#phil my beloved

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gf reveal guys! she's so creative lollll.

And NO she is NOT single so don't even try 😠😠

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Not to liveblog my GIF making process again but this frame is so funny to me

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I should remake this drawing

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Suit sketch studies w Phil 💫

havnt done any ghost art in a while 😳

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spot the difference

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Some recent art

Primo with long hair is so pretty

Ft. Phil with a small gift

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love that after so long, after literally building a house, the "windows are all glass" comments stay alive

@amazingphil

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MK-S: (Got me an account) You know, it’s funny, the (IRL) origins of Phil, way back about 48-72 hours ago. At first it was just a joke based off Gretchen having her tantrums in the Shield dimension, then a joke about the screaming coming out of Klarissa’s hat continuing after Gretchen left…but then I wanted to add one more punchline. I thought it would be funny to call it Phil. Not sure if abyranss’s “bigger hat” image came out first and if the “observing cosmic horrors” inspired me further or vice versa. But now we’ve got an unknown Eldritch abomination occasionally interacting with a familiar-turned witch baby, it lives in said witch’s hat, and we call it Phil.

I’d actually been planning prior to recommend that Klarissa could have a butler, maybe a familiar or something. But in this last batch of responses to Kechi, (anons, JunkoAnon, etc). I see a wave a creativity; A Clara doll humanoid form for Phil, possible origins as a familiar, even art. And this is where I, MK-S, bring forth the following proposal:

(Tosses formal tone out the window) You guys might not believe this, but I think I know how to incorporate basically all of that stuff, including my intent to keep Phil unknownable, into one combined idea. And since I’ve got the account now, and hopefully this all posts into the ask correctly on mobile, I’ll present it in a loose anthology format:…actually, that’s taking a while, so here’s a tldr/summary for when I don’t finish before I hit the hay:

The idea of Klarissa’s first familiar going into her hat, then eating leftover grief seeds until it can no longer get out I think serves as a good foundation. Could indeed be Walpy level…but this is where I insert the tragedy; an Eldritch entity comes upon the Familiar turned witch, a Clara Doll in a black suit, and consumes it. However, the Clara doll holds onto the idea of its mother, affectionately referred to as “Lady Klarissa” throughout its assimilation, with and pieces of it becoming a part of the entity’s newly formed consciousness. The idea of watching over “Lady Klarissa” endures into this Eldritch abomination’s mind, or at least occasionally watching over her. (So it sort of combines my idea of an existing Cosmic Horror being Phil, as well as a possible incorporation of JunkoAnon’s “first familiar” idea.)

As for the use of a Clara Doll body, I think it’s possible to combine that with the Butler idea I had never brought up; in the same way the image of Phil’s depiction had him coming out of a hat, the idea I have is the assimilated remains of the Clara Doll are restored but are also stretched and somewhat distorted. The black funeral clothes it once wore are now reformed into a butler uniform. And of course, Phil would be wearing Klarissa’s hat whenever he would manifest in this way, as this body is more the equivalent of a finger puppet, if you operated a finger puppet with a single eyelash. It likes to pretend it’s somewhat human with this…puppet, on the handful of (rare) occasions it comes out, but tends to avoid speaking; it has no desire for Lady Klarissa to bleed from every pore and for her blood to drip skyward.

Oh, and Phil actively keeps other cosmic entities away from the portal in Klarissa’s hat; Gretchen does a similar task in the portal of Homura’s shield, albeit unknowingly.

Vicsep7250, I don’t know how you do it, so props to you and all the io3 stories you’ve written here. Anyway, this has definitely been the most I’ve written for this in one go, and it almost resembles a blog post on its own. Sorry about that. But before I call it a night, I’d like to leave a section I did finish typing up on my phone: a “short” idea on when sleepwalking Nagisa MET Phil. (But before I do, I just want to say this has just been one possible interpretation of Phil; heck, I’m going to have fun with the knife wielding tentacle, but replacing “invented” with “summoned”, the box with Klarissa’s hat, the knife with the part of the knife Phil bit out, and imagining a cosmic horror beyond human comprehension going “Wwwhheeeeeee!”)

Here’s the short story (and I hope the formatting for this has been alright, not just here, but the entire ask: never done this before or on this app):

A visitor came from Lady Klarissa’s black star. Most peculiar. Not an invitee of its Lady. No, the Lady was wandering the dreamlands, that it could see for itself. But…how odd. The visitor before it was also amongst its Lady and her fellow dreamers…and yet stood before it, all the same. This visitor…this…intruder seemed unphased by the constant screams that came from the being’s many mouths and many more voices. The entity brought forth its many limbs, a thousand torsos, a million arms and tentacles, preparing to reduce the intruder into a smear upon the fabric of existence. The intruder manifested glyphs, in the language of Lady Klarissa’s mother. Irrelevant, and the being prepared the blow. The intruder manifested more glyphs, in the language of Lady Klarissa’s kind. A language it may have at one point known, but been long since buried in the endless sea of Eldritch Truths. It began to attack when the intruder manifested a third set of ruins in the language of-

It stopped mid-swing. Interesting; Even to a being such as itself, the newest writings…Ah, there was much to do. And a hunt! So long had it been since the last hunt. Before the old doll, before Lady Klarissa herself. Before her kind first learned to walk upon their little world. Yes, a hunt was in order. And the intruder, no, the Guest, would lead the way.

——-SEVERAL (EARTH-SIDE) HOURS LATER:

Madam Charlotte, or “Bebe” as she insisted, had been quite the hunter. To rip apart such ancient void dwellers with such ease, its presence was hardly needed. And yet…it couldn’t deny the existence of a sense of…satisfaction, in having participated. And how humble the Guest was, taking only a few of the finest cuts from some of her more…spectacular kills. Clearly, she had come for the thrill of the Hunt, rather than any true need to feed.

Much had been discussed with Bebe inside the timeless void. The manifestation of her written scripts and a few words of her rather…flat and stationary language. But it was enough for the entity to leave a small message once Bebe returned through Lady Klarissa’s black star with her cuts. The Witch had given her word that her own mother would prepare the alien meat into a fine meal for Lady Klarissa and company. It was coming to be time to part, as it could see Lady Klarissa preparing to leave the dreamscape, while the one known as Nagisa seemed to be waiting for Bebe to arrive to take her from the sleeping world. It helped pull the meat into the black star, bid farewell to the small hunter, and then etched a message, brief thought it was, to inform the Lady of the nights events, in the flat script of the Witches.

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…this is what happens when I get over the 500 character limit. Any other long posts will be more direct stories or compilations of mini ideas, like the kind I normally spam I mean…no that’s accurate, the kind I normally spam you with. Well, have a good day everyone!

That has to be one of the longest asks I've ever gotten but I love every bit of it honestly...