under 4 grams of C daily which is mind blowing. Also quite horrifying as if I stop taking all of my supplements and drop my only safe limited diet I will die. My body is weak now that it can't sustain itself anymore from food alone. Never mind this situation wise I am stuck between a rock and 50 hard places too.It's getting more and more difficult to not rock the boat as tensions rise and bandaids need to be ripped off. I had more to say but in my profound brain fog I can't think of it or even type well enough to get it out. I can't stop closing my ways and drifting off, I need to more sleep. I hate this stupid disease.

[unbrokenjourney]

“Resilient Pheonix”

To those that were anticipating, plotting, and praying for my downfall; know that I still “RISE!”

I rose above the ashes like a Pheonix,

Spread out my broken wings; and recognized my strength & endurance,

Turned my scars into stars,

Kissed my wounds and turned them into wisdom,

Broke free from bondage,

And now,I soar higher than ever before, unstoppable and resilient.

Drops mic 🎤….

True words spoken from a poet; please respect my artistry; I’m sensitive about my s**t y’all- 🫰

-Mimi “The Writer, The Poet”

More coming soon to a stage near you…

[quickwritingguy]

A new road to somewhere

A special note for both followers of my sister site, becomingsanta.net, after years of neglect that site has been taken down for a massive reboot. Hopefully, sometime before I expire the site will, like the legendary pheonix, Fawkes, rise from the ashes with a new purpose that appeals to at least a few readers and viewers. If you have an idea for the site, feel free to leave a comment or drop me…

[homosexualshadowknights]

Stop fighting over what color hair Laurance should have. The answer is obviously BOTH

[genieofthebooks]

Hi :3 I read your kent x reader fanfic and I have to say it was amazing I hope you don't mind if I ask you for a kent x reader fanfic. I was thinking that the reader is in a fortune telling class and the teacher shows the deepest desire of a random student to do a class demonstration.In the fortune telling object the Kent and the reader are seen dating. The reader is embarrassed because she has been in love with Kent for a long time and she didn't want anyone to know and now the whole class knew about it, after that the whole class is gossiping about this new information, the reader doesn't know what to do and just wants to let the earth swallow her. (I hope you don't mind my super big explanation QuQ I know it's a lot)

Divination

A/n: I hope you like this and sorry if it isn't the best. Sorry it took so long.

Reader is a pheonix so she can control fire but also can shapeshift into a pheonix. And her hair lights up on fire. Also you have Red/Ember eyes, sorry.

Pairing: Kent x Fem!Pheonix!Reader

Warnings: Fire, Kissing, Embarrassment, Swearing.

"This class is so boring. why do we have to take it?" you muttered to Enid and Wednesday while slamming your head onto the table, and because of the flames dancing in your hair, you burnt the table. "Shit" you frantically patted the table but only made it worse as your hamd had lit on fire so the flames kept rising. You grabbed onto the closest persons water bottle and chucked it over the table leaving a massive hole in the tablecloth and a scorched mark on the table.

Enid looked at you in amusement at your boredom but also the chaos that you brought "N/n, How many times have you set fire to a table now"

You just shrugged your shoulders giving up on counting the damage that you caused after it happened more than ten times.

Wednesday who was just observing the havoc of one of her best friends (She won't admit it to you or Enid, only claiming you were her friends) " She has managed to set 70 tables on fire since the start of school"

You hummed to yourself having a quite proud look on your face. "That is a new record"

The divination teacher walked into the class and assessed the room until her eyes settled on the carnage in front of her.

"Ms Y/n as you have set fire to my table .. Again. You shall be the demonstration"

You looked over to Enid with a pleading look on your face for some help but she was just laughing at your predicament. You sent a faux glare to the werewolf after you realised that she would be no help at all and stood up from your chair and walked over to the front of the room where a crystal ball laid in the middle of the table. Sending a small smile to Kent when you were up there.

The teacher started to expkain what the demonstration was but as she got further into the explanation your sense of dread started to rise and your hair now had the flames dancing through it erratically no longer the intricate abd beautiful dance it was doing before. Your panic rose because you had no idea what your deepest desire was and did not what to find out what it was in front of a class.

"Now dear, if you would just place your hand on the crystal ball, without setting it on fire. Please" your teacher brought you out of your overthinking trance as she motioned towards the crystal ball. You raised your shaky hand to it willing the fire to not surround your hand. When your hand came in contact with the crystal you let out a wince in pain as you were not expecting it to be that cold. Soon a bright light filled the classroom and when it faded two figures appeared in the crystal ball. You and Kent. Your heart dropped in panic as your flames rose up your arms and in your hair.

