#phoenix ♡

[starlight-blackbird]

MEET PHOENIX AYALA

Phoenix Ayala had been through a lot. They never liked to actually admit it, especially since, in their mind, it wasn’t half as much as a lot of other people had, but it was an objective truth. After being diagnosed with both social and general anxiety at a young age, having a terrible fallout with their mother after they’d come out as non-binary in their early twenties, and going through relationships with what they called their Unholy Trifecta of Exes - The Serial Cheater, the Emotional Abuser, and the Non-Binary Denier - they’d wound up where they were now, with a million little nervous ticks, not a friend to speak of (not that they’d ever really had those anyway), and self-esteem that could have touched the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

Their only comfort was in clothing design and their work as a tailor; spending hours at their sewing machine, quietly singing along to whatever music they had on in the background and making scraps of fabric into beautiful designs, was one of the only things that ever truly made their constantly-worrying mind go quiet. So they very much enjoy their job at a small tailor shop, spending most of their time in the back room working on designs and trying to avoid actually interacting with the customers - until they do a fitting for an energetic, bespectacled man named Eli, who offers them a side gig designing costumes for the music videos his acapella group makes.

After taking the job and meeting Eli’s other friends, a singing group who calls themselves VoicePlay, Pheonix suddenly finds themselves with a whole group of friends, people who actually want to be around them and spend time with them, people who seem to like them just as anxious and awkward as they are. But after everything that’s happened to them, they’ve been left incredibly wary of fully letting people in and bothering them with who they really are, no matter how nice the guys are being to them.

Phoenix genuinely doesn’t believe they deserve friends, or to be cared about - and with all the ways they’ve been hurt before, that isn’t exactly a surprise. But there’s no one better for bringing harmony into their life than a group of singers, and if these guys have anything to say about it, Phoenix is going to realize just how loved they are… and possibly even find some non-platonic love with a certain bass singer as well.

(Not that Geoff would ever make a move on Phoenix himself - he doesn’t want to make them uncomfortable at all. But as it turns out, Eli Jacobsen and Layne Stein are a matchmaking duo not to be messed with, especially when it comes to what Eli calls “a pair of pining idiots”.)

Tagging @auxiliarydetective, @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, and @acaplaya-musings!

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023

day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4

[luxieloo]

this is how 2-2 went right guys?

p.s. i take commissions

[nutmeg-mayonnaise]

Spring is just around the corner! .•❀´*¨`*•✿

[wr1ghtw0rth]

Merry Christmas ❤️💙

[pngsk]

Secret Weapon! Phoenix Robot - Rui Kamishiro - ☆★3

like/rb if using. no reposts. f2u dont claim as ur own

@sekaitransparents

[dilucs-princess]

Imagine slowly edging Phoenix whilst he whimpers and begs, gripping onto you tightly, pants of 'mistress, mommy, 'ease let me cum, please, 'm so desperate...'and you just laugh, pulling your hand away and watch as his cock bobs pathetically against his stomach as he cries out. 'You can take more, my love. You're a good boy, right?' Just laughing again at his eager nod, moaning as your hand wraps around his cock again, already feeling the knot tighten in his stomach again.

[dawnbrst]

holds him

[xdeerlybelovedx]

My hands are shaky today, but I decided to do some doodles in a sketch book before attempting to line and color one. Had to throw it back to a classic ♡

[hyaciiintho]

starter for @tenebriism | Edgeworth ♡

"Huh... Well then..." Came the vocalization just as Larry vacated the third seat of their table. And why, exactly? To chase after the latest pretty face of the week, of course. "... And then there were two..." He quoted lamely, kicking a leg out gracelessly as he dug into his pocket for his WALLET. "So much for catching up like 'the good old days'." And it was Larry's idea to begin with! To 'make it up to Edgey', or so he put it. "Typical Larry."

A twenty-dollar bill was tossed onto the table, an apologetic look thrown Edgeworth's way soon after. "Sorry you had to come out all this way." And so soon after the man's TRIAL, too. The least they could have done was allowed Miles to rest.

[starlight-blackbird]

A moodboard for my OC Phoenix Ayala in my beloved bestie @auxiliarydetective’s genius AU!! If you couldn’t tell, Phoenix is meant to be a ragdoll in the style of Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas - I’m so excited for them to be in this amazing AU, and I know Evie is going to do amazing with it!! ♡

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

CATHY WHEN I CATCH YOU CATHY!!! /melts into a puddle

@seaofgoldensand

[luxieloo]

me (i kin franziska) and my friend (who kins edgeworth) were playing 3-3 and neither of us were prepared for the idiocy of these two

p.s.: you should commission me!

