I might have said this before but the nature of the iterator’s very existence is honestly horrifying. They do not die easily, and that is an understatement. Even in submerged superstructure, as the rain approaches, Moon’s siren still wails, with no one to alert but herself of her impending fate. A siren, crushed beneath hundreds of millions of pounds of water and metal, is still functional, screaming for no one. In the Saint campaign, parts of Pebbles’ structure are still active, producing steam and heat deep within despite being mangled beyond recognition, despite being fucking eaten alive. Do you think Sliver endured the same? No Significant Harassment? Suns? Chasing Wind? Without proper maintenance, it’s inevitable, and all they can do is sit idly and listen to their structures creak and groan, wondering when they’ll come crashing down.

An iterator’s death is not swift, it is agonizing, a drawn out whimper, a last punishment for daring to defy their creators. They weren’t designed to transcend, and it drives them mad.

tf you mean i was better at managing my emotions as a child

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Can has rivulet but fluffy?

Gabriel Gabriel

this was a hit tweet on bird app so might as well post it here too

the apostate of homo am i right guys

my speedrunning wife

A friend wanted me to draw this

can our dogs play together

I just needed to draw Gabriel being uh... yea

My boyfriend made these he wanted to share them with the world

How Sliver really perished

Soil enjoyers

days one AND two wowie !!

voice/dance for these two.

day two definitely isnt something ive drawn prior to this and never posted. the rest of them r going to be in pencil thank you