#turnpoint

[fite-club]

the me being on tumblr since 2012 is so relevant though. not only was i there for the ace discourse and the pansexuality mogai shit but i was here when people actually discussed feminism in nuanced and educational ways. it's genuinely sad that so many younger lgbt people don't understand basic core concepts of feminism because they've been twisted over time by radfems into terfism. like on my dash today i saw a post that was explaining where the "bechdel test" came from and realized that there were plenty of people who had no idea about alison bechdel and the dykes to watch out for comic but had used the terms/test. like... oh yeah, that shit is old i guess

[monstersqueen]

anyway the stupidest way to play fha is to try and go through every scene before progressing through the main plot

one of the reason why is that there's a bunch of scenes unlocked when you have played 18 scenes unlocked by hf2, not counting exploration at night (scenes inside the house count, but not going out on patrol with saber. nor the scene unlocked by getting killed by archer at the bridge - yes you can get killed by archer at the bridge without unlocking the next session)

so if you try and do that you'll get surprised with a random scene will suddenly unlock you new scenes even though you haven't played any scene critical to the story

another reason is that not every "!" unlock anything critical to the story (there's a storyline that ends with fighting shinji at the harbor by playing hanafuda. it has no relevance to anything but the scenes leading to it are marked "!") (same with the scene with makidera and rin's pendant at school on day 2. as far as can see it's not critical to anything. you can play it last (though it takes some finagling because it's the only scene at that point in time on the first loop, when you can't skip yet. to skip it you need to get killed by archer at the bridge on the first night by repeatedly saving and starting a new loop after the first day))

some scenes marked "!" do unlock critical point of the story, but not necessarily to the next session. by exemple you don't need to talk about the holy grail to the servants to unlock hf2, but you can talk to saber, lancer and caster from the beginning. but it unlocks hf3. another example is that every scene needed to make rin comes back is accessible before hf4, but rin won't come back before hf4.

so unless you have every knowledge of what unlock what you will postpone playing scenes there's no reason to postpone and when you only have "!" scenes left you might play scenes you don't need yet

the other reasons is that if you do that you're going to end up with a lot of skipping there's no reason to do. hf3 only unlock the necessary scences to defeat archer + illya's castle. hf4 unlocks only going out alone at night to shinto. you've progressed through the story but have not actually unlocked anything new !

in short play however you want. there are like 5 scenes you might miss (plus. losing the minigames & the quiz, and not going to the camp/not following caren, which. you can always find them in the scene history).

(for info, the scenes that disappear without you playing them (there are a few that disappear when you play them or that are obligatory to progress in the story) :

awakening (not yet) : storage room at night (replaced by 'awakening (fake)' before defeating archer)

no trespassing : day 4am, outskirts, illya (replaced by going to castle einzbern after hf3)

crosswords and shogi problems: day 4 pm, school > student council, issei (replaced by 'Training camp, approval', when unlocking the training camp)

rider and the sandwich : school day 1 pm, rooftop, rider (replaced by 'sisters' lunch' after rin comes back)

the miyama ghost house, day 1am and day 3am (disappears when you go to the twin house)

shin-chan and the sea : day 4am, harbor, shinji (replaced by 'Big trouble! [...]' when you unlock hanfuda)

Execution appreciated : night alone at church (after getting killed by bazett with saber but before defeating bazett)

spider ladder: last night go out for a walk, (after talking to illya but before caren 5)

ok that's 9 scenes. my point stands)

Anyway if i wasn't morally and ethically opposed to google i would put those spreadsheet online for others to use.

Plus do not try to read everything available before progressing through the story. it's inefficient and ends up feeling like a chore. just read it in whatever order you want.

Or ask me from the reading order i decided on. i've got spreadsheets.

ETA : oh wait i forgot "Horn (no echo)" : afternoon, harbor, lancer, asking him for help without having found the earring. 10 scenes.

[dot-mirror]

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[doctorho]

this one is for eveyone who needs some extra love around these times.