Whispers and giggles started to fill the classroom but the only people who were not laughing was you, the teacher, Enid, Wednesday, Xavier, Ajax and the three sirens. You ran out of the classroom without another word leaving embers flowing to the floor leaving an ashy trace of where you once stood.

The male siren in particular was feeling many emotions at once. Happy that he knew you liked him back but anger at his classmates for laughing at you. He stormed up from his chair and raced after you following the trail of the bright orange light that emitted from around you.

He found you outside in the courtyard but instead of being greeted by your human form, your majestic pheonix form came into view. You were sat on the ledge just wishing that even though you could technically do it but were not allowed to fly away from the school and never return.

He walked out from behind a pillar, startling you so much that your feathers lit on fire and when he walked over and sat next to you, you slammed your beak down on his hand, only leaving a small dent.

"I came to see how you are after that but that response pretty much explained it."

You got ready to fly up to your dorm so you didn't have to face the embarrassment of talking about feelings.

"Please don't fly away, can you listen to me and if you don't like what I say, you can"

He saw a small nod come from your pheonix form and continued to talk.

"I love you Y/n, you don't have to say it back or even have to talk to me ever again but I love you, I love how you cause chaos wherever you go and I love the glint you get in your eye when you and Ajax have pulled off a successful prank. I love how your flames dance around your hair when you are calm. I love you Y/n"

You turned back into your human form and just stared into his shining blue eyes that contrasted with your own ember eyes. Fire and Water.

You smiled at him softly and when he opened his mouth to start rambling again you grabbed onto his neck and gently pulled him down for a kiss that held all of your feeling of love for him. It took him a while to understand what was happening but when he realised, you started to pull away thinking that it was the wrong time but he lowered his head again encasing you into a kiss as his scaled hand came up to rest on your cheek where the flames parted so you wouldn't hurt him.

A siren and A Pheonix. Fire and Water. Two elements you never thought would work but they do.

[sketchygainedyoursoul]

(Minecraft Diaries) Summary MASTERPOST

(Keep in mind I'm making this before I start- names and arcs subject to change)

Season One

Early stuff:

Aphmau Fucks Around

Aphmau Finds Out

Brightport is Bright

Levin Is Here

Meteli

Plot begins: Laurence GONE/Zane is a bitch/

Aphmau's Bizarre Adventure: Brightport pt. 2 electric boogaloo/Wolf village interlude/MALACHI'S MOVING CASTLE/Rescuing Logan/Pikoro Arc

FINALLY THEYRE BACK IN PHOENIX DROP: Welcome Back Arc/Girlboss arrives/Back to Meteli/Back at Pheonix Drop Again

Tensions b rising: Garroth's Jealousy Arc, oh wait thats a war-/Climax

I have no idea if I'll do season two-

p.s. if you saw this no you didn't

[theredbeggar]

Comfort is toxic, it’s grips have taken you by the arms and begged you to stay in the warmth where you starved as opposed to the cold where you can hunt. Your teeth, they ache to do what the Gods intended them to do, to rip your survival from the flesh of sustenance, but comfort has filed them down to curved mounds that nibble when you need to bite.

You beg for comfort and comfort responds, but the stagnancy in which you live underneath the mounds and collections of blankets and pillows that sink you into a dreamless sleep of an abyss keeps you so safe you sneeze at the sight of life.

Sit in it. Still, sit in it. Bask in the ever shining sun, let the morning star show you the lead to the light of day, and sit in it.

The mirror tells that which you wish to cover in powder still exists underneath the layers of crust that you call comfort, and you need to sit with it. Still sit with it.

Sit in the needles and rubbish, sit with the wolves and the foxes, sit with the rot and decay, sit with the rise and fall, sit with it. Sit with me.

Just for one night, sit with me. Let the veils fall on your feet, like you begged your comet to do, and sit with me as we weep in sorrow all that could have been and all that was. Your tears taste of salt and melancholy, but your soul cleanses of all that stains it with every drop of cry that falls on the earth.

Sit with me as we sigh and watch the moon come out, sit with me as the tides pull in, sit with me as the world lay to rest and you throw the covers aside in exchange for the cold. For my cold. For our cold.

For the sake of your own life, sink your feet in the snow and feel the frost make your fingers numb and immobile. For the sake of the fiery breath in your lungs, go down the roads you were waiting an excuse to go down to and take in the trees that greet you with a curious orchestra of leaves and wind. For the sake of who you have always been, let the earth dig between your toes and feel how alive it all truly is, how it’s always been.

