#— phoenix ignis.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

'what have you been doing this last month dana' goin ham drawing as many yugioh AUs and OCs and ygo-inspired sonas on art fight as my grubby paws could possibly grab!!!! AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN NEXT YEAR

[ Attacks for, in order:

@phantom-alpha || @sanmisui || @moonbisexualsharktamerr

|| @scyzoa || @1apple-fox1 || @krakenshaped

|| @siromany || @hi-speedroids ||

@4lmog || @arcvu || @blackfeatherdragon ]

[express-archives]

wouldn't it be really funny and ironic if hestia got a hydro vision LMAOO

[marmolita]

kinktober update: so far I have written

5100 words of ffxv

8600 words of ffviii

1600 words of spn

for a grand total of over 15k words 😱

also keep an eye out for my contribution to the enemies to lovers exchange which ought to be releasing this weekend!

IN OTHER NEWS I am also looking for reading material as I continue to play ffxv and submerge myself in my neverending love for Noctis, so if you know of any good fic lmk! I've already gone through all my bookmarks but haven't kept up with the fandom the last few years. (My preference for fic I'm looking for is that any ships are ones involving Noctis and if it's not shippy it should also be about Noctis 😅)

[illegaltoasterr]

Reposting these here because they are the greatest things I have ever created 💜

[lunarlegend]

oh my gosh

Stella's battle animation when she gets KO'd

she dramatically stumbles and faints like a victorian woman, with her hand on her forehead and everything

then flops over on the ground and rolls around a bit for the full effect

her death sequence takes like 3x longer than any of the bros'

[ant1quarian]

The Avian Bois Meet Two Identities Phoenix Avian twins who happens to be mischievous little ones, they are always doing something to bug them and they always see one of them so they don't know their twins one day but pire luck killer managed to see there was teo instead of one and all three of them was just standing there for a second before the twins say '!nuh uh' and vanishes

Hehehe.

These fledglings are most definitely of the Ignis Variety- where being a Phoenix, while rare, isn't underheard of.

I feel like Killer would definitely be stunlocked for a bit, but if he were to attempt to tell the others, I don't think they'd believe him.

Like "Sure, Killz. There are definitely three of them."

Until the others see all three of them and Killer just yells out, "I FUCKIN' TOLD YOU SO!"

Gremlins. All of them, gremlins. /pos

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Ignis Phoenix, the Dracoslayer

“Pendulum Effect: During your Main Phase: You can shuffle 1 face-up Pendulum Monster from your Extra Deck into the Deck, then add 1 non-Pendulum ‘Dracoslayer’ or ‘Igknight’ monster from your Deck to your hand. You can only use this effect of ‘Ignis Phoenix, the Dracoslayer’ once per turn.

Monster Effect: (This card is always treated as an ‘Igknight’ card.) If this card on the field is destroyed by battle or card effect: You can Special Summon 1 ‘Dracoslayer’ or ‘Igknight’ monster from your Deck, except ‘Ignis Phoenix, the Dracoslayer’, and if you do, it is treated as a Tuner. You can only use this effect of ‘Ignis Phoenix, the Dracoslayer’ once per turn.”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Baby Phoenix crawled over to Damien and grabbed at his leg. They needed some attention from their daddy since Kikaru was kind of busy right now.

Damien had been reading a book when he picked up his baby and smiled. "Hey little one. You hungry?"

[desiredrivcn]

tag list two - muse boogaloo

[thundertide]

Tag Drop: Kyros!

[omniocademy]

Good day from Ignis. May you rise up like the phoenix and meet your challenges this week.

[express-archives]

do not ask me what any of this means. i was just typing. i have no idea what this means. uhhh. faye & hestia interactions! yeag. btw idk if anyone would recall but hestia was 22 at one point; i pushed her age up just slightly to 24.

       "Do you loathe it?"

       Faye laughs—melodiously, but nevertheless void of any actual amusement. Her eyes seem to gleam with curiosity and what Hestia believes to be some level of confusion, but to the vision bearer, it is all too clearly feigned. "Loathe what exactly, Ms. Hestia?"

