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Jean scowls and you just look up and laugh.

“Y/N stop thinking about that while you’re teaching a class.”

“The only other telepath is the Professor.”

“Some of the kids can pick up powers.” She scowls again and you stick your tongue out.

“None in my classes; seriously Jean it’s fine; besides all I was thinking of was kissing you. You’re the one who was thinking of other things.”

You wake up that night to the bed empty; to Jean hovering above you, to the silk sheets tying you down.

“And I’m the one thinking dirty thoughts; here you are directing me; since you can steal powers; this hardly seems fair does it?” She playfully smirks as you give her back control of her body, you expect her to undo the sheets instead she tightens them.

“Oh no; I’m going to finish my thought from earlier that you interrupted.”

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So, if I've spoken ideas to you before- you'll have known this was slowly coming-- but here we have it. The long-awaited introductory chapter to Pheonix! Sorry it's kinda of short, but I'm still getting over last weekend, so's short and to the point, I guess. The relationship between Mox and Phoenix is gonna be fun, though.

Happened on the April 26th Episode of Dynamite.

Link to the Main post for Dark Angel is here

Here's a chapter that happens before this one, where Mox calls for backup

Her outfit described below is shown in the picture above, top right corner :)

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RJ City stood backstage, waiting as the announce team threw the camera back to him. As the cameraman gave him the signal, RJ smiled, ready to go.

“For the first time ever. Kenny Omega will be teaming up with Takeshita. What combustible elements will---"

Suddenly, a figure came out of nowhere, knocking him to the ground violently. The person walked back into the frame, readjusting his jacket with a tweak of his neck. Mox gave a half smirk, pleased with his work, before looking down at the ground, eyeing the microphone that RJ had dropped upon impact. Swooping down to pick it up, Claudio and Yuta walked into the frame, smirks plastered on both of their faces. Bryan was not to be seen, however, but all attention went to Mox as he spoke.

“It’s gonna be a big night,” Mox drawled, looking into the camera before turning to look at his friends and adding, “For the BCC.”

Claudio smiles to Jon as if in on some secret, as Yuta stares dead into the camera, a scowl on his face.

Mox turned back to the camera, continuing, “We have some scars to leave. Tonight on AEW. Dynamite.” Using his finger to run across his throat with a smirk, he dropped the microphone before walking off frame, Claudio following along behind him. Yuta looked down at RJ before giving a vicious stomp, causing the downed man to cry out in pain. With a smirk of satisfaction, Yuta followed along behind his two stablemates as the camera panned in on RJ. As they got closer, a pair of thick-soled black and white Converse appeared in the frame, blue jeans torn up and down the legs, fishnet stockings seen through the holes. The camera tried panning out to get the person in view, but before they could, the person reached and shoved the camera off balance, sending them to the floor.

“Chaos… has only… just… begun….” A soft feminine voice said, followed by maniacal laughing, as the person walked away from the spot, following the direction the BCC had disappeared.

[diejager]

how does a (monster AU) phoenix! reader sound? ...I kinda imagine 141 (except price) getting a heart attack when reader takes a bullet and bursts into flames and then a heap of ash, and then (im pulling a harry potter description of pheonix but its ur choice) the most ugly bird or something pokes their head out of the ashes and they're like '...oh'.

I remember watching Fawkes burning and turning to ash before he popped his head out. So adorable.

Ashes Cw: burning, death, rebirth, tell me if I missed any.

Ghost knew when someone was lying, able to sniff out a liar within a mile. Your dimmer smile, shorter laughter and exhaiusted expression, nothing seemed to make your days better than a warm bump of tea once or twice a day to sooth the ache in your bones and the strain in your muscles. He’d approach you with a clear mind, wanting to get to the bottom of your sickness, why you’d occasionally cough, voice weak and breathy until it cracked. You told him you were fine, that it was just the weather affecting you, but he’d seen this kind of sickness before, a cold that sunk into the bones and clogged every sinuses with intent —sick and vulnerable.

He wasn’t alone in this thought, Alejandro and Gaz shared similar doubts, coming forth to Price with their fears rather than sneaking around like he did, but Price had waved them off, telling them that it was a seasonal thing, you got sick from time to time and rose back from it as if death failed to catch you. This did not seem like something simple and mundane, Ghost could see death follow you like it followed him, it was ever present, so much so that Alejandro and Horangi - the two with the weakest nose out of the four - could smell it ooze off you like a dark miasma plaguing your body.

It seemed as if the both of you shared something that the others weren’t privy to, a low whisper in the dark that they failed to catch or the secret you shared through confidentiality higher than even a colonel. The captain knew you before you joined them, forming a tight connection through past trauma and fuck ups. Perhaps that’s why Price seemed almost chipper about your saddening state.

It seemed that Ghost was kept in as much darkness as the rest, the higher ups had kept it hidden from him, from König and from Alejandro who should’ve had the jurisdiction to have access to your documents. Especially after seeing you burst into flames after being shot in the neck by a surviving sniper (Ghost was quick to shoot him down), body gone in a coud of ash and dusted feathers. He panicked, but he wasn’t the only one to rush towards what remained of you. Despite their panicked mumbles and frantic thoughts, Price had reassured them that it was normal, that you were still alive —all they had to do was wait a few seconds for you to reappear.

Appear you did, a small, ashen head, beak the length of a child’s thumb, small ad brittle, big, rounded eyes blinked at them, narrowed in confusion until you called, a tiny croon from a chick’s throat. You shuffled your way through the mess, featherless wings flapping as you hopped towards Price, who quickly met you half way, picking you up with one nimble swoop.

“Look at you,” Price cooed, pressing his thumb to your forehead, feeling the soft, newly grown feathers that glowed white, “About time you burned, yeah?”

“Fuckin’ hell,” it was the only thing he could answer with when his mind was building up these theories, every little thought in his head went to understand what and how you were made. It was as close as Soap’s Steamin’ bloody Jesus or König’s dumbfounded Was.

“Is that why you told us not to worry, Captain?” Gaz’s ability to think clearly in adrenaline-inducing moments was a blessing, able to restrain his unending thoughts to connect two together and conjure up a sentence - a few words, a mumble or a plea - to understand whatever happened to you. “What happened?”

Price let out a deep rumble, a laugh from his belly, deep and amused, a striking contrast to their worried frowns. He handled you softly, petting and pinching at the young feathers growing on you while he turned you around, showing them how Price held you with such careful ease and soothing smile. Ghost doubted that Price didn’t have any prior experience in caring for you, seeing how loving he was with you —like a lover caring for his sickened, or a dragon guarding his treasure, Ghost wasn’t sure which one was right.

