#phillias

[angoryt]

Here is my cover design for The silence and the storm, one of the greatest fanfic I have ever read.

The love I have for this project is beyond measure and outright impossible for me to put into words so I will instead use the power of my hands and make it into art. 

[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

[finaltransference]

[eleooooooo]

Executioner Phillias + the gremlins (commission)

[gulls-art]

I survived finals so have some more evil robots/ sketches

[gotogull]

I post Kirby and WH40k art exclusively now.

[confused-alien]

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 >:]💞

[aikya-kat-44]

Doodle of pallas and athena having a picnic in the woods around lake tritonis that I inexplicably want to finish. Yea pallas is yapping away to athena.

Also I realised this is the first time y'all have seen my Pallas design with scales and my Athena design with wings for some reason, no wingspan jokes pls

[magistralucis]

Oh the things we do for internship [Snippet]

(Haven't posted wips for a while. The prompt was @metashard's, the pairing: Lysikor/Phillias. This was originally part of Lacunae - a drabble collection that began in July - but it just kept growing and growing, and I can no longer deny this will have to be its own thing 🤣

Pre-biotransference TDK. Phillias is a junior Triarch Praetorian, shadowing the Ithakas-Ogdobekh war on the Ithakan side. The Ithakans don't like her much because politics™, which she could put up with, if not for a stowaway who complicates things. She does not get paid enough to handle this. 🤦‍♀️)

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It did not take long for them to notice the stranger's presence.

Phillias was listening in when the elder prince of Ithakas was informed of the situation. The praetorian-in-training guessed he'd joined them about two hours into the march, and her host was inclined to agree. From the very back of the procession to the front the news had traveled, in whispers and nudges: credit where it was due, they'd said, the stranger had tried to blend in as seamlessly as possible. An Ithakan glyph tattooed on his wrist marked him as one of their own, and if not for the glaring lack of a marching partner, he might well have gotten away with it until evenfall.

Kynazh Djoseras took note of the disturbance. Notably, he did not address it on the spot. It was not until his troops had stopped for the night, and the evening tents had been set up, that he turned to the stranger and spoke: "Bold of a sutler to come this far without demands."

The hooded stranger chuckled. "Is that what I am now?" He had a reedy voice, dampened by the sand and exhaustion, but his speech was steady. "A sutler it is then, my lord, though a poor one. No money, nothing to trade."

The kynazh wasn't having it. "Stand."

The stranger obeyed at once. Some three-quarters of a Synaptic Disintegrator fell out from under his robes. The unassembled pieces rolled forward on the sand, followed by everything else that had bound him to the earth: copper weights, ammunition, salt rations, scarab amulets, a whole selection of dream-tobacco in tins and cases and bundles.

The Ithakan troops gazed upon this farce stone-faced. All save for Phillias. At that time she was green and new, and couldn't resist the tiniest smile quirking her lips, though she was quick to re-assume the indifference demanded of her role.

Djoseras closed his eyes. "Lysikor of the House of Leukas. Explain yourself."

"A decan ago we were hit by a geomagnetic superstorm." Lysikor replied, paying no heed to the shock that rippled through the men: that cannot be! Phillias understood this was a major subsidiary house of Ithakas. She wondered why a scion from such a family was bearing the Mark, nor why he was doing - well, whatever he thought he was doing, creeping around outposts, stalking them, or something else. "Mass malfunctions from both sides - all communications broke down, as did the vehicles and the gauss weaponry, and we fended for ourselves with the bare blade. The Ogdobekh fled in the confusion but our nemesor was killed. I know not where the rest have gone."

The officers exchanged looks of dismay. If Lysikor had been with whom they were marching to help in the first place, that was the entire reason for their journey nixed. A geomagnetic storm, Kynazh Djoseras seemed to be brooding through the still waters of his expression, another gift from the accursed sun of Tamar. "All parties were on foot?"

"Yes. If they made repairs I do not know of it."

This planet lay close to the Ogdobekh crownworld. They would've had the easier escape than the Ithakans, if anyone had been able to do so at all. "Is it possible we will run across either side?"

"It may be, but for my part, I saw no one. They'd scattered too far for one man to find."

"For one man distracted by dishonorable matters, perhaps." Djoseras replied sternly, and as if on cue four lychguard brandished their warscythes in Lysikor's face. With a scornful gaze he made known to his troops how Lysikor's items were distinctly Ogdobekh in fashion, from the design of the dream-tobacco cases to the copper-plated scarabs rolling around. "Foe or not, I might remind you that looting is punishable by death."

"This is going to make me sound like a robot, kynazh, but I don't consider life to be a valid metric in my decision-making." Lysikor wasn't intimidated in the slightest. He gazed straight into the prince's eyes, dark against dark in perfect serenity. "The sons of Ithakas are not afraid of sacrifice, and to be frank with you, I didn't think I was going to survive this. If I'd been worried about that I would've taken their rations, not their bagatelles. Their only purpose is to keep track of the enemies I saw felled."

"By you?"

"Most from the storm, some by me, especially in the past few days." Lysikor held out his monocular scope, which had been melted clean through in the middle by a gauss shot. Phillias's gaze fell upon the scarabs: five on their own, two threaded as pendants, both the cords and the faience stained amply with blood. "Got even with me, almost."

Djoseras heaved a deep sigh and rubbed his forehead. Nothing more of value would come of this interrogation. For the first time since her posting, Phillias saw exasperation in the young kynazh's face, he who was normally so stern and unflappable.

Yet for whatever reason Djoseras did not order the outsider destroyed. Maybe it was the need to salvage something from this failure, or perhaps what Lysikor had said about life and its utilitarian disregard had resonated with the kynazh. "Were these not desperate times, and every last hand not necessary, I would smite you here and now. But these are strange times indeed. Make no trouble or else you will be struck down, upon this world or out of it, wherever we may be."

"I thank the kynazh and the lords of Antikef for this mercy." Then at last Lysikor bid his prince his obeisance, taking down his hood and bowing low on the ground, his long unkempt hair falling about his face. As he straightened back up he caught Phillias's eye, and gave her a glimmer of a smile, regarding her with a surprisingly pure curiosity. "And my lady - you are?"

"Lady Phillias."

Djoseras's final words for that evening were directed to the praetorian: both address and admonishment, the intended subject left ambiguous. The proceedings were over and the evening tasks of his troops must resume, and that meant she was to return to the highborns' tents with the others. She made no spoken reply, and neither the kynazh nor the interloper demanded it.

With one long glance back she stood, then turned around, and left the clearing with her glaive in hand.

[fanged-f0x]

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

[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.

[dreamthingsandglitter]

[eleooooooo]

Nothing more dangerous than a bored killer.

(Sorry if you rb’d before the lighting was really bothering me so I fixed it a bit xP)