#I love this style of epithets

[cradle-of-darkness]

more portrait style sylvies

[quadrantadvisor]

This post reminded me of the time I got entranced by the idea of in-universe rpf and wrote an "excerpt" of a hypothetical accidental selfcest fanfic.

The Lore tm is that in a universe where Bernard never met Tim, he became a prolific Capes RPF writer as well as conspiracy theorist, and that the popularity of the Bruce Wayne/Batman ship gave him the fun idea of pairing up the Wayne kids with Batclan counterparts, which lined up surprisingly well! Tim, who frequents the Gotham Capes RPF tag for normal reasons (as a kid he wrote a surpisingly popular series of gen fics where his self insert oc got adopted by Batman, he was like 11 don't judge him) sees this fic and finds certain details, such as, y'know, shipping his family members with themselves, highly suspicious. He must investigate this person and find out how much they know.

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[...]

“What are you doing here, Nightwing?” Officer Grayson sighed. He looked tired, the hero noted. He understood that. A city like this could make a man tired in his soul. “The case is over. There's no reason to see eachother anymore.”

It didn't take long for Nightwing to find a reason. “There's no Batman in Bludhaven,” he said. “I need to take allies where I can get them, and you… I think you're in the same boat.” He remembered the photos of young, pretty Richie Grayson, smiling in the tabloids,  and thought about how the force could beat down someone like that. “I know you want to make Bludhaven a better place. We can keep helping eachother, working together. We need eachother.” That was all true. But none of it was why Nightwing had come to the officer's apartment balcony.

Grayson rubbed a hand over his face. “I don't think you understand how much trouble I could be in. If the other officers found out I was slipping information to a vigilante…” He frowned, the dark circles beneath his eyes even more pronounced with the expression. “They don't trust you.”

“Do you?” Nightwing couldn't help but ask.

Grayson clenched his jaw, and his gaze on Nightwing became piercing. Looking at him, the vigilante knew—he had been beaten down, but not broken. His free spirit compressed into something stronger, harder. There was fire in his eyes. “I don't know,” the officer said, “should I?”

In some ways, the display of dominance was adorable, and Nightwing couldn't help flashing his signature sharp grin. “You can,” he promised. “It's up to you. But I could show you.” He hopped onto the balcony's railing with his inhuman grace, and held out his hand. “If you put your trust in me, I'll make it worth your while.”

The man looked dubious, gaze flicking from Nightwing's shielded eyes to his outstretched hand. “How?”

“You used to be an acrobat, didn't you, officer?” the hero asked.

Grayson looked away. “That was a long time ago.’”

“Well,” said Nightwing, still grinning that wicked grin, teeth flashing in the dim light, “how would you like to really fly?”

The officer's eyes went wide, and for a moment, Nightwing worried he would close the door, shut him out, and it would all be over. Then a determined look swept over him, and he stepped forward, reaching out.

Grayson's hand slipped into his, and Nightwing took the leap.

[...]

End notes:

😭 why did you have to become a cop richie how am i meant to acab like this????

like yes cops are Bastard but like. Richie Grayson was an outlier and should not have been counted. he's perfect your honor. he's never done anything wrong in his whole life. no one tell me otherwise pls

also nightwing is some kind of fae creature but don't worry about that

[estrangedandwayward]

My favorite thing about aegon is that he's lame. Like everything he does, like that should be some insane badass valyrian steel armour worn by the weilder of blackfyre but it's aegon ii who cares. Get this loser out of here. Ew.

[rainbow-demoness]

Reblogging the version without the drama. Friendly reminder, for anyone else about to start any, that countries near but not in the EU are not the subject of this comic.

I have never felt more free than being away from the freest country on earth

[astrogre]

Astro Observations 1

My first Astro observations post, I would like to confirm that my observations are the niche ways in which a placement may manifest, it is the way I’ve noticed it in others, the people around me, celebrities, myself and in my studies. It is not the doctrine wide broad way the placement occurs for everyone.

Venus in 10th house natives tend to be well known for the person they may date. They tend to date people that really match them physically and can have their relationships idolized by others. The sign it’s under can show what their partners may be known for. This is also a common placement for celebrities because the interest from others in your love life increases your public image, making you more desirable and of interest to everyone including agencies/record labels, they will see your influential potential and love that. Even if you guys don’t date anyone people may have someone in mind who they think matches you or others can just look at you and wonder what your “type” is. Your love life in itself is of interest to others.

Eg. Chris Brown, Johnny Depp, Jimin, Victoria Beckham, Kristen Stewart, Billie Eilish, Kanye West.

Another way Venus 10th housers may manifest is they may have crushes on renowned key figures from history like JFK, Alexander Hamilton, Stalin, Cleopatra, Marilyn Monroe, royal monarchy literally any people of historical significance. (Saturn influence is long lasting and for Venus to be here it can make natives romanticise powerful historical figures)

Pluto 3rd housers can dominate the conversations they have with others so much that they don’t let the other person have their own opinion.

Capricorn Chiron in 6th house makes people feel worthless and terrible if they haven’t been productive for a day, these people don’t like to be lazy, it makes them feel inferior. They put a lot of pressure on themselves to produce and their day routine may be their greatest pride.

10H stellium always have career plans, they like to advance their CV and career prowess for fun, always taking up opportunities. Especially if sun is here.

12H stellium always posting the weirdest stuff that others don’t understand but it has a unique vibe to it that just feels “right” at the same time, they may have this aesthetic that feels eery but overtime enjoyable and something to look forward to because of its uniqueness. I have a 12H stellium friend and they always post pictures of weird random abandoned places with crocs and dirty teddy bears laying in the middle of them. At first I thought it strange but overtime, I look forward to what monstrosity of visuals they will bring next. 12H really does bring out things never seen before. 🤔

Venus in 1H makes you look very feminine, you may style yourself in a feminine manner or have a naturally feminine appearance. Eg. Leo Venus in 1H May have very beautiful feminine looking long hair.

1H Libra Mars has a similar effect as Venus in the 1H however these natives have a hint touch of masculinity, are rather playboy, Casanova and can have a big ego. Think of Flynn rider from tangled. Very pretty boy.

People with 12H Capricorn placements may procrastinate or find difficulty in bringing the planets in there into reality and get frustrated at themselves for it. It’s similar to the planet being in retrograde E.g a 12H Capricorn moon not being able to fully show or act on the way they feel in their head. Look at the house of where Saturn is in your chart to find the topics and how you can bring the energy of your Capricorn 12H planets out.

0 degrees for any planet or asteroid means that you embody that planet/asteroid and its sign in its most pure authentic form. It can make you the epithet of that placement.