       The other Fatuus blinks, sunset gaze vaguely flicking in the direction of the Ninth Harbinger's office door a few feet away. Assuming that Pantalone is in there, he would not be able to hear through the thick wood of the door, unless she were to go out of her way to make a scene; Hestia knows this for a certain fact, from experience with her own Harbinger's office (not that Rosalyne is often in her office; her work pertains to the field more than it does to logistics or other background operations, and the phoenix themselves tends to use that office more than its actual owner, but upon occassion, Hestia does find the Eighth Harbinger in there). Therefore, they do not hesitate to elaborate.

       "How he treats you," they finally reply, meeting Faye's violet gaze, swirling with something that they cannot quite place. "You are a dog in his eyes, Ms. Faye. Little more than that, I dare say."

       "...Indeed," comes the woman's slow, calculated response. The songlike tones of her voice have been all but swept away by something far colder. "But I do not loathe it, dear one. Perhaps it is hard for you to understand. You did not come from the same place as I, after all."

       "No. I didn't," Hestia admits, nodding. "It is hard for me to fathom."

       "Think of it this way, then." Faye steps closer, taking a lock of Hestia's wavy hair in between her fingertips. "If an inanimate object is offered a chance to be a tool, does it not appreciate its new role? After all, a tool is wanted, but an object typically is not."

       "But you are no object. This analogy means nothing."

       "Lucky little thing you are, Hestia... you must not know what it is like to be one. Unsurprisingly, I suppose, since we have all seen how your Lady treats you."

       Faye smiles. It is empty in all respects and does not reach her eyes.

       ...But then, she pulls back, and her smile brightens. It is as if she has put the mask she so often dons back on, as if she has retreated back into the facade she oh-so carefully built up for herself over the years.

       (Hestia has always been able to see through Faye, however. Perhaps being raised by little more than the snarling winter winds of Snezhnaya and the occasional piece of advice from her sickly father when he found the strength to speak made them more sensitive to trickery. Regardless of what made her this way, the Crimson Witch's adored little phoenix has always known better.

       Faye knows this, so maybe that was what made her so eager to slip out of her act for even the briefest of moments.)

       "Nevertheless, Hestia, we are all here to serve the same cause. We are all comrades, no?" Comrades. The word seems foreign on Faye's lips; she still carries the slightest of Fontainian accents when she speaks, so it does not surprise Hestia that the word still seems unfamiliar on her tongue... but something nags in the back of her mind that Faye is unfamiliar with the word for another reason. "Let's not create unnecessary tension between one another."

       Hestia hesitates, but nods.

       "Very well, then. Off you go. Return to the Fair Lady's side where you belong."

       'You do not belong here.'

       Here, in the Regrator's unit, on the side of the Winter Palace allocated to him and his operations. That is what Hestia believes Faye is trying to imply, and for once, they agree with the younger woman.

       However...

       "Do not presume to belittle me, Faye." The fire in her eyes flares threateningly. "I have been here far longer than you. Do not forget that. I treat you with respect not out of necessity, but out of my own professionalism."

       Faye's smile twitches.

       "Of course, of course," the Electro-bearer dismisses with an elegant wave of her hand. "I mean no harm. You know this."

       "...Sure, Ms. Faye. If you say so."

       Hestia turns on her heel and, without another word, leaves.

[xmaudx]

The Phoenix Burns

Chapter 1: Embers of Childhood.

The village of the Kaemonor nestled quietly along the foot of Mount Ignis, a once renowned now dormant volcano said to have been the birthplace of the first dragon. Whilst that was centuries ago and the last whole dragon was rumoured to be deceased, the rugged warmth of the land provided life for both dragon hybrids and the dragonblood (kaemonor) tribe to thrive.

