#tribbios

[heikeeds]

3.3 impression???

[axychii]

These are so sexy 🐧

[xichilie]

Flame reaver/Phainon x (fem)reader

What's left of you

Previous

Smoke curled around her like ghost-hands.

Tribbie’s footsteps had vanished into the burning alleys behind her. The girl had hesitated, but Y/N had shouted at her — “Go!” — and pushed her toward the escape route. She stood alone now, the dying light of Okhema flickering against blackened stone.

The Flame Reaver stood before her.

Tall. Silent. Blade still slick with the blood of Mydei. His face — if he even had one — was hidden beneath a ruined mask, the edges warped by heat and time.

She braced herself, teeth clenched.

She’d seen him cut down stronger ones.

She waited for the blade.

But it didn’t come.

He didn’t move.

She blinked. Confused.

He was staring at her. No — studying her. As if something about her made him hesitate.

“Why?” she asked, voice shaking with anger. “Why are you doing this?”

A long pause.

Then, in a broken rasp like wind through shattered glass:

“Must… stop… the… cycles…”

Her fists clenched tighter.

“The what?” she snapped. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“The… Coreflame… must… end…”

He sounded like a record worn thin, words staggered and fragmented. Her anger was starting to falter, confusion blooming in its place.

“You killed Mydei,” she said, quieter now. “Aglaea. Anaxa. Do those names mean nothing to you?”

No answer.

He didn’t even flinch.

He wasn’t attacking her. Not even when she stepped forward. Was it restraint? Or something else?

She studied him. His posture. His silence. There was a wrongness about him — not just monstrous. Familiar, in a way that made her stomach knot.

He should have killed her already.

Instead, he just… stood there. Watching. As if waiting.

“I don’t understand,” she murmured. “You’re just destroying everything. What do you think you’re stopping?”

“She always… dies…”

The words slipped out too clearly. Almost like they hurt him.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

But his voice had already broken again — the moment of clarity drowned in static.

“Must… stop… her death…”

She took another step. She didn’t even know why. To reach him? To stop him? She wasn’t sure anymore.

He didn’t move.

Then, slowly — almost imperceptibly — he leaned forward. One gauntleted hand twitched, reaching toward her as if he meant to touch her face, or maybe remember it.

Y/N flinched—

And a voice rang out behind her:

“Y/N!!”

She turned.

Phainon.

He was running toward her, with the Trailblazer and Dan Heng at his side. Tribbie must’ve brought them — she could hear the panic in their voices, the frantic urgency in their steps.

But then—

“Y/N…”

The name came from in front of her.

Her head snapped back toward the Flame Reaver.

He had said it.

His voice wasn’t cracked or broken that time. It was low. Human. Fragile. Worn thin by time but unmistakably full.

He said her name again.

“Y/N…”

She froze.

It was the way he used to say it — just before he left to fight, every time. Soft. Like a goodbye.

She couldn’t move.

Not even as he stepped forward, slowly, and wrapped one arm around her waist.

“—NO!” Phainon screamed, but he was too far. Too late.

The portal behind the flame Reaver opened — wild, flickering like fire made of memory.

Phainon’s steps faltered.

“Don’t—!!”

Too late.

The Flame Reaver vanished through the gate — and Y/N vanished with him.

Phainon fell to his knees. His vision blurred. His heart cracked open in his chest.

He’d lost her.

Again.

Her eyes opened to ruin.

The air was heavy — thick with ash and quiet, the kind of quiet that hurts, that presses against your ears like a scream that never leaves your throat. Above her, the sky was painted in bruised indigos and reds, a bleeding wound of a world frozen in twilight. The ground beneath her was cracked and cold. Buildings stood like crooked teeth, jagged silhouettes against a dying sun.

She sat up slowly, disoriented, her heartbeat a frantic drum in her chest.

Where was she?

No… when?

She turned.

And saw him.

The Flame Reaver stood a few paces away, silent and unmoving — a sentinel carved from fire and shadow. His obsidian armor caught the sick light and shimmered faintly with residual heat, the crimson lines along his frame pulsing like veins. No words. No attack.