“Hunter’s a phoenix, “ he smiled softly, eyes gleaming with too much glee, a silent laugh at their sudden bewilderment, approaching you slowly to admire you themselves. “They burst to flames every three years or so, the last one was around five years ago- long overdue for a reset.”

Soap and Horangi were the first to attempt to touch you, the excited dog and the curious feline, tentatively poking at you with a finger until you pecked it, annoyed by their incessant jabbing. You let out a shrill cry from your throat, small and hilariously fierce for something so small and fragile. You crawled to the ends of Price’s fingers, wings flapping to urge them to pick you up instead of pointing a finger and cooing at you as if you were an exotic animal. You somewhat were —exotic, that is.

“A wee thang, aye, Cap?” Soap awed, cradling you in his palms, you weighted so little, as light as a feather on Gaz’s wing.

“Ugly as a rat too,” Horangi snickered, making light of the situation that had made their hearts stop.

You screeched, shaking your head wildly at him, his shoulders bobbing while you showed how offended you felt by acting out, an angry, little chick putting on a show of aggression and courage. His dark thoughts receded, Ghost’s fears and demons falling back into the depths of his mind when his eyes met your beady ones, round and doe-eyed, your age shining through the innocence of a newly-hatched. It made him wonder how you’d look once your feathers grew out, would you be as majestic as the stories portrayed phoenix did, with your great wings and great strength, feathers bathed in the sun’s warm embrace and tipped with the power of undying flames of power. Phoenixes were seen as symbols of immortality, resurrection —of life and death. Untouchable by death and favoured by life, you would live in a cycle of ashes and flames, embers cracking until it softened to flickers, a soft, gentle flame ready to yield to nature.

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[melwilson]

flustered and bothered

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x f!reader

rooster can’t help being so attractive and you can’t help but to admire him.

bradley bradshaw was a sight for sore eyes. and most of the time, even before you started dating, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. it didn’t matter if he was cooking, working out, sleeping, or just simply talking- he was captivating like that. and he knew it.

whenever bradley walked into a room, he had your full attention. it was annoying really, how much he had you wrapped around his finger. people would point out his tan skin, or his whiskey colored eyes, or his smile, or his too tight wife beater that left little to the imagination. the physicality that was rooster bradshaw was enough to grab anyone’s attention, but for you it was his presence. knowing that roos was right there with you brought you peace you thought you would never have because of your association with the military.

however, his physical features did play a big part.

like right now.

you’re sitting in penny’s semi-crowded bar with pheonix as she gives you the inside scoop on this weeks edition of navy aviator gossip. you’re supposed to be listening because, truly, you love good drama. however, your pilot boyfriend looks too damn good. he’s at a table with fanboy and coyote, a beer of his own in his hand. he’s wearing one of his dad’s old tee shirts in that dark blue color that seemingly accentuates his tan. his aviators hang loosely on his wife beater, hair perfectly imperfect.

“y/n, you live with that man,” phoenix says in playful disgust. at the same time, your boyfriend sends you a sly smirk holding your gaze as he takes a drink of his beer. damn him. “you could be less obvious in how obsessed you are.”

you shoot the brunette a glare. “i’m not obsessed.”

she scoffs at that. “okay, you’re just overly committed to watching your boyfriend exist.”

you shake your head in disbelief looking over to see that rooster is no where to be found. maybe you are obsessed? “you’re unbelievable, phoenix.”

she smiles. “unbelievably making my exit.”

you furrow your eyebrows in confusion until a familiar pair of hands find your waist.

“ladies,” rooster greets.

“lieutenant bradshaw,” phoenix salutes. “needing a little aloe vera, now are we?” she gestures to the top of his chest, noticeably red.

rooster flips her off, one of which she returns happily before heading over to grab another drink. he spares no time stealing her seat and your attention.

“someone’s being not-so-subtle tonight,” he says tugging your stool between his legs.

you can’t help the embarrassed heat that crawls up your neck and makes your breath hitch. “stop being so damn fine.”

“you and i both know that is an impossible request.”

you groan in annoyance. “i know. i know. it’s just people keep saying i’m obsessed-“

“you are.”

“no, i’m not,” you argue. “i just- i just like admiring you.”

rooster chuckles, leaning over to kiss your pouted lips. “no one said it’s a bad thing, baby. i like having your eyes on me. and you wanna know what like more than that?”

you sigh, gaze on your intertwined fingers. “what?”

“having my eyes on you.”

you scoff, shoving the whiskey-eyed man away gently. “you’re such a flirt.”

“yeah, for you,” rooster teases, “i like getting you all flustered and bothered.”

you roll your eyes for seemingly the thousandth time in an hour. “i hate you.”

“you’re a terrible liar,” he replies standing to his feet. he moves between your legs, hands cupping either side of your jaw to tilt your head back to look at him. your hands instinctively find his waist, fingers gripping loosely at his shirt.

“i know,” you say under your breath. you take a moment to really look at him. his skin is glowing in the yellow bar light and he’s adorning that soft, goofy smile with a childlike glint in his eyes. his lips are a little chapped because he never wears the chapstick you buy him, but you know they’re still soft regardless. “you look really good right now, roos.”

he hums, thumb running along your jawline. “oh yeah?”

you nod tugging him closer. “you gonna stand here and keep teasing me or are you gonna kiss me?”

he shrugs weighing his options. “i don’t know…teasing you happens to be my favorite pastime.” he laughs when you respond with an impatient huff. “i’m kidding. kissing you is definitely my favorite pastime.”

“then prove it.”

so he does. he’s aware of his surroundings and the fact that his fleet is going to be making fun of him the next morning, but that doesn’t stop him from taking your breath away. he kisses you deeply, lips settling your impatience. when he pulls away, you kiss him once more. twice. three times.

and then he says, “just so you know, you make me all flustered and bothered too.”

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Dumbledore is a Manipulative Piece of Shit: Part 1/?

Since I read the books for the first time at the age of 12, I knew I didn't trust Dumbledore. Back then, I couldn't put my finger on why. But now, a bit over a decade later, I can.

Not only can I explain why I thought something's fishy, but I can prove it is.

This is going to be a long series... but let's start at the beginning:

Halloween 1981

I'm going to go about this in chronological order of events according to book quotes I could track down.