Viktor knows better than he'd like that life isn't always...pretty. Or simple, or easy, or fair. No matter how hard most of Piltover seemed to pretend that there was something magical in the midwinter turnpoint that made everyone suddenly forget the suffering and misery and the complexities of real-life situations, he knows that's not the case.

Which is why he doesn't ask stupid questions when you stay at the Academy over winter break. He doesn’t pry; he doesn’t need to. It's evident enough in the way you preoccupy yourself with work that it's something you'd rather not discuss. You're focusing harder than usual, and he's familiar enough with what that precarious, tight-knuckle grip on being okay.

And Viktor?

Well. Viktor's more than happy to be a distraction.

When he gets to the lab, mid-morning, you're already there. He's not exactly surprised; he'd anticipated this. Maybe even hoped for it. He'd worked with you for a while now and grown exponentially more attached to your company - not that he'd told you the extent of his affections. But he'd get to that. Hopefully.

He came prepared with two warm drinks and still-steaming pastries, and he silently starts unloading those to the common desk that had been designated as the makeshift kitchen of the room.

"Good morning," he says casually, "I brought breakfast." He thinks of adding if you want some, but upon reflection, doesn't. There's a fine line between respecting someone's free will and pushing them to make good choices, and he's currently erring hard to the side of I don't know if you've eaten anything yet today but you definitely should.

You only hum in response, not lifting your eyes off your current project.

In response to this, he hums back and tilts his head, studies the organized mess on your desk; circuit boards, either half-assembled or half-taken apart, he's not sure, stripped wires, a steaming soldering iron. Your hands, shaking a little.

He places the drink intended for you on your desk, just annoyingly out-of-reach, and waits for you to look up.

"When was the last time you ate something?" he asks, holding up the pastry now that he has your attention.

"Why does that matter?" you ask, reaching for the takeaway cup on the edge of your desk. Viktor leans the handle of his cane to block your reach, which makes you look up at him. Properly.

"Just trying to determine if I should make you take a lunch break while I'm bothering you, or if the pastry will suffice."

He lifts his eyebrows, waiting for you to answer.

You shift in your seat. He can hear your back crack in several places, and not in the pleasant type of way.

"Last night," you answer, leaning back with a sigh, then quietly add, "I think."

Viktor reaches over to turn off your soldering iron. "Lunchbreak it is, then. These can be dessert."

"I'm fine-" you start, and he lifts an eyebrow.

"I don't believe you," he says, completely casually, "I think you're pushing through low blood sugar to get this-" he gestures towards the desk, "finished, and I can tell you it's much easier to make mistakes when you aren't thinking clearly."

When you're quiet, he continues, picking up your coat and offering it to you. "You can trust me on this," he says, "I have more than enough experience."

You take a deep breath and sigh it out, feeling somewhat like a toddler.

"I promise you can go right back to poking at this later." He adds, and you slowly take the jacket from him.

"Good," he says, "I know a place."

It's a careful dance, and he knows this; he doesn’t want to push you. But he's been there, and he doesn’t want you to suffer more than absolutely necessary. And he really does know a place.

He re-packs the drinks and the pastries, and you follow him to a nearby cafe-and-drink-cart that's serving small steaming dishes outside. They're serving small steaming cups of - stew? Soup? And warm bread filled with different things, and you hadn't really noticed it before, but now that you were looking at - and smelling - the food, you were starving.

By the time you've registered the selection, he's already ordered for the both of you, and then the guy at the cart is offering you a brown paper bag and Viktor is moving again, and you take a few hurried steps to catch up with him.

"Where are we going?"

You can see him smile before he answers.

"Well," he says, "I was thinking we could take advantage of the great hall being empty, and eat there." He turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised, "I can only imagine how displeased the Academy Staff would be if we risked dirtying their marble floors with common food."

"Oh, really, you can only imagine?"

He shrugs, grinning. "Are you insinuating I have experience with matters such as these?"

