#phantomiaou

[trailblczed]

oh. congrats on the transition (she saw stelle earlier)

Cue a head tilt and several confused blinks. It's obviously meant to be a positive reaction to.. something.. huh? Does she mean he's being reassigned to somewhere else? A whine settles in the back of his throat.

❛ Transition....? What do you mean? Am I being transferred to a new job?

But I liked working with everyone on the Express... ❜

[balemouns]

lynette wordlessly brings you 10 fresh fish impaled on a stick (happy father's day)

hmm... how long does it take to grill fish beyond recognition? no seasoning involved please. yes, that includes cooking oil. asking for a family cookout.

[huuuugestmoney]

can i have some huge money

get your own huge money. this bunch is taken.

[feliscus]

sleep paralysis demon lynette jumpscare (the next time lyney happens to turn his head she is just Right There)

lyney likes to think he's more observant than most. even as gloved hands shuffle his deck of cards, his gaze is always wandering: drifting over buildings, catching on passing faces, memorizing alleyways. in their line of business, staying too idle is an easy way to failure— for both his missions and his shows. the stage might be his second home, but the shadows were his first, with plenty of secrets hidden within them too.

of course, lynette takes to them more easily than he.

“GAH?!?!”

he doesn't always startle so easily— especially not when faced with his sister of all people. but lyney has been on edge all day, and the sudden movement in the corner of his eye has him jumping and stumbling away, the steady rhythm of his shuffling stuttering and sending the cards flying. a hand almost calls for his bow— but then there's those familiar violet eyes, the star that mirrors the tear on his cheek, and instead he's fumbling for her name in his surprise: “lyn— lynette!”

smile slightly abashed, the magician turns to his sister properly. it's not like he has anything to be guilty about at the moment, but sometimes when lynette appears out of nowhere without warning, it feels like he's been hiding something from her.

...not that he can ever really hide anything from her for long anyway. “uh...when did you get here? nothing's wrong, is it?”

[romaritimes]

[S'MORES] - A classic treat, easily made in the bonfires that crop up as the sun begins to set, and perfect for sharing.

freminet is still in her good graces for now, unlike another brother who had thought it wise to pelt her with water balloons. so lynette wordlessly holds out a skewer, marshmallow caught on its tip. the marshmallow is also on fire. freminet has seconds to put it out before it becomes well over well done. a mouthful of ash is probably not within his interests.

"L-Lynette–" He blows at the marshmallow on fire in a panic to no avail, his breath only serving to stoke the flames. Freminet acts before the marshmallow is converted to something more akin to charcoal than anything remotely edible, retrieving Pers and using him as a sort of makeshift catalyst to channel his Cryo energy at the marshmallow.

What happens when you combine fire with ice? Well, in this case, you get a marshmallow burned to a crisp that's now also fully encased in a thick layer of ice. You can't even count on being able to treat it as a popsicle, however; the outer layer of Cryo ice has crystals so jagged it would almost certainly shred the inside of your mouth if you tried, not to mention the ensuing ice burns.

Freminet says and does nothing but look at their utterly ruined treat on the skewer wistfully.

[mrch7th]

[ICE CREAM] - What's summer without ice cream stands at every corner? Careful, these treats melt fast!

"i brought us these." lynette holds out one of the stand's ice cream sticks. they're in the shape of... pom pom??? not that lynette recognizes that. but his gumball eyes are distorted and wonky. he looks very sad and deformed. oh well. she doesn't blink as she opens her mouth and chomps off a huge bite of her ice cream without even flinching.

snowflakes are idly fluttering between her fingertips— as though they could do anything to beat back this searing heat— when lynette approaches with their ice cream. march 7th turns both her gaze and attention away from the dancing snowflakes at the sound of her voice, and they melt away into water droplets on her fingertips. finally, reprieve from the heat!