Lilith Square Asc makes someone not able to escape looking like a bad boy/girl it always comes out in their appearance without them intending to. They don’t want to present themselves in a way that looks scandalous but at the same time a part of them is and they can’t escape that. It’s like an energy. They’re dynamic and free, they like what they like and that shows in their face and appearance. They also can’t change things about themselves to please others even if they wanted to.

Jupiter 1H usually have big features, like a glossy kind of look to them. It may be big eyes, flushed face, supple puffy skin, wide nose or just have an abundant looking face. I’ve also noticed they tend to have a squared shape face with rounded edges. E.g Hailey Beiber, Abraham Lincoln, Gerard Butler, Aishwarya Rai, Niall Horan, Ashton kutcher, Whitney Houston, Cristiano Ronaldo

Also this is completely random and not astrologically backed up but whenever I think of Jupiter 1H I just think of clear gleaming skin. Perhaps it is backed up astrologically as Jupiter blesses and brings luck to the house it’s in and it being in the 1st rules a natives appearance. Anyways when I think of Jupiter 1st house I always imagine that they don’t need very much makeup they have this glow to them already that cannot be copied.

Virgo ASC style and dress themselves in a way that’s unique for them, for an example they may always have a signature accessory that they wear that only they understand why it’s so important to be worn. E.g. can be a headband, jewellery or hat. They may also be consistent in the way they look, they don’t tend to have “bad days”. In my personal opinion I find Virgo rising men the most attractive. But beauty is in the perspective of the beholder.

Speaking of which, my unpopular opinion is that I don’t believe that a sign or planet can make you more beautiful than another sign E.g like how people say Venus, libra and Taurus is an indicator of being beautiful -I just think that each sign personifies beauty in a different way. In my eyes I see Libra and Venus beauty to be feminine and attractive, but I find Pluto Scorpio beauty to be alluring and intense, magnetic, like Phantom of the opera, like an enchanting vampire that resides in the shadows. I also find Uranus Aquarius beauty to be far more entrancing, striking and even as if the native looks like their from a game fantasy novel or a manga protagonist. I don’t think we can just say “having Venus prominent makes someone more beautiful than others”, perhaps conventionally but not universally. Planets and signs of the first house can show us HOW the beauty is made manifest. It being of Venus, libra influence just kind of makes it feminine or conventionally attractive like butterflies or roses rather than intense or of large magnitude (unless making aspects to magnifying planets like Jupiter)

Aquarius moons can feel a lot of emotions but they’re very good at holding it in. People say that they don’t feel much because the nature of Aquarius being detached however I’ve also seen it occur in a way where the Aquarius moon native may pretend they’re not hurt or sad so that they can keep it pushing and force this happy facade so it hurts less but in reality their just burying the pain deeper. They are kind of avoidant but it makes you feel sorry for them because even if you try to comfort them they don’t even acknowledge the pain themselves so it doesn’t make much of a difference.

Jupiter in 6th house always have action packed days, they spend their days with joy and have a really good time. They usually have their dream day to day life. They’re your one friend that is always doing something interesting, fully booked and loves it.

Jupiter 8H are never strapped for cash, these natives can just be very lucky in getting money from others. Especially if in harmonious aspects with sun, Pluto and Venus. If aspects are negative native still doesn’t worry much but may find that people are a little more hesitant to giving or Jupiter 8H native doesn’t want to ask for it.

Mars 1H makes someone want to work harder on their body by going to the gym, may want to look more manly, aggressive.

Jupiter conjunct moon in 7th house makes you a very passionate lover, anyone who is in a relationship with you can always feel excited and you excel in relationships.

Mercury conjunct ascendant can make someone always think about their goals, plan their next move. They use their minds to get what they want from life and can talk about the principles they apply to themselves which can make them look rather intelligent to others. Can also make someone appear very youthful, not only in appearance but their mannerisms too. Like a dimply smile, blushing and shaking their head when complimented. An animated response.

Moon opposite asc, tends to make a person unable to think clearly when emotions are involved, especially when it’s related to topics in the house your moon is in, like you can look a little mentally unstable here 💀 because your emotions that you show can drastically change from 0-100. moon opp asc also can have a person go against what they want, their principles and approach to life, the opposition forces them to deny their feelings existence in order to act in the way they believe is best. You can even care more about your image than the themes of the moons house.

E.g 7H moon opposite ascendant can make someone care about their image in the relationship, display an image of nonchalance when in reality they’re very protective of their partner. The feelings from their partner and their relationship can be irresistible and make them at times abandon their vices and plans for themselves

[felikatze]

THE ISLANDER EUPHRASIE THEORY: THE CRACK HEADCANON THAT RUINED ME FOREVER

HI. you might know me as the kingphie divorce guy. or as the guy who wrote the 6k ludonarrative essay. Today i am going to introduce to YOU @the-bitter-ocean's fantabulous ISLANDER EUPHRASIE THEORY!!!

DISCLAIMER

This post contains SPOILERS for ALL of In Stars and Time. INCLUDING THE ACT 6 SECRET!!

You have been warned.

ALSO!!!!

The original headcanon/theory is VERY MUCH Ocean's fantastic work! I am merely rehashing all the arguments for it that have been laid out across various chats into one cohesive thing people can look at. Also citations! Who doesn't love those.

WHAT IS IT?

Well, it's quite simple. It's the theory that Euphrasie, love of my life and Head Housemaiden of Dormont, is from the forgotten island, same as Siffrin and the King.

(Yes, this is why divorce AU exists.)

WHY DO YOU EVEN BELIEVE THIS?

Quite a lot of reasons, actually.

It's really funny

Let us begin with: the basics.

SUPERFLOUS AESTHETIC DETAIL

HAIR COLOR

This is Euphrasie. She's very pretty. I love her.

You might notice several things about her, like her fantabulous white hair.

Well. What other characters have white hair?

You have guessed correctly. The ONLY OTHER white haired characters with actual artwork are Siffrin and the King, both from The Island The World Forgot. Thus we can assume that it's a typical hair color for islanders. Makes it stand out very much that Euphie also has it.

(What about the beautiful one- sh sh sh he's blonde. He's blonde.) (Well, actually, considering that they are the only one who acknowledges that Vaugardians are also weird, what if he's from the island as well? Checkmate atheists.)

EYELASHES

(EDIT!!!!! FINALLY PUTTING THIS ON THE MAIN POST!!!

Turns out I was incorrect in this. Some characters (Mira, Isa) also have eyelashes on SOME portraits. The mentioned chars r still notable for Always Having Em, + the Loop lashes are like, literally intended as plot twist foreshadowing, but, hey.

That's what you get for writing essays at 1am.

IN RETURN!!! Someone pointed out to me [i forgot who sorry] that Euphrasie's capelet.... has stars on it!! It's speckled like the starry sky!! Now isn't that a neat coinkydink.)

