#ever changing fates

I really like these doodles of him

:eyes back:

you have blessed me by giving me the opportunity to ramble about these little idiots thank you very much >:D

claps hands together

So!

The lore of Ever Changing Fates is a total mess rn but it's very fun to just kind of mess with

I kinda like throwing ideas out there and just bouncing off people and seeing what they come up with lmao

The general deal is:

Fates is a newer generation iterator, probably around the same age as Pebbles. Long after the Ancients vanished, he kind of just went.

"Fuck it. Fuck all of this, I hate all of this. I hate being in a damn cage, look at that weird little cat. It looks happy. Why can't that be me? I wanna be a carefree little creature. >:(" (but in a more lighthearted joking way, as he always is.)

And then immediately proceeded to hatch the most unhinged plan and experimentation process ever.

As a result, his local group......... wasn't impressed. (I will detail more about his group later!)

He did not take the discouragement and lack of support well, and ended up isolating himself to continue his work without their constant messages trying to convince him to stop.

This totally didn't have lasting affects. Totally.

He succeeded, he managed to make alterations like the ear-like antennae casing (used to protect the fragile antennae, as well as used for communication and bonding with the scugs), and the tail (for storage of neurons and whatever else he may need).

Those went well. The removal from his can...... less so. (I do have some rough sketches of it, but I may leave it as a little surprise if I ever get around to writing a comic or little drawings as responses to asks maybe?)

Needless to say, as energetic and bouncy as this little guy is, he has some secrets he's hiding. And he probably needs to rest and take care of himself far more than he would like to admit

Lucky for him, he has his two scugs to take care of him!

They were originally designed as messengers, both with skills based on stealth to allow them to travel back and forth without having to worry about fighting predators much.

The white scug, inspired by white lizards, was created first; though after an injury, Fates created another to help; the black scug.

After seeing how dangerous the path was, he designed the black scug after a mole lizard to help it work best in a new path through the darker regions of his local area, which seemed to be less inhabited. It worked well!

And, after detaching from his can, the two sort of just became guards for him.

(They don't have names yet, but I'm slowly working on it!! Suggestions are totally welcome lol. I'm thinking "Light Refracted, Countless Hues" for the white scug? Not sure for the black scug though)

Aaand not only that, but there is another companion who joins Fates on his adventures!

So this is Silent Observation (a prototype design of them at the moment), an iterator oc my friend actually made!

For some info on them, Silent is an iterator who was not part of Fates' group, but a neighbouring one. Fates stumbled upon their can, and managed to convince them to join him. Silent isn't great at resisting curiosity.

Silent is an interesting little character, who is almost always mute after their vocal systems were damaged by a group of scavengers who tried to take over their can. Silent often uses overseers to communicate simple messages, and can still make little beeps and humming noises, but not much else. They CAN talk, and

sometimes do, though it is quite painful and tends to break and skip over itself. So, they usually let chatty Fates do the talking.

And yes. Gay robots. They're lovers and we've dubbed their little ship name as clairvoyance (yknow, perceiving (observing) the future (fate)? credit to my friend for that great name idea!)

So yeah, after Fates vanished, chaos ensued— is he dead? Is he alive? Is he hurt? Where is he???

And then the sightings began. Clusters of slugcats, rushing by. One always slightly taller than the rest, built slightly differently—with garments, clothing. Purple, in green robes.

It couldn't be...

Yeah, he became a cryptid. The talk of the town, if you will. I'm sure Unparalelled Innocence was LOVING the gossip.

Especially when reports of a second creature joined; antennae, familiar robes, familiar markings.

Imagine someone suddenly sprouts wings, teaches one other person to sprout wings, and then starts flying around in front of you.

Naturally, absolute chaos. It was like Sliver of Straw's death all over again—but instead of it being about death, ascension, it was about the opposite. Life, descension, yet freedom.

Groups were divided; Those who believed it was them, and they had found a way to free themselves. Those who did not believe it was them, but it was something to be concerned about, to investigate. And those who did not believe it was anything of note at all.

