#Poenix

[skylarstark4826]

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The cabin lighting has been reduced to shipboard night, and everyone seems to have found a corner to slip into for a few minutes rest.

Everyone.

Poe Dameron isn't one for feeling helpless. He's more the shoot-first-and-ask-questions-never type, but right now, he's feeling discouraged down to his very marrow. 'Everyone' consists of about a dozen people and 'driods; all that's left of the once-mighty Resistance. So many friends, people he'd fought beside, bled for and pledged to die for if necessary, and they're all just gone, cut down by the First Order in a ruthless display of power that had sucked whatever hope they'd had left right out the airlock.

He wonders if things would have been different if he hadn't pushed so hard to destroy the Dreadnaught during the evacuation. General Organa would tell him to get his head out of his afterburners, that there's nothing he could have done about the low fuel reserves or the First Order simply waiting for them to stall so they could pick off the Resistance ships one at a time.

Doesn't change the fact that he feels like he should have done something more, or maybe just listened to the General when she'd tried to call off the attack instead of charging ahead and giving the First Order time to put a trace on the Raddus. Retreat has never been his strong suit, and doing something has always been preferable to doing nothing, but sometimes being smart is better than being brave. It's the lesson the General had been trying to teach him for so long, but he's just too lazerbrained to get it.

"Stop."

Poe raises his head, peering up at the shadow that's fallen over him. He ghosts a smile when he recognizes Kaydel Connix and her cute-as-a-button buns silhouetted against the dim overhead lights.

"Stop what?" he asks quietly.

She settles down beside him, not far from the alcove where Finn is curled up with Rose Tico, practically willing her to be okay. The kid's come a long way, and Poe is as surprised as anyone that he's taken to Rose; they're such opposites, but maybe that's why they seem to work.

Kaydel curls into him, nudging until his arms settle around her shoulders. She presses her forehead into his cheek, taking a deep breath, and then another. He can feel the stress bleeding away, so he pulls her closer, tucking her body into his. She's been busy since the jump to light speed, finding everyone a spot to bunk, a bit of water and food. It's what she's good at—organizing—so he'd left her to it while he'd… ruminated.

"You get everyone settled?"

She sighs. "Yes. Rey and Chewie are sitting up in the cockpit, and I left the General in the Captain's quarters to get some sleep."

Poe figures that's the last place Leia Organa wants to be, a room filled with the echoes of the man she's only just lost after finding him again. But he also knows that the General has never pushed away the hard things, and she's not likely to start now. And despite their dire circumstances, she'd been full of hope before she'd been bundled off to bed. Even through the sadness pressing in on him, he'd felt that spark.

"At least I got you to stop," she murmurs.

"Stop what?" he asks again.

"Brooding," she says, snuggling still closer, draping her legs over his until she's practically in his lap. He tugs her the rest of the way, wrapping both arms around her until she's pressed into him as close as she can be. "Mmmm, better."

Poe huffs a laugh. "I'm not a piece of furniture, but I'm glad you're comfortable. And for the record, I wasn't brooding."

"Oh?" she asks. "What would you call it, then?"

"Thinking," he says. "Ruminating, maybe. But not brooding."

"Right," she says, clearly not convinced. She pulls back a little so she can look him in the eye. "You're brooding, wondering if you could have done anything differently to get a different outcome."

"How did you—"

"Pfft," she says, waving a hand, "you're a pilot. 'If it moves, shoot it. If it doesn't, it paint it green.' Isn't that what you pilots always say?"

"I think you have me confused with ground troops," he says on a huff of laughter.

Kaydel shrugs. "Eh, whatever. My point is, you always need to be doing something, but sometimes, the best course of action is to wait. Not easy for you, I get it."

"I'm a pilot, Kay," he says quietly. "It's my job to shoot at things. If I can't do that, what good am I?"

"You know," she says, "there's a saying on Kashyyyk: 'The wroshyr tree dreams of one day touching the stars; but until that day comes, it offers shelter to the treelizard.'"

Poe tips his head back, staring up at the ceiling of the Millennium Falcon as Kaydel snuggles up with him once more. He's reminded of the conversation he had with the General on board the evacuation shuttle. She'd been trying to tell him the same thing, perhaps a bit more pointedly, but he thinks he got what she was saying. Don't try to be the big hero, just do the job in front of you, no matter how big or small.

But that still doesn't change the fact that he was the Squadron Commander, and all those people were lost on his watch. He's going to feel that responsibility for a long time to come.

"She lost them too, you know," Kaydel says quietly. "You think she feels any less responsible?"

