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✶ left arm of life — black dresses

By all means, an iterator should not have a soul. They are supercomputers made to solve a problem or fill a niche and little else. But what if they did, and said souls were liquidated when the machine itself failed?

concepting. dont mind the dead scav in the bottom left

Born in the frigid mountaintops of the Cranium, Magnolia has much to hide and much to lose. Born with overactive thunder abilities, he obscures it all in his work as one of his colony's medics. He keeps himself in a near unending cycle of work and meditation, lest he risk unleashing his inner storm.

Made a side character for a fic I'm writing with @svnkssr. I didn't expect to like him this much! Give this poor guy a melatonin and paid time off

Permafrost

This was actually meant to be relatively small art for the rw fic I'm writing...oops? Ahhg! I love these two so, so dearly even if I know what happens.

Heaven (left, they/she) and Magnolia (right, he) on a nice stroll through The Cranium's lesser Underbelly!