#augment epithet

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Lorelai would be an uta kinnie 100%

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Sorry if someone has already asked but can u pls do lorelai blyndeff from epithet erased ? :3

Ēostre : the augment witch

[art-of-a-ghostie]

After three centuries, I am here with art, specifically Ramsey's minions in Epithet Traded (AU where the trio swap roles)!!

Have some fun facts about them under the cut:

Tumult and Omen go by they/them, Omen, Chimera and Yellow by she/her, and Genie by he/him

Unlike Giovanni's Boys they made it in the cut and have been given a captain (Ramsey), the only exception is Yellow, who was instead "transferred" from Arnold and Bugsy' team to Ramsey's (they found her annoying and wanted to get a reason to have contact with Ramsey for his epithet so they killed two birds with a stone by literally abandoning her in the same way a birth parent abandon a baby, leaving her at the feet of Ramsey's team with a card taped on her forehead and the ran away)

The reason why they all have a nickname is not because they impressed their team but because Ramsey didn't want to risk outing them during missions and slapped the first things he thought while seeing them

Also, Ramsey at first didn't really care about them, or better saying, he didn't want to care about them, but they easily got inside his heart anyway. He almost feels bad to have given Yellow such a lame nickname.

They all have matching earrings <3. They are friends :]

They are all mundies except Genie, but Chimera and Omen THINK they MIGHT have one as well, but don't know the word

Genie has the epithet "Manufacturing". It's a mix between "soulmates", "augment", and "parapet". He can create anything at a cost; he must know what materials they are made of and what the procedures are behind the process of their creations. His stamina allows him to do that only three times, and this is why he was nicknamed "Genie" (that and his incredible resemblance to the one in the movie Aladdin)

Omen is like Milo Murphy in the sense that she is extremely unlucky, but has adapted so well that she is thriving. If it's a side effect of an epithet she doesn't know to have, a curse, or just herself, is something she has no clues about. Put her in the same room with Car Crash and you get a slapstick comedy a la Tom and Jerry.

Chimera is similar, but is more a "YAY ADVENTURE :D" and a bit of an adrenaline junkie instead of Omen who is more a "OkayThisIsHappening ApparentlyAndOnlyICanGetMyselfOutOfThisShit ":/" and mostly gets herself in trouble because she wants to.

The reason the rest thinks she is inscribed (she doesn't really think about it) is because she survived ridiculous things in her life, but on the other hand, this is Epithet Erased, and humans are just built differently

I imagine her coming from an eccentric hippie rich family for some reason. Their aesthetic might be the opposite of the Addams Family's, but they would be on the same wavelength.

Her hair is dyed btw. (The rest have natural hair)

Medium is sort of like Sylvie, likes to pretend they are intellectual and the voice of reaso,n but they are a dork like anyone else

They have a cat they called "Maximus Leopold The Third" they spoil him so much that when they talked about him to their crew for the first time, the crew was thinking that Medium was a teen parent

Tumult is actually the voice of reason, and sometimes the closest Ramsey has as a second in command/therapist, which makes Genie and Medium so pissed because they want to be Ramsey's second in command >:(

Yellow still hangs out with the rest of the Jennifers :] (mentioned in chapter 5 of Bold at the museum)

She also shares a one-sided rivalry with Flamethrower (yeah, he is still a Giovanni's boy) because she is in the basketball team and he is in the male cheerleading club and train in the same gym and she is like "Hey wanna jog with me? :]" and his hot headed ass just assumes this is a declaration of challenge, says yes, and gets even more pissed when she is just "Wow you are so fast :D" because he thinks she is mocking him. (This happens in the normal canon universe too btw).

They all have a music playlist where they put their favorite songs together, and it's a headache-inducing nightmare between ABBA, musicals, meme songs, pop songs, remixed classical music, Nightcore cores edit, and Vocaloids. Ramsey listens to it while he draws commissions.

[dailysylvesterashling]

Day one hundred and twenty nine

What if Sylvie and Lorelai swapped epithets?

Sylvie having augment and Lorelai having drowsy

Dungeon master Sylvie AU

He leans into his DnD interests and uses Augement to host DnD campaigns in dream bubbles

Nerds all throughout sweet jazz talk about him like legend

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A scenario using both the "Naven is the head of Bliss Ocean" theory and my crack prediction that Lorelai is gonna join the organization

(Fic under cut; wordcount: 962)

Molly hated this feeling. After spending two years of her life on making sure her family wouldn't die, she was perpetually stuck in a state of discomfort unless she was doing something useful. And right now, she couldn't do anything but stand still in front of the head of Bliss Ocean and its newest operative.

Or more accurately, her teacher and sister.

She knew Lorelai was bad, but she didn't think she'd go join a terrorist organization once she realized she had to work! 

And Naven... 

"Are you alright, Molly?" The very man asked with a pleasant smile, as if they were having one of their normal interpersonal communication lessons, "I know this must be a lot for you to take in." Lorelai stood at his side, clothed in the witch's outfit from when Naven had first wormed his way into her good graces. 

Molly clutched at the straps of her backpack, nails digging into the tough fabric in an attempt to ground herself. "Why?"

Naven's head tilted to the side, making him seem genuinely confused, "What do you mean?"

"I... I know you're a mundie, but why all this?" Molly mumbled, unable to bring her voice any higher in the imposing atmosphere of the empty room. "I didn't think you hated inscribed..."

"I don't," Naven clarified, "But you do have to understand that epithets are dangerous, Molly."

"I know that!" Molly stamped a foot, summoning all of the confidence Giovanni had instilled in her, "But-"

"After all... epithets were the thing that killed your mom, weren't they?"

A beat passed. The room was silent for an uncomfortably long second.

Molly's fingers dug tighter into the fabric of the bear hoodie her mom had made her, "...What?"

Lorelai snapped her body to face Naven, staff trembling in her hands, "Naven-"

"You've never thought about it, have you?" Naven continued, ignoring her presence entirely, "Of course you wouldn't. You were already greving so much, it never occured to you to consider what caused the fire."

Molly's body felt colder with every second, the sound of her heart beating becoming so loud, it threatened to drown out Naven's words. Lorelai's panicked nature wasn't helping much, only fueling Molly's anxiety. 

"Don't you remember that night?"

Of course she did. How could she forget? The fire climbing up the walls, the smoke hanging in the air, vision obscured from the tears spilling down her face and seemingly evaporating in an instant in her little ten-year-old mind. 

"Your Epiphany happened in a very stressful moment, so I don't blame you for not connecting the dots before now."

She had been choking her little throat out, sore from inhaling smoke and, more importantly, screaming out Lorelai's name as she desperately banged on her sister's dream bubble with her tiny fists to wake her up, epithet flaring to life to break through the solid exterior and plunging inside to pull Lorelai free. 

One of the dream bubbles that she made in her sleep with no issues.

The dream bubbles that would often augment reality around it.

"About how Lorelai's epithet summoned the fire that burnt down your house."

It felt like a knife to Molly's chest. 

"A... Ah..."

Naven's face fell, stepping forward and reaching out a comforting hand, "Molly..."

Before he got any closer, Molly collapsed to her knees, hands in her hair as she screamed. A whole two-years worth of anguish and grief exploded out from the girl, wailing and screams echoing around the room and ringing in everyone's ears. There was no physical element to it, not even a stray use of her epithet. But even still, there seemed to be a barrier around Molly, preventing anyone from approaching her as she curled up into a ball.

Naven knelt down to the ground, "You understand why Bliss Ocean does what it does now, right? Molly, you're one of the brightest people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. That's why I'm trying so hard to help you see my perspective. I want you to join me-"

"You promised!" Lorelai interrupted, voice cracking, tears in her own eyes as she grabbed Naven and pulled him back up to his feet. "You promised you would let me tell her!"

"You knew?"

The witch flinched, suddenly remembering her audience. Molly stared at her, button eyes unmoving like a doll's. No emotion could be read in her pupils, but it still managed to cut the other girl down to size. Lorelai's grip tightened on her staff as her outfit seemed to fizzle under Molly's gaze, threatening to fade away at any moment, the edge of the fabric bubbling like it was being boiled.