He opens his mouth to dispute that, but he knows he can't. For all that he was in charge of the squadron when they lost the bombers, General Organa was in charge of the Resistance. They were her losses, too. All the bomber pilots, the cruisers, the evac shuttles, the ground troops. They were hers before they were his.

"How does she do it?" he asks into the silence. "How does she come back from the losses time and time again?"

"Hope," Kaydel whispers. "She has hope." She pulls back and looks at him, her expression soft and kind of sad in the low light. "Hope. The spark that will light the fire—"

"That will win the battles before us," he finishes for her.

"It's the truth that this Resistance was built on, and the Rebellion before it," she says. "We honor the sacrifices of those we lose, because it's their hope in a better future that provides the fuel for the days ahead. It's not going to be easy—it never is—but as long as we have hope, the future is ours."

He reaches up and cups her cheek, his heart singing with love for this spitfire of a woman. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she says, grinning. "Now, we've lived to fight another day. What say we celebrate?"

Poe raises an eyebrow. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"Just this," she says. 

She leans in close, pressing her lips to his. His heart skips a beat, and then he's kissing her, pulling her close as he pours all his loss, longing, and yes, hope into the kiss. His hands roam everywhere they can reach, not trying to excite, more like making sure she really is here and whole. He can feel her hands in his hair, holding on as if afraid he'll disappear if she lets go. He knows the feeling; he's more grateful than he can ever say that she'd come through the evacuation and subsequent attacks alive and well.

Finally, after long minutes, he gentles the kiss, pulling back until their foreheads are pressed together. "I love you," he whispers.

He can feel her smile more than he can see it. "I know," she says. "I love you, too. Always."

"If you two are finished making out over there, I'd like to get some sleep."

Poe chuckles as he casts a glance over at Finn. "Sorry, buddy."

Kaydel burrows into his chest, hiding her shaking shoulders as she tries to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside her. Poe presses a kiss to her head, his own chuckle slipping out between breaths.

"Try to get some sleep, sweetheart," he whispers. "Big day tomorrow."

Kaydel hums, but it seems she's already halfway to sleeping because she just goes limp in his arms, her breathing steady as she drifts off. Poe presses another kiss to her hair and tips his own head back to lean against the wall. It's not the most comfortable place to sleep, sprawled out on the floor with his back against the wall, but he figures as long as he has his friends around him, and Kaydel in his arms, he can face anything. Even an uncertain future.

~Finis

[wweeird]

sooo vicious

it feels like this piece is the most mixed media thing I've ever done:

[ewa-jednak-chce-spac]

(art by PhantomRin)

[theredcuyo]

I imagine Mia seeing her student get every single piece of paper where Miles Edgeworth is, this guy with a terrible personality and dubious methods as she remembers, and then think to herself “I already knew you had bad taste, but i didn’t think it was this bad”

For the record, i do think she knew about Phoenix becoming a lawyer for the chance of seeing him again, but that doesn’t change the fact that she can’t understand this crush he has on the man

[soppsop]

poenix wrigth

[wingedhallows]

ancient one; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x fem!oc) | 2.8k words plot: The Order of the Poenix was out of options, the war came nearer and nearer. Their only option is to conjur a being so dark and sinister, it is said, who can bring the downfall of the dark side. In order to get the freedom she so greatly seeks she agrees to help but as Sirius and Noir get together something bigger and greater is revealed. authors note: hi hi, this will be a short three to four part series! I hope u like it :) If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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The air was tense, uncertainty filled the room. Of course the members of The Order Of The Phoenix knew why they were here and what was about to happen. Sirius stood next to his friends, Remus had his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Albus had made it clear that the Order was out of options and the stakes were high. Lily stood close to her husband, hands intertwined.

Alastor Moody layed out some form of ash on the stone ground. Albus Dumbledore shuffled through an old book which seemed to break apart any minute.

“Gather around, come on.” The old wizard waved his free hand and the others gathered in a circle, slow but surely.

“Hold each other's hands.” He instructed. He placed the old book on a run down wooden table behind him and reached for the hands of the people next to him. 

“We are gathered here tonight for something we all agreed on.” The old wizard paused, the mood still weary. Sirius knew damn well this gathering meant.

“The being we will conjure is a dangerous but well tempered individual. The only recorded name is Noir. Don’t interact with him before we establish a deal.” The wizards around didn’t know what to think of this. The act of conjuring beings, dangerous or not, was considered a crime. 

Albus didn’t waste any time and recited the old text the best he could.

She didn’t know what time it was, what day or even what year as the flickering portal opened. The blinding light made her cold heart jump. Oh, how long she had waited for this moment to come.

She had waited patiently for the door to the other side to open, for someone to call her name and need her. To sacrifice a part of themselves for her to give them a helping hand. 

