#Sylvie Ashling

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i apologize to all the people who are lactose intolerant

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Scenario using the "Naven is head of Bliss Ocean" theory with Sylvie discovering it

(Fic under cut; wordcount: 1,308)

"It's you, isn't it?"

Naven stared at him with an unyielding smile, tilting his head curiously, "Whatever do you mean by that?"

The two of them were standing in an abandoned room in the convention hall, the only light filtering in through thick curtains closed over the windows. Despite that, Sylvie could've sworn Naven's hair was glowing with an almost radioactive green gleam.

Yoomtah looked between both guys, practically vibrating on her heels, "Should I-"

Naven shook his head, smiling at her, "Could you leave us alone for a second?"

His bodyguard stood straight up, a saluting hand on her forehead, "On it, bossman!"

Sylvie's eyes trailed after her as she somehow sprinted out of the room so fast, only a blur was left behind in her wake, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake. He returned his steely gaze to Naven, "I know everything."

"You'll have to enlighten me," The CEO responded with a frown, resting his chin on his hand, "I'm afraid I don't have any clue what you're talking about."

Sylvie pointed an accusatory finger, narrowing his eyes through his glasses, "Bliss Ocean. You run it." An uncomfortable silence followed his statement. Sylvie swallowed, "Don't try and pretend otherwise, I have proof-"

Naven interrupted his bluff with slow clapping, walking ever closer to the psychologist. He normally wasn't threatening at all, looking like a strong breeze might knock him over. And yet, Sylvie found himself stepping back, a hand shifting to grab the yo-yo in his pocket.

"Congratulations!"

Sylvie paused, somewhat surprised at the ease with which Naven said it.

"You've caught me! It's impressive really, considering that you only started investigating this today. Maybe you do live up to your, what was it?" Naven tapped his chin with a finger, looking off into the distance. Sylvie scowled. He was being underestimated. "…'Child genius' title? The way Molly talked about you, I thought you were maybe cheating your way through school."

Sylvie flinched. Molly talked about him? And… not in a flattering way. He could gather that much.

"But it doesn't really matter, does it?" Naven returned his gaze to Sylvie, boxing him in against the wall, "Who's going to believe you?"

"Huh?"

"You're just a kid, aren't you?" He asked, voice dripping with sugary sweet condescension, "Why would they trust you of all people? The random teenager who's been spouting random conspiracies about Bliss Ocean being at this convention."

"I-" Sylvie's mouth was dry, but he still spat out the words, "I'm not a kid!"

"Aren't you?" Naven's smile grew ever wider with each passing second of silence from Sylvie, "You've spent your entire life in a race to grow up. But guess what? Being an adult isn't about having a job, or a house, or a car. It's about the skills and connections you make in your youth." Naven bopped Sylvie's nose, "And in your rush to become one, it seems you haven't really grown up at all, have you?"

"But I do acknowledge the fact you know now." He leaned down, whispering in the teenager's ear, "You've done so much at only the age of fifteen. It's a shame they'll remember your murder more than your accomplishments."

Sylvie swung a sloppy punch at Naven, missing, but continuing to swipe at him, "Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'm not- I will expose you!" They continued to move towards the center of the room, culminating in Sylvie tackling the sickly man to the ground, grabing fistfuls of fabric as he hauled Naven's torso up by his shoulder-cape. He hissed in his face, "I'll make sure everyone will know about what you've done."

Naven was still smiling, "You can try."

The door slammed open, light flooding into the room. A whole group of people were standing in the frame, led by Yoomtah, who casually flicked the lights on with a grin, "I brought who you wanted!"

Molly, Trixie, and Phoenica were gasping in horror. Giovanni was staring at him with hardly concealed discontempt. Rick was just… looking. The smile on his face suggested an emotion, but Sylvie had spent enough time with him at this point to know it was for show.

"Sylvie!" Molly cried, "Get off of him!"

Yoomtah hopped over, grabbing Naven by his armpits and yanking him out from under Sylvie with a giggle, sending the psychologist toppling to the ground. She used her hand to dust off Naven, before smiling at him with her hands on her hips, "Silly, silly, I leave you alone for five minutes and you get yourself attacked by a kid! What would you do without me?"

Naven almost looked like a completely different person, sheepishly adjusting his glasses, "Sorry, sorry…"

"Naven's weak!" Phoenica frowned with a pout, walking over to hug Naven's legs, "It's not right to attack someone who can't fight back! It's not right to attack someone in general!"

