#musing: phoebe

[jetaiimee]

[jetaiimee]

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[theprophetsaid]

Don't mind me, I'm just thinking about how Brian Harold May put his entire career on the line by disclosing his AIDS test to The Sun in 1992 because he wanted to defend Freddie and millions of other victims against serophobic discourse.

And I'm thinking about how he went on live television and paid respect to the gay men who took care of Freddie in his final days (Does it ring a bell, Peter?).

But no, there was no closeness there :)

[toomuchracket]

bump in the night (dad!matty x reader fluff)

baby phoebe thinks there's a monster under her bed. matty to the rescue! once again, promptober. enjoy <3

“dad… dad, wake up.”

the owner of the worried voice shoves his shoulder, and matty jerks awake. disoriented, he fumbles for the switch on the bedside lamp; when he finds it, he also finds dylan standing beside him, eyes wide and teeth chewing at her bottom lip. “dyl?” he clears his throat, voice scratchy. “what is it, darling?”

“it's phoebe. she won't stop crying,” her jaw is trembling, a clear sign that she's anxious. matty reaches for her hand, and she seems to calm down slightly. “me and elena both tried to calm her down, but she just keeps sobbing for you and mum. don't know what else to do, dad.”

terror pierces him, the kind of fear that only sets in when you or your daughters are concerned - the worst kind, it goes without saying. extracting his right arm from your still-sleeping hold as inconspicuously as possible, matty pulls himself out of bed, reassuring his eldest before he goes to help his youngest. “you did the right thing, dyl,” he pulls her into a hug, kissing her sleep-messy curls. “is pheebs saying she's not feeling well, or…?”

“no, she just keeps crying and saying she wants you and mum. she calmed down a little bit when lena and i went in, but not a lot.”

“okay,” he rubs his eyes, taking dylan's hand. “lead the way.”

it's only a few steps across the landing and down the hall to phoebe's room, but the worry makes it seem far longer. a wave of relief washes over matty when he and dylan make it through the door, but it's short-lived - his three-year-old is shaking in her big sister’s arms, the flush on her tear-stained cheeks evident in the glow from the nightlight, and elena looks on the verge of tears too. “oh, my darlings,” he coos softly, kneeling at the side of phoebe's bed. “what's wrong?”

phoebe practically throws herself into his arms, tiny body wrapping itself around his. hot tears dampen his t-shirt, and matty can feel his own eyes welling up. he's sick to his stomach when any of his girls are upset, but his youngest is so especially sweet and smiley that her sadness seems to hurt him just that little bit more. “phoebe, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “please tell daddy why you're crying, yeah? deep breaths, munchkin, copy me,” he inhales deeply, and exhales slowly. “can you do that?”

she copies him shakily, while elena crawls to sit on the edge of the bed in front of him; even at seven, her legs still don't reach the ground, dangling endearingly instead. “i think she's scared, dad.”

“alright, darling, thank you,” he smiles at his middle baby, who returns it sleepily. “you two can go back to bed, if you like. thank you for helping your sister, my sweet girls.”

they shake their heads in vehement denial, dylan moving to join her sister on the edge of the bed. “not leaving until phoebe's okay.”

“you sure? you'll be tired tomorrow.”

elena shrugs, matty in miniature. “doesn't matter. our sister’s more important.”

matty's eyes actually do fill with tears at that - how on earth did you and him manage to create such perfect, kind humans? it's baffling. “alright, darlings,” he nods, before turning his attention to phoebe. “did you have a bad dream, sweetheart?”

tiny curls brush his neck as she shakes her head. “uh-uh.”

“okay. was there a big noise outside? foxes, or a car, or people shouting? that can be really scary, especially if it wakes you up.”

another head shake. “in here.”

now we're getting somewhere. “there was a scary noise in your bedroom, munchkin?”

“yeah,” phoebe's little voice shakes, turning to a sob when she speaks again. “like… like a monster!”

“where exactly, darling?”

“the- the wall,” she hiccups; matty softly rubs her back to calm her down. “and under my bed.”

interesting. monsters under the bed aren't exactly uncommon, but in the wall? maybe phoebe's imagination is stronger than you all thought.

or maybe… “what kind of thing did it sound like, sweetheart? can you remember?”

she thinks for a second, wiping her eyes on the shoulder of his t-shirt. “like when my tummy is hungry.”