Just those hollow eyes behind the mask — watching her.

Y/N’s breath caught.

Her legs screamed at her to run, but she didn’t. Couldn’t. Tribbie had escaped, and she’d stayed behind to keep him away from the others — to stall him, to die trying, if it came to that. But now that they were alone in this place, something felt wrong. Deeply, disturbingly wrong.

“What… what do you want from me?” she asked, voice trembling.

Still, he didn’t move.

“Y/N…”

The voice was gravel. Distorted. But something in the way he said her name — slow, deliberate, aching — made her stomach twist.

He took a single step toward her.

She staggered backward, arms up. “Stay back!”

He paused. His head tilted — not in menace, but hesitation. Her fear made him recoil, just barely, like it hurt.

“Y/N…”

Again.

That voice.

Too much pain behind two syllables.

Her eyes darted around. No exits. No pulse of portals. Just this liminal, rotting place and the monster in front of her.

She tried again. “Why do you keep saying my name? Who are you?”

Silence.

He didn’t answer. Only looked at her — like someone looking at a ghost.

“Say something!” she shouted. “Say anything! Why did you kill them? Mydei, Aglaea, Anaxa… all of them! Why?!”

Stillness. A breath.

“Must… stop… the… cycles.”

The words came out slow, strangled, like pulling shards of glass from a dry throat.

Y/N stared, heart hammering. She had heard those words before — screamed in fragments, muttered under breath during battle. Always the same. Must stop the cycles. Coreflames. Reset.

But now, hearing them like this… it felt like desperation. Like ritual.

She took a small step forward.

He didn’t react.

"You’re not attacking me," she whispered. "Why?"

Another beat of silence.

Then he raised his arm.

Y/N panicked — flinched hard, breath catching as she braced herself for the strike. Her eyes squeezed shut.

But no pain came.

Instead, she felt something cold and careful graze her cheek.

A gloved finger brushed away a tear.

Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes opened.

He was still right in front of her.

Closer now.

But not attacking.

His hand trembled.

“Y/N…”

This time, his voice cracked.

Like something inside him was breaking just from saying her name.

Something surged in her chest — fear and recognition and grief all tangled together.

“Who…” her voice was barely a whisper now. “Who are you really?”

Still no answer.

But he didn’t stop her when her hands reached up — trembling fingers brushing the edges of the grotesque mask he wore. She hesitated… then gently lifted.

The metal gave with a soft click.

The mask slid free and dropped to the ground with a dull clang.

And Y/N’s world shattered.

It was him.

Phainon.

But not her Phainon.

His face was cracked like porcelain, veins of white threading through dead skin. His once-bright eyes — those beautiful, vibrant blue eyes that used to shine like stars — were dull, empty, sunken in with sorrow. No light. No warmth. His lips were dry and chapped, parted just slightly as he tried again to say her name.

Her hands dropped.

She stumbled back, gasping as her knees buckled.

“No…” she breathed. “No. No, this—this isn’t real—”

“Y/N…”

His voice was barely audible now.

Like saying her name was the only thing he remembered how to do.

She shook her head, tears spilling freely now. “Phainon… what happened to you?”

He didn’t answer.

He just looked at her. As if the sight of her was the only thing holding his mind together.

Her body trembled, heart breaking piece by piece.

This was him.

This was what was left of him.

And still… he had remembered her. In the ashes of a thousand cycles, buried under the weight of memory and madness, he had remembered her.

“Phainon,” she sobbed, reaching for him. Her shaking hands cradled his face, thumbs gently brushing the broken lines across his cheeks. “What did you do to yourself…?”

He leaned into her touch.

Like it was the first warmth he’d felt in centuries.

And for a moment, there was no Flame Reaver.

Just Phainon — a boy who had loved her, who had lost her, over and over, until the grief tore him apart and left behind this shattered, fire-bound shell.

And still, he whispered:

“Y/N…”

Her knees gave in.