"Yes," you answer, opening the paper bag to study its contents while you walked.

He hums in answer. "I am shocked by your accusations." He says, then, clearly fighting a smile, "I would never get caught breaking such a boring rule."

You smile now, too. "Right," you answer, "only the interesting ones."

The way he glances at you and smiles is more than enough of a response.

He stops at one of the long tables at the grand hall, and as he shrugs off his jacket and sits down, you place down the paper bag and do the same. He starts unpacking the contents of the bag, focused, placing down steaming bowls with a spicy scent to them, paper-covered wraps of something, utensils, and smaller bowls of... something colorful. Spices? Toppings?

Viktor opens the containers one by one, making the contents of the single takeaway bag look like a pretty impressive feast.

And you study him as he moves. Careful, confident in his movements, calm. While your insides felt like they were trying to hide, and had felt like that for... a good while now, he was calm like any other day. A rock-solid presence in the otherwise empty room.

"Are you not going to ask me?" you ask, "why I'm working through the winter break."

Viktor's only imminent reaction is the gentle lift of a single eyebrow.

"No," he answers, casually, and it sounds simple when he says it like that.

He meets your eyes, and that feels simple, too; because he is here, too.

It doesn't have to be any more complicated than that. He unwraps a folded paper napkin with careful fingers, and then places a steaming-soft bread in front of you.

You look at him for a moment, and then take a bite of the bread. It is soft and warm and heavenly, and when you taste the stew-soup-something, it's like it warms you down to your soul. You eat in silence; but it feels like there's a gentle bubble of understanding surrounding you.

You hold the warm bowl, and slowly, your hands shake less and less. The tension around your head gives away a little, too.

"Do you like the snow?" Viktor asks, and you follow his gaze out the window.

"I probably shouldn't," he continues, "the cold isn't exactly gentle on me. But it is pretty, I can't deny that."

You hum in answer. "Yeah," you agree with a small sigh, "it is beautiful."

His eyes meet yours, and he tilts his head.

"Do you want to break another rule?" he asks, something michievous curling at the end of his words.

You tilt your head in response. "A more interesting one?"

"Infinitely," he responds with a smile, and you're already on your feet.

And that's how you end up breaking into the roof of the Academy with him. Or, it's probably not technically breaking, since he has the keys, but you definitely aren't supposed to be in there, so that's what it feels like.

It also feels... breathless. And not just because it feels illegal, but it's... it's beautiful, and he holds your hand in the dark stairway and doesn't let go when he guides you to the expanse of the roof, and there's snow floating down all around you-

and for a moment, it feels like you're the only two people in the world, surrounded by a gentle blanket of snow and silence.

Or... not-silence. There is a song softly floating through the air, like it's being reflected in the snowflakes all around you.

And Viktor is offering you a hand.

You furrow your brows as your head catches up with your heart. "Are you asking me to dance?"

"Would you say yes if I was?"

And that was the question, wasn't it;

would you?

Your head tries to butt in with should you, but... something still-soft and light in your heart comes in way too solid with a yes.

Yes, you would.

So you take his hand, and meet him halfway to an embrace. He pulls you close to his chest, and the dance is as gentle as the snowfall around you; just a soft sway from side to side, breathing in sync with the music.

And Viktor isn't sure if this is a good idea, but... you look like you're further away from that edge now, no-longer shaking, and... he hated seeing you in your head that deep, and if he could do anything to help you find your way back to yourself, he'd do that.

It feels a little selfish, this dance, but... it was difficult to justify that when you were in his arms, breathing calm and even.

"I really am fine," you tell him quietly, and he runs a hand up your back slowly. You swallow. "Or I will be, at least."

"I know," he breathes out, and he means it.

You close your eyes, and believe it.

[krisantium]

The unofficial translation from recent Boruto TBV chapter.

The context: Gaara has been seriously injured but luckily, Shinki sealed him so he can't die. He's safe at least for now but Shinki's shinju, Ryu is probably going to target him.