“rumbling? why would it be… oh,” the answer clicks in matty's brain, the logistics of the house's layout revealing it to him: phoebe's bedroom is directly above the utility room, so - “it isn't a monster, my darling, it's just the central heating.”

dylan lets out a soft “ahhh” of realisation, but elena looks puzzled - when phoebe moves to look at matty, so does she. “the heating?”

“yes, munchkin. it's what makes the house cosy, and makes sure we have hot water for our showers and baths-”

“and washing our hands?”

he smiles. “exactly, my smart girl. but it all starts from that cupboard near the washing machine, and then it travels through the pipes up through your room, and into the rest of the rooms. that's what the noise is, darling. not a monster.”

phoebe sniffles. “really?”

“would you like me to check under the bed anyway?”

“mhmm.”

“alright,” he kisses her head, settling phoebe between her sisters on the bed and ducking down to scan under the bed; his back practically screams at him not to, but he can't disappoint his baby girl. “all clear down here, girls. not even a speck of dust,” popping back up, he takes phoebe's tiny hands in his own. “do you feel a bit better now, munchkin?”

“yeah,” she nods. “but the noise is scary.”

matty can't blame her for that - the bed is right against the wall with the pipework, and she's only three. it's a lot. “tell you what, darling - you come in with mummy and me, just for tonight, and tomorrow we can rearrange your room so the noise isn't as loud, yeah?”

“‘kay.”

phoebe rubs her eyes. matty smiles, scooping her into his arms again - smiling even wider at the way she melts into him - and stands, nodding at his older two. “come on, my girls. back to bed.”

the four of them trudge out onto the landing, exchanging goodnights and head kisses. matty gives dylan and elena an extra hair ruffle each. “thank you for looking after your sister, girls. lie-in tomorrow, alright?”

“mhmm. night!”

“night, dad! night, pheebs!”

two bedroom doors close, and matty carries phoebe towards the last slightly open one; behind it, you're half-asleep, but quickly awakened by the sound of matty's footsteps and, ironically, his hushed “don't wake mummy, sweetheart, alright?” to the little one in his arms. he sighs when you turn to face him, sitting up slowly and flicking the light on. “baby? what's going on?” rubbing your eyes, you notice phoebe. “oh, hi, my darling. you alright?”

“she is now,” matty sets phoebe on the bed; she crawls to you for a cuddle immediately. “but she's staying with us tonight, and i'm spending my saturday rearranging her bedroom.”

“oh, okay,” you raise a brow. “do i want to know?”

“i'll explain tomorrow,” matty flops onto the bed, flicking the light out, suddenly tired. “right now, i think we all just need to get some sleep.”

“alright,” you lean over to kiss him, dropping one onto a now-sleeping phoebe's head for good measure. “goodnight, my loves.”

matty strokes your face, and then your tiniest girl's. “goodnight, darlings.”

[thcfantasyfactory]

closed starter for @isles-of-man

How did Phoebe end up alone in the house with her father's two best friends? She had no idea. To her, it seemed like sheer luck. The three older men had intended to enjoy a few beers and watch their favorite movie for old times' sake, but her father received an emergency work call and had to leave immediately. He told them they could stay and relax, hoping he'd return soon. That was an hour ago, and he was still stuck at work.

The dirty blonde seized the moment to grab a beer from the fridge—she was finally of legal age—and inquired if she could join them for the movie. Now, positioned between them, her tanned legs were drawn up to her chest, with her chin resting on her knee. "So, have you ever dated a girl younger than you?" she asked playfully, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at them.

[binkbonkers]

my dad is like “you listen to a lot of female artists” and my lesbian ass just has to sit there and take it

[manganyeh]

how does it feel to be loved…

it feels like home

you're the kind of person that makes people feel safe. you probably couldn't be intimidating if you tried, but that doesn't matter. what matters is your kindness and compassion, your innate way of making people feel happy. you're so good at taking care of everybody else, but don't forget to take care of yourself, too! you deserve the same love you give so freely

tagged: @strdstd

tagging: @ancientforgcd @divinityunleashed @multiverseofmisfits @intergalactic-singer @hxroic-wxlls-fxrever @musefulness @cinnamiyuu

@universalskyworld @nanatzcayan-young-braveheart @machimachilegends @dracomultiverse @warriorsofcrimsonrealms @heathers-muses @intoendlessdreams

@a-gilded-imprisonment @luminous--drift and @kitsune-saiguu

[gotstabbedbyapen]

I just realized Apollo and Hyacinthus are also second cousins wtf...