(Original text left up because I respect my past self's artistic vision. And his lunacy.)

Correct. Eyelashes.

Going back to our portrait of Euphie, she is drawn with precisely three eyelashes. Why is this notable? Because Siffrin and Loop are.

So much so, that being drawn with three eyelashes, is specifically an element of foreshadowing to Loop's true identity.

(squints at character portraits) literally no characters besides Siffrin, Loop, and Euphrasie have eyelashes? Oh my god. What? Nobody has eyelashes? What the fuck? (okay, some moments later: Mirabelle has eyelashes in some battle artwork, but these three are the only ones specifically with eyelashes in dialogue portraits, which is still incredibly odd.)

SPEAKING HABITS

(EDIT!!! Another Point that is Kind Of Off, in that other characters [e.g. Odile] also do this occasionally. Again, keeping the text for my creative vision.

In return I get to inform you that the King makes the "not so bright, Bright One" pun TWICE in different loops, thus implying the King likes puns. Take this as you will. That's been my psychic damage, buhbyeeee~)

Hey, so, you know when you talk to people in Dormont, a lot of the NPCS will have a nametag that just says "[something] One" right? Daydreaming One, Castle-Loving One, Beautiful One?

And I've seen people wonder, are these titles? Nicknames?

And I bring you this: Siffrin addresses these people with these epithets in his head, because they have no fucking clue what anyone's name is.

So Siffrin just naturally lapses into this style of nicknaming strangers.

Which two other people also do.

Bright one... ...... Do you remember? Traveling one! Are you done talking with your companions? Yes, wonderful, wonderful!

Funny little tidbit that these three characters all speak alike isn't it :)

Okay. With aesthetics out of the way, let's move onto the next tier of this iceberg:

THE MECHANICS OF FORGETTING AND BEING FORGOTTEN

I realize in the process of writing that we must outline the nature of the curse. What gets forgotten and what gets to stay?

The particularity that's important to us right now is: what people get forgotten?

All evidence points toward this: an entire person is only forgotten if they were physically present on the island when it vanished.

I'm pulling up two example cases to prove it: Siffrin and the Daydreaming One.

The thing with Siffrin is: we know he witnessed the exact moment the island vanished. And, very notably, Siffrin was in a boat.

You can get the dialogue that proves this only in ACT 2 in a secret room most people don't find on their first playthroughs, which is both very funny and very evil. Here's the dialogue.

Siffrin: "I ran away from home once!" [...] Siffrin: "And so I took our boat! Got to the beach, rowed away from the shore a bit. I was going to come back right away, I just wanted to scare my parents a bit!" [...]

Siffrin: "I started to row back towards the shore... And then, I... I... ..." Isabeau: ... Sif? Siffrin: (Woah! What?) "Um, yes?" Isabeau: Um... You were telling us how you ran away from home? Siffrin: "I... was?" Odile: You... Were. Bonnie: DID YOU FORGET WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT WHILE TALKING ABOUT IT?!?

Siffrin is from the island, but was not physically present when it disappeared. This resulted in Siffrin forgetting their entire identity, including given name and spoken/written language.

Additionally, this is confirmed via Word of God to be the exact moment the island disappeared, so here's proof I'm not reading into it:

Shoutout to bibliomaniac's insane google spreadsheet for the easily searchable screenshot. god bless. Brinny, ily.

On the other hand, with the Daydreaming One, we have proof of a person who is not originally from the island, but was physically on it at the time of disappearance.

Siffrin: "Don't you have a sister?" Daydreaming One: I... I don't? I just said I'm an only child, silly!

(For her to forget someone like her sister, so easily... Her sister must've traveled to...)

Secondly, we know that remnants of the island were not completely forgotten immediately.

Memory faded gradually, starting with the ability to still speak and think about it with accompanying headaches, until it ramped up in intensity and everything is simply gone.

The Sparkling Diary in the library is more or less proof. Memory of the island was gone, but... people still remembered that they forgot something. People still knew what they were talking about, (an island north of Vaugarde), just without the specifics.

"Urgh. Also, Dad noticed no one can say the name of the island north of here anymore?" "I tried to say it yesterday and I got like the WEIRDEST headache for HOURS."

And Odile also remarks the following

Odile: We also know that people could remember that country clearly, before.

This will be relevant later. Moving on.

CONTRIVANCES

THE HOUSE'S OBSERVATORY

SO. The House of Change of Dormont has this funny little room on the third floor. It's an observatory. To look at stars with. When entering this room for the first time, Mirabelle says this:

Mirabelle: What...? Was there a room like this in the House? Y-yeah, I remember! Someone was working here... Studying... They looked like... ... Um... Sorry, I can't remember.

This reveals to us several things:

This room is innate to the House, and not brought here by the King's weird redecorating

Someone from the House was using it for study

All memory of who or what was studying and being studied was erased alongside the island's existence

Of course we can say, "yo, what if Euphrasie was using this room and just forgot?" but that is. a headcanon. I ADMIT! It is a stipulation

However, I find the general presence of the Island written all over the House incredibly interesting.

Inside the Observatory, there's a pile of papers with messy handwriting. You can't read these in until ACT 4. Even in ACT 4, you can't read them. But you do learn what's written on them.

(A pile of papers.) (It looks like someone was trying to write your country's name.)

Inside the observatory is also a globe. Upon repeated interaction in... act 4, i think, you get this:

(You see a spot on the globe where the paint has started wearing out, like someone kept dragging their finger on it.) (You drag your finger there too.) (Erased. You almost want to look for lightless paint.)

BOOKS

During the various quests to discover the truth of the loops, you run into a lot of books, written in the forgotten language. Now, Dormont is not close to the island. Dormont is not close to the coast.

Bambouche is. That's why Bonnie has heard about the island before and knows it was a big deal - they lived really close to it.

Bonnie (and then1): I think, I think my village was really close to it!!! My sister said it was all everyone could talk about for weeks!!! Mirabelle (anxious1): That's so frightening... I'm glad that whatever happened, she didn't get caught up in it!

As we can see in this map, Dormont is in the southern half of the country, and very centrally at that, meaning it has basically maximum distance from all waters and ports. So why does this landlocked small town have so many books in this language?

These aren't just dry books, either. In Dormont's library, there's actually a translated version of volume 2 of The Cursing of Chateau Castle.

(You take the book out again.) (You can read its title, now...) (Your heart is beating, badump, badump, badump.) (It's...) (... A translated copy of "The Cursing of Château Castle", issue #2.) (You start laughing.)

CONCLUSION OF THIS SECTION

Islanders lived in Dormont. Maybe even multiple! We've established that whoever is in Dormont when it vanished would not simply disapper, instead

they forgot where they're from.