She had done this before, walking through the portal. To help kings and emperors to their success when little to no hope decorated their horizon. Only to be sent back by backwards trickery. It would be different this time, she was sure. She would take what was rightfully hers.

With one foot through the portal, her toes connected with the wooden floor beneath her.

The candles flickered and a cold wind made its way through the open windows. She had missed the weather, the coldness of the earth. It must’ve surely been centuries since someone had made use of the portal.

“We welcome you, Noir.” Her eyes focused on an old man. She had seen her fair share of old people, none of them had ever had this much facial hair. She took a deep breath.

“My birth name, that’s refreshing, isn’t it?” Her voice low, scratchy even. She hadn’t spoken in a long time.

“It’s the only name we know of.” He said, a smirk made its way on her face.

“I’ve had a lot of different names in the past.” Albus let his hands fall to his sides as he watched the woman. He expected a male, someone who looked more like the recordings, not that her appearance wasn’t frightening.

Her dark hair went all the way to her calves, her hands and feet were adorned with dark markings and two small horns adorned the top of her head. The recordings fit, only that she wasn’t  a male at all.

“There is a reason we summoned y-”What year is it?” She interrupted the old wizard and turned around, she made her way past two young people, a man and a woman who without protest let her pass.

He hands propped on the window sill eager to see what the world beyond it looked like. She saw parts of a castle but no buildings other than that.

“It’s the year 1970.” A young man answered, she liked the tone of his voice. Her eyes found his. With slow steps she walked over to the man who answered her.

“I’ve been locked away for over two hundred years then.” His eyes found hers and she cocked her head. Something about the man seemed familiar but she had looked upon millions of faces before.

“We would like to offer you an agreement.” The old wizard broke their eye contact and she moved her head to look at him. “Of course.” 

“There is a war coming, bigger and greater than we’ve ever seen.” She picked at her nails as she sighed. “There’s always a war-”

”Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore.” He answered. She nodded.

“Albus.” “We would like for you to help our side, to put an end to this madness.” She tilted her head.

“So, do you consider yourself the good side?” Albus nodded, clasping his arms in front of him.

“We believe so, this mindless killing is the work of someone who is eager to have everything the world has to give. There’s only so much we can do, so we ask you to help us.” 

“I’ve seen many men fighting over land, women, treasure but never have I seen them fight for the greater good.” She paused to shift her weight on her other leg.

“But to ask such a thing from someone like me, someone who holds names such as doom, slaughterer or darkness, is daring.” Albus gave her a small smile and nodded.

“You didn’t have those names at one point in your life, right?” Noir doesn’t answer but tilted her head in question.

“You were righteous once, believed to do the right thing. You were used and betrayed by mankind but we want neither.”

All emotion has left her face, the pain evident again.

“I thought you loved me?” He scoffed in her face, the dagger buried deep in her chest. “How could I love something like you?” Her tears coated her cheeks as she gasped for air, the pain of the dagger in her chest burning like hot iron. 

The dark marks worked their way on her limbs again, the horns built themselves on top of her head. With her teeth grinding and blinding hate of his horrible betrayal she grasped the dagger and pulled it from her chest. 

Not a drop of blood left her supernatural form and without much thought she plunged the weapon in the chest of the man she once loved. She huffed and grunted as she watched him struggle. 

They weren’t meant to be, though she didn’t want to believe the words which others of her kind have said she was certain now, she wasn’t made for mankind. Mankind betray, take and slaughter.

“I doom you, Noir.” He whispered through the sparks of blood. “To serve mankind forever.”

Without a deal she wouldn’t give any of them anything in return ever again.

“I was young and foolish.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Happens to the best of us.” Albus nodded and took a step towards the woman. Noir eyed the man but didn’t waver.

“Help us put an end to this madness and we’ll give you whatever you desire.” Her eyebrows rushed upwards. She thought for a moment.

“Free me.”

She answered. He didn’t answer. She raised her hand.

“Free me from these shackles, to never serve a human ever again and I’ll help you fight this war.” He raised his hand and grabbed hers. He gave her a small smile and answered.

“It’s my pleasure to give you freedom, Noir. Thank you for fighting in a war which isn’t yours.”

The castle was big, not the first she had seen but a rather impressive one at least.

She was surprised to find out that this castle was a school rather than a home to an emperor or a rich family. Humans liked to flaunt their riches, however big they were.

“You’ll stay with James and Lily Potter for the time being. There are many people who mean to harm them.” She watched the couple. How lovingly they held each other.

“They have a small son, a real sunshine.” He commented. Noir was unsure what to think of that. Children have never taken a liking to her, they were rather frightened of her.