As the villagers of the tribe commenced their morning activities two children raced through the cobblestone path, ignoring the shrieks of woman and the disproved glances from onlookers, their laughter echoing off the stone cottages. The taller of the two, Bakugou Katsuki, would chase after the girl, grinning wildly as he attempted to take back his ruby stone necklace that was now held high above y/n's head, the chain glinting in the sunlight as she called out mockingly,

"Too slow Dragon Boy!". Bakugou's crimson eyes gleamed with determination as he ran faster not noticing the group of older village boys waiting for the two at the end of the path. It was y/n to first bump into on of them, a small groan escaping her mouth as she looked back up at the towering boys. Bakugou would stand beside his brows twisted in annoyance at the interruption as he snarled at the 5 older boys.

"well look who we have here, the prince of the dragonblood tribe with an orphan"

"look at her she's doesn't look anything like us"

"why is she so dark"

y/n would snarl her head now tilting to the challenge the other five.

"say that again I dare you"

Bakugou would watch in amusement proud of his friend's courage whilst also getting ready to beat the others up. Whilst his quirk hadn't come yet he was skilled in battle for his age, thanks to Mirko's training.

"who do you think you're talking to girl?!"

a brown haired boy would yell stomping towards her to slap her only to get pushed himself. The two would nod in mutual understanding at what was to come before they took to fight, y/n pulling one boy's hair whilst biting another whilst bakugou punched another in the face. Despite their chaotic energy however the two were no match for five older boys. Whilst bakugou was restrained he'd watch a kid slap y/n harshly on the cheek, the heat of the slap tainting her brown skin a light pink shade. His anger continued to boil as he watched them take turns in tugging her hair or kicking her, ignoring his own beating he was experience before he couldn't take it anymore. The large explosive blast was sent of towards the older guys, the heat of the blast shocking everyone enough to have all 5 boys running off screaming in fear. Y/n and Bakugou only stared at each other. "your quirk..." the girl would whisper both amazed and surprised whilst Bakugou stared at his hands. The day had come that his quirk would appear.

Whilst it was to be celebrated the young prince did not avoid the lecture his mum, the queen, was to give in front of both his friends and y/n. His mum would then move to y/n hugging the girl as she reassured her that she was still loved and cherished by all regardless of what the boys had said. Bakugou was young but not naive. He had gathered y/n was not from his tribe nor was she of dragonblood. What he wouldn't understand until much later that she belonged to the Malabar tribe in southern india, her mother being childhood friends with his own had left her daughter to be found on a boat and brought safely to Queen Mistuki. The suryan tribe, now deceased, had been acclaimed for their shared ability to absorb energy from the sun, some could reconstruct energy, others could blast it, some could even read energy waves and patterns. And yet their shared power is what drove their tribe to be hunted down and murdered by All for One. Rumours had it that someone born into the clan had the abilities to destroy the demon king however this was never confirmed and what was left of the tribe was ashes and blood.

"apologise now all of you!"

the queen would demand. Whilst the young boys would cower and plea for forgiveness bakugou would huff in annoyance before rolling his eyes and apologising himself. y/n on the contrary would apologise immediately however as the boys walked off she'd make sure to stick her tongue out mocking the lot.

"y/n i saw that"

"SORRY QUEEN MOTHER!"

authors note: ive had this tragic story in my head for quite some time and honestly i dont think im the best at writing (safe to say chapter 1 was not as good as i thought it would come out) if any writers are interested in this story and would like to write it out for me i would really appreciate it slide me a dm or a comment and ill get to you. hope it wasn't an eyesore for u guys oops but yh have a good day!! oh yh and reader is originally indian lol.

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[gaian-phoenix]

The Phoenix, the Moon and the Stone

“I am the bennu bird which is in Annu, Heliopolis, Cairo, City of the Sun, and I am the keeper of the volume of the book of things which are and of things which shall be. I came into being from unformed matter, I created myself in the image of the god Khepera, and I grew in the form of plants. I am hidden in the likeness of the Tortoise. I am formed out of the atoms of all the gods.

I am the yesterday of the four quarters of the world, and I am the seven uraei which came into existence in the East, the mighty one who illumineth the nations by his body. He is god in the likeness of Set; and Thoth dwelleth in the midst of them by judgment of the dweller in Sekhem and of the spirits of Annu.

I sail among them, and I come; I am crowned, I am become a shining one, I am mighty, I am become holy among the gods.