One day, the islanders in Dormont could no longer remember being anywhere but Dormont. Being anything but Vaugardian. The observatory fell into disuse, as the person studying there gradually forgot what they used it for, even as they desparately tried to hold onto it, boring holes into the globe, and scribbling its name over and over until its unintelligible.

And, in all likelihood, eventually that knowledge was just gone forever. They simply became part of Dormont, none the wiser to their own history.

Books slipped into cracks. Rooms fell into disuse. Nobody remembered to clean out the remnants.

Now. The real cinch of this.

Why, in particular, do I think Euphrasie is one of them?

Answer me this, then.

How does Euphie know what Wish Craft is?

1. How could she read it?

Euphrasie knew specifically that Wish Craft exists, when all books on it are written in a language nobody can read.

The book in the storage room? The diary in the room behind the star door? The book in the secret library? None of them are legible.

There are no legible records of Wish Craft.

2. What about the Favor Tree?

Euphrasie knew specifically that Wish Craft is related to the Favor Tree. It's also a Vaugardian practice to make requests of the Favor Tree, but they're just that - requests. Nobody thinks they actually have power.

Only Euphrasie does. She thinks it's the key to defeating the King.

(This is... A list of people who wished to save Vaugarde!!!) (You look around her desk, trying to find out more.) (Why would she record the people who wished to save Vaugarde?) (... There!!!) (It's a little notebook, jammed between random boring paperwork...) (In it, the Head Housemaiden talks about Wish Craft... How in the days before the King attacked, she noticed everyone was wishing to the Favor Tree for the same thing:) (To save Vaugarde.) (And she started wondering if this wish could be the key to the King's defeat, somehow...) (So the Head Housemaiden knew about Wish Craft!!!)

Except, when Isabeau talks about it...

Isabeau: Well, it's just a random big tree. But when you're a believer of the House of Change, the biggest tree in a certain place is called a Favor Tree! It's like, it’s the tree with the most power, so you can ask it things? As a favor?

He struggles a little to explain it. Almost, as though the tradition came from some other culture, imported into Vaugarde, and no one can definetely remember where it came from.

To note, here, is that the Favor Tree is hugely associated with Loop, and wishes in general. Wishing on a Favor Tree is such a hugely powerful ritual when executed correctly, that it caused the entire timeloops.

And I'm not even gonna break out citations to prove that Wish Craft is associated with the island. Come on. You know that. You played the game. It's required to beat the game.

If you haven't beaten the game, what the fuck are you doing here. Go back and play it, baka.

3. Something's breaking, failing, rotting

At the end of ACT 4, when Siffrin confronts Euphrasie about her knowledge of Wish Craft, Euphrasie is distinctly aware of this: the people of Vaugarde are wishing wrong.

It's true. All of Vaugarde wished to the Favor Tree, wished for us to be saved. We wished for a savior. A way for us to win against the King. And Wish Craft gave us the means to do it, didn't it? Made sure it'd work? [...] But... But something went wrong, didn't it? Something goes wrong, every time!!! [...] The only answer I can find... Is it's because we did it wrong. I don't know what happened But we must've done it wrong!!! None of us in Vaugarde knew the exact ritual, but-- But we must have done it so wrong, it broke, and it doesn't answer to us at all anymore!!! [...] I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!!!

There's only one person who knew how to make a Wish correctly. And he made it by sheer instinct. Something they could not place even if they tried. Just... a forgotten ritual, dredged back up by muscle memory. Something he's probably been doing since he's a little kid, something that's so backed into their habits they use Wish Craft to carve figurines out of wood.

To end, I leave you with this. Dialogue you get when you try to talk to Euphrasie again, before you talked to everybody else.

If you talk to me... REALLY talk to me... It's all over. What "it" is, I have no idea... I know... I can feel that... I couldn't change whatever comes next, even if I wanted to. But I know it is the will of the Change God. Or, no, perhaps... The will of something even bigger... ... Something will end, once you talk to me.

There is a way for Euphrasie to know all of this. To know Wish Craft exists, to be aware she's doing it wrong, but not knowing, remembering quite enough to get it right.

If she knew it all beforehand already.

[sugar-petals]

I feel like dramatic classics get done dirty a lot of times. Most of the recommendations are always boring “tailered chic” styles, which would be good for certain work recommendations, but even in my job as an accountant, I don’t have to dress that formally. I don’t even dress for my type bc DCs always keep getting recommended the same boring stuff. I’m more of a casual/street style girly myself.

david kibbe would probably say, "if you can, my elegant dramatic classic lady... go all out... and if you're already an accountant... embody it!" (or something like that) what i would say, and i want to challenge the `what's appropriate for what´ dogma and kibbe recommendation pressure with it:

wanting to dress a way > having to dress a way.

if street style and casual are your thing, maintain it! DC elements can be infused into that. sharp shoulders, tone in tone, geometric shoes. not to mention vintage thrifts, it's a goldmine for gamines and classics. menswear thrifting is perfect for cool DC streetstyle.

also, remember that classic clothes look boring on every other type but classics — and in and of themselves, on the hanger, do feel like the same aesthetic over and over: unless one copies jackie o's actually interesting DC wardrobe. although the "US first lady" trope is... yeah. and who can realistically wear that daily. i prefer kibbe's new DC type epithet ("haute powerhouse"), it's a great name actually.

handy 2025 kibbe type name update chart:

soft gamine's new name is a little too much, soft natural is too limited to magazines here, "deco dynamo" sounds too hilarious for the intimidating dramatic, some new names are missing, but yeah. okay, the old names were more to the point, i can't be the only one? of course, kibbe's TR bias: still "femme fatale". it's the only name that didn't change 😂 i love it. snark aside:

diva/divo chic, spitfire, girl/guy next door, free spirit, dreamspinner, femme/homme fatale, those were right on the money. though, the new ones only settled in on reddit so far, i haven't seen the larger kibbesphere call FN the "nonchalant showstopper" (awkward wording). i hope we maintain the old version, i don't get why he rebranded it all with extra french words.

note how the names used to refer to chic aka style, now it's much more personal identity based. irresistable, belle, elegante, etc. interesting how he goes with the times. "tailored chic" actually gave a pragmatic impression how to dress DC, but at least now you know where the good ole 'DC = bespoke stereotype' comes from. which has its kernel of truth, but names always generalize.

refurbishing DC as a haute couture type is cool actually, which removes some of its office dust. so, the high fashion reference does elevate it to a new level beyond basic tailoring. yes... vaguely classist and aristocratic from kibbe. he always wanted classic and dramatic to be the superior expensive regal hyperfashion categories™ lmao, nothing new, but maybe dupes can help us regular degular kibbe practicioners, and the idea counts.

haute mode -> more options than typical bespoke!