“Sirius, won’t you take Noir to her chamber, it’s pretty late.” Albus urged the young man who had answered her question before. The man nodded and walked up to Noir with a small smile on his face.

"I don’t sleep.” She said, the halls echoing her every word. “Well” Albus didn’t have an answer to that so Sirius spoke.

“We’re having a drink later, why don’t you join us?” Noir seemed to weigh her options. It might not be wrong to get to know these humans beforehand.

“We’ll be on our way then, Albus.” 

Lily and James’ home was cozy, rather small for a family but many things must’ve changed in the three hundred years she spent in confinement. 

The others left their shoes at the entrance, Noir didn’t have any. James had brought out a bottle of alcohol and the other two, Remus and Sirius, sat themselves down.

Lily went to get Harry, their son, from his crib. She took the cup in her hands and sipped at the liquid, the warmth spreading in her throat.

“That’s firewhiskey, really good, huh?” Sirius gave her a small smile. She nodded and took another sip.

Lily came back in with a baby in hand. The little one squeaked with excitement. Noir watched her, how lovingly she caressed the infant.

“He wouldn’t sleep anymore.” Without another thought wasted she hid her appearance, the dark marks and the horns disappearing in a flash.

“Woah, you can do that?” James commented and Noir only nodded. She took another sip of the firewhiskey.

“Not to scare the child.” Lily gave her a small smile. “He’s hardly scared.” She walked up to Noir and held the baby to face her. She tried her best to look as friendly as possible. The baby grabbed for her, his face scrunched in what appeared to be a smile.

“Hi there.” She tried as he held her finger out for the kid to take.

“Try it.” Lily spoke, a small smile on her face.

“I’ve never been good with children.” Lily frowned and stroked her baby’s head. Noir eyed her once more before looking at the three men at the table.

None of them looked at her in the way she expected them to. She had earned a lot of disapproving looks in the past, looks of fright even of disgust but never looks of content. 

The baby still held on to her finger, slowly but surely she let her facade fall and the black markings faded into vision again. Her horns poked through her hair once again and she watched the kid with a beating heart.

She expected Harry to squeal in fear, to start crying even, but he did the opposite. He loosened his grip on her finger and with both arms raised he reached for her horns.

With his small hands he grabbed them and let out a happy squeal. His feet kicked in delight as he swayed Noir’s head a bit. She couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“See, he adores you.” James smiled at her.

Lily sat down with her baby in her arms and a small smile made its way onto Noir’s face. “I got a few questions.” Remus broke the silence and Noir looked at him, her cup once more in her face.

“Ask away.” She said.

“But before the interrogation starts, tell me cigarettes are still a thing.” Sirius laughed before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “Of course.” He took one out and held his lighter out to light it for her. She blew the smoke with a sigh. 

“They do look different but my god, has it been a while.” Sirius didn’t answer but watched her with a small smirk on his face. “Can’t imagine an hour without one, let alone two hundred years.”

“So, what’s up with the horns and stuff?” Lily hit Sirius’s arm and threw a small. “Sorry.” at Noir. She huffed a chuckle and took another sip of her cup before she took another drag of the well needed cigarette.

“Well, I’m not a human. There’s no one left of my kind but we were called Yamera a long time ago. We would reign over worlds, but I wasn’t careful enough. My kind was worshiped like gods.

However, I was born like this, with my marks and my horns. Humans fear me, in the past, as they will in the present..”

“You’re beautiful.” Sirius spoke, his eyes soft. It had been a long time since a human man complimented her and even then, it was a lie. She eyed him, unsure what to think of his compliment.

“Thank you.” She simply replied. 

“I was betrayed a long time ago, he doomed me to serve mankind for eternity.”

“That’s fucked up.” Sirius commented as Noir stomped her cigarette butt in the ashtray. 

“You amaze me, humans, as I remember them are stoic. They don’t engage when they don’t have to, they were always so hostile.” James hummed and placed his cup down.

“We evolved, I hope.” Noir chuckled and gave him a nod.

“It almost feels like I’m having a chat with my kind at home.” Lily gave her a smile. “I’m glad.”

There was a moment of silence before Sirius broke it.

“What’s the cause you fight for?” She asked, raising the cup once more before it was empty. Sirius mirrored her.

“It’s a little bit chaotic but there is a dark wizard who seeks a world without non magic folk. He plans to eradicate the world of half-bloods and make the muggles believe he’s some type of god. He calls himself Voldemort and has an army of Dark Wizards. Our ranks are strong but limited, that’s why we need your help.” She nodded and rested her head on her palm.

“Albus made a deal with me so you’ll have my help.” Remus nodded and took a sip from his cup.