Before the Prophecy

Circa October 24, 1979 - Lily gets pregnant with Harry. According to reverse calculating due date.

Sometime between March 1980 and October 1980 Peter Pettigrew starts spying for the Order.

"(Dumbledore) was sure that somebody close to the Potters had been keeping You-Know-Who informed of their movements...Indeed, he had suspected for some time that someone on our side had turned traitor and was passing a lot of information to You-Know-Who."

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 205)

We know that there was a spy in the Order that fed Voldemort information before James and Lily went into hiding. Sirius mentions Peter being a spy for a long time again later in Prisoner of Azkaban:

“Sirius, Sirius, what could I have done? The Dark Lord . . . you have no idea . . . he has weapons you can’t imagine. . . . I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you and Remus and James. I never meant it to happen. . . . He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named forced me —” “DON’T LIE!” bellowed Black. “YOU’D BEEN PASSING INFORMATION TO HIM FOR A YEAR BEFORE LILY AND JAMES DIED! YOU WERE HIS SPY!”

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 374)

So we know Pettigrew spied for Voldemort for about a year, if not more, before October 1981. The reason I'm saying he might have spied for longer is that the Order noticed there was a spy during that year, there might've been months he spied but the Order was none the wiser.

The months leading up to the attack on the Potter

So, we know when Peter started feeding Voldemort information, but we need to know when exactly the prophecy was given and when James and Lily went into hiding under the Fideliulous Charm. Most fans I see, seem to think they were hiding for only a week, then Peter betrayed them and then they died that same night. I think it went a little different. I think they were hiding for much longer.

So, let's determine this from the Evidence we are given.

The picture of the Order of the Phoenix Moody shows Harry in book 5 is the final picture of the Order togather before the Potters went into hiding. Most fans date this photo to the summer of 1980. I think it has to be earlier than that for two simple reasons:

Lily isn't pregnant and Harry wasn't born

Alice isn't pregnant and Neville wasn't born

“...That’s Frank and Alice Longbottom —” Harry’s stomach, already uncomfortable, clenched as he looked at Alice Longbottom; he knew her round, friendly face very well, even though he had never met her, because she was the image of her son, Neville....

...His mother and father were beaming up at him, sitting on either side of a small, watery-eyed man Harry recognized at once as Wormtail: He was the one who had betrayed their whereabouts to Voldemort and so helped bring about their deaths.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 174)

Remember, Harry and Neville were born at the end of July 1980, and pictures taken during that summer would show the pregnancy or taken after their births. So I think that picture was taken in 1979, although I'm uncertain exactly when. because, as I'll prove later in this post, the Potters went into hiding before Harry was born.

Next up to help us put a date to when they went into hiding is the Fidelious Charm itself, or more correctly, how it works.

The Fidelious Charm hides a piece of information within a person. It hides the phrasing of a secret, not a location.

an immensely complex spell ... involving the magical concealment of a secret inside a living soul. The information is hidden inside the chosen person, or Secret-Keeper, and is henceforth impossible to find -- unless, of course, the Secret-Keeper chooses to divulge it.

(Prisoner of Azkaban, 205)

It can be used to hide a location like we see the Order of the Phoenix do:

Dumbledore's Secret-Keeper for the Order, you know -- nobody can find Headquarters unless he tells them personally where it is

(Order if the Pheonix, 115)

With the phrase that Dumbledore hides being:

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

(Order of the Phoenix, page 58)

They use a specific phrasing to hide the Order's headquarters. The moment the Order stops existing, the house will stop being a secret. I'd argue the moment Grimmauld Place stopped being the Headquarters it stopped being a secret because this phrase applied no longer.

This is what we see with the Potter residence. Once James and Lily die, the Charm breaks and muggles make their way to the house:

“No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin’ around. He fell asleep as we was flyin’ over Bristol."

(Philosopher's Stone, page 13)

The fact muggles and Hagrid could arrive at the house and see it means the Charm broke.

We also see it in Deathly Hollows when Harry and Hemione visit the Potter's cottage:

He could see it; the Fidelius Charm must have died with James and Lily. 

(Deathly Hallows, page 286)

"So what?" You may ask, "we know this already,"

True, but the reason it's important is because it hints at the phrasing used when the charm was cast. It means the phrasing of the secret Peter kept being along the lines of:

"James and Lily Potter are hiding in the Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow"

Now, this makes sense to be the secret, right, but notice, Harry isn't mentioned. If Harry was part of the secret, the charm would not have broken with James and Lily's deaths, since the secret would still protect Harry. Now, why not protect Harry as well? The whole point of the Fidelious Charm was to protect Harry, was it not?

This means the Potters went into hiding and the charm was cast before Harry was born.

More that suggests they were hiding for quite a while is Lily's letter to Sirius:

Dear Padfoot, Thank you, thank you, for Harry’s birthday present! It was his favorite by far. One year old and already zooming along on a toy broomstick

(Deathly Hollows, page 158)

Meaning Harry's first birthday (July, 1981) happened when they were already under the protection of the charm. As this letter was sent a short time after it (early August 1981).

James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell

(Deathly Hollows, page 158)

Also from Lily's letter to Sirius. James' restlessness definitely suggests they were hiding under the charm for a good few months before Harry's first birthday.

This dates the Prophecy and Trawlany's job interview around the first half of 1980 (January to May). This means the Potters were in hiding between a year and 4 months to a year and 9 months before their deaths.

All of this leaves us with two main oddities. Questions that just got me scratching my head:

If Peter was a spy since March 1980 at the earliest and October 1980 at the latest (but probably earlier), and the Potters went into hiding with him as the secret keeper in Earley in July 1980 at the latest, why not tell Voldemort immediately? And if he did, why did Voldemort wait a full year+ to go and kill the Potters?

It means that when Severus Snape came begging for Dumbledore to save Lily about a week before their deaths, Dumbledore already had the Potters in hiding. It means Dumbledore made Snape take an oath for him to do something he already did. So we see Dumbledore's first manipulations coming into play by fucking Severus over and taking him as a spy without actually giving anything in turn.

The first question is one I have somewhat of an answer for in my Voldemort character analysis, but this isn't this post. This is about Dumbledore's crimes.

The Night Everything Happened

Now we arrive at the night that changed the Wizarding World and the life of one Harry Potter. October 31st, 1981.