(^to be fair, the movie is more about FG vs FN and literal sweatshops)

meanwhile: in my opinion, it's actually pure classic that is the most highly restricted category, as symmetry and simplicity "need to be maintained always", phew. i wouldn't wanna be a classic dresser myself. dramatic classic still has the benefit of stealing ideas from the dramatic type due to their undercurrent. i think that's where a more refreshing, edgy twist can enter.

chart source

[spliinkles]

Im very exited to see Epithet: Switched coming back! Have you read Prison of Plastic or seen the new songs yet?

Hi! Hello! I'm also very excited to be getting back into ES! I am genuinely so happy to be able to produce the ideas I had back then in a style I'm comfortable in (has, was, and always will be a passion project I put all my love into regardless of skill, but now it just feels *right*).

I do have both the pdf and audio book of PoP, but I haven't gotten around to listening/reading, only because I get pretty hyperfocused on one set media at one time and it's hard for me to multitask being obsessed with things, but I have listened to the songs!!! Giovanni, you will always be famous !!!

Lil update: Right now, I'm in the process of making new references for the characters, as well as a height chart. I know how to draw kids now! (bc trust me, back then I STRUGGLED lol)

Giovanni is small and full of Evil intent. Percy, not so much

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Guiding Hand 9

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, parental neglect, depression, inference of self harm, violence, abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your online academics are affected by your personal struggles but your professor won’t let you give up so easy.

Characters: Raymond Smith, Lee Bodecker in the background

Note: I slept in which hasn't happened in ages.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The world lurches to a halt. Your eyes flick open and you take in the white brick of the city station before you. Your shoulder is against the train window, your head slumped, and you are stolidly warm. You blink again and shift to sit straight. You look down at the tweed blazer draped across your front. 

“We’ve arrived,” Professor Smith declares as he fixes his glasses.  

“I... I’m sorry. I fell asleep,” you croak and gently push his jacket off, smoothing it then holding it out to him. The armrest between you has been flipped up. “Thank you, sir.” 

He grunts, likely at the use of the formal epithet. You just don’t feel right calling him by his name. He takes his blazer, “not at all. You needed the rest. I only thought you might be cold as they had the air on high.” 

“Thank you,” you repeat again. Things aren’t so different, are they? You’re still a burden. You still have nothing to give but take all you can get. 

“We will wait for the rush to pass,” he stays as he is as the other passengers rise and shrug into sweaters or jackets and take down their bags from compartments.  

You are in no hurry to go, you’re not quite sure what awaits you and the general public has always reminded you of your greatest insecurities. You see the women with their styled hair, winged liners, and sleek outfits. They are all put together meanwhile you feel as if you’re falling apart. 

Raymond stands only as the aisle clears and puts on his blazer. He brings down the bags and steps back for you to sidle out. You walk ahead of him gawkishly, unsure of where to go beyond the train. An attendant helps you onto the platform and you turn to look at your escort as he steps down coolly. 

“We’ll fetch a taxi to see us home. I’ll have you settled soon enough. I’m certain you cannot wait to be still.” He says. 

You nod and shrug, then offer another wilted ‘thank you.’ 

He guides you through the station and out the front doors. There’s a row of cabs waiting for the arrivals. He claims one and the driver helps in getting the luggage in the trunk. You don’t have much more than that duffel he took of your thrifted clothing. 

You cradle your injured hand as you pass through the city streets. It’s a beautiful place. Vibrant, huge, much more than the gray town you spent your life in. The curated hedges and bunches of petals, the endless business marquees and the arched park entrances put to shame all you know. It feels like a dream; the sort of fantasy only written or crafted onto film. 

Raymond is quiet, pensive as you peek over at him. His golden hair shines in the sunlight that peers through the window. He watches the windshield past the seat. Just look at him, you feel out of place. His refined attire, his straight posture, he is precise in every way. 

As the ride stretches on, you worry. The city thins as you reach the outer bounds and the sprawling greens are specked with large homesteads. The driver slows and pulls up a long drive, capped by a set of iron gates. The house behind the bars is a mansion and half. 

Raymond fiddles with his phone and the gates open on a motor. The driver pulls through and rolls all the way up before the front steps. You gape up at the immense modern castle. This is all his? This is beyond anything you’ve ever seen with your own eyes. 

The driver opens your door as Raymond lets himself out. You climb out and stand to the side awkwardly. You don’t belong in a place like this. 

The trunk snaps as your eyes cling to the grand facade. Raymond thanks the driver before the tires roll back toward the gate. He waits until the taxi is gone and then the gates whir shut. He steps up next to you with the bags in hand. 

“Go on,” he nudges you softly with his elbow. 

“This...” you pause and look at him. He’s older than you. And established. He must have a whole life aside from this disaster of a student he pities to the point of charity. “I don’t know. Your family... wouldn’t they be upset?” 

He looks at you keenly with his pale blue eyes, “it’s only me.” 

You frown and face the house again. Oh. You didn’t mean to presume, you just thought... 

“I’m sor--” 

“Ah,” he quiets you. “No more of that. I’m rather content in my solace. Now, you need settling. You’ve been through enough.” 

You grumble and nod. Your shame and self-pity keeps you speechless. He’s confusing to you. How can he not see how pathetic you are? Why is he doing all this? 

You ascend the steps next to him. He goes ahead of you only as you reach the doors and he pushes the left one inward, waving you through first. You enter, shoulders and head down, and stay on the mat as the polished floors gleam around you. 

You sway in horror. What must he have thought of your mother’s apartment? And he went into your room to fetch your clothing? Ugh, he must think you entirely helpless and disgusting. You cover your face without a thought. 

“Dear, are you unwell?” He asks as the bags drop on the bench heavily. 

“Um,” you part your fingers then peel them away. “No, I...” you chew your lip and put your arms at your side, “it’s a very pretty house. Big.” 

“Yes, so it is. Try not to get lost,” he snorts. “I’ll show you where you can hang your hat, in a manner of speaking, but first, shoes.” 

You look down at your sneakers. Right. You bend to untie the stained laces. The applique is falling away from the seams and the treads are streaked and scuffed with dirt. You wiggle them off and put them over on the tidy shoe rack. 

Raymond tucks his leather shoes away and scoops up the bags once more. You wait for him to guide you. He steps ahead of you and you trail him. 

“I’ll give you a brief lay of the land,” he proclaims as he leads you through an open square doorway. Beyond is a high-ceilinged room which could contain your mother’s entire apartment. “The den or sitting room, whatever you might call it. Feel welcome to spend your leisure here. I’m afraid I never use the telly much.”  

He stops as you peer around. You try not to show your awe but it’s all so fancy and sleek. The TV is mounted to the wall above a fireplace and the leather furniture is puckered and perfectly place, along with the wood and brass accoutrements that decorate the space. 