"You... You k-" Molly choked on her words, unable to even utter the sentence she wanted to scream at her sister. It had always been like this, stuck being so quiet that everyone else walked all over her. 

Naven walked over to the twelve-year-old, still so very young for all the trauma the world had dumped onto her without regard. He put his hands on her shoulders, and Molly hated how she instinctively relaxed under the hands of the teacher she had once trusted so much.

"These past two years of suffering was because of one epithet. I just want to make sure such a tragedy never happens to anyone else. You understand, don't you Molly? You wouldn't wish your pain on anyone else, would you?"

Naven smiled at her from where he was hovering over her shoulder. Then his eyes opened for the very first time in the months she had known him, pupils staring down Molly with all the might of a predator standing over their prey. 

And in that moment, that was all Molly could see him as. 

"So won't you join Bliss Ocean?"

[pokemontheywouldhave]

Please reblog for larger sample size :)

Propaganda below :

Witch theme, Cute outfit-like fur pattern, purple, shinyness reflects the luck that Loralei got a Really Good epithet, "Augment" (her epithet) could be seen as a psychic-like ability in the pokemon world.

Fire :)

[inaconstantstateofchange]

Raphael/Haarlep | there is wise valour (and there is recklessness)

A/N: 18+ | a pre-canon exploration of the possible origin of Raphael's Ascended Fiend form, and the begrudging rapport between him and Haarlep.

Words: 3.4k

Read it on AO3

Raphael stalks through the halls of his House – nothing so grandiose as to deserve the epithet, yet, but he is prepared to impress his will upon the universe until it is – cringing imps scattering into the shadows as they avoid his fearsome tread. A telltale haze shimmers at the edge of his vision, overwriting the dull stonework with rippling red. The door to his personal suite looms out before him, and he scrabbles at the handle, forcing it open just enough to allow him entry, then spinning to force it closed again with a barely-tempered thud. The resolute click of the arcane locking mechanism grants him some small measure of relief.

His servants, few as they are, know not to disturb him here, so he will have his peace.

This simple and inanely optimistic certainty is broken almost immediately, with the voice of potentially the last being he desires to encounter in this moment: Haarlep, his lord father’s wretched consolation gift.

Oh, he certainly did not deign to express it as such, but the timing made the implication exactly as clear as the Archduke of Cania required. Too slow to profit as he had desired – as he had planned, painstakingly – from the fall of Netheril, and the fatuity of the fool Karsus, the Crown and its fearsome power already swept up and shelved away in the vaults of Mephistar, to be ignored or studied – then ignored again – at his father’s leisure.

“Oh dear, our little lord’s in quite a state today, is he not?” The silken tones of the incubus’s voice might be enticing to another, but they grate against Raphael’s ears like the music of a fingerless bard.

Raphael grits his teeth, refraining from digging his horns into the wood of the door before him by willpower alone. Haarlep, his father had named the wretch, an insipid mirror to reflect his every action back to Mephistar. He could not afford to be known to his father in this state.

A fit of temper was one thing. Hypocritical though he be, Mephistopheles could not deny his blood ran true in such matters. An uncontrollable beast-form, however, one twisted and warped by the broken magics of Netheril? Such knowledge would bring either disdain or interest — and a scrutiny he would not be liable to profit from in either event.

“What are you doing here?” He grinds out, refusing to turn around. Poor form, to leave his back to an enemy, but better the suspicion of weakness than the truth of it, until he can master himself as he ought.

A light, chiming laugh floats through the air like gossamer webs, undulating as the incubus steps closer to him. They run fashionably tapered claws in maddeningly delicate tapping motions down his back, between the base of his wings. He’s certain it is meant to entice, but all it does is make his skin itch and crawl, hungering for slaughter – for satiation – in a ravenous manner he has not felt before.

The desire itself is certainly not new to him, but the drive to follow through, and damn the consequences? That is more of a struggle. He’d thought the beast-form would take a mighty shape, one that would augment his own power and prestige, that he could gloat about to rivals and hold over the heads of his siblings.

Instead, he is left to feel grateful for his position of no note, that he has no true household staff to warn away from loose tongues. Only a few wretched imps, too foolish to put one brick atop another were the plans directly before them, and the incubus, its true thoughts held scrupulously behind dancing eyes. Said incubus’s vexatious tapping continues, clawtips light enough to refrain from marring even a thread of his richly embroidered tunic, but refusing to respond to the intimation of his shifting motions and leave well enough alone.

“Why, I aim only to remind my lord that I am here at his disposal, of course.” The incubus’s tone is conversational, as though they are speaking over a formal luncheon, rather than after they had barged into his own private chambers without so much as a by-your-leave. Raphael’s fingers curl against the door, leaving slight gouges this time.

The incubus is not finished, however, continuing on languidly, “We have had so little opportunity to connect, you and I, since I was first remanded into your… care.” The subtle emphasis put on the last word indicates the incubus’s cognizance that the reality was anything but, and invites him to commiserate with their shared circumstance. Raphael declines. Their situations are nothing alike, and he’ll not be condescended to by this… this… wretch.

At his limit with the damned touching now, Raphael spins away, knocking the incubus’s overreaching arm to the side. “Enough, damn you!” His voice begins as a snarl but he manages to quell it to a hiss. “Your presence is neither desired nor requested, and thus you should be anywhere at all in the estate but my private chambers.” He gestures to the door in a clear dismissal. “You may count yourself fortunate that I have more pressing matters to deal with at the moment than your insolence.”

He knows as soon as the last word leaves his lips that he’s made an error. The incubus’s eyes light up behind the graceful drape of their hair, filled with a dancing glow as its plump lips curl with keen delight. “More pressing than making use of an esteemed gift? The little lord is keeping secrets.” Its tongue flicks out, long and forked, wetting its lower lip with a glistening sheen as it draws, achingly slowly, back in.

Raphael tears his eyes away from the gallingly-enticing gleam, displeased to find that, yet again, his threats are as puffs of air to this detestable creature. He attempts to draw himself up, mantling his wings with oblique menace, and flattens his voice to a firm register. “I have no obligation to keep counsel with you, cur.”

The incubus taps one long, slender finger mockingly against its chin. “Mmmm,” it lets out a long, unnecessarily drawn out hum. “‘Obligation’? Certainly not. I would not dream of prevailing upon the goodwill of your august personage to demand as such.”

It pauses, a glimmer of sweet-edged malice drifting across its face. “However… It might behoove the little lord to indulge an ally, rather than order an adversary.”

The hellfire haze, nearly dissipated while he was not paying attention, blazes back into being around him. The beast howls within, clawing at his bones, desperate to cleave flesh and willing to settle for his own if more suitable sacrifice was not provided. Raphael grinds his teeth against the cry of pain, keeping his voice unaffected even as it feels like speaking through blades of infernal iron.

“You presume much, gift-of-my-father. Perhaps too much. Why should I seek to find an ally in one so markedly bound to higher loyalties?”

The incubus laughs, light and mocking. “Loyalties? What a precious concept. A lord must have strength enough to protect his vassals, in exchange for their loyalty.” Their friendly mien drops entirely, pinning him with a flat, piercing gaze as that damned finger taps, slow and languid, against their chin. “Thus far, I have seen no indication of any such strength from you, little lord.”

At this final expression of disrespect, the delicate webs of Raphael’s remaining self-control fracture and wisp away. A hideous sound of ripping flesh and crackling bone echoes around the room, dissipating against the sound-muffling enchantments etched into the stone. Between one interminable blink and the next, his vision doubles, then trebles, the shifting haze edging out to line the fringes of his new sightlines. He looks to the incubus standing before him in triplicate – a reflection now in truth – with fury the forenote of the increasingly bestial bent to his mind. He loosens his disjointed jaw in anticipation, and awaits the wretch’s usual twist of mockery.