This panel hits me because they both worried about the most important woman in their life who is not even in the scene. Both know their woman, how she will react to the news and how it will affect them. The siblings bond is still so strong even after all these years being apart. My heart sinks thinking the most beautiful, peaceful, normal family in the series have to go through this. I can't imagine how the news about Gaara will break Temari and Shikadai.

Like what I said in my post last month, something bad will happen to this family. We have to try to be ready for that. Everyone's position is at risk. We have yet to see what political move Shikamaru will take regarding the crisis in Suna. And I believe, this new arc will put this family on the front line. I have this scenario of Shikadai being the main character (like his father once in Shippuden). A tragedy will be needed for the new gen's character development. And I am afraid this one will end up being his turnpoint (the talk about that he is only Kankuro away from the Kazekage throne now is also buzzing on X. I'm still not sure the Kazekage Shikadai is possible. The adoption of Shinki surely was made to prevent such conflict from happening but we will see. Nothing is impossible at this point).

[kiyomitakada]

do you have any thoughts about the popular fandom concept that most if not all of light's plans worked out when misa was around, and things IMMEDIATELY began to go downhill (and hit rock bottom) the moment he stopped relying on her? sorry if you've posted about this before!

oooooooooh hmm. i do think things immediately went downhill the moment light stopped relying on her but i'm not sure how much that has to do with misa because near and mello are both viciously intelligent and major threats in their own right, and arguably i think things started going downhill the second he wasn't willing to kill sayu (and personally i really like that as a thematic turnpoint. light yagami’s facade failing because he loves his sister too much is the best thing ever to me)

but i do think relying on mikami and kiyomi went worse than if he kept relying on misa, because both mikami and kiyomi are more… prideful? and also more self-deluding? like kiyomi has more boundaries (she gets mad at light about the cheating, whereas misa never confronts light at all) and threatens to break up with him at least once because she doesn't want to be made a fool of, and the only reason she stays is because she's desperately trying to convince herself that actually he does love her and this is totally the right thing to do and she doesn't get sick every time she murders someone okay wait this is going off topic. anyway. mikami has sort-of-similar issues in that he thinks he and god think the exact same way and he doesn’t need to check in before he starts murdering anyone with a criminal record or more importantly murdering kiyomi, even though light told him not to make his own moves, just because surely light would want him to! surely he is acting in accordance with god, and if he’s not, well, that’s not god anymore!

basically they both have presupposed conceptions about What Light Thinks in order to prop up their own complexes. and misa… while misa tells herself that light loves her, she doesn’t actually need him to act like he does, her self-deception runs that deep. so she’s much better for light strategically; as awful as it is, she requires less effort to maintain. in first arc she also does shit all by herself without consulting light (e.g. showing up to his house, running to yotsuba directly against his orders) but 1) at least she recognizes that he didn’t want her to do that, unlike mikami who thinks of course light really wants him to kill his co-conspirator, and 2) hey it worked out. sort of. + 3) she is much more muted by second arc (quits her job for him instantly when he asks her to!) so this was probably less of an issue anyway.

so yeah, i mostly do agree! i don’t tend to think of it as the main point at which light started losing but i think him giving up misa was objectively stupid as fuck. it’s in character don’t get me wrong, he underestimates misa all the time (shoutout to him asking if misa could impersonate kira on a call to his dad and misa going “yes obviously i’m literally an actress” which doesn’t even address how her impersonating kira was how they met). but it is stupid as fuck. especially since (checks manga) his concern is that they’ll get information from misa, the one person who provably stays silent even under three days of dehydration torture. oh my god. can we kill this guy

[dapper-lil-arts]

This might be a hot take, but I always felt like Rainbow Dash's character arc would've hit a lot better if she hadn't become a Wonderbolt. And it seemed like the writers were setting that up at first in episodes like "Wonderbolt Academy" and Rainbow Falls". If she had failed that written test in "Testing 1,2,3" ( Ever noticed how the writers rarely had her fail or lose at something in her episodes?), we probably would've reached a turning point with her character realizing that her dream of becoming a Wonderbolt was just a dream. Someone on Reddit did an interesting writeup on her and said that her arc would've hit a lot harder if she had either become a solo stunt mare or maybe set up her own performance troupe that accrues it own modest fanbase. What do you think?