and from a familiar face too! her entire expression lights up at the vague figure she spies on the sticks. it's kind of lopsided, but still. how cute! did they know what was going on here? maybe they've been here before? surely if they had their face on ice pops they must have some hand in it. ahh, but how could she possibly eat it now?

regardless, it's unfortunate that march can't take them back for the conductor to see— or, well, maybe she can try keeping them frozen with her six-phased ice? hm...that's definitely a thought— but a picture will preserve it for sure. one hand reaches for her share, her thanks on the tip of her tongue as the other goes for the camera ever at her hip with a grin—

and it immediately falls from her face as lynette takes a bite of the ice pop, decapitating the conductor entirely.

march's mouth falls open in shock, barely an attempt made to hide her gaping expression. “that—” she begins helplessly, blinking back and forth between lynette's face and the half-eaten pom pom in her hands. “that was—!” two-toned eyes pinch shut, a silent prayer sent up to the astral express, wherever it is in the sky right now. forgive me, conductor, i would never eat you! please don't kick me off the astral express!!

[entwinefates]

💐 lumidouce bells ofc :>

it's may day! send 💐 to give my muse a flower basket!

     ‎‎ what is teyvat? ( vast, wondrous, dangerous. ) what is paimon? ( small, loud, paimon. ) what is lynette? ( quiet. famous. offering her a basket bursting with lumidouce bells. ) what is

     ‎‎ ❝ ⸻eeeeeeeh!? ❞     ‎‎ surprise would be an understatement. much like a tea kettle whistling at boiling point, the little fae squeaks as her face burst into a blazing scarlet. in a futile attempt to make sense of the situation, her eyes flicker between violet bell-shaped flowers and the aloof magician's assistant, becoming increasingly frantic with each passing second. surely her eyes weren't playing tricks on her? this wasn't the older brother, the charmer, the one who would always pull rainbow roses out of his hat and then reveal they were doves all along? lynette was the one giving her flowers?      ‎‎ ❝ whuh!⸻bwuh!⸻b-but shouldn't this be the other way around...? ❞    

     ‎‎ ❛ phew okay, so that means lynette does like you! ❜      ‎‎ amidst her frazzled mind, the thought struck like an arrow, bringing a flood of relief through her body. despite being direct⸻or perhaps because she was so direct⸻paimon always found difficulty in understanding lynette's thoughts at any given moment. in retrospect, however, it seems a little foolish. lynette is one of the travelers' friends, and that means she's paimon's buddy too, right? they're a two-for-one package deal here!

     ‎‎ regardless, the little fae is all too grateful for the gift, clinging onto the flower basket even as the weight clearly causes her to dip lower in the air.      ‎‎ ❝ but thank you, lynette, paimon will take care of these like her own, uhm, children! ❞     ‎‎ archons, she'll have to tidy out her room in the teapot to make space, won't she? there goes her afternoon. . .

[lastnightstoryart]

Duck Avenger

[negawingduck]

Him!!!

[balu8]

Lara Molinari: Duck Avenger

[beardedhandstoadshark]

Who is the best superhero?

I feel like with how many there are it’s impossible to really declare anyone (or even any group of them) as the best, but generally speaking, I’m inclined to say Superman

[hey-phantomia]

Hey, nice to meet you here!

I‘m PhantomiA and I would describe myself as an artist. Passion and joy is what I find in creating things and bringing my ideas to life by using different ways and styles of art, so I try a lot and I‘m not limited to a specific range or style. Most importantly, I like to have fun with my projects. My goal is to inspire other people, as well share my journey, my knowledge or experiences in an (hopefully) entertaining way.

