Traveling from town to town, this strange merchant braves the desert wasteland to sell their potted plants and flower clippings to those who need a bit of a pick-me-up in their homes and their breathing. Going by ‘Clipper’, the merchant never takes off their mask in front of others and only speaks in sign language.
Inspired by today’s outfit and yesterdays free flowers that I carried home on my back.
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY MOGI PLEASE DON’T DIE ON YOUR CRAZY ROADTRIP BUT PLEASE HAVE A FEW SHOTS FOR ME CAUSE I CAN’T EVER DRINK AND YOU’RE ALREADY DOING IT ANYWAY PLEASE REMEMBER TO DRINK LOTS OF WATER IT HELPS WITH THE HANGOVERS.
Had a bad day at work and this was a wonderful de-stresser. fireflymorgan has been my friend for a few years now, and now she’s off being a badass with rampaige-6 (Who by being there makes me worry so much less because shes always been a bad ass woman)
(kind of a continuation of this old comic, I’m a horrible person. Was gonna do a full comic but work)
Her footsteps were light as her robes trailed behind her. The mice bowed as she passed, the young Tsarina nodding happily in return. Clutched in her hands was a small cake, one she made herself for her husband. Though Lunar didn’t usually celebrate it, the mice had helped Sunny find it’s date according to Earth’s calendar and allowed her to use the kitchen so she could make him a treat.
The room was dark when she entered, the only light coming in from the hall. “Happy Birthday Lunar!” She said happily, holding the cake up. “I made you a cake!”
But there was no response from the Tsar. He sat there quietly at his desk, looking over pictures sprawled in front of him. Sunny frowned. “Lunar?”