The grief struck too suddenly, too violently — and she crumpled beneath the weight of it all, fingers still wrapped around his cracked, cold face. As she fell, he followed — not by choice, not by resistance, but because her hands refused to let go. She pulled him down with her, sinking to the ground among the ruins.

And there, amid dust and ash and fading echoes of a dead world, she held him.

Her arms wrapped gently around him as if he would break — no, as if he already had. Because the truth was crueler than any blade: he was gone, even though he sat there, breathing, staring, repeating her name in a voice that trembled like the last flame before darkness.

“Phainon,” she whispered, her voice cracking like his skin. “It’s me. I’m here. It’s okay…”

But it wasn’t okay. None of it was.

“I’m here now. You’re not alone,” she said again, softer, gentler. Her words shook with every breath. “You don’t have to carry this anymore. Please… come back.”

He didn’t move.

No reaction. No shift in his hollow eyes. No spark.

Just silence.

Like a lifeless corpse sitting upright, wearing the face she loved.

The same face that used to smile at her when she woke up, The same one that used to laugh, wide and open and warm. The same eyes that had once lit up every time he saw her, that used to shimmer with dreams and hope and all the fire he carried in his heart.

Gone.

All of it — gone.

And she couldn't bear it.

Y/N clutched him tighter, her fingers trembling where they gripped the back of his neck. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder and wept.

The sound that tore from her throat was raw — a cracked, helpless sob of someone trying to hold together the pieces of a world that refused to stay whole.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this way,” she whispered through the tears. “You were supposed to make it… you promised you’d come back.”

Still, he didn’t respond.

Did he even remember? Could he?

Or was she just a name — a burned image clinging to the last flicker of his fading soul?

“You… used to be so full of light,” she choked. “Do you remember? You used to protect everyone. Even when you were scared. Even when it hurt.”

She pulled back just enough to see his face again — her hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the lifeless gray of his skin.

“You were a light. You were hope,” she said, voice breaking. “And now look at you…”

He blinked once, slow. But still said nothing.

Her voice fell to a whisper. “Look what they did to you…”

Then, lower still:

“Look what you did to yourself.”

The wind moved through the broken ruins like a sigh.

Y/N leaned forward, pressing her forehead gently to his. Her tears fell freely now, slipping down her face and wetting his skin.

“You’re still in there. I know you are,” she whispered, clinging to something — anything. “Please. Just… don’t leave me. Not again.”

His arms hung limp at his sides.

No resistance. No embrace.

Only the echo of her name — caught on his lips like the last word of a dying man.

“Y/N…”

But it was barely even that now.

A whisper of a memory. A soul too lost to recognize its own sorrow.

And still, she held him.

Because if no one else remembered who he used to be…

She would.

Even if it broke her.

[ramuneda5149]

yesterday my blood pressure was 6 feet under so i mixed day 6 & 7 (space + drama)

[strell-struggles]

the shitpost just by itself

[magicalscrewup]

I’ve been avoiding fighting Aquila for like 2 weeks because I know bad things will happen afterwards-

Ostrich behavior?

[boobxrry0]

Here’s a list of HCs for Amphoreus college AU. Warning there’s a lot below the cut

Phainon

- Who is his roommate you ask? None other than Mydeimos. Who else??

- He used to use a skateboard all the time in Highschool, but he doesn’t use it that much anymore so it just kinda. Stays in the corner of his dorm (yes this is a sk8 reference. Sue me)

- He came out as bisexual about a month after first year started. who was surprised? …No one.

- Doing bullshit nonsense competitions at 2 am with Mydei, and they get noise complaints all the time.

- He leaves his hair on the shower wall. Mydei yells at him for it.

- Been trying to learn piano since 5ever. They own a keyboard that is currently collecting dust in the living room.

- When Mydei leaves to take care of his library, Phainon tries to bake something. It usually ends up being terrible. I mean it. Black crisp over the top of that thing type shit.

- Forgets to wash rice.

- Whenever he actually sits down and tries to study, he gets distracted on his laptop. It got so bad Aglaea had to literally yank it away from him and now he’s not allowed to have a laptop. Even at the dorms

- ^ Ever since then he’s been actually doing better in his classes

Mydei

- Cooks basically every night for Phainon, but if he’s being a little bitch he’ll order him shitty food and then makes something for himself.