I time Voldemort’s arrival at Godric's Hollow at the late evening (around 8 PM). This is due to children being allowed outside still:

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop window covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trapping of a world in which they did not believe

(Deathly Hollows, page 295)

And Harry (a year and four months old infent) still being awake, but clearly preparing for bed:

the tall black haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas

(Deathly Hollows, page 295)

So, Voldemort arrives at Godric's Hollow around 8:00 PM, let's say, 15 to 20 minutes later, James and Lily are dead, Voldemort’s body is destroyed and he runs off to Albania. Baby Harry is crying and the Fidelious is broken.

Now, things get interesting. Well, more interesting.

We know the first on the scene is Peter Pettigrew, arriving around 8:30 PM, and retrieving Voldemort’s wand. We don't actually know when or if this happened beyond a quote from JKR, but as muggles and aurors searched the house, it's unlikely Voldemort’s wand was there and undiscovered.

Then Pettigrew ran away to the muggle street where he would meet Sirius.

The second on the scene is Reberus Hagrid.

Hagrid arrives sometime later when muggled started looking into what happened now that the Fidelious Charm is broken:

“No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin’ around. He fell asleep as we was flyin’ over Bristol."

(Philosopher's Stone, page 13)

Around the same time Pettigrew arrived at Godric's Hollow, Sirius probably saw Peter wasn't home and realized the Fidelious was broken. So he heads to Godric's Hollow.

The night they died, I’d arranged to check on Peter, make sure he was still safe, but when I arrived at his hiding place, he’d gone. Yet there was no sign of a struggle. It didn’t feel right. I was scared. I set out for your parents’ house straight away. And when I saw their house, destroyed, and their bodies . . . I realized what Peter must’ve done . . . what I’d done. . . .

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 365)

Sirius reaches the Potters and meets Hagrid there, outside the house, Harry already in Hagrid's arms:

“I met him!” growled Hagrid. “I musta bin the last ter see him before he killed all them people! It was me what rescued Harry from Lily an’ James’s house after they was killed! Jus’ got him outta the ruins, poor little thing, with a great slash across his forehead, an’ his parents dead . . . an’ Sirius Black turns up, on that flyin’ motorbike he used ter ride. Never occurred ter me what he was doin’ there. I didn’ know he’d bin Lily an’ James’s Secret-Keeper. Thought he’d jus’ heard the news o’ You-Know-Who’s attack an’ come ter see what he could do. White an’ shakin’, he was. An’ yeh know what I did? I COMFORTED THE MURDERIN’ TRAITOR!” Hagrid roared.

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 206)

Sirius then goes after Pettigrew, after failing to take Harry from Hagrid and figuring he'd rather chase the rat down before he disappears. We all know how that ends, as Hagrid takes Harry according to Dumbledore's orders.

‘Give Harry ter me, Hagrid, I’m his godfather, I’ll look after him —’ Ha! But I’d had me orders from Dumbledore, an’ I told Black no, Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his aunt an’ uncle’s. Black argued, but in the end he gave in. Told me ter take his motorbike ter get Harry there. ‘I won’t need it anymore,’ he says. “I shoulda known there was somethin’ fishy goin’ on then. He loved that motorbike, what was he givin’ it ter me for? Why wouldn’ he need it anymore? Fact was, it was too easy ter trace.

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 206)

This quote has quite a few interesting things about Dumbledore, Hagrid and Sirius.

First, Hagrid says Dumbledore gave him orders to take Harry to the Dursleys. This order was given before Sirius went after Peter, before he was arrested and sent to Azkaban.

This is illegal. At this point in time Sirius was Harry's legal godfather and guardian, and yet Dumbledore gave Hagrid this order. And yes, you could argue it was because he knew Sirius was the Secret Keeper and was wary of him, but:

“Hagrid,” said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. “At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?” “Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,” said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. “Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I’ve got him, sir.” “No problems, were there?”

(Philosopher's Stone, page 13)

Dumbledore hears Hagrid met Sirius when retrieving Harry and shows no concern. Like he doesn't consider Sirius a threat to Hagrid and Harry. But then, why take Harry away? Why support Sirius' arrest? (More on that in a later post)

Not only is all this highly illegal but how did Dumbledore know when the Potters died?

JK explained he had some magical alarms in place, but that means at the earliest he would've known the moment Voldemort entered the premises. But he knew before. He knew James and Lily would die that day before they died.

How do I know that?

Simple, Hagrid can't apparate and didn't arrive via broom or floo.

Hogwarts, where Hagrid is during October as Grounds keeper, is in the Scottish Highlands (Higher up as they travel for about 9-10 hours by train from Kings Cross to reach Hogwarts as they leave at eleven and arrive for dinner). Godric's Hollow is in West Country, England. This distance is a 9-10 hour drive (672.03 km, 417.58 miles).

It means that for Hagrid to arrive by 9 PM at Godric's Hollow, Dumbledore told him to go fetch Harry, the order was given to Hagrid between 11-12 noon on October 31st.

This already paints Dumbledore in a bad light, it means he planned this. I'd argue he even planned for Voldemort to hear of the Prophecy (but that's a different post). But it means Dumbledore planned for the Potters to be killed that night.

Second, Hagrid is right about Sirius giving his bike being odd (But that's a different post about the Fidelious Charm). But, in short, something was up and Sirius knew, at least somewhat, that he was doomed.

The Boy Who Lived

Finally, we arrive at the first chapter of Philosopher's Stone. We follow Vernon Dursely throughout his day on November 1st. We know that because we see the Wizarding World celebrating the death of Voldemort:

He’d (Mr. Dursley) forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker’s. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn’t know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn’t see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying. “The Potters, that’s right, that’s what I heard —” “ — yes, their son, Harry —” Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

(Philosopher's Stone, page 6)

So, McGonagall is watching over the Dursleys throughout November 1st. It means Harry arrived at the Dursleys around midnight between November 1st and November 2nd.

Hagrid and Harry left Godric's Hollow on Sirius' flying motorbike around 10 PM at the latest on October 31st. So what was Hagrid doing with Harry in these 26 hours?

The only information we have is that Harry: "fell asleep over Bristol,"

Thing is, if we go back to the map of the UK.

Bristol is not really on the way from Godric's Hollow to Surry.

But it is closer to the flight path between Godric's Hollow and Hogwarts.

