#Embers of the Phoenix

[lakeside-paradise]

[phoenix-arts7]

All right, fine. I'm true to my word. Here you guys go.

A little while back I wanted to draw a bit of the TotK dragon outfits. I used Time because he has the bulkier body type I'm more used to drawing (muscular characters I tend to use more when I want to practice anatomy). Honestly they turned out pretty good.

Bonus ember bust:

That electric one gave me a lot of trouble but the underarm anatomy looks great. Still need work on the abs, though. Also a Wolfos gave him that scar on his side.

let me be clear that Time would never wear these unless they held some situational advantage or he lost a bet. He's not really into flashy outfits

[crow-aeris]

Okay but like, imagine:

a little phoenix!Tim finding out that Jason died, and goes absolutely balistic. He sneaks out in the middle of the night and into the cemetary. He brings a shovel, a crowbar, and gets to digging.

in the dead of night, illuminated by only the glowing orange-red light of his wings, Tim pries open a wooden coffin with dirty and splintered hands before peering down at the resting body. It was bruised, burned, lifeless, and Tim could feel some part of himself SHRIEK at the wrongness. Tim assumes it’s beacuase he’s desecrating the resting place of his personal hero… but little does he know…

Why does he feel this unsettled? He’s seen dead bodies before, so why does Jason’s make him feel… disgusted?

with shaky hands, tim plucks out one of his primaries, a beautiful glowing thing capable of bringing back dead rabbits and dogs. he gingerly places it on the center of jason’s chest, waiting with baited breath, but…

Why wasn’t it working?

WHY WASN’T IT WORKING?!

Panic seizes Tim’s throat, but h forces himself to remain calm. Surely there’s a reason for this, right? He’s only ever tested his feathers on animals, and- and animals don’t wear clothes, so that must be the thing stopping him, right?

His hands are shaking, trembling and twitching as he tried to undo the suit Jason was buried in. Tim knows he’d hate this- both the suit and the dying- but what can a dead kid do to stop what happens after death?

Nausea rises in his stomach and bile burns the back of his throat, but Tim forces himself to continue. Goddamnit he’ll continue, even if it kills him. As long as Jason comes back, he’ll continue.

The sound of fabric tearing fills the air, but Tim could barely hear it over his rabbit-quick heart pounding in his ears.

Tim tries again, resting the feather onto Jason’s cold, unmoving chest…

But- but there was nothing.

Nothing- why wasn’t anything happening?!

The plucked feather was slowly losing its glow the longer it was severed from Tim’s body. If it had been used, then the feather would’ve glowed brighter before shattering into hundreds of smaller sparks and being absorbed into the creature’s skin. The light would disperse from the original point before settling and healing the wounds from the level of most, to least lethal. The smaller the feather, the less the effect the healing took…

He’s tried to heal the dead before, and it always worked on animals, so why. Wasn’t. It. WORKING?

Tim clenched his jaw, eyes narrowed with frustration before bringing his wing closer to to chest. He reached up for a handful of feathers before YANKING.

The sharp and metallic taste of blood coated his tongue as tears blurred his vision. A fistful of bright glowing feathers lit of Jason’s peaceful expression. Tim felt his breath hitching with the pain, but he shoved past it. Instead, Tim forced his handful of primaries, coverts, and down against Jason’s chest…

And yet, it refused to work.

It refused to work.

Why was it refusing to work?!

He wailed.

“WHY. WON’T. YOU. WORK?!” Tim screamed, tears staining his cheeks, rolling down his chin and splashing against the fading feathers. The familiar tingling sensation spread from his back, reaching his brusied and battered hands before coalescing in his bloodied lip. He sobbed, collapsing into the disturbed earth as his tears stained Jason’s suit jacket. Tim’s throat ached from the scream, but he managed to sob out, “Why won’t you work? I just want Jason back… Please, I just want Robin back…”

Distracted and drowning in his grief, tim didn’t realize the assassing clothed in darkness creep up behind him. Pressing a damp cloth against his nose and mouth. He tried to fight, a strangled scream fleeing his lips for the barest of seconds before everything was engulfed in darkness.

