Pthora is sooo beautiful! >u< )~!
That’s sweet of you to say! /;v; She would not agree but I am touched none the less.
seen from Iraq
seen from United States
seen from Chile
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Sri Lanka

seen from Sri Lanka
seen from China
seen from Spain

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Yemen

seen from United States
Pthora is sooo beautiful! >u< )~!
That’s sweet of you to say! /;v; She would not agree but I am touched none the less.
Pthora loves hugs from people she trust.
That would be true if there was anybody out there worth trusting.
Black bird for Pthora
She remembers everything that happened, but to say that she simply ‘remembers’ is a little bit simplistic. She ‘remembers’ in the sense that every time she closes her eyes, every time she’s not yet in her body and not yet free of it, every time she’s lost in the in-between space that lingers after consciousness and before nightmare-ridden sleep, she relives it. The blasting pain of every claw ripping through her, the flash of fiery sensation that raced through her head when she lost her eye, the wet slick of her own rust blood gushing and splattering all around her as she fell to her knees, and then- something. She still can’t describe it, can only close her eyes and feel it over and over. That moment when she felt something in her spine suddenly pop, and then the pain of her torn-off leg was no more. She remembers, in the the sense that she relives it every night, how her lusus barked and shrieked as she was ripped to shreds, and how she dragged herself to the edge of the hill and let herself tumble down through the trees and the rocks until it all went still and cold around her.Maybe it hadn’t been ‘torture,’ not the likes of which the seadweller she had spoken to on Trollian seemed to have endured. But this remembering, these moments in-between when she could still suffer the phantom sensation of lost limbs and burning toes, this was torture.
☠☠☠ Pthora
☠ Since the drone attack Pthora’s reproductive organs have been almost entirely unresponsive. Her bulge neither fully sheaths, nor fully UNsheaths at any given time, and is far less vibrantly blood-coloured than it ought to be.☠ While Pthora’s away from her body the reprogrammed carpentry drones tend to her physical needs. This includes giving her baths, changing her clothes and assisting in waste disposal, to put it gently.☠ Whereas she used to be a rather thin yet muscular lady, Pthora is now simply rail thin and rather frail. Her carpentry drone nurses exercise her limbs enough to keep her muscles from going into atrophy, but it’s not the same as actually occupying her skin and exercising of her own volition. This is why she’s made references to the fact that her body ‘doesn’t fit her anymore.’
✪Pthora and Krauka
PTHORA: Nothing whatsoever. After Aequus wronged her she’s closed her heart to the entire advent of ‘crushing’ on anyone.KRAUKA: I guess if we wanna’ call her bonerfeelings crushes, uhh… she really enjoys Namor and Zikaia in different capacities. Namor is a capable, ruthless man and she enjoys kicking shit around for him and letting him top, and Zikaia amuses the shit out of her in an ‘aw look at this little tough guy, I wanna’ pin him down and mercilessly give him the D’ kinda way.
Pthora is there anyone that you find sexually or emotionally attractive?
I welcome you to take a lok at the number of trols I know on any sort of personal level.
Pthora do you have any relationships that you would like to move to a more romantic place?
No.Romance is awful. I realy don’t want to go there again.I find some of the trols I interact with to be atractive but I don’t have any interest in becoming so vulnerable to them.
Pthora do you feel like you are using Phobii for her body?
[I feel like retconning it so they never met]