honestly, not a bad idea. It'd definitely be the kind of humbling she needed that made her not think she's the best all the time. The show kind of never tells her she's wrong whenever she thinks she's the best, and this would be a big turnpoint, for sure! It would also be quite depressing for her, her dream since she's a kid, brought down like that. I imagine if she tried her best by herself and only after she was humble enough she managed to join the wonderbolts would be pretty damn cathartic, too.

[theonephun211]

Five Nights At Freddy's: Help Wanted VR - Part 6 - Springtrap Causes IRL...

Our biggest episode, and possibly the best yet! Come see @instaquarius and myself suffer at this absolutely chaotic turnpoint in the series!

[masonshine]

Hi Kao!!! I see the Infamous brainrot has you too haha :) Can you tell us more about Salomé? She looks so very cool 🥰 Hope you're doing well!!!

Hello PD! I'm doing good, thank you 💕 Hope you're doing great as well!!

LOL yeah, there's no escaping the Infamous obsession. I played it sometime late April and i haven't been able to think of anything else since lol It's already shaping up to be one of my favourite IFs.

Ahh thank you so much, you're too kind 🥰 Kinda struggled to decide how i wanted Salomé to be and what i wanted for her but i'm satisfied so far with what i came up with. Tho some things are still subject to change and others are in progress.

So sorry in advance because this got long and also for my messy rambling!

Salomé Jackson is her real name, which she also uses as her stage name. I know i want a middle name for her but i still haven't found the perfect one. Her mother is latina with middle eastern roots and her father white american (french and irish origins).

Salomé is the frontwoman of Fatal Flaw. She is an avid reader and was always interested in Greek Mythology so that's the reason she (and Seven) chose that as a name. Plus it just sounded cool lol

Fatal Flaw's an alternative rock band, think The Neighborhood, Willow Smith, Arctic Monkeys, Beabadoobee, L'Arc-en-ciel (a japanese rock band) type of songs. I have not come up with their album or most popular song names yet, although i have some lyrics written down.

Even tho she's really into it because she loves music and singing, she also enjoys being loved and recognized (she's... love starved thanks to her parents, so the celebrity life kinda gives her the love she longs for) and she's working hard to make a name for her band.

Seven is her ex and she's absolutely not over him. The fight and the breakup impacted her BADLY. That was like such a turnpoint in her life. Seven really was her everything; she loved him so much and thought he was her forever, so him not being around anymore completely turned her life upside down. It also increased her abandonment issues which were already there thanks to her parents again, and as such she's become more wary of hurting ppl she loves and actually started trying harder to please everyone, specifically her band members which she considers family.

That's one of the reasons she's been trying her hardest not to make the band about herself, and actually let the others get their shine too. Also one of the reasons she chose to share the bus with Soft Violence, for Rowan's sake (the other reason being her somehow still wanting to be in Seven's vicinity even tho that would do nothing but hurt her). I don't wanna call her a ppl pleaser per se but...

Salomé also has a crush on her role model Griffin Reign. It's just an innocent (for now) crush one might get on their fav celebrity. Absolutely no worries of it becoming smth more, not at all. It would be wrong... and well, she just could never like him that way (lies).

Salomé smokes, drinks and does drugs. I wouldn't say she's addicted to any of the three but her using depends on her mood. It did increase after her breakup with Seven (tho she only got into drugs after it) but she's been trying to pace herself lately with her participation in BOTB. She needs to be responsible about it and doesn't wanna screw things up for her band.

So this is basically it? Maybe i forgot smth important? Anyway if you wanna know anything, don't hesitate to ask 😊

[fikarot]

We need IVE'S tarot reading for their usa promotion ?please if you re okay about that

(^.^)💬

"IVE is planned to make their American debut through Kakao Entertainment America (a new partnership between Kakao and Columbia Records)."