And btw- thanks for sticking around and supporting me :) PhantomiA

[balemouns]

"father." a box, dressed with a blood red ribbon, is presented to the knave by lynette. inside? maybe a head of someone she's wanted gone. or maybe not. the lid comes off. it's packaged prime meat, splendidly marbled and perfect for the grill. "happy birthday. i hope these cuts are to your liking... if there's anything else you'd prefer, please tell me. thank you for raising our family."

she can almost smell it coming as lynette approaches --- inside the box in her hands is something... red. maybe the scent was becoming too familiar, that of rare flesh and drained of blood...

all because they'd had so many barbecues lately.

perhaps even more than usual for a typical summer in the house of the hearth. regardless -- lynette's gift is a clever one, and something they can all enjoy together. there's the slightest hint of a smile as she accepts the other's gift, opens the box, and confirms what her nose suspected. "marvelous choice, lynette." a pause. did she need to go and purchase more fuel for the grill? ... eh. she had enough fire to work with herself if they were out.

"I was just considering what we should all have for dinner this evening. are the other children yet tired of barbecues?" more a rhetorical question --- arlecchino heads outside to the patio with the box still in hand.

[huuuugestmoney]

a gentle tap on his shoulder will lead to one miss lynette, standing before sampo with her hands behind her back. when she brings them out, one of them is holding a deck of cards that she deftly bridges into the palm of her other hand. the same cards are offered toward sampo with a flourish, fanned in the grip of her fingers with the card fronts facing him.

"pick one."  and when he does, they all disappear in a poof!

"was this it?" the card she seemingly pulls out of sampo's ear is most certainly not his card. lynette stares down at the offending prop rather blankly.  "...no? uh... maybe i messed up..."

but as she's scratching her head, her gaze suddenly flickers a few inches up—as if there's something on sampo's head. brows raised, she says with a little more inflection than her average deadpan:  "hm...? what's that?"

if the great sampo koski should grab it, what would it be? a card, of course... of credits! huuuugemoney!!!

"tada."  wow. her delivery still needs work, it probably always will, but don't worry about it.  "happy birthday. keep those."

and don't worry about how she got them.

sampo turns with a start, wide eyes softening the moment he meets his once-upon-a-time-partner-in-crime.

pick one, she says. delight and curiosity simultaneously alight in turquoise eyes. yeah. sure. he'll bite.

"hmm. this one will do-"

poof! gone, near before he has a chance to proper look at the thing. but he's fast, fast enough to catch a glimpse,

fast enough to know this in fact isn't his card,

and also fast enough to realize this is perhaps all part of the act. in turn, he plays appropriately dumbfounded, mouth a small 'o' as he waits, watches.

"what's...?"

he reaches as bid, because of course the great sampo koski won't leave a friend hanging, and what should he find but

treasure?

eyes crack a sliver wider. turquoise takes on a shiny sheen (he's not crying. he's not!!) and his lip takes on a wriggly sort of shape as sampo tries - and fails - to keep his composure.

"it's... it's beautiful," he manages, finally, as he thumbs through the money included in the card. the look he turns on lynette warns of a big ol' hug incoming - if she ain't keen, now's the time to take a step back. a moment later and it will be too late.

"thank you! truly!!" a sniffle.

maybe the real treasure is the friendships we make along the way...!

"what did sampo do to deserve this... waaah..."

(just kidding. the real treasure is and always will be credits )

[just-a-simpel-narrator]

I think we should we should start a compilation with all of this Guys different Names in different languages! Who's with me?

I'll start with the German one:

"Phantomias"

[phantomialie]

!!Intro!!

Hey hey!

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❥ ABOUT ME:

Welcome to my blog. My name is Phantomia/Seraphim (Phantom or Sera for short) and this is a mainly UTAU blog.I'm an illustrator and-.… well that's about it. I write and animate too but rarely. I post whenever I feel like, which may contain some YN stuff!!

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I am the rightful creator of Goldentale! An Au of mine that surrounds the villain/main character, Chara! And of course my own character, Niny. The Au itself technically still isn't finished, therefore plot holes are expected from this silly little Au.

Meritale is an Au about our lovely Sanses becoming sirens!! There is no lore within this, just a fun little Au about some siren boys. Know that none of the Sanses in this Au belong to me!! I only own the designs of the tails. (I LOVE sirens.)

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