Haarlep stares – up, and up – at the mangled, marvelous creature before them. So this is what their little master has been hiding since his return from the broken remnants of Netheril, bare days after their own arrival. He’d slammed back into the House like a meteor strike, a furious tempest raging throughout its halls ever since. Haarlep’s sole attempt to ingratiate themself had been met with glowering fury followed by curt dismissal, and a silent, fraught détente ever since.

That, of course, simply would not do. Perceived failure at such a level would, sooner or later, make its way back to the lord of Mephistar. And, generous though the terms of his commandment had been, none were that generous.

Haarlep had bedecked themself in their finest things, gauzy drider-silks embellished with blood-pearls and ornate, embroidered sigils, and hied away to the little lord’s personal chambers for one final attempt. Either they’d finally come to some conclusive understanding, or… Well. The consequences for a failed contract with the lord of the Eighth Layer would not be pleasant. Haarlep took pain to bed as a lover as willingly as pleasure, but even their malleable form and aberrant senses had their limits.

And, at first, it had seemed like their cause was just as lost as it had initially appeared. The stubborn little brat, refusing to treat with them as their positions demanded, to engage with the realities they were – the both of them – constrained within. They’d pushed, pressed up close to his body the way they knew he loathed, needling at him with claws and words alike, pricking about for any crack in his obdurate mask.

And then — not a crack, but a shattering entire. Emerging from the stagnant shell of the lordling was birthed a monstrosity, pure and twisted.

An agglomerate skull, eyes glowing baleful and amber from cavernous sockets. Jagged limbs unsuited for movement and coated imperfectly with dappled scale, internal fire licking out from the crevices against undefended flesh, searing and cauterizing in continuous agony. Wings, groomed and genteel mere moments before — now marred with rot and ruin, mantled in tattered shreds held in place by blackened scar tissue.

What a mess. Haarlep could understand why the little master had been so reclusive if this was the shape now lurking within him. His new form’s structure might be passingly compared to that of a cornugon, but only to a witless imbecile. The bone-plate, tarnished and burnt, bore some similarity to the lustrous ossified mail of an osyluth, but lacked entirely their ordered and brutal beauty. In truth… beneath the surface, there was truly nothing of the Hells about this form at all, but rather — something far more Abyssal in origin.

Haarlep smiles, slow and sweet, their long tongue flicking out from their mouth and dragging back the scent of the beast as it returns, a delectable sweet hint of Chaos just discernible below the rest. Their smile grows wider still as they savor it, subtle fangs bared by the action.

“Little master has been quite the naughty boy, hasn’t he? Dabbling with magics too powerful for him, perhaps? Snooping around in pilfered Netherese parlors, grasping at scraps?” They tut chidingly, shaking their head at him.

The beast huffs out a gusting breath, fetid air coursing from its maw, its blackened claws all too obvious as they raise to strike.

Haarlep coos. “How cruel of the little lord to keep this lovely surprise all to himself. Why, we could have been playing together long since.”

Silence, for a moment. Then a reverberating growl shudders from its chest, emerging as a guttural hiss from its frayed vocal cords. With a crack of over-stressed bone, the beast crouches, then springs forward, toppling them both and slamming its forelimbs down on either side of Haarlep’s head. Its bone-jaws open and chitter against one another in accompaniment to its hissing. Hot, silvery liquid drips from the base of its throat, settling in searing pearls on Haarlep’s face before streaking wincingly away.

Haarlep clucks their tongue, reaching out a hand to caress along the roughened bone of the closest skull. “You can certainly take me like this, if you’ve a mind,” they say leadingly, rolling their body languidly upward to brush against the delightful texturing of the beast-form above them. Oh, it has been too long since they’ve dealt with any of Chaos’s get. An admittedly amateur transformation, perhaps, but nothing they cannot endear themself to their little lord by offering some much-needed assistance.

The beast responds with a huff, moving toward their touch for one brief moment, then away again, the creaking of misaligned joint and bone filling the chamber with a grisly cacophony. It seems the little lord isn’t particularly accustomed to his new form’s mind yet, either. That will make some things harder — and others easier.

Haarlep rolls their body up against the beast’s once more, to regain its attention and realign its purpose. Its triune head with trebled skulls, raised to scan the room around them, swings back down to pin him with those flat, glowing eyes, set so far back in their sockets. The vision on this beast-form must be disorienting indeed.

A snarling rumble rises up from the cavernous chamber of the beast’s chest — perhaps a disdain of the presumption, or an unfamiliarity with the sensation in this form. In either case, the little lord is welcome to communicate his desires to Haarlep should he choose. Otherwise, they shall do as a good attendant ought, and attend him.

They undulate again, aiming with particular focus for the most likely location of a hidden pleasure structure, sparing a moment to hope that their rash little lordling had not botched whatever ritual he’d stumbled upon with such talent as to lose that. Haarlep could certainly make an exemplary showing without any such element present – and had upon multiple occasions in the past – but it would certainly help the situation along. After a long moment, they feel an answering pressure coming from the boiling hot area between malformed limbs, and devote particular attention to encouraging it to emerge further.

The beast, plainly feeling the results of their efforts, snarls again, its claws scraping against the stone floor and leaving deep, gouging furrows. Its central skull flashes down and fastens around Haarlep’s throat, just barely stopping before it would cause true harm. They freeze for a moment, elegant neck extended, and luxuriate in the dull prick of those rending fangs — then moan, low and throaty, relaxing into them until the prick becomes true penetration.

The beast huffs, in what resembles nothing so much as sheer bewilderment. Haarlep throws their head back in laughter, relishing the bite of the bone-tooth collar, and the gentle rivulets of blood that begin to seep steadily from the punctures. “No stomach for the devouring, have we? A pity. By all means, then, allow me.”

They slither sinuously free of the beast’s hold, loosened in its surprise, earning more tender tears from the delightful drag of fang on flesh. The beast seems fully lost in its puzzlement now, crouching back on its haunches, its budding member just beginning to poke forth from the sheath at the twisted apex of its hips. Haarlep feels their mouth water, venom pooling slick and sweet, as it emerges in jerking, ungraceful spasms. Their eyes curl up in a true smile.

“Look at you,” they croon. The cockhead is blunt and brutal, with raised ridges at irregular intervals across its surface. The shape of it tapers just under the first bullying bulk of the head, then flares outward again, with diagonal, tiered ridges forming concentric circles underneath it. It looks delectable.

They slide closer on their knees, bowing their head and letting the smooth flood of their hair fall to the side to keep the nape of their neck – and its sluggishly bleeding marks – exposed. The beast observes the motion, skulls twisting to keep them centered in its vision and mantling its tattered wings, but makes no move to dissuade them by force — a clear invitation if Haarlep has ever seen one.

They lean closer, tongue flickering out to wrap around the flat tip and taste. The beast lets out a screeching cry, contorted hips juddering forward and one hand slamming down to tear at the floor. Misshapen then, but no less sensitive for it, it seems. Haarlep retracts their tongue slowly, savoring the taste of ash and burnt sugar. All things taste saccharine to them from contact with their venom, but the overwhelming edge of conflagration on the beast adds an alluring dimension they hunger for more of. And they’ve certainly never been one to deny themself an indulgence.

Prepared this time for the response of the beast – so clearly never touched before in this form – Haarlep wraps their long fingers around it, inanely delighted by the way they nestle into the hollows created by the banding ridges. The size would be difficult to fully encircle for the average mortal, but fits the grasp of Haarlep’s long fingers near-perfectly. The beast gives another rattling cry, starting forward as the stimulation encourages forth one final pulse of the cock from its sheath, a raised nodule at the base of the cock itself tugging free from the lip of the sheath.

Haarlep hums, eyeing the little structure with consideration, then moving their thumb down to caress it with the barest edge of claw. The beast growls, and the blaze of heat about it increases as it curls forward, its skulled head coming to rest in the air just above Haarlep’s upper back. They begin to feel enshrouded in the waves of heat rolling off of the beast, caged between it and caught in the dizzying miasma of Chaos.