(Note: this is set in a sort of AU where they find a way to slow Pebbles' rot, to stabilize Moon to a certain degree, and the group is talking again but still. Not doing the best, panicking and trying to find ways to help the two. Fates' big background-event could be the lightbulb above one of their heads to suggest the idea of tearing Pebbles and Moon from their cans to save them from their own dying bodies. Thanks, Fates lol

This AU doesn't focus on the main group much, more just my OCs. However the idea of them interacting is very fun, and I'm sure Fates' actions reach back to the main group and begin an off-the-string streak or at least have some kind of big effects lmao)

Oooh, this is a fun ask! Ironically that actually WAS Fates' original concept! He was going to have encountered Spearmaster and took inspiration from it's needles, creating his own so he could have a weird little digestive system situation going.

I didn't end up sticking with that because it just felt like an iterator in Spearmaster cosplay, so... Well, now he's just a furry lmao

Instead of using food to keep him fueled, he keeps his neurons with him in order to keep him powered! I imagine it's sort of a Bluetooth system, like how Moon has her neurons just floating above her head.

But when you live in the wild, you need to protect those babies better. Soooo

His big ol tail? Totally hollow. Useful for balance and such, but also for storage of BUGS.

Technically he would be fine if he had them flying around, but we know how tempting they are for scugs, just imagine every little creature out there chewing on this guy's braincells.

However, the idea of him with a mouth,,, Is very cute I can't deny. After seeing @csavii 's iterators with mouths idea, I decided to mess around while I was doodling

He would probably like blue fruit. Man is NOT squeamish like ya girl Moon he loves them bugs. (If he didn't know any better he would try to eat his own neurons. He's so stupid <3)

But yeah, I feel like if Fates had had more support and encouragement for his project, he would have incorporated a mouth and a whole digestive system to really fit in with the world! He can smell through the vents I always forget to draw on the sides of their jaws, but cannot taste—I'm sure he definitely wants to though. Mans is hungry with no stomach

Hope that answered alright, tldr: poor lad can't eat! how will he hibernate!!

FOLKS. LOOK HOW CUTE THIS IS.

Got a commission from @azrielfiend and I am OBSESSED it is so cute thank you so much for the amazing art!!!

Gonna go sob over how cute this is for 4 more hours KSJDKDH

Ever Changing Fates, Interlaced Mosaics

IM: You’ve been quiet lately, my friend.

IM: Are you alright?

ECF: Yeah, I'm alright

IM: You're not very convincing.

ECF: It's nothing to worry about, Mos

ECF: How has your work been going?

IM: No, no. Not changing the subject. What's wrong?

ECF: Mos...

IM: Spill it.

ECF: ...

ECF: I'm tired of this

IM: Our conversations?

ECF: No! No no no, absolutely not — that’s the one thing keeping me sane right now!

IM: They are?

ECF: Yes! It's…

ECF: I'm sorry. I'm overwhelmed, I must confess.

IM: Overwhelmed?

ECF: With this. With all of this. Cycle by cycle we sit in our cans and do nothing, staring at the same four walls, the ceiling and the floor, of our chambers. How is any being, godlike or not, supposed to maintain even a crumb of sanity in these conditions?

IM: That is why we continue to iterate for the solution. If we don't, then we sit there. It keeps us sane.

ECF: It's just prolonging the inevitable descent into madness. I feel like it's already happening

IM: You've done nothing for cycles, since you declared you no longer cared for The Great Problem. You just need to focus on something; we are iterators, designed to think. Doing nothing is a wish for madness.

ECF: I'm sick of The Great Problem, Interlaced Mosaics. I cannot think about it for another minute

IM: I know. So start a project, something, anything. I can't let my closest friend drive himself to insanity out of stubbornness.

ECF: I'm not stubborn!

IM: Oh, hush, you. You're more stubborn than an Ancient claiming modesty while incapable of fitting through a doorway thanks to their mask.

ECF: Hey!

IM: Plus you never listen, and—

ECF: Alright, alright, I'll listen! I'll start a project. Happy?

IM: Heheh, good.

ECF: You would have just kept going if I didn't cut you off, wouldn't you?

IM: Maybe ~

IM: Can you blame me?

ECF: Ughhhh

ECF: … Thank you, Mos

IM: Of course, Fates. Now go do something, you lazy bag of bolts.

ECF: Gasp! How rude!!