(The locations are estimated for fictional locations but are based on what I know. Regardless, West Country to Surry won't pass over Bristol, while West Country to the Scottish Highlands is likely to, so the point stands)

In conclusion, Dumbledore manipulated Harry's life, his parents' deaths, Snape, Sirius, and Hagrid, and fucked them all over for the sake of his grand plan of defeating Voldemort.

What else went into his plan and who else he fucked over, will be covered in the next installments.

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Pheonix and the Crow

part twenty-eight

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: netural

el's thoughts: nothing too much.. we're finally at the ice court!!! enjoy!

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In the prison wagon, Kaz woke to a sharp jab against his thigh. He was ice cold and in darkness. There were bodies all around him, pressing against his back, his sides. He was drowning in corpses.

“Kaz.” A whisper.

He shuddered.

Another jab to his thigh.

“Kaz.” Y/N’s voice. He managed a deep breath through his nose. He felt her pull away from him. Somehow, in the cramped confines of the wagon, she managed to give him space. His heart was pounding.

“Keep talking,” he rasped.

“What?”

“Just keep talking.”

“We’re passing… through the prison gate. We made it past the two checkpoints.”

That brought him fully to his senses. They’d gone through two checkpoints. That meant they’d been counted. Someone had opened that door- not once but twice- maybe even laid hands on him, and he hadn’t woken. He could have been robbed, or killed. He’d imagined his death a thousand ways, but never sleeping through it.

He forced himself to breathe deeply, despite the smell of bodies. He’d kept his gloves on, something the guards might’ve easily taken note of, and a frustrating concession to his weakness, but if he hadn’t, he felt fairly sure he’d have gone completely mad.

Behind him, he could hear the other prisoners murmuring to one another in different languages. Despite the fears the darkness woke in him, he gave thanks for it. He could only hope that the rest of his crew, hooded and burdened by their own anxiety, hadn’t noticed anything strange about his behavior. He’d been sluggish, slow to react when they’d ambushed the wagon, but that was all, and he could make up some excuse to account for it.

He hated that Y/N had seen him this way, that anyone had, but on the heels of that thought came another: ‘Better it should be her’. In his bones, he knew that she would never speak of it to anyone, that she would never use this knowledge against him. She wouldn’t want her connection in Ketterdam to look weak. She somewhat relied on his reputation. But there was more to it than that, wasn’t there? Y/N would never betray him. He knew it. Kaz felt ill. Though he’d trusted her with his life a few times now, it felt much more frightening to trust her with this shame.

The wagon came to a halt. The bolt slid back, and the doors flew open.

He heard Fjerdan being spoken, then scraping noises and a thunk. His collar was unlocked, and he was led from the wagon down some kind of ramp with the other prisoners. He heard what sounded like a gate creaking open, and they were herded forward, shuffling along in their shackles.

He squinted as his hood was suddenly yanked free. They were standing in a large courtyard. The massive gate set into the ringwall was already being lowered closed, and it struck the stones with an ominous series of clanks and groans. When Kaz looked up, he saw guards stationed all along the roof of the courtyard, rifles aimed down at the prisoners.

His eyes strayed to look around for his Inferni. He felt a small amount of pressure ease off his chest when he saw her standing between Inej and Nina. She’s alright.

“If this isn’t Fabrikator craft, then I’m the queen of the wood sprites,” muttered Y/N in Kerch.

“Tig!” one of the guards commanded. He slammed his rifle into her gut, and she doubled over in pain. It took everything in Kaz not to speak up, so instead, he kept his head turned.

The Fjerdan guards were gesturing over their papers, trying to make the numbers and identities of the prisoners match up to the group before them, This was the first real moment of exposure, one Kaz would have no control over. It would have been too time-consuming and dangerous to pick and choose the prisoners they’d replaced. It was a calculated risk, but now Kaz could only wait and hope that laziness and bureaucracy would do the rest.

As the guards moved down the line, Inej helped Y/N to her feet.

“You okay?” Inej asked.

Slowly, Y/N unbent herself and stood upright. “I’m fine,” she whispered. Kaz felt himself drawn toward her voice like water rolling downhill. She quietly cleared her throat, “But I don’t think we have to worry about Pekka Rollins’ team anymore.”

Kaz tracked her gaze to the top of the ringwall, high above the courtyard, where five men had been impaled on spikes like meat skewered for roasting, backs bent, limbs dangling. Kaz had to squint, but he recognized Eroll Aerts, Rollins’ best lockpick and safecracker. Kaz could just make out a black mark on his arm- Aerts’ Dime Lion tattoo.

He watched the guards go back and forth over the documents before one of the prison guards sighed and signaled to his cohorts. “Diveskemen.”

“Go on,” Nina translated and then continued as the guard spoke. “Take them to the east block and let the next shift sort them out.”

Kaz allowed himself the briefest sigh of relief.

As anticipated, guards split the group into men and women, then led both rows, chains jangling, through a nearly round archway fashioned in the shape of a wolf’s open mouth.

They entered a chamber where an old woman sat with her hands chained, flanked by guards. Her eyes were vacant. As each prisoner approached, the woman gripped his or her wrist.

A human amplifier. Kaz knew both Nina and Y/N had worked with them during their time in Ravka with the Darkling. They could sense Grisha power by touch, and he’s seen them hired on at high-stakes card games to make sure none of the player’s pulse or even raise the temperature in a room had an unfair advantage. But the Fjerdans used them for a different purpose- to make sure no Grisha breached their walls without being identified.

Kaz watched Y/N approach. He could see her tremble for a second before she steeled her nerves and held out her arm for the woman to grab hold of. The woman clamped her fingers around Y/N’s wrist. Her eyelids stuttered briefly before casting the Inferni a wary glance. Then she dropped Y/N’s hands and waved her along.

Had she known and not cared? Or had the paraffin they’d used to encase the Grisha’s forearms worked?

As they were led through the arch on the left, Kaz glimpsed Y/N disappearing into the opposite arch with the other female prisoners. Her felt a twinge in his chest, and with a disturbing jolt, he realized it was panic. She’d been the one to wake him from his stupor in the cart. Her voice had brought him back from the dark; it had been the tether he gripper and used to drag himself back to some semblance of sanity.

The male prisoners were led clanking up a dark flight of stairs to a metal walkway. On their left was a smooth white bulk of the ringwall. To their right, the walkway overlooked a vast glass enclosure, nearly a quarter mile long and tall enough to comfortably fit a trading ship. It was lit by a huge iron lantern that hung from the ceiling like a glowing cocoon. Looking down, Kaz saw rows of heavily armored wagons capped by domed gun turrets. Their wheels were large and linked by a thick tread. On each wagon, a massive gun barrel– somewhere between the shape of a rifle and a cannon– jutted out into the space where a team of horses would ordinarily be hitched.