I am the god Khonsu, Lunar Traveller, Embracer, Pathfinder, Defender, and Healer, who driveth back all that opposeth him.”

From “The Egyptian Book of the Dead” (1550 BCE).

“The hieroglyph of the Stone of the Philosophers is ♁, which undergoing the action of Fire within the crucible becomes the Philosophers’s Stone, the resurrected Saviour or the flaming Phoenix.”

From “The Golden Game” by Stanislas Klossowski de Rola (1988).

“An effective means to achieve congress with the Phoenix is via the technique of Imaginal Projection. The Phoenix is a genuine living symbol: as such it possesses an innate mind and being which may be interacted with.

The Initiate must, however, first burn with an inward desire to do so. This is not merely a passing wish or fancy but a cultivated intention borne from a drive to commune with the Spirit of the Divine. It must be sincere and passionate, for it is from Passion alone that fire attracts Fire.

Then, with all the creativity in one's possession, one fashions the image of a Phoenix in perfect detail within one's sensorium. Every line, curve, attribute, feather and flame of Our Bird must be imagined and held in solid integrity in the Heart and Mind of the Initiate. Success in this will be achieved once the Imagined Symbol becomes the Living Creature, and this cannot be described, only experienced. Once Our Bird achieves life and movement within the sensorium of the Initiate, it must then not be allowed to escape

The Initiate unites his own soul with the spirit of the Phoenix. This is accomplished through the Heart, wherein lies a secret umbilicus that is projected into the burning center of the Aves Ignis (“Bird of Fire”). This has many names but is verily the ancient and literal Dart of Eros. The means of projection may only be learned in the moment of its projection, and this, again, cannot be described, only performed.

Once this vital communion has been established it is then possible for the Initiate as the Phoenix itself to arise as a vehicle for Ascension and traverse the realms of the Zoösphere with impunity and knowledge.

The Initiate has then become what was once imagined, and what has been imagined has once more arisen and become what it has always been, what it is, and what it shall be: the immortal Phoenix of Eternity, the veritable reality of the Zoösphere in Manifestation and Perfect Form.”

From “Arcanum Bestiarum” by Robert Fitzgerald (2012).

[cosmic-metanoia]

A Potentially Interesting Friendship

*Spoilers for FFXV & FFXVI :)*

I couldn't help but notice that Noctis (FFXV) and Joshua (FFXVI), while different from each other in terms of motivations and personalities, have a lot in common in terms of their backstories:

*Both are the chosen ones in their respective kingdoms - Noctis as the One True King and Joshua as the future Archduke of Rosaria/the Phoenix's Dominant

*Both lose their fathers suddenly and tragically.

*Both have to deal with their own physical limits as children - Noctis with a knee/leg injury and Joshua with his overall health.

*Both live sheltered lives of royalty until their kingdoms are toppled over.

*Both of their fathers believe in them and their legacies push them to become the leaders that they were born to be.

*Both are gone for a period of time from the public eye - Noctis becomes dormant in the Crystal for 10 years while Joshua is away for 18 years while under the care of the Undying.

*Both emerge from their period of absence better than ever in their glow up era!

*Both sacrifice themselves in order to save humanity.

*Both hate carrots/vegetables (come on, you KNEW this was coming!)

*Both have dedicated retainers that take their own roles VERY seriously and would die for their masters. Ignis for Noctis and Jote for Joshua. (I have a HC where Jote and Ignis would get along and have a mutual understanding between each other regarding their duties. Maybe they'd even offer each other helpful advice on dealing with their stubborn masters, lol!)

It would be interesting to see Noctis and Joshua form a friendship based on the bonding of their mutual struggles and heavy burdens.

[pyrohearts]

fire themed names & pronouns

names - adena, aster, blaze, calcifer, elio, ember, ena, enya, flame, flint, fyre, helio, hugo, ignatius, keagan, phoenix, pyro, salana, solana, soleil, toralei

pronouns - ash/ashes, blast/blasts, burn/burns, fi/fire, flae/flame, he/helio, heat/heats, hot/hots, igni/ignite, py/pyro, spark/sparks, sun/suns, sweat/sweats