"Why were you even trying to fight him?" Trixie squinted, stepping in front of the CEO like she was his hired bodyguard.

"Probably got made fun of for being a NERDDDD!" Giovanni and Trixie high-fived.

Sylvie remained on the ground, legs sprawled out beneath him. He might've been stationary but his mind was still spinning, stammering over his words, "But I- He-"

Naven brushed off the crowd of people surrounding him, approaching Sylvie, "I know that you've been struggling a lot with this whole… 'Bliss Ocean Investigation'." Naven reached out a hand, "But you shouldn't let it consume you."

Sylvie smacked it away with an incredulous glare, "Don't psychoanalyze me! That's my thing!" He turned to the group, gesturing to Naven, "He's- He's the head of Bliss Ocean!"

They all blinked at him with varying amounts of confusion and weariness.

"Oh my," Naven said, sounding as if this was the first time he had heard this accusation.

"Sylvie!" Molly hissed, hands clenched tight around the straps of her backpack. "Why would you say something like that?!"

"Because I'm right!" Sylvie protested, fists balled in his lap, "It all makes sense, doesn't it?!"

"No?!?!"

"He's a Mundie in charge of one of the biggest corporations in the world!" Sylvie retorted, "Bliss Ocean is a large Mundie terrorist group! Where do you think they're getting all their funding from?!"

"You can't just say he's a part of a mundie terrorist group because he's a Mundie!" Phoenica gasped in horror, hands clasped over her mouth.

"And isn't one of their operatives a bounty hunter?" Molly added, "They could easily be getting money from there too."

"But- But-"

"He reminds me a bit of Lorelai," Naven chuckled a bit, "Only seeing what he wants to and refusing to see any other perspective."

Sylvie didn't know who Lorelai was. But evidently, everyone else did, the atmosphere of the room shifting to an oppressive pressure, all pushing down on him and him alone. There was no sympathy to be found in their gazes, only disdain. They were projecting. Just that one comparison was enough to equate him to whatever wrongdoings Lorelai had done.

"Let's go," Giovanni murmured to the three girls, gently corraling them back to the door. Yoomtah followed his example, dragging Naven by his hand.

Sylvie only managed to move when he saw Rick go to join them as well.

"Rick! Rick, you believe me, don't you?" Sylvie begged, grabbing at his hand, "You've been with me this entire time-"

Rick stared down at him. The friendship string connecting their two souls appeared, hanging in the air and crackling with black energy. Then all at once, it exploded, shattering into pieces and raining down like soot. Rick took back his hand with an sad frown, walking back to the rest of the group.

They turned off the lights as they left, leaving a kid shaking in the middle of an empty room, all by his lonesome.

[sacabambaspisitis]

headcanon that sylvie has doctor handwriting

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14. Trick or treat

[sparklingsora]

museum trio & mlp

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I havent actually posted in forever and 99% of my energy is going to my ocs, so you guys get to have these funky looking “Episode Thumbnails” I made for funsies (click for better quality!!!)

I spent about 2 hours making all of these and it was like, REALLY fun! I’m working on some more of these but for Prison of Plastic too! Please suggest what chapters I should do (currently made chapter 1,2, 5, and 12!)(I’m not doing chapter 6 though, fuckin HATE that stupid ass scaregrow and how annoying it is to make the bg…)

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hes so fun to draw in different outfits. bro did NOT go to medical school

[jelloapocalypse]

New Epithet Erased short - Sell it To Me!

Featuring art from MasuPasu and audio from Game Changer S2E4

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Part 1

“Well, joke’s on him! I’ve never been secure in my life!”

Bonus doodles :3

Character yapping but:

It’s just the fact that Sylvie is so insecure that he often brings up his academic achievements, is in a rush to train his epithet, and his insistence of being seen as not a kid which all implies a fragile sense of self-worth where he equates his likablility and worth as a person to what he can do.

This guy literally wears cologne just because he thinks people will like him more if he does.

Another example, in the Two-lloween special, where he so desperately and pathetically tries to appear all mature around Molly and hide his hobbies he deems as childish. Like dressing up his sheep while playing D&D.

And he acts all “better than everyone else because I freaking graduated early, haha”

BUT.

The fact that someone else could be able to do all this hard work in mere seconds and practically compete with and challenge that perception of himself as “the special and talented teen prodigy” image he built?

Hahahahahaha. Nope.

Oh yes, and the other fact where he had his epithet stolen/used before. That’s going to be a factor as well. I’ve always headcanon these two to be off at a rough start before the storm turns into calmer waters.