Basically:

Gaia → Phoebe → Leto → Apollo

Gaia → Mnemosyne → Clio → Hyacinthus

[inevitablemoment]

So, you know that necklace with the three stars that Callie wears?

Okay, I have a headcanon about that.

The necklace was a gift that Egon sent to Callie after Trevor was born. Her ex-husband was the one to find it in the mail and passed the gift off as his "push present" to her; it originally came with two stars, but she added a third after Phoebe was born.

In the Cathleen Lives AU, Cathleen is the one to give it to Callie, but Egon asks her not to tell Callie that it's from him. It's only after the end of Afterlife that Cathleen tells Callie the truth.

EDIT: When Callie divorces her ex-husband in the canon verse, he fesses up that the necklace wasn't from him, but doesn't tell her that it was from her father.

[cursetopia2]

Phoebe Ribbonedgold

Age: 20 Height: 5'0 Sexuality: Pansexual Race: Cambion hybrid Personality: Mostly polite, a little smug here and there. Gets particularly angry if someone badmouths Eclair.

Phoebe is Eclair’s little sister, adored by many for her devoted nature she got thanks to her sister raising her, and feared for her ruthless defense over her older sibling. She loves Eclair so much, that she does not see herself in their shadow at all. Glory and fame is never her motivation.

She has a natural fear of lightning. It came when Eclair had prayed to Euanthe to cast judgment upon her abusers, which were Phoebe’s biological parents. Of course, she was told this much much later on when they were at an age they could understand such things. At first, she was bummed out that she’ll never know her parents. But, hearing the reason Eclair did all this made her realize it was better off that way. After all, why waste it on someone who treats people like garbage? All children deserve parents, but not all parents deserve children. Meeting the people that enslaved and tortured Eclair since she was three years old made Phoebe feel sick to her stomach. A burning feeling inside her made her never want to see Eclair feel so bad ever again. The thought of Eclair being hurt by someone, when she did Everything she could for Phoebe and her to live a stable life, pissed her off. This was guided by emotions and feelings within that she didn’t know how to describe. It begged, pleaded, to let it aid her in her vow to protect Eclair with all it’s gnarly horns and eyes full unfathomable promise of pain. Desperate to be strong enough, Phoebe decided to accept the demonic parts of herself, sisterly love guiding it in the right direction.

Phoebe knows that she might not fully be presenting as a half and half hybrid of a siren and a demon. However, her hypnotic voice when she sings shows and it draws people in. Still, she wonders if she’d inherit any plumage or scales. She got the tail and horns and teeth of a demon, but no feathers as of yet. Was there such thing as late bloomers for these species? She didn’t know.

But, that was 3 years ago. It was gradually showing itself. It started with the feet and then the wings shortly after. Her baby plumage has started to grow and since they were vulnerable, she hid them in her clothes.

Some demons, like Phoebe’s late father, were gifted in magic. This was something Phoebe inherited along the journey, and Eclair knew that she’d want to be guided by a hand that would be patient and informative. She had the thought of training Phoebe herself, but thought the help of a lovely Hakutaku she knew that lived in the snowy region of Miitopia would be a nice balance of both. Phoebe grew a strong interest in Illusions and Song magic, the latter she hoped would enhance her siren abilities. Eclair’s gentle hand and the help of the Hakutaku’s wisdom had greatly improved her abilities.

Mortal Kombat verse

Phoebe was chosen to become a member of the Lin Kuei by Kuai Liang a few months after he restored the Lin Kuei. Since Eclair wasn't allowed to visit in those times, they communicated via letters that would be travel through bird.

She had a gut feeling about Frost, but wasn't able to put her finger on it for a while. she just knew Frost wasn't really good news. But, wasn't entirely bad, either. Misguided at most. This gut feeling turned out to be right when she got back from a mission and saw no other member was around in the Lin Kuei headquarters. It was a total ghost town, which made her shudder.