“The kitchen as well.” He herds you onward into the hall and down to the kitchen at the rear of the house. It is as refined as the rest of the house, vast even; so many cupboards, a large island, and all the appliances you could dream of. “Don’t hesitate to help yourself. I am rather fond of cooking so I don’t mind at all. Or if you would need some assistance with anything, I’ll be more than happy to help.” 

“Oh, thanks,” you fold your arm to your chest and wring your wrist with your other hand. 

“And should you require anything, I’m certain you will, you may simply let me know,” he says. “I assume you would like to be in one place for what’s left of the day. I cannot blame you. I am fatigued of the upending myself.” 

He takes you down the hall and back to the foyer. You follow him up the stairs that bend halfway and down another hallway that overlooks the entry over the banister. He stops at a door and nods. You sheepishly move to open it yourself as he keeps hold of the bags. 

You swing the door open gently and peek inside. You turn and reach for the bag, “I can--” 

“I’ve got it,” he insists and steps through. He lays the bag on the desk in the corner. “The maid comes daily. I will inform her to knock. This is you space.” 

“Oh,” you utter. 

“My room is further down, at the very end, should you need to find me, though I am more often in my office, between this door and mine,” he explains, “a loo across from you as well.” 

“Yes, sir,” you twiddle your fingers and look around. The room is amazing. The daylight beams through the sheer curtains and lights up the decor. Gold and ivory, brighter than the rustic tones of the first floor. 

“I will leave you to your own devices. I’ve smothered you, haven’t I?” He nears the door. “If you are up to it, I will be preparing dinner for six.” He checks his watch and clucks. “Do you prefer steak or chicken?” 

You wet your lips and stare at the doorway behind him. “Whatever you like, I'll eat... I could help--” 

“You will rest. Your hand needs healing. Your spirit too.” He girds. “There is a tub as well, and all you should need with it. Salts and the like.” 

“Thanks, um, I think I’ll just... rest.” 

“There’s the bookshelf as well,” he points. “Thought you mightn’t agree with my taste, help yourself to the selection.” 

“Okay,” you murmur. 

“Very well, then,” he dips his chin and turns on his heel. 

He struts out and shuts the door in his stead. You stare at it. Dread curdles around you and makes you shudder. 

You shouldn’t feel worse, should you? But you do. He has such a nice life, a gorgeous house, a wonderful job. You don’t know why he should disturb it by inviting you in from the cold? 

Maybe he’s one of those people who uses those beneath him to build himself up. You’re a pet project for this man bored with his perfect existence. That must be it. After all, no man’s ever wanted anything from you but to make themselves feel big. 

You turn and cross the room. You stand at the window and gaze out at the lawn. Your eyes tinge with tears. You are still a slug. Still filth. You don’t want to stain his obsessively clean haven.  

Your legs wobble and you back away from the window. You stagger to the desk and sit in the swivelly chair. You lean your elbow on the desk and inhale with a quake. You hold your head as the memories swell in your head. 

Lee on top of you, hurting you, then all at once, chaos. Your mother, so helpless, so apathetic in her addiction, that she couldn’t do anything but squeal. He witnessed it all. 

How can he bear it? How can he be near dirt like you? The way he sanitizes everything around him, and himself. The intense attention to detail and spite for those out of order. You can’t live up to all that. You’re going to cross a line sooner or later and then what happens? 

You have no way home. He brought you here, on his dime. Now you owe him. As you always owed your mother just for being born, for being useless, a loser. That’s what Lee said and he wasn’t the first to do so. 

You shakily wipe under your eyes with your knuckle. You’re lost. You’ve always been, but right now, you are off in a desolate land. 

He might mean well. He might be honest, but that doesn’t make you feel any less a burden. That doesn’t take away the taint you’ve always carried. There’s no place for you in this world. Trying to find it, trying to better yourself, that proved it to you. You failed again and no matter what he believes or does, you’ll fail him too. 

You fail at whatever he expects of you. What that is, is a mystery. He’s seen what you are. Where you come from. You hide your face behind your hand and gulp as you think about it. 

[art-of-a-ghostie]

Random headcanons of Epithet Erased cast because yes:

Percy sometimes visits Ramsey in jail once bi-weekly (both to ask for help with a case or just to chat), if more or less it means that there's an emergency and Ramsey gets mildly worried about his friend (??).

Sylvie holds a diary he fully declares to be a journal and insists it's for keeping notes of his discoveries and studies, but he mostly uses it to write his feelings. He has a love-hate relationship with it.

Lorelai is good at drawing and has a realistic art style, but has the curse to only draw following the "art manual" (for example: she knows how to draw your typical white man with many abs and a white woman with a regular chest but would struggle to get different body types or heights and would rage-quits/uses her epithet to make them more accurate). She is also good at drawing clothes.

Ramsey has a "sona" (which is just a cartoon-like rat with a golden eye) he secretly hides in his drawings together to his signature in case his artwork gets reposted

(He also doesn't post irl pics or selfies so his fan base just assumes that the golden eye is just for aesthetics)

Spike loves body piercing but is scared of needles. Every time she gets one she calls one (sometimes two) of her friends and just so they can be there to be the emotional support and hold her hand or/and just to drag her back into the store if she backs out.

Zora actually knows about modern technology she just pretends to not know it in front of Ramsey to piss him off. She also used incorrect slang in front of him once and he got psychological damage.

She also did that with Yoomtah but she just kept doubling down and so she did and they ended up speaking like Sims. Moot immediately burst thought the door and begged them to stop

Moot (canonically a trans woman) only came out after joining Bliss Ocean. Yoomtah, as a master of Straight Ally-ing (she is canonically a straight ally) she is, welcomed her with a "And now you are double illegal in many states, I am so proud of you, girl :3"

That was the one and only situation Moot ALMOST left a snicker

Spike is the shortest of Giovanni's boys but in the sense that her and Ben are both the shortest but Ben is an inch or two taller and he is way too prideful about it

Ben VC: How's the weather down there, short stuff? :}c

Spike VC: Shut up >:/

While Indus worked at the museum got a few tips and a lot of positive reviews from the visitors. Many visitors of the museum (and the director himself) were shocked about discovering that he was a criminal and posted their shock online. This has led the many people on the internet to think about him like a gentleman thief or a criminal manipulator mastermind (and so does Sylvie)

Molly sometimes has trouble remembering her full name and switching between "All-the-DAY" and "all-the-WAY". Giovanni's boys still haven't understood which one is correct (Giovanni does but will "full name drop" her like a parent only when he will be mad at her. (Which means he will die before doing that))

Flamethrower always started to dye his hair after joining the Banzai Blasters while Spike changed colors often even before joining them. She is only keeping the blue colors because Giovanni told her she looks good but will die before admitting it and just uses excuses like "I am keeping the hair dye when you normies decide to try some colors too ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ"

This led to having funny photos that both Flametrowher and Spike are slightly ashamed of and will both get flustered if shown in public as they think that they look best in the present

[lutethebodies]

The Misunderstood Blunt Instrument

Two Minthara posts from yesterday (this one about the glorious new wallpapers and this one about her weapons and armor) got me thinking about The Mace as her weapon of choice. If I recall correctly the fandom has touched on bits of it already, so I won't go too long on this (and forgive me if it's been mentioned already), but other than the two cited above my brief searches haven't yielded anything new. And what I got thinking about was how ditching the maces upon recruitment is almost essential.