(Tagging @username8746489 cuz they’re as crazy as me abt them <3)

[grepevine]

And for meetings in person he has a full human size costume of himself that he controls from the inside

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Yippee

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lil festive epithet art!

Can’t let sylvie enjoy his cocoa in peace.

Bonus

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Personal Interpretation of a Sylvie + Lorelai interaction/fight

(Fic under cut; wordcount: 1,638)

"Nightmare Fuel!"

Lorelai quickly blinked the sleepiness from the sheep that had jumped in her face away, brandishing her staff out in front of her like a shield. Her body braced for an impact that never came. Judging from the kid's bewildered expression, she imagined that this was a surprise for him as well.

"Hah!" She laughed, placing her hands on her hips with a haughty grin, "Your epithet means nothing against mine!"

Sylvie stepped back with a grimace, staring her down wordlessly.

Lorelai rolled her eyes, "Ugh, don't look at me like that. It's not my fault I'm better than you." She spun around her staff in an extravagent twirl, magical sparkles trailing behind it, "How about I prove it to you once and for all!"

Beaten without even a bleat, Put this annoying kid to sleep!

She disregarded the muttered "not a kid", sticking the tip of her wand out towards her target, her radiant smile glowing under the light from the multicolored pastel bubbles that would reflect Sylvie's power back at him.

Lorelai's smile dropped when bright orange sparks came out instead, popping loudly in her ears before dropping down to the floor.

"Huh?"

There was only a few of them, but as soon as they touched the ground, an inferno sparked to life, swirling outward like a tornado with a heatwave so strong, it knocked Lorelai onto the ground. There was almost no time at all before the flames were climbing up the walls, covering the entire room in a thick cloud of smoke.

No, no, no, no, no, this isn't what she meant to happen! It was supposed to be a harmless sleep spell! Why was there fire?! No, she couldn't do this again!-

"So that's it," Sylvie said, cutting through the panic in Lorelai's mind like a knife. He seemed entirely undisturbed by the destruction around him, not even making an attempt to protect himself. "You're not afraid of fire, are you?"

Lorelai couldn't respond, hands clutched over her nose and mouth. Why wasn't he scared either?

"No, no, what you're most afraid of must be-"

A shrill, piercing scream rang in the air.

A familar scream at that.

One Lorelai had heard that night.

"Molly?!"

Sylvie startled at that, his apathetic analyst persona dropping for just long enough for the confused words to escape his mouth. "She's not supposed to be here-"

Lorelai didn't wait to hear the rest of his sentence. She shot up to her feet, ducking beneath smoke and jumping over embers, adrenaline pumping in her blood. Nothing could be heard above the beating of her own heart other than Molly's terrified screams.

"HELP! HELP ME! TRIXIE! FEENIE! BOSS!"

Lorelai slid to a stop near a large pile of wreckage, stacked up to the roof of the building. The bottom was already starting to ignite, flames burning brightly in front of her. And there Molly was at the very top, curled into a ball and fingers clutching at her hair as she rocked back and forth, body trembling with the force of her cries.

"Molly!"

Molly sniffled, looking down at her sister, obscured by the smoke in the room.

"Don't breath too much!" Lorelai shouted, unable to think of any words of comfort at the moment.

She was the worst. Lorelai hadn't actually seen Molly since she disappeared after Vincent's visit. She had no idea whether her little sister was alright or not this entire time.

Obviously, obviously, she wasn't alright right now! Shouldn't she be focusing on that right now?!

But maybe this is what they needed to fix their relationship. If Lorelai became the hero she always pretended she was, then wouldn't Molly love her again?

"Lorelai! Make it stop!" Molly sobbed.

God, she couldn't even do this right! Even as her sister risked the same fate as their mother, all she was focused on was her own reputation.

Lorelai swallowed with a dry throat, nodding rapidly as she pointed her wand towards the fire. "I… Um…" Her staff wavered in her grip, mind going blank. No. No, not now! She needed a rhyme for her powers to work!

"What are you doing?!" Molly screamed, knees pressed to her chest as the fire grew ever closer, "Just cancel your epithet!"

"Right! Right…" Lorelai dropped the wand, sticking her hand out and pulling on the familar feeling on her chest to delete her augments.

Nothing happened. In fact, the fire started to spread even faster, clawing up the pile until it was licking at Molly's rainboots.

"No!" She shouted instinctively, heart skipping a beat. Why wasn't her epithet listening to her?! She wanted it to stop so make it stop!-

She just needed to try harder. If she tried harder, this would all go away.