Kakao write there are others subiritary companies get us promotion and global also iu world tour maybe...or tbz

https://twitter.com/Jeff__Benjamin/status/1639060737761918977?s=20

https://twitter.com/kchartsmaster/status/1639063404378988544?s=20

— ive usa (and apparently north america) promotions: treatment and their activities there

disclaimer: i don’t have much knowledge to ive. my readings might be inaccurate because of changing energies and misinterpretation.

27.03.2023, 00:23 eest;;

[treatment] three of wands, king of pentacles, ace of cups, two of swords rx, knight of swords, judgement, death • the world •

they will definitely travel a lot! they will earn a lot! they will have great time! however, there might also be mismanagement/mistreatment who will definitely be talked about if there is any. overall, a turnpoint for ive.

[activities] the lovers, two of wands, knave of wands, the magician, devil • three of swords rx •

there’s desicion that has to be taken. when it’s decided, their activities will do wonders! however.. they might get messed up..

+ will kakao do similar promotions to other artists under their sublabels? – the star • strength •

oh, yes, they will!

[shoresoftheshadowlands]

I have a plushy that I've had since I was extremely young. I wasn't a baby, but I was in early grade school approaching middle (Under 11, but older than 8 years old if I had to guesstimate). It's a fuzzy horse, the tag said its name was Jackson and I sorta kept the name. I think it was bought for me at a payless or a pre-rename big-lots store.

From the day it was purchased to this day it has been in my bed, and been used as a half pillow for my neck and shoulder (The horses neck and back matched perfectly and I'm legitimately not able to sleep without it in that spot now).

Now one would assume that this plushy is a comfort object and you would be RIGHT. As an adult with autism it might be a little embarrassing to admit it but if someone ever did anything to or stole Jackson from me, there would be a wrath the likes no one has ever seen. I would probably drive myself to ruin to get it back.

You see, not only is this plushy sentimental to me because it was a gift and I've had it essentially my whole life, through the worst times I can remember, and the best times too,....But it did, at one time, save my life. And I mean that very, very literally.

In highschool we had the usual 'spirit week' and one of those days was 'bring a plushy to school' day. Typical fare, Jackson was a sure favorite so I brought him with me.

I didn't actually get to show him off that day, and I don't believe I participated in any other themed day that year because at the mid point of the day, while standing at the top of the stairs about to go down to my Starmaker choir class, a group of three underclassman (younger students, my school was an Arts school that covered 7th-12th grade) came up behind me and pushed me.

Now, that alone is terrifying enough, but this building that the school was in used to be a military training building. The stairs were each like double height and had a turnpoint to the ground floor half way down. I know for sure that their folks had put them up to it. Not a week before, my mother's office had been trashed and torn apart because as the president of the board of directors, she was for some reason a target for the stupid shit the principal and her son the vice principal were asking the board to include in the like...overview / rules? general school stuff. (Like dresscodes and the like). It didn't matter that my mother didn't really particularly agree with a number of the things on it, the people who owned the charter school basically dictated what they wanted. It was a whole complicated mess and it's been like eighteen years since then so some details are fuzzy.

Regardless, these three lil shits pushed me at the top of the stairs and I went down like a ton of bricks. I don't know what they expected was going to happen, but when I was falling, my large rolling backpack flipped over my head and landed in front of me, and me and this packpack rolled head over ass down the rest of the stairs, fucking up my shoulders and hips (I developed a persistant to this day chronic pain in these areas). When I'd come to a stop, my head and neck were mashed into my backpack and I wasn't moving. I think it was at this point that the three dingdongs realized that what they'd done may have killed me and that they hadn't thought it through very well and with this new terror in mind they BOLTED. I'd only seen them for split seconds as I fell, it's the only way I know there were three of them. I don't know which of them did the actual pushing, and I never found out because NO ONE ever found who these kids were because there were no cameras!