Personally I never retain them as her melee weapons, for both mechanical and RP reasons. For the first it's because I routinely respec her to a Dex-based build and of course maces are Str-based. The second reason is because (and forgive me if I’m late to the party here) that as a paladin she’s a blunt instrument for whatever deity she’s sworn to: Lolth, the Absolute, etc. And once she’s free of both, she’s free to choose how to defend herself and/or her friends/lovers among the companions.

As noted here, the mace itself may be two fun call-backs in one—both to her EA version as a cleric and, as dual-wielded by an exile, to Drizzt's "draa velve" fighting style (and I'll take their word for it because I may be the only over-40 D&D fan who hasn't read Salvatore's books). But representing this with maces feels specifically like a reductive and more brutish or ugly choice—and the perfect encapsulation for what she's become while enthralled.

The Absolute (and/or the three Chosen) has sanded down all the complexities of Minthara's character into the "mad dog" epithet Ketheric dumps on her during her trial. I'd add (based on much better arguments by much smarter fans) that for the casual BG3 player this is all she is and all she'll ever be, especially (as she notes after Orin's death) that if Tav/Durge had killed her, that would indeed be her fate.

The mace is also a symbol of Minthara's pre-tadpoled hubris of privilege, arrogance, and elitism in that it's the deadweight of how her life up to that point had sculpted her to precisely this outcome. A symbol of her trauma. "How the mighty have fallen" is a cliché, sure, but it's a cliché precisely because it's true and happens so often. The schadenfreude that fellow envious Lolth-sworn might feel when encountering this manic, raving caricature of their own culture! The shock that anyone who knew her from her previous life might feel about how she's changed for the worse! She says as much when candidly later admitting that pride is one of her sins.

The mace is a great choice for an enthralled Minthara, but that makes it (for me) necessary to abandon when she's a companion. The mace helps further that convenient, simplistic, reactive, and reductive way of writing her off as just another male-hating Drow dominatrix. It helps any player confirm lazy priors about her, which might be why she's both blithely dismissed by some and jealously policed by others.

So that's why I always ditch those weapons and re-arm her with Phalar Aluve. It may be just as reductive, but I think it fits, because 1) it's a fab finesse weapon for Dex-based builds, 2) fuck you Lolth, this is a weapon of Eilistraee and Minthara will wield it at you if you come for her and anyone she loves, and 3) fuck you Absolute, she is not your blunt instrument anymore, and she will smite you with something entirely different and with extreme prejudice.

[canisalbus]

Hello! I'm not a furry either so I'm not sure how I stumbled upon your art, but I'm glad I did because I love everything you do for Machete and Vasco and I admire your art and how much effort you put in fleshing them out. They're gorgeous, and your colouring style is very pretty, too! I'd like to ask some things about them, if you don't mind.

1) Are they specific dog breeds? (I remember you said you're inspired by Borzoi fur for Machete's neck fur!)

2) Are dogs your favourite animal to draw?

3) How did you decide on their names?

The question about the names is because, fun fact: Vasco is an extremely popular football team from Rio de Janeiro, and right now they're competing in Brazil's largest football championship to become the country's champion. So I've been imagining Vasco dragging Machete to a football match and being wildly into it while Machete looks lost in the rambunctious crowd lol but also because I'd like to know if you're applying a nationality to them at all. Their clothes have picked my curiosity!

Thanks for sharing your art with us!

Ah, thank you! I'm glad you like my art and little guys.

1. Both of their breeds are fictional.

Vasco is a scenthound type of dog, if you applied Segugio Italiano's colors to Ariégeois/Porcelaine bodytype you'd get very close to what he's supposed to look like.

Machete is a sighthound and his closest real life counterpart would be Ibizan hound. He's mostly just a little fluffier here and there.

2. Yes, dogs are my favorite thing to draw. Canines in general. Sighthounds in particular.

3. I created Machete almost 16 years ago, I think I was simply reading about weapons and thought the word sounded sharp and had a good rhythm to it. In-universe "Machete" isn't his real name at all, it's something of a mean-spirited epithet/nickname he's acquired from his colleagues (mostly for being efficient at powering through mountains of thankless work, his severe (and increasingly cut-throatish) personality and the fact that he's originally from the part of Italy that was ruled by Spain at the time). His actual name (the one Vasco uses) hasn't been revealed.

I had liked the name Vasco long before I assigned it to this character, to me it sounds friendly and energetic but also noble somehow (but that's just my impression, I don't know any Vascos personally). One of the deciding factors was his color palette, I wanted to aim for shades that would resemble gold. In Finnish, "vaski" is an archaic term for warm colored metals like brass, bronze and copper. It's far fetched in retrospective but when the connection popped in my head I had to go for it.

As for the nationalities, they're both Italian. Vasco is a proud Florentine and Machete is originally Sicilian and now lives in Rome.

I can see how Vasco would be into football, Machete less so.

[sickdoctor-rambles]

I’ve been reading Nonnus’ Dionysiaca (what I’ve nicknamed “The Theogony but for Dionysus”) and it’s been super fun. Here’s some ideas I’ve had based upon it, or things I’ve picked up on for working on future projects.

- Dionysus was raised I’d argue *mostly* by Rhea (spelled Rheia in the translation I’m reading) and the Korybantes- the same ones that raised Zeus. Because of this, I can see Dionysus and Zeus having eerily similar fighting styles, but Dionysus is more graceful and chaotic in his movements whereas Zeus is more controlled.

- The genuine love and affection Zeus and Semele harbored towards one another. Zeus *grieves* Semele as she asks him to show his divine form to her. He is fully aware of what this will do, but he also cannot deny her. There’s his beautiful line that says “Then Semele’s wedding was her death…” and later when describing her birth of Dionysus in that moment it says “Lightning was the midwife, thunder our Lady of Childbirth…”. The book that describes the love and death of Semele actually brought tears to my eyes.

- Zeus and the other gods calling Dionysus “All-Joy” and “Never-Mourning” as epithets. Those mean a lot to me. Dionysus is also titled “Driver of panthers and charioteer to Lions” which is cool as hell.