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Hey y’all… if enough ppl show support for this little story, I’ll continue to write ;]

I’ve already thought out how tim’s healing works :3 (please ask me, I’m literally going feral here)

Part two is up, and it’s here! (I literally love hyperlinks so much)

[tinygryphon-58570]

One happy little Fire family ready to party all week long! Happy Flameforger's! \o0o/

[landonkirbyappreciation]

I'm taking back the life you stole

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

[terpilin]

The Lich is now experiencing warm embrace instead of cold ones ~

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @emberfairlight

There was a coy grin against his lips as his gaze fell on the blonde, head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he settled himself beside her on a nearby bench. "Now there is something incredibly wrong with this picture," Jagger hums. "Because there is no way a pretty girl like yourself is sat all by herself at a party like this."

[speargifted]

"Father! Ambrosia let me ride her!" Joshua was positively beaming. He knew Ambrosia could be difficult for people to interact with, but she'd always liked him and he was very proud of that fact.

@fire-branded liked for a starter with babby joshua

[aro-culture-is]

Hi I'm questioning if im Aro and am wonder if this makes sense with being Aro

I tend to view a relationship as a bond between two really good friends who want to spend their lives together

I dont view kissing, hugging ect as just romantic.

I think best friends should be able too I love the idea of friends getting married and even if its not romantic living together and spending their lives together

I dont get the hype about big expensive weddings

i just assumed wanting to get close with someone and be really good friends was a crush

I never understood what ppl meant by someone being attractive

I have the tunnel vision thing where i hyperfixation if I find someone cool or interesting and realize i was mistaking that as crushes

I assumed if you wanted to be above best friends like super close that meant dating

I realized i dont really care if i get married bc i just thought it was expected of me because thats just what people do. I didn't realize romantic attraction was a feeling and people actually feel a certain emotion? I just assumed every one when they met some decided if they fit their boxes of if i could see them fitting in my life/preferences and chose people that way

Like yeah i love my friends but i dont really value them any differently then say a partner. A partner would have high priority but i still care for everyone

honestly, if this is still helpful -

this sounds almost exactly like what i thought before i realized i was aro. this sounds, honestly, reminiscent of a post about "signs you might be aro" from ages ago.

i can't tell you for sure your identity - but... i'd strongly advise following aromantic blogs, stories, etc and seeing how you feel about the idea that you might be aro. I link to it in my pinned post, but AUREA is a great resource for a variety of terms, concepts, articles, and such :)

[goddess-of-alchemy]

[lakeside-paradise]

Sometimes you take a random screenshot by accident and it turns out beautiful

[phoenix--flying]

Titans Win AU; Intro Profiles - Cabin Eleven

*this au takes place around Sea of Monsters *the current summer is not counted in the amount of summers theyve spent at camp, as they never finished the summer session

Camp Half-Blood Cabins Big Three | Two | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Twelve

Travis Stoll (He/Him) Travis is a thirteen year old son of Hermes, he has five beads and is the head counselor of his cabin. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood.

Connor Stoll (He/Him) Connor is an eleven year old son of Hermes, he has five beads and is an honorary counselor for his cabin. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of Travis.

Eris Brooks (He/Him) Eris is a ten year old unclaimed demigod, he has zero beads. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Blaise Baker (He/Him) Blaise is a thirteen year old son of Hermes, he has three beads. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Chloe Clark (She/Her) Chloe is an eleven year old daughter of Hermes, she has three beads. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of her counselor.

Harlow Porter (He/Him) Harlow is a ten year old son of Hermes, he has four beads. He has a full sibling, Penelope, who's been missing since the last summer ended. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Dolion Angelis (He/Him) Dolion is a fifteen year old son of Hermes, he has three beads and is the twin brother to Cassandra. He's currently missing.

Cassandra ‘Cassie’ Angelis (She/Her) Cassie is a fifteen year old daughter of Hermes, she has three beads and is the twin sister to Dolion. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of her counselor.