They send their tongue out once more, this time holding the beast still by their hand around its cock. Their tongue flickers dexterously in between their fingers and the roughened flesh of the cock itself. The beast pants above them, gusts of air teasing down along their spine. With more of that ash and cinder scent filling their senses, Haarlep widens their mouth and takes the beast’s cock within them, the blunt head rubbing pleasantly up against the back of their throat. Their venom catches and pools in the crevices on the cock’s surface, easing its glide as it enters them. They shift away their fingers bit by bit as they usher the cock into their mouth, adjusting their mouth to its size before removing the last implicit constraint on the movement of the beast.

The head catches against the opening to their throat just as the beast recognizes its freedom, chasing the sensation they’ve granted it with jerking thrusts of its hips. Haarlep angles the flexible muscle of their throat to better receive it, feeling the ridges pressing back against their flesh as the beast bullies its way further into them, utterly uncaring of their own welfare. It is for the best that they’ve been the one to give the little lord’s beast its sorely needed outlet. Any other and the lordling would have more likely awoken to a shattered corpse, with the whole House aware of just how fastidious he is.

Overcome by the sensitivity of its fledgling flesh – and, if Haarlep might be so modest, the experience of their own peerless form – the beast only lasts a few more minutes before its thrusts grow even more frenzied. A sizzling heat permeates Haarlep’s throat as the cock flexes and shudders within it, seeming to grow larger for a few moments as the taste of ash and honey intensifies.

The next moment, the beast is tearing back from them, just barely avoiding slicing itself on their fangs as it stumbles backward, flesh cracking and splitting in a grating inversion of its earlier transformation. Its own form sizzles and steams, a haze in the air around it for a moment before, transmutation complete, their little lord stands before them once more. He looks lost, for a moment, before his scan of the room – now in quite some disarray – comes to a halt with his eyes on Haarlep, still kneeling gracefully with their hair cascading about them. His face twists, too many emotions to quantify spasming across it all at once, before settling on a faint, haughty sneer.

Haarlep licks their lips – and the visible remnants of their activities – slowly, sensuously. “Why, little lord, I do believe you and I have much to discuss.”

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

haha so prison of plastic, right?

I made an au for it. Its a swap au, but I swap both people and epithets! In this au, Molly has the Epithet Augment. She uses the Dream Bubbles/Illusions to make her own little worlds in an attempt to cope, when something doesn't go her way, she throws a fit about it, as any spoiled child would. Using her tears in order to get what she wants, it often works because her Mom doesn't want to hear her scream. Here's a small, improved excerpt from the au:

The archer positioned her bow, ready to fire the arrow into the large Hydra's echoing heart, her attack echoed throughout the land.

"PIERCIIIIIING URRRRSAAAA!"

...ly..

"NOOO!" The hydra's three heads wailed

"That is the attack of the ancient one!" Said one

"It will surely kill us!" Said another

...olly!...

The archer smirked like how they did in those cool cartoons. "THIS! IS FOR ALL THE VILLAGES YOU'VE FLOODED! AND FOR THE FAMILY YOU'VE TORN APART!!! THE ONE WATTERLOGGED BECAUSE OF YOU!!!

"Molly!"

An echo punched through the funtime fantasy world

"Ughh! Not now not now! I was just about to beat him!!"

She whined, impaitently tapping on the ground quickly with the tips of her toes.

The fantasy rippled, swirled and soon seperated, nothing but a fog now. Lorelai Blyndeff sticking her head through it all.

"Molly! You were on dish duty! You can't just bail like that!"

Molly turns her whole body to face her sister, who's head was poking through her Dream Bubble.

"LOOOOOORIIIIII!!! Go away! I was just about to slay the Honeyed Hydra!!!!"

She hissed, nearly screaming as she swatted her away like a disgusting bug on the windowsill. Causing her archery outfit, bow and magic attack to disappear into a fun dip like powder.

Molly Blyndeff, Lorelai's brat of a little sister. She's spent half their life after their Dad's death crying and whining to get whatever she wanted, and if she didn't get it, she'd make more of a fuss than she was brewing. Lorelai could see through her obvious manipulation of the people's heartstrings and has tried to call her out on in on SEVERAL occasions. But she can't win the fight against Molly's puppy eyes, she'd often grin at Lori before calling for their mother and claiming that she was being mean to her when she really was trying to shape her away from being a spoiled brat. Alas, their mother is too swayed by the puppy eyes and crying to take Lorelai's side.

"You've been playing for THREE HOURS, Molly. C'mon, Mom said its your turn!"

Molly grumbled, she can't use her tricks on Lorelai, since she can see right through her. Nor can she seek the help of her Mother, knowing that there's a chance he could take Lorelai's side. She crossed her long sleeves over each other,

"You're so mean to me, Lori! I can never have fun! All you do is ruin everything!"

Ah, the perfect tactic, guilt tripping. If she can't get any help, she'll pin the blame on the person 'ruining everything'.

"Nice try, Bear Cub, I'm not doing the dishes for you this time, I've got things to do too"

"UGHHHHHH!!!!" Molly grinned, falling to the floor dramatically the entire time she did.

Lorelai stared in disbelief at the little girl Molly was growing up to be, she stepped fully into the Dream Bubble, the scenery fogging away wherever she stepped. She lightly kicked Molly to get her to snap out of her rage fueled funk.

"Get up, no matter how much you pout, you still have dishes to do."

"NO!!!! No no no no no!"

Molly screamed back in rage, snapping her head up and kicking her legs. She stopped briefly only for the bear to be unleashed again,

"JUST GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!! YOURE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!"

Lori wasn't going to let some brat kid boss her around, she was going to say something, though she couldn't get it out before a screaming and crying Molly was pushing her out of her customized safe space. Then, out the door Lorelai was, hearing a click behind her. She knew what that meant, so she turned around and pounded on the door.

"HEY!!!"

BANG BANG BANG

"MOLLY!!!!"

...

Now for Lorelai! Now she has the Epithet "Dumb", like Molly in the actual show/book. You know what it is, now for another excerpt!

"Uhhhhhh... guys?" Lorelai called

"What? You find somethin?" Giovanni called back

"Yeeeeahhhh..."

Giovanni and Rick trotted over, with Giovanni shoving Rick out of the way in order to see what Lorelai had found.

Lori found a dead body.

Or, at least that's what it appeared to be, the most notable thing about the body, aside from it appearing dead was the jingling bells decorating her hair. Most of the jelly fish had wriggled their way into the bells on the bottom, the rest all laying beside her in the sand, ready to sting her at any second.

"Is she... truly dead?!?!?!" Rick shivered, not even able to comprehend the thought.

"Not sure" Lorelai replied back, looking at him, and then to the dead looking girl.

"AHHH!!!" He squeaked, unable to handle this situations severity. But to be fair, who would be? "No-one can know about this" Finishing his words with a disturbingly grim tone, he starts rushing toward the body in a cartoonish run. He bends over to pick it up before Giovanni stops him.

"Wait wait wait wait!"

"WHAT?!?"

Rick shouted back, still halfway bent down to drag the body back into the ocean.

"We should see if she has anything valuable! It's like a video game! Ya gotta loot every dead guy, gal, or nonbinary pal ya find!"

"HAH!" Rick barked, already sweating buckets, as he faces Giovanni "If you'd like to get arrested, perhaps!" He turns back to the body, going to grab for it "Your finger prints will get all over it that way!" in a twist of irony, he latches his arms onto the body.

Giovanni snrks, "Y'know you'll get your prints on it if you grab it too, yeah?'

Rick gasps, dropping the body's lifeless arm, looking at his hands as if he HIMSELF had committed the murder.

"You're right!"

Rick falls down onto the sand like an anime character, burrowing his fists harshly so that they make two fist sized craters in the sand. He begins to cry big dumb tears

"I'm going to the penthouse!" Rick wails, letting out a squeak at a pitch only dogs can hear. "Please, dear friends! Bail me out!"