- Dionysus’ love and loss of Ampelos was another bit that brought tears to my eyes. Both of them are still young, and Dionysus doesn’t quite understand mortality yet. He compares Ampelos to Ganymede and Hyacinthus- saying that his dear Ampelos is more lovely than even them. When he loses Ampelos, he is jealous of his father and Ganymede- he is jealous that Apollo might have his Iris and Hyacinth still close to him. Then when Ampelos is made into the grape vine, he rejoices and cries out that he is actually the luckiest of them- that he and Ampelos are better than Apollo, for when has Apollo eaten of the flowers of his love?

Some misc shorter notes:

- Envy dipping his hands in red dye (vermillion, specifically) to disguise himself as Ares so he might trick Hera

- Chronus whining to Zeus in the beginning basically saying “Sure yeah Prometheus was cool for bringing fire or whatever but that mf SHOULD have brought WINE”

- Dionysus having a crown of snakes, then changing to a crown of grape vine after Ampelos

- A NINE YEAR OLD (yes it was specifically stated that he was 9) Dionysus capturing FULL GROWN Lions, panthers and tigers and bringing them to Rheia like “Grammaa pretty pleaaaase can we put these on my chariot 🥺🥺🥺”

[aroaceleovaldez]

Hello! Love your page and yearn for a deeper explanation of Aphrodite’s cabin having the accursed ability of “whispers”? Would it be like whispering an idea to one individual and having that idea spread like a mind virus across a larger group of people? This sounds too exciting to leave off on!

[Post referenced]

"Whispers" as a concept thought up by my lovely friend @druid-for-hire! The group chat was brainstorming Bad Omen demigod ocs and we made a whole little gaggle of them, and Ren's was the Aphrodite kid.

We were basing our concepts off of different epithets and stuff of the Olympians for the most part, so this one is specifically based off of Aphrodite Psithyristes - literally "whispering." Also a bit from Aphrodite Machanitis - "Deviser" or "Contriver," Aphrodite Apaturus - "the Deceitful," and Aphrodite Catascopia - "spying" - Just for a general frame of vibes, lmao. But primarily focusing on "whispering" ergo the term for the power.

The general sort of idea was that the "Whispers" thing functions with a sort of "active" power and "passive" power - the passive power being that people will often inherently forget details about them or that they even were in a place. It's kind of a "the minute they're out of sight people start forgetting everything about them like poor object permanence." The active power being that they can influence people by leaving them with a command (a la charmspeak) or strong emotion/concept/thought/rumor/etc and the individual will not remember them every being there. So the individual will either believe it was their own thoughts or just simply not know where they got the information. They're functionally invisible (in that they disappear from everyone's memories) when they want to be, and can sew dissent in groups by encouraging them to turn on each other while the enemies forget they were ever there. I particularly like Ren's description of it as "effectively an SCP-style cognitohazard."

The bad omen demigods concept is one of my favorite headcanons :3c they're just so funky and fun to make oc concepts based around

[operationmidass]

the epithet exposed casts opinions on each other:3?

HAII!! HELLO

Hm. I wonder if I should write all of them .. but for each character I’ll just write a significant opinion on what they think of a certain person!

Erica/Molly’s actor <- -> Simon/Ramsey’s actor

Erica: “Simon’s really funny… But I don’t get the jokes sometimes.. But he styles hair very well, it’s comforting.”

Simon: “Sweet kid. Wish she’d talk more. And she’s got cool hair!”

Riah/Zora’s actor <- -> Marcus/Sylvie’s actor

Riah: “At ferst’ I thaught the kid was rude and snobby, but his snarkiness backstage is actually kind of amusin’. Still can’t believe the kid’s 18 and THAT small…”

Marcus: “Embarrassing, loud, and obnoxious. But she’s okay I GUESS…”

Madeleine/Percy’s actor <- -> Sarah/Mera’s actor

Madeleine: “She’s sweet and funny, I admire her acting and her personality.”

Mera: “Fuckin hot, I love her character.”

Sarah/Mera’s actor <- -> Joseph/Indus’ Actor

Both of them: “..I can’t live without them.”

David/Giovanni’s actor <- -> Erica/Molly’s actor

David: “My bestie and my daughter. She swears she’s doing fine at home.. But she’s always anxious whenever I pick her up. Poor kid. OOH AND SHE MADE ME BRACELETS!”

Erica: “…..The best.”

The neo trio:

Erica: “They’re awesome. A little talkative… A little—“

Melody: “A LOTTLE!”

Penny: “AXOLOTL!!!!!!”

(They all love eachother, there’s no stopping that. )

Ellie/Lorelai’s actor <- -> David/Giovanni’s actor

Ellie: “Gross, but whatever.”

David: “..A bit rude off scene but it’s fine!”

pls send an ask ( anonymous or not ) if i missed a blorbos and i will totes do it

[flicklikesstuff]

I wanted to say I also love your artstyle, and how the EE characters look like within it ;-; Also, penny for your thought, what's your headcanon on why Naven has his eyes 'closed', even with his glasses ?

Boy, do I have a whole-ass theory for that if you’re willing to bear with me

I’m sure it’s a theory that’s nothing new to the Epithet Erased fandom but:

“Naven Nuknuk is the leader of Bliss Ocean”

And I have points within the series below: 👇

1. Naven teaches speech classes and is excellent at interpersonal communication. The fact that these text messages are in perfect grammar and punctuation implies a connection.

Just compare it to Yoomtah’s texting style. Also, be honest. Who puts a punctuation point after “Oh?”

2. Referring back to the text messages, it just insanely sounds like Naven. Read this section down here then look back at the texts. Tell me you can’t read them in Naven’s voice.

3. Bliss Ocean is a terrorist group that is against the usage of epithets. Naven is the CEO of a company that prioritises mundies over inscribed. This would make for a pretty clear motive if he does turn out to be the leader of Bliss Ocean.

Plus, Ramsey’s whole story of “never underestimating mundies?” Naven is a mundie himself, and that would be pretty neat foreshadowing.

4. You asked about the eyes? WHooo boy. The Bliss Ocean leader’s eyes are emphasised so much in the series. From Zora’s song and in the ending of Redwood Run. It always mentions their eyes being this weird kaleidoscopic/static design?

And like, I can’t help but think: “Gee Naven, why are your eyes always closed. Hm?”

…………

This is a pretty recent observation I came up with over weeks ago but I’m highly convinced. I’m sorry if you expected a short little headcanon and instead got another ramble from me again 😂

If this theory does end up getting confirmed, then it looks like Naven’s got a whole sinister side to him. And it’s not too far off either considering how he acts towards Lorelai within Prison of Plastic.

(Bonus: The text messages are also GREEN-)

COME ON, How can he not NOT be the one behind all this??