But she was trying, so why wasn't it working?!

Molly shrieked, the loudest she's ever heard her sister, flames attaching themselves to her clothes.

"Stop! Stop it!"

But fire didn't have ears. It continued to burn with the same intensity as ever, uncaring of the little girl it had caught in its path.

Lorelai sprinted forward, vision blurred with tears she hadn't realized had formed. A hand caught her by the wrist, yanking her back.

"You can't seriously be planning to climb that, right?"

Lorelai saw red, spinning around and throwing a clumsy punch at Sylvie. "This is your fault!" She screamed, voice intermingling with the cries of her still burning sister. "If- If I hadn't been fighting you, none of this would've happened!" Lorelai kept hurling insults at him, uncordinated attacks with her hands following them, shouting at the top of her lungs to drown out the noises of her sins.

Lorelai could feel it when Molly's voice died down to nothing. It was like she had used her dumb bubble on herself. If Lorelai didn't turn around, she could pretend that's what it was. Like the past five minutes hadn't just happened.

Like she hadn't just killed another family member.

"Your worst fear is not being able to control your epithet, isn't it?" Sylvie asked.

"Huh?"

He snapped his fingers. All at once, the bright fire and heavy smoke disappeared, leaving the room as if time had been rewound. Lorelai didn't dare see what had happened to the Molly that had burned. If she didn't look, she could pretend it didn't exist at all, that there was a chance it wasn't her real sister after all and she hadn't just seen how pathetic Lorelai really was.

Lorelai's knees gave out from under her, collapsing to the floor. She heaved for breath, hiccuping as sobs involuntarily left her. "It's my fault, isn't it?" She weakly asked, "Mom died because of me."

Sylvie's eyes softened just a bit, "I'm sorry."

Lorelai's head dropped, shuddering about the fact that he hadn't even attempted to deny it.

"…Did you mean to?" Sylvie asked.

"What?"

Sylvie paused to think over his words, then elaborated, "People tend to find more comfort when they can place the blame on a tangible thing. But sometimes… Sometimes bad things just happen to people. And we can't control any of that." He took a breath, letting the words sink in for the other girl. "What I'm trying to say is… You shouldn't blame yourself so much. It wasn't something you actively chose to do. You have so much guilt over the housefire that it's led you to isolate yourself from the world in an attempt to prevent yourself from hurting anyone again. But you're still hurting people like this."

Lorelai scowled, "What do you know about me?"

"I-"

"You know nothing about me!" She shouted, "How would you know anything about what I've been through?!"

"You aren't special, Lorelai!" Sylvie snapped, the standard quick temper she had come to expect from the kid. But this one outburst managed to quiet Lorelai down as intended. He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand, "But I don't mean that as an insult."

"How else could you possibly mean it?!"

"I have an epithet I can't fully control in my sleep too."

"So?!" Lorelai retorted. "It's not like you lost your mom too!"

"Maybe I didn't," Sylvie interrupted, "But didn't Molly?"

Lorelai's breath hitched, her gaze returning to the ground.

Sylvie knelt down beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "You… You aren't alone, is what I mean. Other people have been through what you have. And they can help." He mumbled under his breath, "Better than your dad, at least."

"My dad loves us- me though," Lorelai mumbled, heart squeezing at the truth she had stumbled upon. She had used it as a weapon against Molly for years, but she hadn't fully believed it until this moment.

"Maybe so. But a bad person can still have good traits," Sylvie said. He paused for a moment, then continued, "Of course, the opposite can be true sometimes too."

Lorelai flinched as he removed his hand from her shoulder. Sylvie stood, extending his hand again to help her up.

"You've done some bad things, but I don't think you're a bad person, Lorelai. You can still change for the better."

Lorelai sniffled, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. "I-I'm sorry."

"Am I the one you should be saying that to?"

She had reflected on her actions ever since she noticed Molly had disappeared from their home, something that took an embarassingly long time to happen. And while she had denied she'd done anything wrong at first, trying to chase away the guilt that threatened to take hold of her entire body and soul, Lorelai wanted desperately for their relationship to return to what it was before the housefire.

Maybe one day, she'd be worthy enough for it to happen.

For now, she could work towards that, accepting the help that Sylvie had offered her.

[sacabambaspisitis]

a couple weeks ago i remembered epithet erased existed and also remembered my burning passion for drawing the characters in it because they have the most fun designs EVER

so heres some sylvie i conjured up the other night

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5. Swapped Epithets

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