"Psssh, Rick, you're such a weenie."

Giovanni grabs a stray stick from the beach and pokes the body with it as to not get his hand prints on the body like Rick did. She was surrounded by jelly fish as if it were rocks on around the pond.

"Huh! Well wouldja look at that!"

He chirped, eye brows a good distance away from his eyes.

"Looks like you win Lori!" He says, tossing the Apple Cider flavored lip balm over to Lorelai. Suddenly the body sprouted to laugh, coughing up a jelly fish that had crawled its way down her esophagous

"Haugh-ha-ga-ha- w- win!?"

Rick perked his head up and The trio instinctively screamed

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

The body screamed right back

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

"ZOMBIE!!!!" Rick shrieked, backing away in fear, picking up the stick that Giovanni had tossed away once he saw the body sprout back like a plant someone thought was going to die.

"Zombie?!" The body replied, twirling her head around rapidly, jelly fish being flung from her hair at intense speeds. The trio quickly ducked to avoid the potential of being stung. "Where?!?!"

She quickly got up and started throwing her hand swiftly as if she were throwing several baseballs, Lorelai took notice of what came out of the small girls hand as she jingled through each attack. "Hm!" she remarked, staring at her hand. "Well, that's quite troubling! Perhaps this is a surface interference, from the surface world! That would make the most sense!"

Giovanni got up from his crouching position, getting hit in the face with a jelly fish. Thankfully, it was long dead and didn't sting him. He slid it off his face.

"Hey, wait a sec, this chick ain't a zombie! Way too much skin! Look, I get zombies CAN have skin and all but that's only if they're fresh, and I'm guessing that she's been there for a while. So my conclusion is THIS!!!"

Giovanni did an over the top point to accentuate his reveal.

"SHE IS CLEARLY.... A GHOST! A... magic- GHOST! YEAH! Or- or the reincarnation of a Sheep Jellyfish hybrid! A SHELLYFISH!!! HAHA!!!! I know your secret now LADY!"

The lady put a hand to her mouth, chuckling inaudibly into her hand. "You're quite a funny one, Mister bright hair!" She twirls around towards them, putting her hands together with a bright smile. "I am no Shellyfish zombie-ghost! I..... am a magical girl!" She did a Sailor Moon esc pose, the trio stared at her in disbelief.

No-one thought she was serious.

The girl panicked "Uh- uh- uh- HERE! Let me show you!" She twisted her whole body back and flung forward an invisible force like a boomerang. When she saw that nothing had happened, she tried again. Lorelai did notice a small string of black energy coming out in a faded boomerang position, before poofing away pathetically. She didn't say anything, knowing the kid probably just wanted to impress a bunch of people older than she was.

The newly revived little girl was around 12 years old, which, when around a group of 17 year old's was practically the same as being a baby. The "magical girl" was pale, with eyes bluer than the ocean itself. Her blonde hair decorated in little bells, accompanied by a tattered pink dress with now dirtied white fluff in other areas. She nervously chuckled

"Ahahaha! C'moooon magiiiiiic! Work! Work o pretty please work! A bunch of adults are watching!"

She mumbled to herself in desperation, but alas, her magic did not cooperate. She wailed in shock,

"WAHHHH-HAH-HAAA?!? What?!? But- It usually WORKS!!!! What is going ON today?! Are my friends not friending?! I NEED ANSWERS!!!"

The little girl stomped over in the most non threatening way possible.

"Excuse me, kind older folk! Would any of you care to be my friends?" She batted her eyes innocently. Giovanni immediately shut her down

"Nuh uh kid, no way"

"Awwww... why not?!"

"Because you're like, a baby, and we're like, way older than you? And it'd be really weird for a bunch of 17 year old's to hang around a kid???"

"Haha! Wow! Owie! Ow! Owchie!" The girl forced out a chuckle, putting her hands on her hips to distract herself from the fact she felt like crying big stupid tears. "I- I'll have you know I am VERY mature for someone who is 12 years of age!"

Rick stepped out from his friends, "Hold on, you, you said you're magic, correct?"

"Yes! Indeed! I am a Magical Girl, after all!"

"Perfect! How fortunate! HAHAH!" Rick echoed a belly laugh, grinning somewhat creepily at her, making her kind of regret ever meeting him. Lorelai tapped Rick on the shoulder.

"Rick, you're doing the thing again."

"Haha! Oops! Sorry!"

Rick now smiled in a more normal looking way, "My name is Rick Shades, the XV of the Shades clan! I assume you've heard of us?"

"Nope!" Exclaimed the magical girl with innocent pride, Giovanni snickered again which made Lori elbow him. Rick felt like he could turn to stone at any moment, but continued with his tale.

"The people in my family are MOST powerful witches and wizards! Every five years, the oldest heir is destined to do BATTLE with the UNHOOOOOOLY PUPPETEER!!! And if we do not... we must prepare for the ENDDDD!!! The adventurer must pick up a faithful knight!"

Rick gestures to Lorelai, "A skilled alchemist" he gestured to Giovanni. "As well as a Tanky sort of fellow, to take the hits for us, as well as a skilled, wise mentor!" Rick put his hands on his shoulders, bending down to the girl's height.

"Would you perhaps be interested?"

The girl pondered the thought, humming. Lorelai had quickly picked up on the 'Rick is being a weirdo' signs, dragging him and Giovanni away. She never blamed Rick for his lack of social skills, ability to pick up on social cues or discomforts with large crowds. She knew he never got out much when he was young, but sometimes she has to put her foot down when he's doing something the public could perceive as weird, such as trying to build a friendship with a 12 year old when you're way older.

"Oh... oh no... sorry to put a stop to this but- we gotta go! Oh- oh nooooo...We- we got a class! And... we REALLY don't wanna miss it... oh nooooo"

"W- wait! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!!!!!!!" The little girl shrieked, quickly running up to them, skidding with a halt. "Shouldn't you keep me in your fun fun friendship magic circle? Y- you know?? In case you need me to- to mentor you?????"

"Hmmmm..." Rick thought about it, squinting through his dorky looking shades. "Well, that make sense!"

"RICK!" Lorelai protested, but it was too late.

"Very well! My name is Phoenica Fleecity! Shall we be..." She extended her hand. "Friends?"

"Indeed we shall!" Rick held her palm with the awareness of a dog about to eat a brownie, Lorelai and Giovanni had both tried to stop him, and ultimately failed. The sky tore asunder, several amounts of black shadow sheep extended in tidal waves, circling the two with loud jingles.

JINGLE

JINGLE

BAAAA

The sheep fell onto each other, the two sets forming into arrows, one piercing Rick's chest, and the other piercing Phoenica's.

"The pact... has been sealed! Hehehee..." Phoenica chuckled into her hand, face contorting into mischief, the mischief erupting into madness and lightning crowded around the group. "Heheheeh....hahaha...AHAHAHHAH!!!" The last laugh came out in a squeak, then her hands came behind her back, pushing herself to and fro in a sway, stopping with her toes off the ground, tilting her head with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you!"

Baaa

The world was as it had been previously, not a person in sight on the beach. It was only those four,

"Wait.... did that actually just happen?" Lorelai thought aloud to herself.

"Now now now!" Phoenica removed her hand from Rick's grasp, raising it daintily like a private school girl. "Would anyone else like to shake the hand of friendship?" She asked, waving her hand robotically.

Giovanni and Lori quickly stepped back, trying to maintain a safe distance from Rick in case Phoenica had cursed him.

"R...rick?" Lori uttered in discomforted fear. "You uh... you okay there, buddy?"

"I... feel... AMAZING!!!" Rick jumped up, running around, kicking and squealing like a kid who had just gotten the latest gaming console, stopping dead in his tracks beside Phoeinca.

"After all, I had gained a new friend! Phoenica Fleecity!"

Phoenica nodded to confirm that they were indeed friends "Indeed! We are the friendy-ist of friends! Bound by the soul! Soul-MATES, if you will!"