“What are those things?” he whispered.

“Torvegen.” Matthias said under his breath. “They don’t need horses to pull them. They were still perfecting the design when I left.”

“No horses?”

“Tanks,” murmured Jesper. “I saw prototypes when I was working with a gunsmith in Novyi Zem. Multiple guns in the turret, and that big barrel out in front? Serious firepower.”

Kaz peered through the thick glass. He knew defenses, and Y/N had been right, this glass was another piece of Fabrikator work– bulletproof and impenetrable. Coming or going from the prison, captives would see weapons, armaments, and machines of war– all a brutal reminder of the power of the Fjerdan state.

‘Go on and flex,’ Kaz thought. ‘Doesn’t matter how big the gun is if you don’t know where to point it.’

On the other side of the enclosure, he saw a second walkway, where the female prisoners were being marched.

‘Y/N will be fine.’ He had to stay sharp. They were in enemy territory now, a place of steep risk, the kind of fix you didn’t walk out of if you didn’t keep your wits about you. Had Pekka’s team made it this far before they’d been found out? And where was Pekka Rollins himself? Had he stayed safe and secure in Kerch, or was he a prisoner of the Fjerdans as well?

None of it mattered. For now, Kaz had to focus on the plan and finding Yul-Bayur. He glanced at the others. Wylan looked like he was ready to wet himself. Helvar appeared grim as always. Jesper just grinned and whispered, “Well, we’ve managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. We’re either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.”

Kaz fought the urge to roll his eyes, “We’ll know soon enough.”

~*~

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[g-0-ing-r-0ug-3]

Pheonix Drop: Rewritten

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───-⋆⋅☆⋅⋆-─── In the heart of a busy city, there's this old school that's got quite the history. It's a place where all kinds of kids go, each with their own tales to tell. Inside, things aren't always what they seem. It's like there's a whole other world just under the surface.

When new kids show up, they quickly get caught up in all the drama and excitement. From secret hangout spots to hushed conversations in the hallways, there's always something going on. And while everyone's busy with classes and clubs, there's this feeling like there's something more lurking around every corner.

But it's not all fun and games. There are rumors of weird stuff happening, like strange objects hidden away and ghostly sightings after dark. It's like the school itself has secrets, and every student is on a mission to uncover them. So welcome to this place where reality mixes with imagination, and every day is a chance for adventure and friendship. ───-⋆⋅☆⋅⋆-───

kind staff and stuff for members…new server, alot of characters open. and kind and welcoming staff, peaceful and kind server <3

[lilacartsmadsion]

What classes would they teach?

Imagine Order of the Pheonix but instead of the 5th year teachers (and god forbid umbridge) its the ancients teaching their classes?

I feel Dark Cacao would definately be a defense against the dark arts teacher

Yeah, how wouldn’t he be…

PV would be charms I suppose….

Not sure about Hollyberry or Golden Cheese

[sadie-wolfdawn]

SSO Oc ask game!! 4, 7, 11, 16, 23, 37! (apples-stables)

Thank you!! :)

4) What are their pronouns?

she / they, but I don't think they really care either- like any pronoun is fine at the end of the day. I tend to use them pretty interchangeably as well? which is what I do for myself too to be fair.

7) What’s their fondest memory with one of their horses?

So Sadie only owns two horses in canon- her soul horse, Phoenix (paint x jorvik warmblood cross), and Cinder (icelandic). I would say one of the key moments for her would have been her first ride on Pheonix- feeling how well they clicked as a pair. So probably either that or the first time Pheonix spoke to her. I would imagine both are pretty cherished memories.

11) What are their thoughts on Pandoria?

Terrifying! I think for them its both very overwhelming on a sensory level, and all of the times they have been there have been like, high stakes life or death. Not fond of it tbh, and would be more than happy to never go there again.

16) Are they related to anyone in Jorvik?

Kinda? her family tree is still a rough draft, but I think her mothers side might be /from/ Jorvik. But not currently living there- at least, no one she knows. So yes, distantly, but she doesn't know of a living relative to go visit, for example.

23) What are they the best at? The worst at?

Best at- define best lol. I think she's a bit jack of all trades-y honestly. But out of their hobbies.... either clicker training horses or identifying wild plants. Worst at- can I say impulse control? They are liable to- eat any random plant at any second, try to jump things she maybe should not jump, agree with Alex about running in and Doing Things instead of sitting around and talking. Otherwise... worse at sewing in a really fancy way. They like textile art and up-cycling and such, but I think their sewing style is function over appearance. Thats not to say their work is ugly, its just more rustic / handmade looking. Like do not even ask them to make some really intricate tight fitting bodice with embroidery. It will not happen.

37) Who was one person they thought they were going to hate but begrudgingly came to love?

genuinely a very hard question. I think Loretta checks a lot of these boxes, but hate and love would both be big words to use. I think Sadie and Loretta 100% had a mutual deep annoyance with each other to a level of acceptance and admiration for each other arc for sure. I also think..... some of the dark riders hold that possibility for her. Maybe.

[finishinglinepress]

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[yourmoonmomma]

hi Maple i think you're really super duper cool :D if you could have an animal/mythological creature as a companion, what would you have?

When I was younger, I was afraid of the dark, and I would always imagine this jet black dragon protecting me. I'm pretty sure I was just very attached to Toothless from how to train your dragon hahahah

Hii! You're too sweet 🥺

I ALSO really like the idea of a dragon companion 🤩 but I'd probably say pheonix? OH WAIT NO a gryffin, I thought they were so cool as a kid! When I was younger, everytime we visited out West, I'd beg my parents to help me explore the mountains to find one, because I was convinced they were real 😅 so that's my choice!

Toothless 🥺🖤

[tarosophical-tarot]

"Use all thine energy to rule thy thought: burn

up thy thought as the Pheonix" (Book of Thoth/Aleister Crowley)

If our inner Emperor (wrote Phyllis Seckler) is too rigid and demanding and unreceptive, he can imprison us in a world of finished ideas. With the proper attitude however, this inner Emperor can be relaxed and energetic and imaginative and he can aid the process of creativity by balancing his conscious mind activity with the unconsciousness signified by The Empress.