[luvlyycy]

helloooo mr. edgeworth.

[express-archives]

Hestia's Introduction —✧

"Ah, that one... I never got along with her or her master, but as long as she doesn't get in my way, I don't intend on getting in hers. I can respect her loyalty and strength of body and mind, at the very least. Other than that, why should it matter to me what she does? It might matter to the other Harbingers, but it doesn't to me." —Childe

◆ Name: Hestia ◆ Gender & Pronouns: Female, she/her ◆ Age: 24 ◆ Affiliations: Fatui (formerly), none (currently) ◆ Nation: Variable ◆ Heritage: Snezhnayan ◆ Vision: Pyro ◆ Weapon: Catalyst ◆ Constellation: Phoenix Ignis ('Phoenix Fire')

Hestia was a mere child when the one known as the Fair Lady discovered her and her sick father, huddling together for warmth in a worn-down home in—what seemed to be and felt like—the middle of nowhere. With the promise of a more secure life for him and his child, the ill man agreed to allow his child to join the Fatui.

What had been a simple recruitment, nothing more and nothing less, spiralled into far more.

Across the years, La Signora observed the growth of the child she saved from a safe distance, quietly stepping in every now and then to guide their training, as she often did with other young recruits. She pretended to never notice their wide and awe-filled eyes when they gazed upwards at her. ...But she was not made of stone, no matter how strongly she insisted that she was, and she unwittingly opened her impenetrable heart to the little girl she recruited off of the streets.

(She swore up and down that her perceived closeness to Hestia was a mere consequence of how efficient a soldier she was; Hestia rarely made errors and completed her objectives with swiftness and accuracy, therefore the Fair Lady quite liked her. That was all, she insisted.

...Though, virtually anyone could see the truth.)

It was when Hestia's father succumbed to his ever-worsening illness that she was reborn at the hands of her lady. At the tender age of sixteen, she began her life anew.

"You will leave your past life behind," La Signora had said, gripping their chin with the gentleness of a mother and tilting it up so that Hestia might be able to meet her eyes. "From this day forth, you will be known as Hestia, child. Cry no more. This pain will follow you forever, but you must go on in spite of it. Am I understood?"

Despite the harshness of her words, her tone was gentle, and La Signora kindly patted Hestia's face dry with her other hand.

A part of Hestia died with her father, but from the ashes of her death, she would rise again.

"...Yes, my lady."

"Very good."

Hestia could only wonder when La Signora had been cruelly subjected to a pain such as this. She held far too deep a familiar understanding with grief...

...But these were not questions for her to ask. Instead, Hestia's eyes fluttered shut, and she basked in the warmth of the icy Harbinger who had saved her life and provided her with the resources to extend her father's.

La Signora's life, however, was not to last, and nor was Hestia's joy.

Hestia recalls the day the ship carrying her Harbinger's ashes docked. She recalls the grief, the anger, and the overwhelming sadness that engulfed her entire existence like a towering wave crashing down upon the beach. A part of herself died with the Eighth.

But, it was as the Fair Lady had said all those years ago:

'This pain will follow you forever, but you must go in in spite of it.'

And that day, Hestia knew she could no longer remain a part of the organization that neglected to protect its own. The Fatui now meant nothing to her. She did not need them anymore. From the ashes of her death, Hestia rose once again, and she would continue to do so as many times as needed.

That day, she resolved to burn away the world's ugliness herself. She would finish what her master had started.

The Fatui was taking far too long to do so for her liking.

PERSONALITY

◆ Hestia is a quiet and withdrawn soul, preferring to keep to herself and her work. She hesitates to allow people too close, as she does not wish to risk losing another loved one—first her father and then her mother figure... it is hard to blame her for behaving so distantly, knowing this. Hestia, however, is not rude or unnecessarily mean; contrary to popular belief, she is quite kindly and compassionate. It is hard to know what she's thinking, really. One moment, her warmth shines through like a that of a savior's, but she will return to her distant self the next. Perhaps this is an act of self-preservation; the world cannot hurt her again if she does not give it the opportunity to. In a way, she has grown to be very much like the woman who raised and taught her.