"HA!" Rick barked, throwing his head back with his hands on his waist, tilting his head back down. "Friendshaped AND hilarious! Its a two in one deal!"

Giovanni scrunched his face. "Kid, work on your phrasing"

Phoenica tilted her head sideways like a puppy who you had just told was bad, but didn't understand why. "Huh?" she gasped. "Ohhhh! No! no no no no! Nothing at ALL Like what you're thinking! He's like, fourty anyways!" She waved off whatever thoughts we were thinking, Rick felt as though he actually got stabbed with the shadow arrows this time, falling to his knees again, pressing his hands into the sand.

She clasps her hands, gleefully turning to Rick "Well then, I suppose since we *are* friends, I can tell you my secret!" She turned back to face the others "My Epithet is... Soulmates! Meaning, I keep all my mates, or, friends, as is most commonly said riiiiiiiiiight here!"

She points to the right side of her chest, the wrong one. Giovanni raised an eyebrow.

"Your chest?"

"Oh no no no!" Phoenica shook her head "My heart!"

"Your hearts on the other side"

"Oh!" Phoenica looked down, realizing her mistake before quickly fixing it. "They're kept right here!"

"So, what? Is Rick like...in a friendship cage or something?"

"Nnnnnnope! Just means that I can do, what HE can do! Observe!"

She skipped eagerly over to Rick, bending towards him. "Mister Rick Shades, what can you do?"

Rick pondered over it before Lorelai dragged him back towards herself and Giovanni quickly before he could stupidly get himself caught in a situation nobody wanted to deal with.

"Rick, don't. Y'know all those Ztreet Zmartz for Kidz videos they showed us? I think NOW is as good a time as any to start puttin' em to use"

"What is a Ztreet Zmartz?" Rick batted his eyes

Lori groaned, oh right, Rick was homeschooled half his life. "Basically safety PSAS warning us about strangers."

"Ohhh!" Rick's eyes widened at the realization, falling closed in laughter as he shook his head, opening them back up. "But Phoenica is no stranger! She is my new friend!"

"YES INDEED I AM A FRIEND!!!!" Phoenica screamed. "YOU CAN TRUST ME!!!! I AM INCREDIBLY TRUSTWORTHY!!!!!!!"

"Don't worry! I believe you!" Rick shouted back, worming his way out of Lorelai's hands, Lori couldn't help but face palm at his stupidity as he paced around, trying to discover what he was best at.

"I'm quite good at school work! The best, even! Dispite being homeschooled for so long! I'm great at it!"

Phoenica laughed along with Rick's claims, she had no idea what schoolwork was, but she didn't want her newest buddy chum chum pal friend buddy chum chum chum pal to think she was uncool. Rick shimmied his bookbag off of himself, grabbing out last nights homework, holding it up dramatically like Macbeth would a skull. "BEHOLD!!!! THE DREADED ALGEBRA II!!!" he bellowed, passing it to Phoenica. He had also handed her a pencil, "Here! You try!"

Phoenica nodded, scribbling a few nonsense numbers as if she were on auto pilot, giggling the whole time like a gremlin being fed after midnight. She soon finished, passing it back to Rick with a smile. "Done!"

Rick took the paper, and Phoenica began her monolouge.

"Now you see! That challenge for Hi....skewl...ers.... would've proven too much! But, with the power of Soulmates, friendship, and MAGIC! I got it done in a matter of seconds!" She clapped "Thank you Rick for bestowing your mathly knowledge onto me!"

Rick gasped dramatically, gripping the paper. "You- you used my knowledge to do this! Thats- thats CHEATING!" he stood up, pointing a finger. "You're a cheater cheater pumpkin eater! I cannot be friends with a girl who PUMPKIN EATS!"

Phoenica gasped, a tear starting to fall. The sky tore open again as the arrows reversed out of their hearts, reverting back into sheep that scuttled back into the sky. "NOOOOOOO!!!!" Phoenica wailed, burying her shameful cheating cheating pumpkin eating face into her hands. "MY KNOWLEDGE!!!! WAHHHHHH!!!"

A kitchen timer went off in Giovanni's head, causing him to laugh "Wait? Your- Your weakness is people- NOT being friends with you?! Hah... huh ha... huh HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH MY GOD THATS RICH!!! HAHAHAH!!! WHAT A DORK!!! HAH!"

Lorelai harshly jabbed his arm with her elbow, making him yell out an "OWWWW!!". Lorelai couldn't help but roll her eyes, Phoenica whimpered as she stared at her now wet hands.

"Is this why all my previous friends had stopped friending?! Is it because I am a... pumpkin eater?! Why didnt anyone TELL me! I would've stopped eating pumpkins right away!! Now everyone's ignoring me!!!" She sobbed heavily, falling to her knees.

Rick couldn't help but feel bad, coming to her side and wrapping an arm around her, he was crying to.

"Oh, Phoenica! I am SO terribly sorry! It just..." He sniffled "I HATE cheaters, you know? They grind my gears so hard that I can't think! But... if you vow to never use your knowledge for cheating... I would be honored to call you friend!"

Phoenica gasped, wrapping both arms around Rick and squeezing him as tight as she could. "Rick!!!!! My dearest surface friend! I pinky winky promise to never EVER cheat again! If I break this promise then..." she whiped her eyes, looking into his with complete sincerity. "You have all the right to break my pinky!"

Rick looked touched, starting to regain his smile "Phoenica..." he fully accepted her hug. "That is all my heart ever wanted to hear!"

The sky ripped apart like paper, the sheeps returning, forming one big arrow that pierced through them both. Phoenica shot up, deciding that her crying time was over!

"Nooooow! Have you two changed your minds???? Would you still like to be friends?!?!?!? Please??? Pretty please???"

"Uhhh.. yeah no I'm good." Giovanni steps back

Lorelai also steps back, "Me too, sorry kid."

Phoenica looked absolutely heartbroken, before shaking her head. "Uhh... well... what about the winny thingy?

"Winny thingy?" Giovanni asked

"Win! Winner! Wining! Something something something you win! That's what you guys were saying when I woke up! What is the game? What is there to win? CAN I even win? Oh, I bet I could win anything and everything ever! Please please please let me win something! Then we can all be friends and skip along with the sheep in the clouds!" Phoenica begged desperately, clasping her hands together.

Lorelai raised a brow. "You sound kinda desperate."

"I AM!!! Thank you for noticing!"

"That... isn't a complement..."

"Oh! Then UN-Thank you for noticing!"

Gears shifted in Giovanni's head as she tried to figure out what this silly little bell ridden girl was talking about, then it hit him, like a homerun at a big league baseball game.

"Ohhhh! You mean the prizes!" Giovanni snapped a finger, grinning excitedly "We were taking a buncha these jelly fish an' throwin' em back in the sea! Whoever finds the most, throws em back in the ocean without gettin' stung wins! Oh! An' if you find a cool thing WITHOUT a metal detector, you get extra points! Whoever's got the most points gets a little treat!"

Not even a moment after the words escaped Giovanni's lips, Phoenica was running around the beach. She tossed jellyfish after jellyfish back into the sea, occasionally getting stung. She would sometimes find a trinket only SHE thought was cool and stuff it into the pockets of her worn out dress. She soon came back to the trio, huffing wildly like a runner who had just crossed the finish line last in a marathon.

"I've tossed 164 jelly fish back, got stung 35 times and found 52 cool trinkets!"

Phoenica took what was in her pockets out of them, what she collected was mostly shells, seaweed, and coins. She put them back in her pockets with puppy eyes.

"Does that mean I get a treat now? I'm afraid I haven't eaten in days!"

"DAYS?!?!?!" The trio shouted with concern, all starting to scrounge through their stuff, except for Rick who was running around and screaming in a panic.

To no avail, all Giovanni had was an old empty thermos of Soup. It was stained from the time he tried to mix a bunch of Soups together with smoothie logic. Spoiler, it didn't taste good and he threw up afterwards.

Lorelai took out the lip balm she had recieved, Phoenica's eyes locked on it.

