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oh i’ve been posting instagram stories instead of regular instagram posts but that means they don’t come over here. whoops.
today’s adventures consisted mostly of me bitching about the snow, and discovering that i can record a video without stopping music playback from my phone, so get ready for everything to have soundtracks and stupid applied emojis because there is nothing else good in this world. (that’s not true)
in other news i haven’t written a word in ages, and am stuck on the solarpunk novel because I don’t like any of the characters except for the woolly mammoth, who is named Edurni and is fucking awesome.
She’s in her late teens or early twenties, just around first breeding age, and she’s a daughter of a pretty important matriarch, which kind of makes her a princess. As such she’s solemnly aware of her duties, but she also just wants to see the human city, and when she gets there, among other things, she finds a fountain that has carved statues of people and animals, and wades right into it to touch the carved mammoth all over with her trunk, not because she’s confused but because she’s so pumped about the idea of 3-D art, which is something she can interact with a lot better than the 2-D stuff she can’t see all that well.
She also has a habit of touching people with her trunk mid-conversation, which is a super normal mammoth thing to do, and it’s easy enough for the humans to get used to except that once she considers them friends, this extends to touching their genitals too because that’s also how mammoths do and it’s not weird or sexual to do that, it’s just a kind of normal friendly thing to do as a way of monitoring someone’s mood and reassuring them that you care and such, and she keeps forgetting it’s weird for humans.
She also likes to keep up a constant running commentary in subsonic vocalizations that the humans can’t hear but some of them can feel, only they don’t know that’s what they’re feeling, they’re just real uneasy and don’t know why. She knows they can’t hear it, but it’s funny anyway, at least to her.
Anyway I’m prepared to write a whole novel about her but I don’t care about any of the humans, which is a problem, since I was planning on it being from their POV.
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oh i’ve been posting instagram stories instead of regular instagram posts but that means they don’t come over here. whoops.
today’s adventures consisted mostly of me bitching about the snow, and discovering that i can record a video without stopping music playback from my phone, so get ready for everything to have soundtracks and stupid applied emojis because there is nothing else good in this world. (that’s not true)
in other news i haven’t written a word in ages, and am stuck on the solarpunk novel because I don’t like any of the characters except for the woolly mammoth, who is named Edurni and is fucking awesome.
She’s in her late teens or early twenties, just around first breeding age, and she’s a daughter of a pretty important matriarch, which kind of makes her a princess. As such she’s solemnly aware of her duties, but she also just wants to see the human city, and when she gets there, among other things, she finds a fountain that has carved statues of people and animals, and wades right into it to touch the carved mammoth all over with her trunk, not because she’s confused but because she’s so pumped about the idea of 3-D art, which is something she can interact with a lot better than the 2-D stuff she can’t see all that well.
She also has a habit of touching people with her trunk mid-conversation, which is a super normal mammoth thing to do, and it’s easy enough for the humans to get used to except that once she considers them friends, this extends to touching their genitals too because that’s also how mammoths do and it’s not weird or sexual to do that, it’s just a kind of normal friendly thing to do as a way of monitoring someone’s mood and reassuring them that you care and such, and she keeps forgetting it’s weird for humans.
She also likes to keep up a constant running commentary in subsonic vocalizations that the humans can’t hear but some of them can feel, only they don’t know that’s what they’re feeling, they’re just real uneasy and don’t know why. She knows they can’t hear it, but it’s funny anyway, at least to her.
Anyway I’m prepared to write a whole novel about her but I don’t care about any of the humans, which is a problem, since I was planning on it being from their POV.
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