“Do you need a deal to help us?” Sirius questions but Noir had to chuckle.

“No, I’m forced to help you when you summon me but I was foolish once, I was nice enough to help someone I later fell in love with but he drew a dagger through my chest so I decided that even when he doomed me to serve mankind for all eternity I’ll get something in return, whatever it was.”

“A dagger?” Lily gasped and you nodded.

“A human weapon can’t kill me, obviously, but it still hurts. The betrayal hurt more, though.” There was an uneasy silence between all of them before Noir decided to break it.

“You’re wizards?”

They nodded, the mood a bit lighter already. “What can you do?” She tried again. Remus and Sirius took out some sort of stick and chanted something before the cups started to float and the ashtray transformed into a frog. “All kinds of stuff.” Remus answered.

“What can you do?” Sirius asked, his wand still in his hand. Noir didn’t wait to raise her arms and within a second they were in the rainforest. The chairs and the kitchen table with them. With another flick of her hand she teleported them back to the Potters dining room.

She raised one hand and black smoke left her marked hand and Sirius was engulfed in it, without senses of hearing or sight. As she retreated the smoke she pointed her finger at the frog and it dropped dead with a squeal.

“All sorts of things.” She answered.

Sirius panted with wide eyes. “Sorry ‘bout that.” She placed her hand on his but withins seconds her palm got unbearably hot. With a hiss she retreated her palm and watched the wizard next to her.

“It’s barely a quarter of what I can do, though.”

“That’s..impressive.” James tried to find the right words.

“What was that?” Sirius asked as he caught his breath.

“I took your senses from you.” Noir explained.

“No, no. You showed me something.” She furrowed her eyebrows at him. 

“I saw the man.” He paused as his eyes found hers.

“The man who tried to murder you.”

Noir stared at him, her mouth agape. It couldn’t be.

“What?”

[func-maid]

in the clown club. straight up "joaquin it". and by "it", haha, well. let's just say. My poenix

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 Reconnaissance by Tomatenmark

💙 Reconnaissance

by TomatenMark (@tomatenmark5)

M, 2k, Wangxian

Summary: The Sunshot Campaign is over, but only just. Determined to finally get through to him, Lan Wangji seeks out Wei Wuxian who is selfmedicating in a winehouse. Turns out, once Lan Wangji has him in his grip, Wei Wuxian has peculiar trouble freeing himself. Or alternatively, the fic that was born from my fascination with how effortlessly Lan Wangji could hold coreless Wei Wuxian down during the stolen Poenix Mountain kiss and what that might mean in a different setting. Kay's comments: A very whumpy potential start into a post-sunshot campaign canon divergence by none other than Tomatenmark! Really loved this, it hit exactly the right itch for Wei Wuxian whump and Lan Wangji acting impulsively and having to immediately reap what he's sown. Excerpt: “Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji stepped even closer. “Do not be recalcitrant! Jiang-zongzhu already ordered you to carry your sword. Why must you insist on being stubborn? By acting as you are you are only making trouble for others and inviting judgement upon yourself!” Wei Wuxian stilled. For an instant something appeared to shutter behind his eyes. All too fast his horrible smile returned however, making Lan Wangji wonder whether he had imagined the look. With a single wave of his hand, Wei Wuxian dismissed his ghost, stood from his sprawl and came stalking over. He stopped a mere handsbreadth in front of Lan Wangji, rudely invading his space. “Listen well, Hanguang-jun. I’ll only say this once,” he began in a low voice, staring Lan Wangji dead in the eye. His breath stank heavily of wine, but his gaze was entirely clear, piercing through Lan Wangji like shards of ice. “Mind your own fucking business.”

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, post-sunshot campaign, wei wuxian whump, ambiguous/open ending, pre-relationship, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, hurt/comfort, angst, mental health issues, isolation, misunderstandings, miscommunication, head injury, blood and injury

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[dragbunart]

I've had this Idea for a trans Ars Goetia demoness based on a Peacock (before I actually looked into the Ars Goetia and realized Andrealphis was an option). I also wanted to base her on a Phoenix.. Because i liked the colors and i tended to draw Poenixes as Peacocks.

So Meet Phenex (based on the Ars Goetia demon).

Phenex is referenced as having a 'boyish' sounding voice and singing. So I decided her voice sounded boy-ish to those who summoned her because they summoned her as a child and then in more modern day she's older and has transitioned.

I based her outfit loosely on Vaudeville clothes since I wanted to take full advantage of her tail feathers as a train behind her but still be able to use them to show off.