Today, our Emperor relates specifically to Capricorn, where there is a need to be seen as powerful, strong and assertive. A fair degree of autonomy is to be recommended for this to succeed, with the The Emperor showing us that a new path is required, that the energies of Mars are harnessed by the rule of mind. He is the architect of a way of life and a builder of forms (in his thinking process).

The Emperor imust then experience a "dark night of the soul", going through the lower stages in order to reach the higher (Art) similar to the gestation of a new child in the womb (the lamb at the foot of The Emperor).

Confusion reigns but we must welcome ordeals for they have been designed to break-up the old so that the new may be born and have the space to develop further.

With 4/Swords we find Jupiter in the area of the Ruach (the conscious and mental facilities). The intellect of The Emperor is at home here and the influence of Jupiter smoothes the way for his intellectual authority. This is where The Emperor finds himself taking-on responsibility for himself, moving away from the (s)mothering influence of The Empress, leading to the Tiphareth found in 6/Disks.

Here The Emperor has learned to be content with the sense of identity and power gained through money and possessions. He realises that these things may fluctuate but he is well-balanced and able to adapt to these ups and downs - by aiming to transcend them through referring to the highest in himself (Art).

[goddessofmischief]

hi can you do a sirius black x reader with a gryffindor reader and it’s just fluffy and nice and dark academia so yeah! thanks

Afternoons in the Common Room - Sirius Black x Reader

Sirius was late.

Well, he was always late. But sometimes, it’d just be two minutes. Ten. Sometimes twenty.

But never an hour.

You smoothed down your plaid skirt, gazing out the window.

“Someday,” you murmured, drowsily, and it occurred to you that your exhausted mind may not be fit for studying, “I’m going to miss this place.”

“And me with it, I hope,” teased Sirius, handing you a cup of hot tea.

You smiled.

“I won't have to miss you. You’ll always be with me - you, and me, and the Maraud-”

You stopped, suddenly.

“Why were you late?”

Sirius grinned.

“Marauders business,” he said, proudly. “We’ve found something.”

And then he stopped, as if he wasn’t going to say.

“You have to tell me,” you insist. “I’m a Marauder, too.” 

“Well, more or less.”

“More. Definitely more. I’m in your house, I’m an Animagus, I’m-”

He began shushing you around the time you said Animagus.

“Alright,” he concedes, taking a sip from his own mug. “We found the Room of Requirement.”

You practically choked.

“Sirius, how?”

“Moony found it,” he admitted. “Not me... he needed a place to hide out after Snape was going after him. And there it was.”

“So we have... what, exactly? A meeting place?”

“A meeting room. Our own. The Marauders can be... we can have our own society, really. To fight... well... You-Know-Who.”

Your heart began to beat faster.

“We’ll need a larger group,” you said. “Marlene, and Dorcas, and everybody. Everyone’s got to know - a society is nothing without people in it.”

“Quite true,” he said. “Which is why it won’t be the Marauders anymore. We were thinking... well...”

He whispered it in your ear.

“The Order of the Phoenix,” you said, softly, thinking of Fawkes, and you raised your face to smile at him. “I sort of like that name.”

A/N: Hope this does Dark Academia justice!! I loved this ask because I’m a Dark Academic myself and I tried to get a lot of the hallmarks in there (plaid skirts, mugs of tea, studying, secret societies, charming dark haired boys)

[fatelessimagines]

“Draco?”  It had been a while since you had woken up in the middle of the night to Draco’s trembling form beside you.  As such, you were a bit out of practice.  Slower on the uptake.  Sleep clinging tightly to the corners of your mind more than they would have it had been the weeks immediatly after the battle.

“Go back to sleep.”  His tone was harsh, but instead of retreating away from him you pushed yourself up and into his side.  Arms circling around his waist tightly.

Over time you had learned it was best to stay quiet during these episodes.  ‘It was just a dream’ would only make things worse as he would remind you, at one point, it had been his reality.  So, instead, you pressed your lips against the back of his shoulder and remained quiet for a moment.  Letting Draco calm himself as you clung tightly to him for added comfort.

“I’m sorry.  For waking you.”  Draco broke the silence first.  Voice significantly softer than it had been.  He had also stopped trembling, though his gaze still focused solely on the Dark Mark staining his skin.

“You’re not one of them, Draco.  You never were, and everyone important knows that.”  Reaching up to softly grasp at his chin you tugged until he was forced to look at you.  “You were a kid trying to survive.  This-”  Removing your hand from his chin, you instead moved to carefully trace the tattoo before covering it with your hand as much as you could.  “-does not define you.”

The smile he gave you did not completely reach his eyes, but you had not expected it too.  His hand came up to cradle the back of his head as he leaned forward to press his lips against your forehead.  “I don’t deserve you.”

“Guess you’re lucky I love you then.”  You smiled as he pulled away from you.  “Now let’s get some more sleep.  It’s far too early to be awake right now.”  With a teasing grin you tugged Draco to lay back next to you.  Curling into each others arms as you slowly drifted back to sleep.

[fandomblogs-stuff]

"Isn't it funny how one little encounter can cleave off little pieces of your past, deform your memories and persona until you rethink your whole identity - and as you realize how foolish it all is - your laughter reverberates off the walls of your own emptiness?"

- Batman: Arkham Origins

[straightouttatheashes]

After Dark I - Pheonix

Phe’s performance for the Succulent Tart’s After Dark I

MUSIC HERE This performance contains NSFW themes! 

“If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite. But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.”  Draped across a golden throne, Pheonix crosses a leg over the other as she inspects her nails - biting her lip as she catches that a certain member in the crowd has their eyes on her. “Scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” She smirks and winks at them. “But maybe that’s baby that’s the thing that I -”

Pheonix swings her legs over to the side, pushing herself up from her throne and taking a ‘boss bitch’ stance. “I don’t run in a pack, I like it solo.” A jut of her hip and a mischievous glance would kick the music into gear. “My blood is singing glitter and gold.” A well placed heel as she struts down the stage towards the audience, flicking her hair as the lights catch the glistening jewelry on her barely-there sheer bra. Delicate chain jewelry accentuates each curve of her body, mini crystal beads strung to loosely caress her little hip-dips.

“And if I want it, I take it. I bare my teeth and claim it.” She pauses right in front of an audience member, tilting her head to size them up, almost looking down upon them in an assertion of dominance. “And you don’t have to like it but it’s still gonna be me who’s in control.” Leaning down she places her finger underneath their chin to make them look up at her, grinning as she flashes them a little fang and a challenging look. Pushing them back, she gives a little playful sway of her hips as she moves on.

