#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

[phoenixphantomrise]

Dabbling with character design again. And I ended up drawing my version of Ember McLain, 10 years later. Enjoy!

[comicwaren]

From X-Manhunt Omega #001, “Dreams End”

Art by Gleb Melnikov, Federica Mancin, Enid Balám and Brian Reber

Written by Murewa Ayodele and Gail Simone

[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)

[morgynember]

November 7th, 2009

I thought after transitioning I would finally be at peace. I thought becoming the Sage of the most powerful school of magic would fix things for me. Not for one second, none of what I fought for, worked for, trained for, even read about... could have possibly prepared me for this. None of my 1,544 years of experience can even begin to scratch the surface of Samhain 2009. That day single-handedly changed my life. I lost half of myself that day, quite literally. He’s sitting across from me as I write this in my journal. It’s peculiar having him physically in my life rather than that constant nagging voice in my head, as a roommate and not shoved away in the darkest recesses of my consciousness, held back by my bracelet. I tried not to think about him, about the atrocities he had committed while I sat hostage in my own mind. But now I have to when I see my own corrupted face staring back at me from across the room. I only see the horrors he’s acted upon that almost brought the Realm crashing down. I’m ashamed of him, I’m ashamed that I even allowed him to be out on my own terms, I am ashamed of everything he’s done using my body. I broke my oath because of him; a Sage is supposed to protect the Realm, not hurt it. How am I supposed to love myself now when everything I hate about myself is staring right back at me every day of my life?

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[sovaghoul]

Tumblr dot com has been recommending me new (at least to me) Ghost fanartists and so many of them are using "Sodo Ghoul" in their tags and even in their images and I am at my fucking limmies about it bro

[trainingdummyrabbit]

hmhmm.. unicorn binah. discuss.

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

https://x.com/HawtDawg65

[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

[lakeside-paradise]

Happy Almost Christmas

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @emberfairlight

"I've got two bottles of wine and just one of me," Jagger grins at the blonde, holding up the bottles. "So my proposition for you is - if you help me drink these bottles then I will let you choose the movie we watch tonight."

[terpilin]

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

[crow-aeris]

i had too much to say, so i gotta move it here 😔

the og post is here

@king-chimaera tysm for the wonderful comment, and yeah, you got it right! the body was never alive in the first place. and sure, it could fool human eyes and machines, but never a creature’s whose very life centers around the cycle of life and death :3

I think (I say as if I’m not the writer) talia orchestrated the “kidnapping” and was able to convince ra’s to keep jason and “train” him to guard damian (aka, Talia wants bruce to 100% accept Damian, and what better way to do that than to sweeten bruce and have him lower his guard?)

Ra’s and talia were debating on whether or not to dunk jason’s body in the pit when the sensors and wires around jason’s grave were tripped (because I doubt they’d leave the grave unwatched, especially since they’re dealing with Bruce “I love contingencies more than I love vengeance” Wayne) and they send a ninja to investigate. turns out, a little defenseless phoenix is ripe for the taking, and so who were ra’s and talia to give up a solution presented to them on a golden platter?

not only that, with a phoenix, they would be able to consistently heal any and all injuries their forces sustain, and that would allow them to become even more of a threat than they already were

but yes, I think talia was the one who wanted Jason, but Ra’s wants Tim. To a man obssessed with eternity, what could possibly be sweeter than the promise of immortality?

[morgynember]

1987.

I honestly never thought waking up at 5:30 in the morning would pay off like this, but here we are. Straud is dead. But somehow it feels anticlimactic in a way, even if his head is in a trash bag on my front lawn. I dreamed and daydreamed about this moment for half a millenium. I was always the one to do it - I had never expected one of his clan to dismantle him from the inside. I've always assumed he had dictatorial control over his people.

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transcript below

Morgyn's House - Spellcaster's Family Mansion by JessicaPie

[loud thump noise, followed by a knock]

MORGYN: Probably those damn teenagers again... [sigh] you never know though.

M: Dumping trash next to Mom's grave is a new low...

M: First the grave now my plasmafruit, who the hell-

M: [gasps] Oh Realms, a vampire, they found me...