#phillias

[ghostinthegallery]

“If it suck’s, hit the bricks.” — Phillias

Someone draw meme edit this plz

[zalmoxis-the-great]

Ah-ha ! I am back !

Zalmoxis exclaims as he bursts out of a pile of cacti. His phalanx of immortals watching from the edge of a cliff.

Check out the newest and last chapter of the AU, Recaf, tea, nuclear coolant, or me !

Very impressive, my master.

An ethereal form manifests behind him, in the shape of one of his personal assistant, Drezelas, his ocular, forever unfocused like he is dreaming.

Ah, good, you are here ! A bit late, but at least here ! Come we still have a lot to do ! In both the physical space and interstitial real !

[dreamthingsandglitter]

actually working on a story oc for once... Dr. Thistlewood

[gulls-art]

I survived finals so have some more evil robots/ sketches

[gotogull]

I post Kirby and WH40k art exclusively now.

[cherriiramen]

For anyone who’s afraid of approaching me because they ship [insert ship name] or [insert ship name], please rest assured knowing I don’t block or harass anyone for shipping ANYTHING, nor do I have a DNI when it comes to ships or liking a specific character.

I believe it’s blatantly stupid and inconsiderate to parasocially hate A PERSON (mind you, not just the ship or a character) and believe they’re an awful person behind the screen for having a taste different to yours, especially when there’s nothing actually ‘problematic’ about it. And I hate when people have surface-levelled perceiving when it comes to this subject to the point where they’ll still fight reasoning back with non-logical responses that could be just watered down to ‘oh I just dislike this ship/character so I’ll call it and anyone who likes it problematic, fuck u”

I don’t mind any ship/character at all, some may not be my personal cup of tea, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to see people’s perspectives/takes on them, how they feel about them AND the fanart too :3

I indulge deeply in fandoms, whether it be art, headcanons, events, takes, fanfictions, heck even drama because it isn’t a full fandom experience without it lolol, just anything at all. So it means I’ll consume literally anything it throws at me.

So feel free to interact with this blog in any way! Whether you be a Y/N x CC consumer, a selfshipper, a rare-pair collector, a ‘problematic’ shipper, anything at all! It takes an awful amount of energy to actually make me uncomfortable >:]💞

[fanged-f0x]

looking for the perfect man.... 13 inch screen, still works, at least 20 years old

[lorddoom01]

The Lord of Frenzied Flame and Elden Ring 2

The thing I loved the most about the Lord of Frenzied Flame ending of Elden Ring is the potential of what comes next. Cause it isn't just the world is burning down and Melina is going to hunt you down. These are not the only forces in the world still very much active in this apocalyptic setting. There are enough players remaining (even after killing all the bosses, actually especially afterwards) you could have another major conflict on par with the Shattering to occur as backdrop lore to a new Elden Ring game.

Malenia, depending on how you view her lore, could revive as a fully fledged Goddess of Rot. A half corrupted Miquella could entirely awaken (also as a full fledged god). Ranni the Witch still lives and seeks to bring about her Age of Stars. The giant Albinauric Phillia could awaken as well and whatever plan her kind have could begin as well. And let us not forget Godwyn, the Prince of the Undead. And of course Melina, the Deliverer of Destined Death.

And while yes most of these are still factors in the other endings, none of those are the end of the world. This ending would undoubtedly force all these factions to unify against your character or burn before you. It not only displays how powerful the Lord of Frenzied Flame could be, but also how desperate some of these actors are.

I can already picture Miquella being the one who sets out to unify these forces, while Ranni would try to keep them fractured. Miquella has always been presented as the best person in all of Elden Ring. Even though people unnaturally fall in love with him, he never seems to exploit this power and honestly cares for everyone. Meanwhile Ranni is a schemer, to the extent she might have had her trusted friends and advisors executed. She would undoubtedly try to stir up infighting, so once the Lord of Frenzied Flame is beaten, they would weaken themselves enough that she could take over.

The possibilities for the Lord of Frenzied Flame ending are so tantalizing for me. It is like the unspoken lore of the Shattering War. There is just so much to learn and explore with those settings. And I highly doubt the DLC will cover these moments, I do hope any future Elden Ring games do.