Even if I plan to not do anything big with Oc or concept designs I come up with little stories while making them. And because i had to use Andrealphus as a rough base of what an Ars Goetia demon would look like (and they're of the same rank) she's related to him and Stella (either a younger cousin or younger sibling).

She'd rather hang out with Siren and Fiadh (making them a bit of an elemental Trio Phenex = Fire. Siren = Water. and Fiadh+ Plant/Earth. and they all have some music-based association. Phenex most notable trait is singing. Siren songs. And Fiadh being based off Fae who music can cause the listener to go mad). I imagine they largely stick together at Goetia events, and when they get bored they go out to drinking and do karaoke.

Phenex is the only one of the Trio who has a title in her own right (both Siren and Fiadh being just Heiresses to their parent's titles).

Like any stereotypical Fire adjacent being she has a bit of a temper. But she doesn't hold grudges. She get's mad then lets the anger burn out and let bygones be bygones... Or burn their house down. Depends on the severity of how pissed you made her.

[flugmunk]

-[DESCRIPTION: Beef is holding on and tugging on one of phantoms legs, who is currently struggling like a fish and clawing at the ground to get away. "WINSLOW YOURE GONNA SEE THE SUNLIGHT WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. CMON STOP FIGHTING." "POENIX DID YOU FIND THE MALLET YET?" beefs shouts out, still struggling to keep phantom at bay. she runs in, "NO! SO IM USING SWAN INSTEAD." she's holding onto swan as if he is a regular ole mallet. "what" is all beef says. Phoenix leaps into the air, ready to swing swan onto phantom, as beef just watches on. Both heads get smashed together, immediately knocking the two out. a "BONK" coming out on impact. A bit later, phantom is leaning onto beefs should as he rubs his own head. "see? the sun aint so bad" beef points out. phantom still feels like shit but he is reluctant to agree, "yeah yeah sure whatever." phoenix watches him from the other side of beef, feeling a bit bad for what she had to do.]- (April 12, 2023) best to make sure winslow remembers what the Outside looks like everyone and then

[skylarstark4826]

I really wanted to make this Star Wars publication of the Ponnix ship of the characters of Poe Dameron and Kaydel Ko Connix together and above all because what I really love is the way they both changed throughout the last 3 Star Wars movies but at the same time also because I really would have absolutely liked the idea that we would have seen them fall in love at the end of Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker and that both would have stayed next to each other and that I would have had a very beautiful family together if you ask me

And above all because I really absolutely love the idea that after the battle on the planet of Exegol and the now permanent defeat of the Lord Sith and evil Emperor Palpatine Poe would have decided to stay with Kaydel and above all because I imagine the 2 lovers and that they would have married after the war are safe but at the same time I would also have loved the idea that we would have seen that in the Star Wars movies Kaydel would have been the twin sister of Ben Solo (Kylo Ren) and the daughter of Leia Organa (Skywalker Amidala) and Han Solo and not only because her actress was the biological daughter of the unfortunate Carrie Fisher but because it would have been beautiful to see that Poe and Kaydel would have fallen in love just as they had also stayed together and at the same time they would have had a beautiful family together... honestly

[rosethornewrites]

NR, E, & M reading since 2/2

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Meng Yao becomes Baoshan Sanren's disciple, by nirejseki

Prompt: Meng Yao somehow ends up training under Baoshan Sanren

Something About Curses and Rabbits, by chutesandleaves (locked)

Literally that's it.

Kind of. There's only one rabbit. There are other rabbits but they're not featured here.

Explicit:

The Second Jade of Lan's late but incendiary sexual awakening, by KizuKatana (2nd in a series, 6 chapters, locked)

Lan Zhan was not interested in sex or romantic relationships. He had watched with a dismissive glance as his classmates made fools of themselves and wasted a considerable amount of time and energy on various hook-ups and romantic entanglements.

Aside from the fact that his lack of sexual interest kept him laser focused on his school and research, Lan Zhan’s reason for it was based on something more fundamental. He did not enjoy the company of most people fully clothed, and he couldn’t really imagine that improving if they were naked.

Which was why he found himself shocked at the visceral image that slammed through his system of grabbing Wei Ying by his messy ponytail, forcing him to his knees, and fucking his mouth until he cried.

Dream of Me, by KingdomFlameVIII

On a chance encounter in a remote village, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji investigate a series of kidnappings.

Wei Wuxian learns something about him in the process.

Mature:

Silence Like a Cancer Grows, by julomaiboulomai

Wei Wuxian is cursed to tell the truth on a nighthunt between the end of the Sunshot Campaign and Phoenix Mountain.

Reconnaissance, by TomatenMark

The Sunshot Campaign is over, but only just.