- ^ This got so bad he just started cooking for him again. Because nobody in college has the time or money for that

- He plays electric guitar! If they go anywhere and there’s a guitar of any kind, he’ll just sit down and start playing something.

- Mydei tried skating. He was not good at it.

- He works for his mom and dad at the family owned library occasionally. It’s quick money, really. He genuinely thinks he’s gonna take over full time. If Eurypon and Gorgo don’t mind.

- Phainon tried convincing Mydei to get an odd tattoo. He did not speak to Phainon the rest of the day.

Tribbios

- A professor!

- Literally the best history professor you could ask for. Ain’t nobody failing her class because she’s that good of a professor.

- Super fun. Breaks in her class constantly, fun stuff at the beginning of class. Etc.

- Genuinely cares for others

- Surprisingly old??? She taught Prof. Aglaea when she was in college. Which wasn’t that long ago but still!

- She loved teaching. And her subject.

- Sometimes goes into other classes and everybody cheers. Typically she goes into Aglaea’s class.

- Sometimes her younger sisters will come visit the class. Everyone is surprised by how young they are, considering Tribios’ age.

Tribbie/Trinnon/Trianne (whatt!)

- They’re not in college! Um…

- Tribbio’s younger sisters

- Triplets

- Chaos Co.

- All of them are super observant. Sometimes they go up to people in class and point blank “You look like you’re struggling with your love life. Remember communication is key!” (They get a lot of their advice was watching/listening to Tribbios)

- Trinnon in specific has really good intuition. When someone is about to walk onto the road, she’s grab the nearest piece of cloth/their hand and say “wait” and the next second a car going a kjadraillon miles per hour will rush by. People have cried and hugged this girl for saving their life.

- Tribbie has a keen eye for lies and truth. Tribbios has never been able to lie around her. No one has. She will just huff and say “don’t deceive me.” (Tribios said that one time. ONE TIME to a person and now Tribbie uses it all the time.)

- Trianne will literally encourage people to take the first step. And then she will remember everything and makes sure she sees it to the end. She doesn’t know why. She likes watching over people, and then if they ask to help she will gladly do so!

- They all collectively write/draw on walls.

Castorice

- Good grades in everything. Everything.

- She and Polyxia are inseparable. You will never see them apart.

- If Polyxia is sick she will stay home until she feels better. Take care of her.

- Physical touch.

- “it may be my last year but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to try hard.”

Polyxia (?!?!???!)

- Everyone sees her and immediately thinks she’s just a ghost.

- She is the one who cooks. Castorice helps occasionally.

Aglaea

- Yes, she teaches fashion design. And yes, she also teaches debate. So what?

- chill when it comes to debate. Fashion design? Absolute critic. Gordon Ramsey of fashion design.

-Literally the newest professor. Used to be a student not too long ago. But she’s already highly respected as a teacher.

-There’s some rumors going around about her relationship with Prof Anaxa….

- She addressed said rumors. Turns out they’re exes!

Anaxagoras

- We already know he’s a Professor.

- Math (Calculus) and Science (theoretical physics & Astronomy)

- There’s already so much about him and his teaching style and it’s all canon here.

- Yes this includes the gun

- ^ Insert the video of the Choir teacher with the nerf gun except its kids answering questions.

- “THEY GOT GINA!” Vine

- Extra thing, people keep commenting about his eyepatch. He has never addressed it. And he never will (it was something stupid)

Cipher

- Absolute troublemaker.

- Falls asleep in class even if she was right on time.

- Struggles with money.

- Kleptomaniac

Hyacine

- Volunteers for everything. Everything.

- Training to be a doctor

- Tries to help the teachers as much as possible.

- She sometimes brings little Ica to the campus. A lot of people gather around.

Probably going to add a bunch of stuff later when we get more info on Hysilens/Cerydra!

[parentscomputer-official]

the hottest thing someone can be is an amphoreus edit with moving changing text to wait for it from hamilton