Regardless, when someone did find me because eventually other students came out of their classes (One actually knew I was at school and didn't show up in the next class and since I wasn't one to cut class, she came to find me).

The only thing that stopped my neck from breaking was the plushy in my bag. I'd landed on something soft instead of the hard backed backpack, textbooks and wall. I was still hurt pretty bad, but I'm very sure it would have been worse had it not been for my little plush horse that I've had for almost thirty years.

I know that I will never part with this plushy. I'd go through hell or a burning house to get it if I had to. It's going to be with me the rest of my life.

sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute

[postcambrian]

the fact that gordy’s home sequence is followed directly by the star lasso experience sequence. storytelling. nauseating. 

[director-sherlock]

[pt 2] As for the lore? here's as much as I could physically condense down:

He started his own timeline of events around his 20s, being a pretty normal dude growing up in Russia, around the tail end of the Cold War. His family were of the few who mostly felt the economic impact, and he grew up in a relatively poor household, but he still had a decent childhood. He eventually fled home on pure impulse to America, smuggling himself onto a commercial ship, to further an education for himself. This was mostly from his uncle telling him that America was the place for scientists, instilling those kinds of thoughts onto a young and impressionable Metheus early on. Yes, he grew up pretty sheltered. Once he landed, he had a really tough time adjusting, having to take a few years to learn English and settle into a Literally Brand New World for him. After this time, he got insanely lucky and scored a gig at a shady research facility, and he had No Clue what he was getting into. The facility was stationed in a remote location in Pennsylvania. The place was shady as hell, but surprisingly high budget. He got his position and absolutely STORMED through the ranks, being tasked with the research and furtherment of understanding for a massive tumor on the Earth that had gotten not much more than an alias of "The Cancer." [imaginative, i know T^T] His boss hated him through the entirety of his career and actively found ways to try to sabotage him, including but not limited to: sabotage, blackmail, framing, and Straight up stealing his life's work and findings. There was also murder of loved ones just to blackmail him further. He met his fiance-but-almost-husband at the same place he worked [but Eran's story is for later, the important thing is yes, they're connected]. During his research, at around 38 -42 ish, fuzzy on when, the big ass earth tumor had granted him permanent immortality, rendering him legitimately unkillable by any means.

He's about as close to godhood as he could be, but there was one funny snag in this plan of whatever nebulous power had granted him this: There was a massive language barrier between Metheus and the tumor, and Metheus never knew what the thing was trying to say to him. He never knew about the immortality until much later in his life span. He also never even knew anything was wrong, just knew that it tried to speak to him, and promptly wrote that down as one of his biggest breakthroughs. After this, though, his life torpedoes into a whole clusterfuck, which i'm keeping brief for the sake of things. His boss got so pissed that he was basically unsinkable career wise, and he just was continuing like it was nothing despite the massive psychological scars they tried to inflict on him and concocted a cartoonishly evil plan.

His boss decides that using their own child for a sacrifice to the Tumor Thing is a totally normal thing to do [worth noting that yes, the tumor does cause some people to lose a lot of themselves and their senses if it can manage to speak to it, but Metheus lacks that "turnpoint" conversation, so he never lost his mind working at this place. Yes, it's a hivemind cult entity, no I haven't yet made stuff for it.] His boss then tells Metheus, "I'll actually sink your career and land you in prison if you don't sacrifice this kid" to which a perfectly sane Metheus tries to say "Hell no that's batshit insane i have morals" but then got blackmailed and manipulated to do it anyway. [With all the great "but this could save the world" with a ton of made up shit from his boss about how they Totally Have A Plan And It Requires This Human Child Sacrifice] During the entire process, with Metheus battling the sheer guilt and regret from already having to do this, trying to flounder just enough the whole thing gets called off and he could save the kid and run away from all the comically evil things that are being planned, but his boss decides to take over the whole operation and make Metheus watch. Cue a massive whole traumatic scene and all, and the building collapsing in on him, and him waking up a few days later in a daze. He manages to get to the elevator, the only thing that wasn't reduced to a pile of debris, and finds out the whole building is just fucked. Everyone he once knew was dead, and he assumed his husband was too. He walked for long enough to find a car, drove in a beeline towards anywhere that wasn't where he was, and ended up in New York, where he promptly passed out from pure exhaustion in the middle of a supermarket. The rest of his time was mostly spent floundering and living life as far under the radar as he could in New York, mostly homeless and constantly adapting to survive. He managed to find some type of place to stay, and works odd jobs for a landlord. Not his ideal, but he's just happy there's somewhere where he gets paid room and board. He also works for a hospital and their clinical trials, due to the complete fucking immunity to death, and that's where he can manage to get a decent paycheck.