Sit with the guilt and pain of your past mistakes and let them transform you into the pheonix you saw in the flames, and be reborn as one of me.

Sit with me.

[daddy-chiluc]

Sing You To Sleep | Chiluc Week Day 2

College AU/Only one bed/preforming arts

Chiluc Fluff | M/M

TW: Explicit Language

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“This is absolutely not happening.” He whispered under his breath, nails biting into his palms as he marveled at the vast room before him. The view of the city was beautiful, the balcony promising endless nights of twinkling lights and gorgeous starry skies. A full sized bed in the centre of the room lured him forwards, gently laying down his violin case to succumb to the soft sheets of the bed.

He took in a deep breath, relaxing as the faintest of smiles shyly touched his lips. The warmth of the linens was enough to almost lull him to sleep. To his dismay, a knock rang through the small room just as his eyes began to close. Hesitantly, he sat up, walking to the door to find his professor and a classmate behind him. Childe.

“Mister Ragnvindr,” he nodded, turning to present the out of breath ginger than gave a cheeky grin, monster and guitar case in hand, “Due to the sudden addition to the performances this week and lack of available rooms, Ajax here will be sharing this room with you for the remainder of this week.” And there goes his brief moment of relaxation. Gone within seconds.

Of course he’d be the one to pair with him. There had been an odd amount of people who had signed up for the trip to the Mondstadt Theatre, well known judges and critics there to give them feedback and training before their big show by the end of the week. He just so happened to get the short end of the stick and be the only person with their own room. It was nice for the five minutes it lasted.

It was rather rude the way Professor Zhongli had pushed him into the hotel room — his eyebrows stuck in a permanent state of irritation with each twitch as he tried to keep a friendly smile. Childe had stumbled in, eyes wide and glued to the guitar case, stickers and writing covering the case. They looked like…children drawings? Perplexed, Diluc saw it fit to ignore the matter for now.

“Hey…uhm,” a subtle hint of pink dusted along the other’s cheeks, stretching to his ears, “You’re that violin player right? With the solo this week?”

“Yeah, what about it?” His voice was heavy and almost intimidating…if it wasn’t for his beauty.

“I just thought…well, I…you’re just really cool.” He stuttered, his voice soft as he scratched at his bird’s nest of hair. It was rather endearing the way he was so…so shy around him. Typically he’d see him causing some form of ruckus at the college, in the middle of class. Always having crazy ideas to try different notes here and there, different instruments in one piece and another singer in this piece. Yet, when it came to Diluc’s performances and practices, he’d be silent. Dead silent, eyes wide in a childish wonder and fascination that always confused Diluc. It confused him to a point he’d try to ignore it but no matter how hard he tried, he’d always be there, eyes sparkling in amazement in the corner of his eye.

“Thank you.” It was blunt, quick and straight to the point. He wasn’t in the mood to dwell on such pitiful small talk. It annoyed him, wasted his time…not that he had anything to do to begin with. To be honest, for some reason, the other had annoyed him. Annoyed him so much so he found himself rolling his eyes subconsciously.

“…There’s only one bed.” Horrified, Diluc’s head turned to look at the full sized bed that once promised peaceful nights, now mock him. It mocked him as the faint sounds of car horns blared in the background, drowned out by his anxiety that prickled and pinched at his skin, “I can sleep on the floor.” His kindness was a harsh stab to his gut. Of course he had to be this nice to him after he berates him in the deepest corners of his mind.

“It’ll be alright, we’ll just put a pillow in between us.” Him and his stupid puppy dog eyes guilt tripping him and making him feel bad. Fuck him for being cute. Diluc’s cheeks flushed a deep red at the sudden thought. Surely not. No. Absolutely not. There was no way he found Childe cute.

He found Childe cute.

Earlier that afternoon he had bought them food, insisting on buying the most expensive food he could find, and coming back with enough food to hold them over until dinner. He’d gone off to explore, giving Diluc the option to go with…and when he returned, he came in with bags in multiple sizes, an elated grin plastered on his face.

“This is for you!” He handed him a bag and inside it was a numerous amount of keychains — animals all in the color red and a little rose keychain inside, “I didn’t know what to get you.” There were a lot of red items, a dog, cat, pheonix, a slime, you name it, it was probably buried in the vast amounts of knick knack items. He remembered trying to give them back, desperately trying to get him to take them back…yet he insisted he keep them. So he had, attaching the phoenix keychain to his violin case.