“Cause baby I bite back when the sky turns black and the stars light up your soul.” This time, someone else would be under her powerful gaze as Pheonix stops to rake her fingers through their hair, a slight tug to make their head tilt back to look up at her. “Cause baby I bite back when the sky turns black.” She smirks, and bites her lip. “And the stars light up your soul.” 

She leans in close as the music slows, her lips parting ever so slightly, teasing them with the intention of a kiss. Before her lips could ghost theirs, she grins and pushes them forward - letting go of their hair. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” She glances back at them and winks. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.”

Pheonix suddenly pushes up against Jacqques, pinning them to the pillar they were standing at. “Let me drink your light…” Her lips barely caress their neck as her body presses up against theirs. “Let me drink your light….”  She allows them to put their hands on her just for a moment, before grabbing their wrist and grinning. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.”

She winks, before dropping their wrist with a playful sneer. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.” Stepping back from them and hopefully leaving them wanting more, Pheonix continues sauntering her way through the crowd. “Let me drink your light.” She glances to another audience member and firmly grips her chest as a tease, letting out a little moan. “Let me drink your light.” Smirking, she juts her hip out to slap her thigh before moving on.

With each beat, Pheonix’s heels clack across the ground, each step accompanied by a sway of her hips. Anyone with their eyes on her are free to look and lust over her if they so please. Hardly anything is left to the imagination - with the sheer fabric of her bra allowing full visibility to her pierced nipple. Bold lingerie is the only thing keeping her from complete nudity - each strap fitting perfectly to hug the curve of her body. Her tattoos glow softly against the darkness of the room - the dim lighting giving the tavern an incredible sensual and sexual atmosphere.

Phe pushes a few empty drinks to the side so she can sit up on the table, crossing her leg over the other, winking at those in the seats. She scans over the people at the table, before settling on Ranek and swinging herself around to straddle their waist, body pressed against theirs as she settles in their lap. Hips begin to roll as she runs her hands through her hair, over her chest, down her stomach and then her nails move up their body - parting their shirt forcefully as she leans forward to press a kiss to their neck, followed by a little bite as a tease. Moving her head back, Pheonix drapes her arms over their shoulders - allowing them to sit back and enjoy this little lap dance she gives them. Her fingers run through their hair, curling and gripping so she could give their head a little tug back. Leaning in once more, she barely touches her lips to their neck, before she pats their cheek with a wink, letting go and dismounting from their lap.

“It wasn’t merely fate that got me this throne.” She gestures to the golden throne on the stage as she lays down on her back, sprawling out on the table, as if posing for a risque painting. “I’ve got a taste for power and bone.” A little gasp as she runs her hands down her thighs. “And if I crave it, I chase it.” She rolls her hips, body following as she sits up only for her movement to flow smoothly onto her knees - legs parted as she beckons to another. “I hunt it down and slay it. And I don’t gotta say it -” Biting her lip, she rolls her hips again - though the look in her eye is definitely someone issuing a challenge to try and tame them. “But you don’t want me provoked.”

Pheonix flicks her head, hair swishing as she slowly gets to her feet, a show of ass as she goes from a dip to anyone near by. She is absolutely flaunting what she has. “Cause baby I bite back when the sky turns black, and the stars light up your soul.” Now standing on the table, she runs her hands down her body again - attention snapping to someone else as she winks. “Cause baby I bite back when the sky turns black.” Blowing them a kiss, she plants a heel firmly on an empty chair. “And the stars light up your soul.”

She slowly gets down from the table, caressing the head of another onlooker as she moves past. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” She playfully sneers at them, gnashing her teeth slightly in a little bite. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.”

“Let me drink your light.” Pheonix leans down to them, whispering in their ear. “Let me drink your light…” As she does so, her fingers trail down the side of their face, and under their jaw - tilting their head slightly. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite…” She smirks as she moves away. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.”

Pheonix gives the audience a chance to let their eyes wander over her soft backside now, as she heads back towards her golden throne. With each sway of her hips, she knows she has eyes on her, and she’s clearly enjoying the attention. Even with the large claw-marks at her side on display, Pheonix radiates confidence - her dominating presence tonight perhaps just a peek into what she could be like behind closed doors.  “Let me drink your light.” She glances over her shoulder and gives a very sultry smirk to the crowd. “Let me drink your light.”

Pheonix approaches her throne, sitting down and facing her crowd. Her leg crosses over the other in time to the beat of the music, before she uncrosses that leg and swivels - legs lifted in time to arc over before parting completely, not leaving much to the imagination besides the underwear that covered the ‘real treasure’. Leaning forward, Pheonix slowly runs a hand along her thigh, and slowly down her leg - eyes on the audience as she performs her enticing display.

She parts her lips slightly voice carrying smoothly as she slowly moves to pose on her throne ever so luxuriously. “I’m a sick maniac, with fire for soul.” Her hands run through her hair as she arches her back. “But I feel alive, my other side is now in control.” The music only allows her a brief pause to continue to arch over backwards, sliding off the throne as her palms plant themselves on the floor, controlling herself into a back walk-over - a display of how flexible she can be.

Pheonix winks at the audience as she’s swiftly back onto her feet, assuming that ‘bad bitch’ stance again. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” A hand rests on her hip as she points to someone in the front row. “But maybe that’s, baby that’s the thing that I like.” Bending forward, she curls her finger, beckoning them. “Let me drink your light. Let me drink your light.”

She suddenly drops to her knees, spreading them out and rolling her hips. “If you’re scared of my bark, then you’ll be scared of my bite.” A few tiny bounces with the music and she slides her hands forward to reach out and curl her hand towards them. “But maybe just, baby that’s the thing that I like.” She rolls onto her stomach, hips grinding sensually against the floor. “Let me drink your light.”

Pheonix rolls onto her side, biting her lip as if waiting for a lover to join her, . “Let me drink your light.” Her hand moves down her side, making sure to grip at the softer parts of her hips, as if imagining another’s hands in her place showing just how much they wanted her. “Let me drink your light.” Swinging her legs over in an arc, she turns away from the audience to push herself up onto her feet once more - making sure to give them one last view of that ass. Walking back up to her throne, she positions herself just as she had been at the start - a leg crossed over the other, chin resting on top of her hand as she flashes everyone with that signature lip bite and smirk.