Reseda Padilla (She/Her) Reseda is a fourteen year old unclaimed demigod, she has three beads. She's currently missing.

Saxon Medina (He/Him) Saxon is an eleven year old unclaimed demigod, he has three beads. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Kaylus Clayton (He/Him) Kaylus is a thirteen year old unclaimed demigod, and he only has one bead. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Cameron Buck (He/Him) Cameron is a thirteen year old unclaimed demigod, he has four beads and is currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Aiden Hill (He/Him) Aiden is a thirteen year old unclaimed demigods. He only has one beads and is currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Ember Marie (She/Her) Ember is a fourteen year old unclaimed demigod, she has four beads. She's currently missing.

Dierdre Griffith (She/Her) Dierdre is a thirteen year old unclaimed demigod, and she has three beads. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of her counselor.

[crow-aeris]

More of my little phoenix!tim au, much thanks to @king-chimaera for the ideas and help wrangling the plot line :3

(I really need a name for this thing, and ideas would be much appreciated 😔)

Part 1 can be found here

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When Tim wakes up, he’s somewhere dark. Dim… Empty…

An odd feeling tugs at the back of his brain but he doesn’t know why. When he tries to move, he can hear something rusting and clinking. He frowns and tries to see where the sound was coming from, but it seemed to only come when he moves?

Tim huffs in irritation, pulling his wings coser to himself to try and see what was happening. The light from his feathers was faint, but it was good enough. There was something that attached his wrists, and following the rope, Tim’s eyes were drawn to the wall. He was on a bed of some sort, but it was small, soft, and piled on with blankets?

This wasn’t- this wasn’t his bed! and these- these weren’t his clothes either. In fact, this wasn’t his room, his house, his- his anything! Was- did- did he get kidnapped?!

A panicked sound escapes his throat as Tim pulls at the rope, his breathing quickening as blood rushes to his ears.

God, he knew this was going to happen! Mom had even reminded him before she and dad left for Ecuador! He was- why did he have to be so STUPID?

Plus, why would his kidnappers dress him in something so light, put him on a bed, and chain him down? They- they must want to keep a pretty little birdy they found as a pet, or- or- or even- or even worse, they want to- god, what if that wanted to-

Tim gags, feeling bile burn at the back of his throat as he yanked harder on the rope.

He was hyperventilating- no, he needed to stop. He needs to slow. Down!

But his thoughts jump to the worst-possible scenarios, of hands touching and touching and touching-

He’s heard the stories from the working girl near where Robin- oh god, Jason. If Tim’s here, that means he wasn’t able to bring Robin back, and he failed- of how absolutely vile some men were. Tim- Tim doesn’t want to go through that. He does not. Tim was young, be he wasn’t naive.

He needs to leave. Now. Or else he’ll never get to go home… He’s heard the statistics, and he knows that the instant his kidnappers grow bored of him, then they’ll try and kill him but realize that he can’t die, and Tim knows three people off the top of his head who would love to live forever, and that’s- that’s not a life he wants.

Now, he has to think.

He sucks in a deep breath, forcing himself to relax and properly assess the situation.

Okay. He was in a dark room, roughly 8 by 9 feet with a ceiling 7 feet tall. The door was on the wall opposite of the bed, which was centered and pushed flush against the wall. The bed itself was almost bowl-like? Which was extremely weird, but it was almost the size of a queen size bed. The ceiling had one of those boob lights he forgets the name of, meaning wherever his kidnappers were keeping him had electricity.

His clothes were loose, looking middle-eastern of origin. His shirt had two slits in the back that allowed for his wings to stick through. There was some wiggle room, so that may come in handy… Tim lifts his wings and flares them open to try and get more light in the room. To his right was what seemed like a window covered with curtains. The curtains didn’t look particularly thick, wich meant that the darkness was likely because it was nighttime.

In the dark, Tim’s wings would put him at an extreme disadvantage, what with the glowing and whatnot, but maybe…

He gnawed thoughtfully on his lip, narrowing his eyes in concentration as he tried to pull his wings into his shirt. It might be thin, but it would greatly help decrease the light he’s giving off.