Phoebe and Eclair would reunite at The Shirai Ryu's Fire Gardens, where everyone else was at. After hearing what all happened... A deep emptiness and sadness overcame her. Her and her Grandmaster were... the only Lin Kuei left that wasn't cyberized. But because of the mission he assigned her earlier, she was spared from that fate.

Phoebe couldn't help but feel powerless and she began to weep, which prompted her Grandmaster to comfort her just like Eclair. She was one of the youngest to accept being part of the faction, so most considered her the baby and the cutest one I mean look at her of the group. As they cried they sought revenge, to give whoever decided on this hell on earth.

She has Lin Kuei training under her belt, but also has a flare of her own style mixed with it. it would go with her cambion traits, adding her horns and tail to the mix.

Phoebe would put a spiked ball of ice to the end of her tail so she could attack with it like a meteor hammer or flail. She'd extend her own horns with ice and impale people with it. Phoebe would also freeze her hands with gauntlets of ice that looked like claws that tore things to shreds.

But, one of her favorite things to make from cryomancy, is a huge hammer. Phoebe doesn't fully know why she likes to whack enemies with something like that. She just knows it's satisfying to use. She once crushed a demon and all their bones with one when they were trying to creep on Eclair.

If they defeated Kronika: "I didn't think I was much of a match against that crazy lady, but I pulled through. That hourglass was in pretty bad shape when everything was done, however. I had the help of Lord Raiden and Lord Fujin to fix any damage to it, which I'm very grateful for."

"I won't lie, the pressure was immense. It was such a big responsibility, and I'm not sure if I'd be a good timekeeper. But, I am sure I'll be better than Kronika. Who in the right mind makes their own child defy their nature for dumb things like this?!" "So, I restored much of what was destroyed by her and all the enemies. I revived all of the warriors in The Lin Kuei and got both Frost and Cetrion back to their senses. Well, after I had told them off. I purged the darkness within my master's brother as well. It pained me too much to see him so miserable..." "I'll do my best to lead, but I'm gonna accept help from those I trust. This universe will be heading in a better direction, now."

[puppetsoftomorrow]

okay i think one day nate texts the groupchat because he was visiting a museum and he found a painting of ray, because on one adventure he'd found himself modelling for a renaissance master, and it starts off a competition to try and find which legend has the most portraits, and someone finds one of sara and sara and ava goes to see it, showing it to their baby and taking selfies, and the waverider fridge becomes covered in postcards of all of their paintings. charlie wins the contest, but only after appealing to gideon, as no one believes its really her as she's has so many faces over the years

[jetaiimee]

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

foaming at the mouth listening to the bridge of bite the hand by boygenius rn

[theprophetsaid]

Phoebe doubling down on undermining Freddie and Brian's dynamic is baffling. He even denied that they had a close working relationship... What's his problem???

[aeolianblues]

was kinda thinking about this when I saw Renee Rapp live recently-- I didn't know her visual vibe, I'd heard a few songs here and there but I hadn't really *seen* her, and her attire at Osheaga was really casual, a jersey (baseball/basketball?) and slacks. And that was so amazing! I couldn't help thinking, the work Billie Eilish has done for how women in pop music are allowed to dress is incredible. Seeing her up there all comfortable you just know that Billie walked in her oversized tops so that Renee in her slacks could run; Billie walked through all the critcisms about how she dressed slobbily and having to assert that she didn't owe anyone a display of skin, so that Renee could be comfortable and unquestioned running up and down the catwalk in front of 10,000 people. How iconic.

And I don't think we even realised at the time how much something as simple as letting Billie dress the way she as a (then-) 17-year-old teenager dressed, could end up meaning for a future generation of women in music.

Obviously there is still way to go, there were weirdos complaining about how 'plain' Dua Lipa's Glastonbury outfit was this year (in 2024!!), l have to ask, are you at Paris Fashion Week?? She is the musical HEADLINER of an entire day of music at one of the biggest music festivals in the world, and you can't grant her the space to exist as an artist, you have to moan about her dress not being excitingly revealing enough. There's work to do, it's still dismal out there. But the space Billie Eilish has created for a most ordinarily-dressed woman popstar is still heartening.

[sunnieart7]

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Suits of Cups - pt.4