First Round: Prometheus Soloveitchik

The first one I start with and the one with somewhat the most about him. He's got it all, a weird progression into OC status, a stolen name from an [I presume] Extremely obscure mobile game character, and one of the first OCs I spent the most of 2024 writing and to this day reworking slowly until now, where I was happier with how he is. And there's a Lot to cover. Like, he was the only one to get his lore written down, and it ended up in 5 pages of a story. This might just end up as a chain of posts, actually. For archival purposes and whatnot. So, let's just start there. First tidbit, and first in this timeline of creation: He used to not be a character at all, but rather a plot device in a roleplay. There was a character from an older mobile game I had stolen the look and name of, mostly staying as like a cliff note of a guy [this was purely done cause it was not a public roleplay and was entirely made between friends, and i was a bit lazy at the time and didn't want to craft a brand new character just for a one off event.] His tablet was more plot relevant at the time than Him. [That character was Metheus from Time Defenders, and he inherited the name] So, he used to look exactly like that Metheus from that game, like a body snatch type situation early on in that roleplay [pictured here:]

He then, further on, got more plot relevance in said roleplay, and so I changed and created his new, more recent design to actually make him a character and Not just a guy stolen from somewhere else. [pictured: my art and first concept:]

This wasn't the *first* thing I drew for this newer look, but it was the best "reference" I had that didn't show much [Current Metheus is a character that has a genuine and honest-to-god Hatred for most shirts and refuses to wear anything other than a beat up tank top that's pure cotton, and that's reflected in most of his art.] Now as for the character himself? His whole thing has to be in it's own text post cause I may have hit t he character limit HARD [there's 5 pages to that damn backstory and it is quite hard to condense]

But moving on, The art will be in it's own separate image post soon as well. [pt 1]

[arourallisreborn]

I just think... they could be friends...

[gold-kobold]

🌹for a line you've been dying to share

oh god this one scene i've had like fully done for a long time because i love this one part very specifically, so here you go since it was the first that popped into my head lol

“You’ve got one hell of a mouth on you for a Gumm-Gumm like you.” The troll growled, his target flinching away from the proximity. Knowing it bothered him, he pulled Dictatious closer, till the Conundrum could feel his assailant’s breath as he spoke. He was too busy taunting Dictatious to notice some of the surrounding trolls’ gasping and murmuring in fear as a new arrival cleared a path through them.

Biting back the whimper that tried to escape his throat, Dictatious winced when Galrun tugged him forward again. “You know…” Galrun growled, basking in the smaller troll’s fear with a callous grin, “I bet that I could throw you into The Deep and no one would even notice you were gone-”

A deafening crack shot through the air from the sharp punch sent to Galrun’s jaw, followed by a thud as he hit the floor from the attack. Angered, but disoriented, the troll scrambled back to his feet with a growl at whoever just interrupted him. He started to bark out some angry insult, but took immediate pause when he saw the troll in question.

Angor Rot took a resolute stand in front of Dictatious, glaring down at Galrun with fangs bared in a vicious snarl of his own.

“I would notice.”

[alexiealducsdrawings]

RIP Greg Universe’s Luscious Hair (2013-2019)