Determined to finally get through to him, Lan Wangji seeks out Wei Wuxian who is selfmedicating in a winehouse.

Turns out, once Lan Wangji has him in his grip, Wei Wuxian has peculiar trouble freeing himself.

Or alternatively, the fic that was born from my fascination with how effortlessly Lan Wangji could hold coreless Wei Wuxian down during the stolen Poenix Mountain kiss and what that might mean in a different setting.

Overwhelming Enthusiasm, by Shadaras

When the library’s alarms went off, Lan Qiren wearily expected to arrive to find an apologetic Wei Wuxian—possibly with one of the young disciples who looked up to him—explaining that No really I didn’t mean to touch that, I’m so sorry, let me reset that for you.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

A Matter Of Time, by Thyone14 (locked)

Wen Qing remembers dying by the same flames that decorate her robes. Then she wakes in Cloud Recesses. By some miracle, she's been given a second chance.

And she's not the only one.

A House Divided Against Itself Cannot Stand, by FrostyAngst

“Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian started, “Don’t worry about it. I am sure Uncle Jiang and Madame Yu will be able to make up somehow. Or maybe we can do something to help them –”

“Don’t stick your nose to somewhere you do not belong! This is my family matter, it is none of your business,” said Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian widened his eyes.

When Jiang Cheng felt there was a deafening silence, he suddenly realized what he had just blurted out. He looked up, but he could not see what expression Wei Wuxian was wearing. His senior martial brother – his brother, already had his back facing him, walking away from him.

Jiang Cheng stretched his hand out, trying to reach out to his brother, but he was left frozen when he heard the words that came out of his brother's lips.

“I am sorry, I will make sure something like that will never happen again.”

- In which Jiang Cheng said something he shouldn't, and he needs to find a way to get his brother's forgiveness while the so-called brother is spending his time in Cloud Recesses, and rumors of an upcoming wedding that will be held in Cloud Recesses soon are spreading all around.

Explicit:

hold out your hands, by Aminias

Oh no, this is bad. How could he have forgotten Wei Ying's considerate nature? Lan Zhan wants to marry him; technically this isn't their first meeting so Xichen will have to allow it. The characters for Wei Ying's name are written across his cup and Lan Zhan files that information away. It will be important to get the proper spelling of Wei Ying's name right later, he wants no mistakes when they go to the courthouse.

or

Lan Zhan hasn't seen Wei Ying since he gave him his first gay awakening. Now five years later with Wei Ying in front of him he handles it with as much chill as you might assume.

Time Unwinds in a Kaleidoscope of Red, by vamprav

Wei Wuxian falls through time and hits the ground in the Burial Mounds. After taking stock of his situation he decides that things will be different this time, even if it kills him, starting with that disastrous reunion with his brother and future husband.

Mature:

Cutting Out a Different Path, by Sunflower1778 (locked)

Wei Wuxian woke up with an old back pain and the lack of a familiar warmth by his side. He groaned, moving his arm around the bed to feel for Lan Wangji.

Except what he felt was not a bed.

Startled, he got up only to find himself on a familiar slab of rock in a very familiar cave.

where the shadow ends, by colorfullysarah

It happens too fast.

A-Xian cries out, a garbled sound of pain, and Jiang Yanli stares at her brother in shock as he crumples. She can feel A-Cheng tense behind her as they both watch in muted horror as the sword that stabbed their brother is yanked free. And before she can even form the thought, she’s throwing herself forward over A-Xian; a protective barrier.

Her back screams in protest, but she cannot let A-Xian die.

Or, Jiang Yanli lives and attempts the impossible by bringing her son and both of her little brothers back home, the rest of the cultivation world be damned.

I whatever you, I will stand by your side, by Lizziewriter07

Wei WuXian almost died during Jin ZiXun's trap. He would have retaliated with all his might if it weren't for A-Yuan being terrified and right behind him and Wen Ning. Instead of killing Jin ZiXuan, he was hit by a fatal arrow in the heart while trying to protect the little boy. After disappearing from the cultivation world for five years he was... "invited" in a rather peculiar way to help two great clan leaders in a problem with their sworn brother.

Or,

Lan XiChen knew his younger brother like no one else. He knew him well enough to know that seeing Wei WuXian again after all those years of not knowing anything about the young master would make WangJi do something extreme. In order to be aware of what would happen and to help, ZeWu-jun proposes a sort of alliance with Wen Qing. Together, they come up with a well-crafted excuse to leave them alone for a while.

Paint it Black, by Forever_Marie

Wei Wuxian is saved by the Gusu clan after being abused by the Jiangs. Sort of. They kinda just take him and hide him for years. He is recognized at the lectures and his peaceful life is slowly unraveled.