When night came he was more than anxious. His heart would thump in his chest, his mind busy with far too many what ifs and possibilities for sleep to come easy. Surely he knew he detested him. Why else would he go off and spend his money on such intricacies? It didn’t make any sense. He was sure he disliked him. Of course, his…assumption was quickly disproven.

With fiery cheeks and wide scarlet eyes, he caught glimpse of Ajax — black sweats with droplets of water streaming against every dip and crevice of his upper body. He could hear a faint wince, the sound muffled by the towel he used to dry his hair. The pull and twitch of every muscle didn’t aid Diluc in stilling his heart and gathering his breath.

“Sorry about that,” he laughed, his voice light and airy as he headed to his shirt, discarded and almost forgotten on the floor, “Dropped it on my way over,” Slipping it on, it was rather baggy, the sleeves coming down to his elbows as he yawned.

“Right, I’ll…” he paused, cerulean blue eyes gazing down at him, “I’m gonna go down to the lobby to see if they sell tea…you can head to bed if you’d like.” He smiled softly, his kindhearted demeanor — far calmer than his normal chaotic self — was rather off putting. It made Diluc’s spine shiver with anxiety and his skin rise with goosebumps. He watched as he headed out the door and for a brief moment, he wasn’t sure what to do with his freedom.

Deciding to wear a faded, gray sweater and black shorts, he turned off most of the lights, leaving on the desk light for when Ajax had returned. Undoing his hair tie, he crawled beneath the sheets, letting his weight sink into the soft mattress. He wasn’t sure how long he was alone in the hotel room, but he heard the soft click of the door opening, the lights twinkling and distant sound of cars driving below not doing much to overpower the quiet noise to ease his worry.

He could hear every step he took — they were hesitant and quiet, almost scared to move in fear of waking him up. Truthfully, Ajax had never been more terrified. Part of him wanted to check and make sure he was asleep, but he knew if he had, he wouldn’t be able to look away. Diluc Ragnvindr was beautiful. Far beautiful than anyone he’s ever laid eyes on…so to even be allowed to sleep beside him doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t feel like he should. So his best bet?

His acoustic guitar. It would be loud, without a doubt, but he’d play it out on the balcony and keep the door shut. It wouldn’t do much but it would be enough. So, undoing the clasps of his case, his fingers running over the pictures Teucer, Anthon and Tonia drew for him, he gently picked up his acoustic from it’s case as he slipped outside.

Sitting outside, he let himself be soothed by the gentle breeze, the pads of his fingers coming to rest flat against the strings before he strummed, checking each string to tune them before mindlessly playing. It didn’t take much, it was almost second nature. He could stare off and simply play, his calloused hands having a mind of their own.

There were numerous questions that poked and prodded at Diluc’s mind, all of which he chose to ignore in favor of listening to him play. The sound was beautiful, he couldn’t help but get swept up within its current, letting it drag him into a sense of security he hadn’t felt in quiet sometime. Minus how rambunctious Ajax could be at times…he was rather relaxed.

Choosing to set that aside for now, he could smell the aroma of the tea, chamomile, as it’s scent filled the rather small space. Leaving the comforting, warm embrace of the bedsheets, he covered his hands in the sweater as he carried the scalding hot cup of tea out to him. The slide of the door was enough to grab his attention and he swore he could feel his heart almost jump out of his throat.

He was stunning. Too cute for him to handle in all honesty. His hair a fountain of red as his locks began to shine under the city lights. Part of him desperately wanted to run his fingers through his hair, braid it, brush even if he was just cradling his head, he’d be satisfied.

“Your tea will get cold.” His voice was quiet. Very quiet. Almost out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was because of how tired he was.

“I didn’t wake you did I?”

“No, it takes me awhile to sleep. You didn’t wake me up.” His kindness felt out of place. Sudden. Ajax wasn’t sure what to make of it, he was so used to Diluc giving him the cold shoulder, it was different having him treat him like this.

“Let me sing for you?” It was abrupt as he gulped, his jaw clenched as he searched those scarlet eyes. From where he sat he couldn’t see a single sign of hatred or resentment.

“Sing for me?” Ajax nodded, as he gently set the guitar against the wall.

“I could help you sleep tonight. Only if you’re okay with that though.” Diluc knew why he accepted his offer, he just wasn’t ready to accept it yet. Ajax wasn’t a bad person…he was just…Ajax. There wasn’t much else he could say. Maybe he just needed to hang around with him for a little while longer and get to know him better. This seemed like a nice start though. For now.