Tim takes a deep breath and feels around his wrists. His hands were individually bound by rope, which still allowed him a great range of movement. He pushes a finger against the base of the knot, working his way upward to feel out roughly how the thing was tied. Light would be great right now, but Tim couldn’t be bothered to maneuver his wings back out. Instead, he leans forward, using his teeth to hold the rope in place while his other hand slowly but surely loosens the rope until he’s able to free his left hand. His right hand was significantly harder on account of his left being his nondominant hand, but Tim manages.

He suffles out of the strangely shaped bed, slowly and deliberately making his way toward the door. There was a singular, smooth, round knob that lacked a distinctive key hole. The rest of the door was smooth too, not a single latch or locking mechanism in sight. That means, either the locks were on the outside- trapping him in like a prisoner, or worse, a pet- or whoever was keeping him didn’t bother to place him in a locked room at all, whoch would be stupid.

Turns out, his kidnapper was not stupid. Tim had tried to twist the knob open quietly, but it refused to budge.

Damnit.

Okay, what else can he try? Robin has gotten out of plenty situations before- so surely Tim can too! (he ignores that Robin ad Batman, while he was painfully, painfully, alone.)

Okay, so what else could he try?

Well, he couldn’t hear any sound from the otherside of the door, which probably meant that there were no guards posted. There was a small gap between the door and the wall, but if only he had a card or something on hand, then that would be amazing.

He trails around the perimeter of the room before reaching the windows. Pushing aside the curtains, he carefully examines the glass. Outside was dark, but he can still see shapes moving below. If he was to smash the glass and escape, then he’d be spotted and that would be no good. So, without anything new, Tim returns to the door.

Now, as he moves his hand to the other side of the door, he feels… hinges.

Gears begin to twist in his head as time experimentally knocks on the door… No response.

Okay, now he can set to work. Hinges mean hinge pins, and hinge pins can be removed. This was going to be painful, but Tim won’t die from it.

So, he grits his teeth, and wedges his thumb nail under the first hinge pin.

It hurts. God, it hurt so fucking much. Warm blood trips down his hand as his nail was being torn away from the nailbed, but the constant warm tingling continued to heal all damage done.

He flinches as the first hinge pin pops out eventually, sucking in deep, laboured breaths as sweat beaded his forehead. Regardless, Tim licked his lips anxiously and decides to use his other hand for the remaining hinge.

The last pin was removed after almost thirty seconds of slow, and painful, pushing. Tim wheezes as the last pin popped out, blinking away the tears in his eyes and swallowing back the sob that built in his throat. It hurts, even with the healing, but he needed to press forward.

He needs to find Jason.

Tim gradually wiggles the door bit by bit until he slips it out of the doorframe, his arms protesting and aching at the strain. Despite this, he can’t help the rush of euphoria at the promise of freedom!

The phoenix snares his bottom lip in between his teeth. Finally- FINALLY!

He can taste freedom and hope dance across his tongue, soaring through his chest as hs gently and soundlessly sets the door down on the ground. Tim sucks in a breath, giddy with glee, and as he ducks out of the open doorframe-

He’s bathed in light.

“GAH!” he yelps, jerking back at the sudden change in light, his feet catching on something before sending him down-down-down.

The wind was knocked from his chest, the hope rising in his chest was swiftly quashed as he blinked open tear-filled eyes, Above him loomed a man with searingly green irises and an intrigued and amused expression. Behind him stood rows upon rows of dark-clad people, and Tim felt dread pool in his gut.

“Well done, Timothy,” the man says slowly, the words creeping like insect legs inching along his back, “You are truly something to behold.”

And as he was hoisted to his feet, Tim couldn’t help but feel as if his fate was being sealed.

…How was he going to find Jason now?

[leo-fie]

Fulgrim observing the Granikus Pass Campaign

by me, charcoal on paper

Fanart to the fancomic "Ember Phoenix" by u/Hawtdawg65 on reddit, specifically Chapter 3

[tennesseewynter]

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