[ghostinthegallery]

NEW CHAPTER! can’t believe I didn’t notice!!! Big copper women!!!!! Anrakyr is going home!!! And TIaTD trio is reunited!!!!! Askshdhdlshdsjjashjskshdjdksjahs

Big copper women in YOUR AREA 🤣 Hope you enjoyed the update! I can guarantee you are having more fun with the TIATD trio reunion than Phillias is.

[appleimps]

If the DLC really does take place in a dream like we're all assuming, then I really hope we get to properly meet Latenna's slumbering sister, Phillia...

[dreamthingsandglitter]

[gulls-art]

More evil robots.

[darthcatboy]

phillias and metek mashing deathmasks (and more) together from a future chapter of cassandra keeping this stashed in my wips was killing me so i am releasing it upon the world for enjoyers of lesbian robots

Phillias touched her faceplate to Metek's, finally letting herself slip her hand up underneath the cryptek's ribs. She heard something like a short-circuit in vocal actuators when she slipped her fingers into the controlled mess of wires and tubing. Her temperature sensors registered rising heat, an increase in voltage running across her necrodermis. All knowledge that gave her a sense of satisfaction. A tendril wrapped around her thigh and crept into the gap where leg met hip, suddenly throwing her into the reality of what she was doing. No, by the Dead Gods, I can't, she's a phaerakh's wife, she's Zepharati's wife. She drew her hand back slightly, fingers still barely beneath slender ribs. “Metek—” “Phillias,” Metek purred, a deep vibration permeating her frame, running all the way to the end of the tendrils she was slowly wrapping her partner up in. “You asked me first.” The resonance of the vibration shot a neural impulse straight through her willpower. Phillias unclasped the cryptek's cloak, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter of tiles, grabbing her hip with her unoccupied hand and pressing her hard against the wall. She pushed her leg up underneath the skirt of tendrils and ritual tiles, finally finding the plate of metal she wanted. Metek squirmed against her thigh, control having shifted back to the executioner's hands. If she still had a tongue to shove into her mouth, she would have. But she would have to make do with slipping her fingers up and into the purple glow of her internals, sneaking up toward her reactor. Metek felt the touch deep inside her, familiar and yet oh, so different. Phillias’ fingers weren't as slim as Zepharati's. Her invading voltage was higher, transferring to her faster, arcing along neural circuits and carefully braided cable at a breakneck pace. Like desperation. Vocal actuators ceased proper function, leaving her responses to the overwhelming sensation as cracked and garbled fragments of words, laced with static. Phillias shifted her head, pressing her faceplate against Metek's neck, feeling the rush of electricity and regulatory fluids as temperature fluctuation impulses. She felt the necrodermis beneath her fingers start to soften, flowing around them like black sand. “Lady Regent, is this alright?” “Ye-ye-yes,” Metek choked out through a cloud of static, her vocal processors still in active malfunction. “Only if I ca-can do this.” She activated one of her hard light emitters in a flash of violet, creating a construct to fit perfectly against Phillias’ pelvic plate, immediately coaxing it into a malleable state. The voltage transfer skipped a step. Just a moment's hesitation. Metek's monocular glowed brighter, the electric jolt quickly translating to data. Delicious lines of code that told her exactly what to do. She wove the light up through her partner's necrodermis, snaking between nanomolecular gaps in the material. Phillias had never felt something like this before. She looked at her arm, now a meld of bronze and blinding violet light. But the light show was nothing compared to the sensation of being fully permeated by Metek's energy. A curse fizzled out before it could be formed, her own vocal actuators starting to give up in the face of catastrophic power feedback. For a moment, she thought she might be dying, alerts of overwhelmed systems flashing in her vision, warnings of overheating and imminent emergency resets, and she almost pushed the cryptek away. Of course, a more logical idea pushed that panic away, that this was simply how her body processed pleasure like this now. The purple light crept further and further up, taking over more and more of her vision. And she let it take her.

[ask-fry-and-phillia]

HII DO YOU LIKE THE COLLECTOR?

ophelia seems to busy trying to escape to answer you.

[mbilmey]

love languages and sexuality aside, tell me which of the nine different types of greek love you are most about