Crawling back into the warm linens of the sheet, his hair pooled around him as the soft pillows sunk under his head. The taller male slid in beside him, practically melting into the warmth of the bed as the comforter covered them both.

“Any requests?” He smiled, the small pull in his lips reminding Diluc that yes, he was in fact sharing a rather small bed with Ajax.

“I don’t care, so long as they aren’t children lullabies,” he grumbled, fingers twisting in the bed sheets as his eyes fluttered shut from time to time. Turning on his side more, Childe studied him, thinking briefly before lying on his back. It was just to help him sleep, he wouldn’t get onto him about form would he? All well, guess he’ll found out in the morning.

“Fly me to the moon sound good to you?” He whispered as he turned his head. His breath catching in his throat. He was relaxed, his cheek resting against his palm as he hummed. The faint blue lights seemed to make his skin glow even more.

“Yeah…,” he whispered as his shoulders sank forward. So that’s what he did, he sang for him. His face burning bright enough to light up the room as tiny snores soon filled the room. He didn’t mean for his eyelids to get so heavy. For him to fall asleep next to him, the promise of a pillow to separate them quickly forgotten as they bathed in each other’s warmth.

“In other words…,” he mumbled as his heavy arm came down to wrap around his waist, “In…other words….”, he voice became a hushed whisper, eyes falling shut as the end of the song rang in his head.

I love you.

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Waking in a panic to find himself cuddled beneath Ajax, he shoved him off the bed, a loud thud ringing through the room.

“Ow! Fucking shit—!” Curses and a mix of Russian spewed from his mouth as he held his head.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Diluc’s panic didn’t ease as he groaned, laying flat against the floor.

“Just…just give me a moment,” he sighed, laying flat against the floor.

“C’mon and sit on the bed, I’ll go get ice for your head.”

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[tessavioletofficial]

Rise of the Pheonix merch drop

Via Twitter

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

🐠Fri 27 Nov ‘20👚

Louis dropped a longer (but still very brief) Live in London promo vid and Parkinson UK's Festive Night In will feature a (probably equally short) video appearance from Harry Dec 10, and today is Black Friday which means everyone wants to sell us stuff! Louis dropped even more new merch (pink jumper!), then helped us out with styling advice, while Harry's store rereleased a large selection of 'classic' merch (also a pink jumper!), almost all of which very quickly sold out, though the option to support Choose Love and have the store make an additional donation on your behalf may still be possible to access. Louis' new limited merch is still available though, including the, yes, bucket hat! Man when Louis says he's gonna deliver for us he does NOT mess around huh?? Louis liked a tweet about the merch (“at this point I'm scared to buy anything from Louis' store that he'll drop something else and I'll be broke by the end of the week” umm Louis you aren't trying to tell us there's MORE coming this week surely?) then went to check out her page, unliked that one and liked her pinned tweet which was a piano cover of Fearless. Nice! And he offered us all some fashion advice: responding to a complaint about the black joggers having white strings he said “White socks white trainers. Problem solved.” LT™ white socks are available now at the official merch store for all your louie fashion needs! And speaking of iconic looks, we got a very special unseen of Harry today; it's from 2013 and he's at a literal 1D merch factory on an 'I heart 1D' bicycle, in a tiny 1D shirt, gaudy purple print bottoms, and a backwards pink hat I have suspicions may be 1D branded, holding a 1D perfume, with a word bubble coming out of his mouth saying I'm proud of my pop past and I love my band 5ever... oh wait no that part is just subtext! My bad. There was also an unseen of him at the pub by his house posing with Liam Gallagher from last year when we knew they were there together, and in up to date Harry pics, a few from the set of Don't Worry Darling came out yesterday showing Harry in disheveled evening wear (and a mask.)

Niall, Harry, and Louis all appear in the top 50 twitter users (by follower count) list; Niall is in the highest spot of the three! Liam is 51st, SO CLOSE, and 1D and Zayn are close behind. They all came in above such worthy contenders as the Pope, president elect Biden, google, and Reuters-- priorities! Sad news today too however as we bid farewell to a peculiar companion: VisitEroda.com has been suspended. Is she really gone for good though? Harry's whole ass merch store was down just the other day, may VisitEroda also rise from the ashes like a pheonix with exciting new content! I for one hope so though I know some would be happy to see it sink beneath the waves forever. The Eroda social accounts remain active.

[homosexualshadowknights]

May 2017 -> May 2020