"Whats that? Is that the treat? Can I have it? Can I? Can I?"

"Uhhhh...." Lorelai looked down at the lip balm, extending it out. "This is a lip balm..."

"Haha! Wowie! Never mind then! Don't want to explode! Haha! Ha! Ha!" Phoenica was sweating again.

Lorelai shook her head, "No no no no" she unscrewed the cap to show her, speaking slowly like you would an alien in a movie. "Baaaaalm.... Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalm, with an LLLLLLL. Its like, lip stuff you put on your lips"

"Wow! Smells yummy! Thank you!" Phoenica knelt down, chomping down on the balm. Regret set in for her immediately as she coughed, it shot down her throat in seconds. "MMMM!!!! BADDDDD!!!!" she cried.

"NO NO NO NO NO DO NOT SWALLOW THAT!!!" Giovanni butted in, grabbing Phoenica by the shoulders, tears streamed down her face quickly. "Too late!!!! ITS ALREADY IN MY TUMMY!!!!"

"NOOOOOO!!!!" Rick dramatically fainted like a goat, clutching the sand like a blanket. "My friend is going to die..."

"IM GOING TO DIE?!?!" Phoenica gasped.

"No! No! Nobody is going to DIE!" Lorelai tried to reassure, but it was hard with a child and someone who was nearly an adult crying in unison. Giovanni started to panic and rummage through Rick's backpack for literally ANYTHING to drink. All he found was an old potion he had given him.

"Is... is that a drink?" Phoenica asked meekly "I haven't drunken anything in days! Well... besides Salt Water! Oh goodness! I believe it *is* the end!"

"DO NOT SAY SUCH DRIVEL, PHOENICA!" Rick shouted.

"Rick, others, we are friends...correct?" Phoenica strained sadly, like a sick kid on a TV show.

"Uhhh... pretty sure?" Lorelai hesitated

"Please.... do not let me die."

Phoenica ragdolled onto the sand, panic began setting in for the trio as they scrambled like headless chickens trying not to squawk in fear.

...

Hope you enjoy!!! :D

[illarian-rambling]

Blorbo Blursday! Invent an archetype for the characters of your chosen wip.

I think the Mortal God cast has the best answers for this because, in a way, I sort of did invent archetypes for them by way of their epithets

To preface, I'm an epithet enjoyer. I know it can be a touchy subject, and you can certainly do epithets wrong, but they're also a damn handy way to differentiate two characters with the same pronouns when you've already used their name like four times in the paragraph. I try to assign epithets based on the 'core' of a character - so, in a way, their archetype. But anyways, let's get to it!

The Witch - Astra DuClaire: This title describes Astra in a lot of ways. First and foremost, it's her profession. On Illaros, a witch is an unlicensed mage - a position that's given Astra a lot of grief. She never had the money to take the licensing exam, and because of that, she can't take government contracts to actually make more money. She acts prideful of her witch status and uncaring of what the government thinks, but in reality, she needs that money. The title 'witch' sums up most of her large-scale conflicts - a reminder of her inadequacy at the same time as it's a source of pride. Also, she's just got witchy vibes.

The Man - Mashal Darezsho: I promise the connotations are cooler than him just being a dude. Mashal is a human in a robotic body, in a world that treats robots as little more than objects. At every corner, he is denied his personhood, his place in human community, his sense of worth. And so, to him, it's really important that he is a man, not a robot. He's got the feelings and sensibilities of a human man. He's certainly got struggles with his sense of masculinity, but being 'the man' reminds him that no matter what his body looks like now, he's still the person he was before.

The Detective - Ivander Montane: What can I say, bro's out here detecting? Like Astra, 'detective' is Ivander's profession. He works for the Bureau of Arcane Investigation, a branch of the Unity Constabulary. In many ways, curiosity is a driving force for Ivander - he's nosy as hell and always wants to know business that isn't his to know. He augments this with some solid observational skills. Out of all the characters in MG1, he had the furthest to go to find Vermir, but find her he did, because he's a legitimately good detective. That's what makes every other part of his story possible.

The Rebel - Elsind Cavernsight: They probably aren't what you think of when you hear the world 'rebel.' Elsind is meek, anxious, awkward, and too kind for their own good. But despite her fear of conflict and hesitant nature, she is still, by definition, a rebel against the government of Salis. The saying that comes to mind is, "Even a worm will turn." Elsind isn't predisposed to hate authority, but he's been pushed until he didn't have a choice. Under their squishy outer layer, they have a heart of steel who will suffer no inequity and though it might terrify them, they will fight tooth and nail for their people.

The Duchon - Avymere Spearsong: For context, duchon is a gender-neutral version of duke/duchess used by Skysheerians. I think it's telling that I might genuinely use "the Duchon" to refer to them more than "Avymere" in the early parts of MG2. Avymere, in their mind, exists solely to wear that crown. They are a servant to the state, a vessel for their title - for everything the Duchon of Salis is meant to be. It's more important for them to be the Duchon than it is for them to be Avymere. They are the face of Skysheer's nobility in the story, so even when they're at their lowest, it's important that they're still the Duchon, but for different reasons than they might imagine. Even a Duchon can find themself in some of the lowest rungs of society.

Thanks for the ask, I had fun with this!

[starryqueen-18]

This is Oliver, Olivia's Older and serious brother, he's sorta the king around here, well only in his world, Oliver is the opposite of his sister, while Olivia is pure and kind to others, Oliver is rather silent, he usually locked himself away in his room in his own kingdom for a long time. You can see Oliver's epithet is that he can Fold things into origami and it's not only just objects and people, he can also fold reality which is like Augment but in origami, Oliver can make his folded worlds of his interest. Oliver's animal is Lion like as in King and royalty, anyway, he and his sister don't seem to talk much, he sometimes try to convince his sister to become royal just like him but Olivia doesn't like being all fancy and telling everyone what to do like a mean tyrant so she rejects it and prefer being her. Oliver gets disappointed of her choice and as mention before, he used to help the craftsman with the shop for a long time but due to a certain event he stopped and prefer to be away in his folded world he made.

I forgot to give Olivia Epithet Erased style eyes, oof! well anyway I hope you guys enjoy this handsomely royal emo boi and stay safe and kawaiii!

Bye :3

[cameforexactlyonereason]

Here is an AU if you okay with that kind of thing:

Lorelai has a completely different trauma response to Calliope death (or maybe Martian died in this au and that causes the change, not sure) in which instead of closing herself in her fantasy worlds and alienating her sister, she becomes hyper focuses of making sure what's left of her family is provided for, taking almost all the work load in the store and the house, and even getting extra side jobs. This extend to using her epithet for augmented reality less and more for augmenting her psysical abilities so she can work more.

She also becomes borderline obsessed with making sure Molly is never in any danger, smothering her with overprotection, always wanting to know and control where she goes, what she does and who she hang out with, for her own safety (and so she never have to lose her family ever).

That is honestly the only other reasonable option Lori can go for

She goes from abuser to a controlling overprotective hard worker

Which is a lot better honestly

@philosophilia @lorelaibackerblyndeff

[neotriobrainrot-reborn]

Small post about the Sweet Bliss and Harmony au (Pibby x Epithet Erased solely in the Epithet world)

I did make other posts about the au under the tag “Sweet Bliss and Harmony Au” if you wanna check them out. I'm in the middle of making a main post about the au

The main duo for the Sweet Bliss and Harmony au will most likely be Phoenica and Lorelai. I'd have a lot of fun writing the two since they contrast each other so much. When Phoenica first sees Lorelai after the massive Darkness outbreak, she does manage to save her from a corrupted victim when they nearly catch Lorelai off-guard. Despite the two not liking each other in the slightest, they stick together out of a desperate need to not be alone with only their own thoughts as company

Phoenica does surprisingly hold her weight and is pretty useful. Her being a quick learner finally came in handy in a setting outside of academics. She's nowhere near Lorelai's level of capabilities, but she can consistently fend for herself. Plus, Phoenica is extremely good at finding necessities like shelter, food, water, first aid kits, and is also skilled with organization & making effective plans to improve their chances at survival

She does have Percy's sword, and while she needs to wield it two-handed due to the sword being larger than her, she got used to it rather quickly. Lorelai had offered to augment it to be smaller to fit Phoenica better, but she declined, saying it felt wrong for some reason.