(My take on a Wei Ying, raised in Gusu. Still a clown but with different baggage)

[adriellystudiooficial]

Mahogany can shape-shifting into every animal or every creature.

Heres mahogany in poenix form.

Why is her phoenix form look like gillard tho?????

[taorinvvhl]

230616 ZTAO in the opening performance of “E-POP Unity” with Victor Ma, Poenix Legend and R3HAB

link on youtube: https://youtu.be/vtgwOuUG1iI

cr: BaiduZTAOBar

#ZTAO #HuangZitao

TaoRin

[they-who-wander]

@saltysalat this looks a lot like sth you'd enjoy, Feanor ;*

Also I heard the Phoenix myth (Dying to birth life) comes from Pelicans, who pluck out their chest feathers to make nests so much they start to bleed. The myth was they'd bleed themselves out to feed their children... So like Poenix? Pelican-Phoenix? Lovely parent with a single braincell of "gotta eat that" that will also destroy your city and light your cattle aflame??

Fawkes the Phoenix was based on a harpy eagle, howmcute would a kestrel phoenix be with a peacock tail and train?

this is a Good Opportunity considering i was never a big fan of fawkes’ movie design how about

[ondessiderales]

(Re)naissance du phénix

Super Phoenix - Hikari no sekai he (Vers un monde de lumière)

Que la lumière soit…

Il était une fois en des temps reculés…

Dieu avait séparé le monde en lumière et ténèbres. La lumière était le royaume de Dieu. Les ténèbres étaient le royaume de Satan. Ainsi furent créés les anges et les démons. Alors, pour protéger le Bien, Dieu sépara la Terre des Cieux. Cependant, il était dans la nature des démons de détester tout ce qui n'était pas les ténèbres. Ils détestaient les anges. Encore aujourd'hui, le combat entre les anges et les démons continue, dans les Cieux comme sur Terre.

SUPER PHOENIX ! FLY INTO THE FLASHING WORLD ! (Envole-toi vers un monde éblouissant !)

Des milliers de rêves sont dispersés par-delà l'horizon scintillant Des milliards d'amours (SUPER PHOENIX) Perdu dans le labyrinthe, fais confiance aux sentiments brûlants dans ton cœur Et un SUPER PHOENIX indélébile en jaillira (CYBER UP !) Le vent (kamikazé) se reflète dans tes yeux L'aventure ne fait que commencer

SUPER ANGEL PHOENIX ! Déployons nos ailes de lumière SUPER FIGHTER PHOENIX ! Et saisissons des lendemains scintillants

Se perdant en chemin Même si la lumière finit par se faire engloutir par les ténèbres Tu ne renonces jamais (SUPER PHOENIX)

Par-delà l'arc-en-ciel Le sourire de tes amis scintille Et t'appelle (SUPER PHOENIX)

(CYBER UP !) Tenons-nous la main Et ouvrons maintenant la porte de nos rêves

SUPER ANGEL PHOENIX ! La foi est une force inébranlable SUPER FIGHTER PHOENIX ! Gardant le sourire dans ton cœur

SUPER ANGEL PHOENIX ! Déployons nos ailes de lumière SUPER FIGHTER PHOENIX ! Et saisissons des lendemains scintillants

SUPER ANGEL PHOENIX ! La foi est une force inébranlable SUPER FIGHTER PHOENIX ! Gardant le sourire dans ton cœur

SUPER ANGEL PHOENIX ! Déployons nos ailes de lumière SUPER FIGHTER PHOENIX ! Et saisissons des lendemains scintillants

« Le phénix, parfois écrit phœnix ou phoenix (du grec ancien : illyrienne (poenix), au sens probable de « rouge sang »), est un oiseau mythique, doté d'une grande longévité et caractérisé par son pouvoir de renaître soit de son propre cadavre, soit des flammes de son bûcher. Il symbolise un cycle de mort et de résurrection. Il est appelé par une périphrase moderne « l'oiseau de feu ».

Selon l'historien grec Hérodote, le phénix est originaire d'Arabie et rattaché au culte du Soleil dans la cité d'Héliopolis, en Égypte, où il était vénéré : il le décrit comme une sorte d'aigle au plumage rouge et or. D'autres auteurs le montrent multicolore, tel Solin, compilateur de Pline l'Ancien (Polyhistor, chapitre 34). »

« Là aussi naît le phénix, qui a la grandeur de l'aigle, la tête ornée de plumes formant un cône, des caroncules à la gorge, le cou rayonnant d'or, le reste du corps de couleur pourpre, si ce n'est la queue, qui est d'azur éclatant et semée de plumes incarnat. »