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Battlescars.

They never heal.

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For our lovely supporter Yago as an experimental portrait of his monster bird character. : )

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‘‘Overthrown commander‘‘

The Fyrin are attacking!!

Jokes aside; the commander is visiting an education center for young Fyrin on a station. It’s basically like a kindergarten but for… well, Fyrin. It just so happened that they found great interest in her uniform when she sat down, bringing them some stuff to play with. Maybe it was the shininess, maybe the familiar smell of another Fyrin (crew member of hers). Some steal her warmth. Some others her heart.

Enjoy.

(Only took an eternity to make)

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Tiny goblet. Screamer.

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New monthly collection is out with a bunch of doodles and WiPs. :)

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Osocran lore art post time! :) They received a bit of a design „upgrade“ to look less dinosaur and more alien. Woo

Their eyes are also special. More about that will be available on our website as a lore post.

And a bonus sketch because I love ya‘ll. <3

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Just make sure to clean it every once in a while.

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Unfortunate fella.

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She’s shrimply an angry German. Most of the time.

Questions can be asked on our Discord

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I wanted to give Eight more ways to express herself inside her exosuit, and what better method than expressive colors? Something that’s a universal concept for all (well… most) living things. Her biolumen membrane, which also functions as her 'visor,' has been upgraded to show a range of emotions through dynamic color shifts and subtle movement. It now mimics the kind of eye behavior typically found in any sophont showing facial expressions or pulses of light to indicate what they’re feeling, but filtered through Eight's own human-like patterns of expression. These 'eye' movements aren't automatic. They're driven by Eight herself via her neural link to the Archframe. Since she no longer has expressive eyes, the expressions are based on ‘ghost signals’ - phantom sensations from her brain that are interpreted by the Archframe’s systems/POI. These signals trigger contractions in fine muscle layers within the membrane, creating shapes and directional shifts that resemble eye movement. This allows her to emote in ways that feel familiar to others, even if her face no longer looks completely human, especially inside her suit.

You can now ask questions about the TranSentience setting on our Discord, if you would like your question to be answered in an illustrated AMA. : )

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Rare footage of Eight acting as a blanket for her wedged husband.

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A request

We all know what he’s thinking of.

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La‘vi isn’t amused.

(Pssst. You can use this sticker when joining our worldbuilding project Discord.)

We recently had to make our introduction queue more serious due to bots and scammers flooding our server, so don’t be surprised if you don’t see anything when joining at first. : )

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It’s been a long time since these guys were introduced through a painting - this time around with a fancy biology sheet. : ))

Praise the fish lion people, pet the fish lion people, forfeit all your belongings to the fish lion people.

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We‘re celebrating 20 pages of our worldbuilding comic! Wohooo

The comic will likely be published after the prologue is finished, and new species/character material is published in-between comic pages too. : )

Read ahead on Patreon to follow the adventure:

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Wandering endlessly through the scorched wastelands of a world no man had ever called home, she moved like a ghost - encased in her living shell, part machine, part organism. The land stretched far in every direction, a cracked skin of brown stone and dust, devoid of anything resembling warmth or life.

And yet, there it was.

A single, delicate flower.

Fragile. Small enough to vanish in a blink. But there it stood, rooted between the fractures of broken earth, its petals trembling in the wind.

She slowed, drawn in by the impossible sight. Lowering in front of it, her encased fingers hovered inches away. She didn’t touch it. She didn’t need to.

Memories stirred, ones she hadn’t asked for. Nostalgia overcame her brittle mind.

A childhood garden. A time before transformation. A time before the mission. Before survival became her only goal.

The flower was a miracle. A defiance.

And somehow… a reflection.

“It seems life always finds a way, doesn’t it…” She murmured, her voice hushed and worn.

She looked out over the lifeless flats, then back at the bloom - its will to live carved into its very stem.

“…and so will I.”

She stood once more, filled with confidence.

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