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I AM A MICROWAVE POWERED BY THE SUN

day 2:

swim

That one trend on twitter but with them

smth smth appear at someone's door with a bouquet of roses and try to act romantic while u have no romantic experience or smth like that

theres a pimple under my nose its so itchy URGRHHSHHSH

When you have played too much rain world

"Oh, monna gi! I do not see many of your kind here, and I'm here from a neighboring settlement. My title is "The Chronicler", and I must record that you were here - among the many other things I must record. First off, what is your name, and second, where are you from, monna gi?"

Marbles stirs, woken up from her half-nap by an unfamiliar voice. Monna gi? She turns to the stranger as her own eyes readjust to the faintly lit shelter corridor.

A tall scavenger woman stands before her, wielding what appears to be a file of paper in one hand. A… ledger? The symbols on her forehead and the little flask tied to a belt suggest that she is a wandering scholar. The quality of the harness that she wears, as well as a string of big shiny pearls on the woman's neck make Marbles think she must be an important person. You do not often see scavengers don such expensive clothing.

Chronicler smiles and repeats her question to Marbles, who is still a bit disoriented. "Ah, I apologize for interrupting your nap, but I’d like to ask you a couple of questions before everyone goes to their sleeping cells for hibernation. May I know your name?"

Monna gi means "blue one" in Yoŋasabi, the native language of slugcats. Marbles is transfixed. Her familial name is Blue, but last time anyone has called her that… it was a very, very long time ago. Must be a coincidence, surely. Her own fur is of blue tint. The slugcat nods at Chronicler, letting her know the question was heard and accepted.

"Sorry, sorry. My name… Marbles. Maban. Like… how do I translate this into scav language? Small round stone, but shiny, see-through."

The Chronicler settles down and opens her ledger. "I see, I see. What a lovely name. What about your place of origin? Have you travelled far?" the scavenger's voice is gentle and warm, as if she's talking to an old friend. In the paper-filled folder there are rows upon rows of handwritten glyphs in a language Marbles does not fully recognise.

Truly, the odds of meeting two scavengers with even a rudimentary knowledge of scuglang is unheard of. Marbles blinks, trying to bring her distracted mind back to earth. She takes a minute before uttering "...I'm, I'm from here, actually. Came back to visit my old home".

"Oh, really?" Chronicler replies enthusiastically. "That's so sweet. But please be careful around these areas. There are a lot more vultures and lizards now. Many tribes have designated patrols to spot dangers and dispatch hunting teams. They are likely to stop you and question you, simply because this is strictly scavenger territory. The main routes are safe, though. You will know, because they are marked with white and blue glyphs. I would suggest sticking to the main roads for as long as you can" she finishes writing something down in her ledger, then scoops it up.

"Thank you kindly, mahin. This will do. Have a good rest tonight!"

// The Chronicler belongs to @kcdodger

Hello people that follow me! My art device is currently unusable and my mentalheath hasn't been the best lately so I won't be posting much art. Expect a return of the doodles in a month or so.

Saint as a furby..?

I usually post art at about 5 am (in my timezone), but ehh, I'll post this a bit earlier.

In honor of Dream BBQ'S release, I made an ENA oc!

Meet my bois Bah (Pink) and Nex (Yellow), they're simmilar to Hoarder Alex, they like collecting (stealing) interesting objects.

If ENA was to encounter them, they'd ask her to bring them something interesting, not really specifying what. Depending on what she brings and how pleased they are with it they'd give her something in return.

(Addin this-) They're curious creatures, not intentionally ill natured they just don't realize the consequences of their actions. While chatting with ENA they might try to take things from her, poke at her hat, grab a limb, ect.

If they did take an item from ENA, maybe her phone or something, she'd have to give them an item in return to get it back.