EE!Pibby does actually meet with the two, but for now, she's on her own for a bit. She does at least know where the darkness came from, which isn't much, but it's more than anyone else knows about it.

[onepiecewantedposter]

Mikasa Ackerman

Name: Mikasa Ackerman Japanese Name: ミカサ・アッカーマン Romanized Name: Mikasa Akkāman Epithet(s): "The Deadly Warrior" Code Name: "Ackerman" Race: Human (Using the skills of the Ackerman clan) Occupations: Elite Soldier, member of the Survey Corps Family: Eren Yeager (close to him; his protector and confidant) Affiliations: Survey Corps Bounty Offered: 400,000,000 Berries Capture: Dead or Alive Age: 19 years old (in the context of Attack on Titan) Date of Birth: February 10th Height: 170 cm Blood Type: AB Origin: Wall Region, in the nation of Eldia Residence: Formerly within the area of ​​the walls (currently N/A) Status: Active Reasons for capture: Strength level: Extreme; unmatched combat skills. Degree of threat to the government: High; her combat ability and relationship with Eren make her dangerous to the established order. Important feats: Rescued other individuals, defeated high-level titans including the Female Titan, and has faced large-scale threats to humanity. Fame or infamy: Known as one of the most formidable warriors; admired by many and feared by certain governments. Intelligence: Capable strategist, with outstanding combat instincts. Strength: Augmented by her lineage, able to withstand and overcome adverse conditions in battle. Speed: Superhuman; her agility is almost unmatched, allowing her to dodge attacks and move quickly in combat. Durability: Excellent; She has survived numerous battles and has endured extreme situations without succumbing. Combat: Highly talented in handling omnidirectional mobility equipment in aerial combat, with an experience that makes her formidable even among her enemies.

Nombre: Mikasa Ackerman Nombre japonés: ミカサ・アッカーマン Nombre romanizado: Mikasa Akkāman Epíteto(s): "La Guerrera Letal" Nombre Clave: "Ackerman" Raza: Humana (Usando las habilidades del clan Ackerman) Ocupaciones: Soldado de élite, miembro del Cuerpo de Reconocimiento Familia: Eren Yeager (cercano a él; su protector y confidente) Afiliaciones: Cuerpo de Reconocimiento Recompensa Ofrecida: 400,000,000 Berries Captura: Vivo o muerto Edad: 19 años (en el contexto de Attack on Titan) Fecha de Nacimiento: 10 de febrero Altura: 170 cm Grupo Sanguíneo: AB Origen: Región de las Murallas, en la nación de Eldia Residencia: Antiguamente dentro del área de los muros (actualmente N/A) Estado: Activa Motivos de captura: Nivel de fuerza: Extreme; habilidades de combate inigualables. Grado de amenaza para el gobierno: Alto; su capacidad de combate y su relación con Eren la hacen peligrosa para el orden establecido. Hazañas importantes: Rescató a otros individuos, derrotó a titanes de gran nivel incluyendo a la Titán Femenina, y ha enfrentado amenazas a gran escala contra la humanidad. Fama o infamia: Conocida como una de las guerreras más formidables; admirada por muchos y temida por ciertos gobiernos. Inteligencia: Estratega capaz, con instintos de combate sobresalientes. Fortaleza: Aumentada por su linaje, capaz de resistir y superar condiciones adversas en batalla. Velocidad: Sobrehumana; su agilidad es casi inigualable, permitiéndole esquivar ataques y moverse rápidamente en combate. Durabilidad: Excelente; ha sobrevivido a numerosas batallas y ha soportado situaciones extremas sin sucumbir. Combatir: Altamente talentosa en el manejo del equipo de movilidad omnidireccional en combate aéreo, con una experiencia que la hace formidable aún entre sus enemigos.

[epithetsmp]

if you had to switch around everyones starting epithets who would get what (and optionally, why?)

[CONSOLE]: FATE WAS IN THE HAND OF THE BEGINNING EPITHETS, NOT MY HAND. FATE IS NEVER WRONG.

HOWEVER, TO HUMOR YOU, PLAYER;

NURTURE - SHULES

TRAVERSE - RUBY

VALOR - JENNY

MYSTIC - INKWELL

DISCORD - LABYRINTH

CONNECT - SERISSE

AUGMENT - REED

SIPHON - GHOST

[agnessmadness]

Full Name : Robert Accutrone Race : Quincy Ethnicity : ??? Age : 1000+ Height : 176/5'9½ Birthday : December 31st Epithet : N the Nimble

BACKSTORY (TEMPORARY AND NOT CANON)

once a noble who grew up with decent parents. his homeland were put to ruins when Yhwach came, due to his quickness and running around like a mouse avoiding traps Yhwach taken noticed to and invited him to join the army. there was no other choice for Robert, he was either left for death or grows to fight. he chose the first and became a Quincy within the army.

he fought in the first war against the shinigami as the Quincy side lost but he was quick enough to get out of the place and live within Silbern with his comrades until a new wandenreich was formed and found and he joined back with Yhwach as a loyal soldier and was then bestowed a schrift with him surviving so long and being deemed as a useful enough chess piece. he was put as Sternritter right after.

PERSONALITIES

usually calm with a stoic expression, he doesn't seems to show through his actual feelings through his face all that much. he tends to hide his nervousness and everything behind his face and tried to appear threatening. an honest and straightforward man. a loyal and respectful man. he's kind to kids, or at least he tries to be.

STATISTIC

Strength: ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎

Stamina: ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎

Durability: ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎

Intelligence: ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎

Magic: ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎

ABILITIES

Reishi Pistol: Using his abilities as a Quincy, Robert can concentrate both spirit energy and particles in order to transform them into weapons. His favored weapon manifests in the form of a powerful handgun, which can produce a muzzle flash similar in shape to the Wandenreich's five-pointed cross emblem.

VOLLSTANDIG

Grimaniel (神の歩み (グリマニエル), Gurimanieru; Japanese for "Walk of God"; Viz"God's Step"): Robert's Quincy: Vollständig, Grimaniel, grants him various accessories made of Reishi, including angelic wings and a Heiligenschein in the shape of a star-like Quincy Zeichen. Robert's Reiatsu also turns green.

Enhanced Speed: His speed is further increased, allowing him to evade a close-range slash from Shunsui and attack him before Shunsui could react.

Flight: Using his wings, he can fly at high speeds.

Sklaverei (聖隷 (スクラヴェライ), Sukuraverai; German for "Slavery", Japanese for "Holy Slave"): A technique that augments a Quincy's most basic ability to gather Reishi by forcibly absorbing all Reishi from their environment. Robert uses this ability to further empower Grimaniel and its abilities, giving it a new appearance with green boots and a green mouthmask made of Reishi.

Enhanced Speed: After using Sklaverei, Grimaniel increases Robert's speed even more.

[kikimora-apologist]

Yeah, a bunch of people in Molly’s world have word-based powers called Epithets, kinda like Quirks from MHA. For example, Molly’s is Dumb. As in, she can both make people dumb and dumb down things like sound. Molly’s sister Lorelai also has her own Epithet, called Augment, which lets her create things from her imagination. Lorelai’s Epithet is part of the reason why Molly’s hasn’t been taken away by child services, cause having an Epithet makes you more prioritised in society and they think Molly is fine cause Lorelai can just make food for her. Molly is the only one who realises the obvious fact of imaginary food doesn’t give you nutrition, but nobody listens to her because she’s a kid.

As for Susan Taxpayer, I think the best example I can think of describing her/her deal would be “Pizza Tower but if it was The Office”. Office lady dealing with wacky cartoony hijinx trying to do her job.

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