#NOMAD NO MORE (WILLOW)

[impulsivemuses]

Casually wants to introduce my bad girl, post apocalyptic Scrafty OC named Willow to everyone. She's a ex-nomad who got forced to be placed in a family unit, hating humans until she meets the youngest sibling of the gym leader she was assigned to acting as his older sister figure, until the Pokerus virus in the rain started turning humans and Pokemon alike into horrible monsters who are hellbent on creating more of themselves, it's up to Willow to protect Percy to find his older brother who goes missing during the initial outbreak, having to become responsible for the kid and for keeping them both alive.

[shelbeetaylor]

Character Introductions (Part 2)

-> story masterpost

moodboard by @singingslayingsoprano

Genevieve Santira

Most of her life, people have only called her Genevieve, but Evie’s calling her Gena has begun to stick.

Genevieve uses she/her pronouns.

Genevieve is 20 years old at the beginning of the story, and her birthday is on May 16 which would make her a Taurus.

Genevieve is known as the Crown Princess’s maidservant to those outside the palace, but those inside know her as one of Cassandra’s best friends.

Likes: working with her hands like sewing and embroidery, helping her father in the smithy, and taking care of her friends

Dislikes: playing mother to the chaotic individuals she happens to be friends with, her inability to read or write, and Cassandra only when the princess doesn’t listen to her

Genevieve often frequents the taverns of Vale Serine not to drink but to listen to the songs played by the traveling bards. Since she cannot read or write, the lyrics of the nomadic musicians provide her with stories she wouldn’t be able to know of otherwise.

If Genevieve lived in our world, her playlists would probably be filled with songs by artists like Rihanna, Selena Gomez, and SZA.

Genevieve, though quite confident in her ability to perform her job adequately, she struggles a lot with her life at home. Her parents were forced into marriage and out of their village after having her brother--who she hates talking about-- out of wedlock. Genevieve was very young when her brother disappeared, and her home life took a turn for the worse. Now she relies on her time away at work and the adventures Cassandra drags her on to grant her reprieve.

Face Claim: Angel Coulby as Guinevere in BBC Merlin

moodboard by @singingslayingsoprano

Wesley Moonbourne

A lot of people often refer to him as Wesley, but Evie has deemed it more appropriate to call him Wes.

Wesley uses he/him pronouns.

Wesley is 20 years old at the beginning of the story, and his birthday is on October 14 which would make him a Libra.

Currently, Wesley holds no official title, but by training in Vale Serine under the instruction of Theo he hopes to earn himself a spot as one of the knights of Nevernia.

Likes: dogs, hunting, and playing chess

Dislikes: feeling like he doesn’t belong, Evie feeling bad, and being without his dog Ranger

Wesley grew up in the outskirts of Bellbury, a city surrounded by farmland, so one of his odd interests is agriculture. Most of his days in Bellbury were spent voluntarily helping around the nearby farms, much to his family’s chagrin. If Wesley wasn’t able to become a knight, his dream would be to move out into the countryside and live on a farm with his animals, his dog Ranger, and the love of his life.

If Wesley lived in our world, he would listen to a variety older music like songs by Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, and The Beatles.

Wesley, having just moved to Vale Serine, is really struggling with trying to fit in. He wants to be accepted by the knights and especially by his idol, his cousin Theo, and he’s trying his best to become friends with them whether it’s by acting cool or sneaking along on their adventures. Hopefully his newfound friendship with Princess Evie will lead him in the right direction.

Face Claim: Noah Beck

moodboard by @singingslayingsoprano

Terran Willows

People usually just call him Terran, but the knights are also partial to Terr-man or giving him briefly-used, more colorful monikers… Sir Enoch’s favorite at the moment is Bog Man.

Terran uses he/him pronouns.

Terran is 20 years old at the beginning of the story, and his birthday is on June 20 which would make him a Gemini.

Terran is currently studying as an apprentice to Galen, the Court Physician, and he has been working under Galen for about five years.

Likes: his mother’s yearly visits, reading, and practicing magic in his room

Dislikes: Galen’s intense exams, getting scared, and Galen’s overprotective rules about magic and going out

In the spirit of helping people, Terran dedicates as much of his time and energy into improving the lives of others. While he is working towards becoming a physician full-time, Terran volunteers around Vale Serine helping those who need it. Sometimes the knights will even tag along to help and protect him, especially if he’s making a trip into places like Serine’s Hope to hand out food, provide free medical care, or distribute clothes.

If Terran lived in our world, he would definitely be a big fan of Maude Latour, but he would listen to mostly folk music like Hozier, Lord Huron, and Noah Kahan.

While Terran is quite proud of who he is as a person, there is still a lot of turmoil inside his head about it. He grew up in the outlying villages of Nevernia where it isn’t uncommon to see friends string up friends for being queer or possessing magic. Terran managed to escape that environment with his secrets intact, but the inner demons spawned in that hell have followed him to the big city, though he’s lucky to have Galen there reminding Terran every so often that he is not a monster for the way he was born.

Face Claim: Colin Morgan as Merlin in BBC Merlin

[outofangband]

🪼 for Edain who remained in East Beleriand, after the Three Houses left for their separate regions?

From this world building ask here!

🪼society, planning hierarchy or roles

These are a collection of fairly random thoughts, I made this world building ask game with the intention to be inspirational rather than strictly adhering to the proms, which is why the collections of words are so big, so I hope this is OK!

So I headcanon that both the houses of Bëor and Hador were seminomadic or more specifically consisted of seminomadic and non-nomadic populations. I’ve talked about it most frequently with the house of Marach, and with how the semi nomadic populations traveled with their horses, and how this was a central aspect of their culture. I bring this up because I think the humans in Eastern Beleriand had a similar structure of nomadic and non nomadic populations. 

There were small settlements in the Ered Luin and in parts of Ossiriand including ones that evolved from small healing camps that were first erected to aid those in groups that became one of the three later houses, but who fell ill or were injured on the journey.

These people were primarily herders, keeping sheep, goats and donkeys*. The Ered Luin contains a wealth of natural resources in clouding, mineral and metal deposits, clay, variety of herbs, and plants and many rivers. Ceramic art, fishing with the use of nets made from reeds and willow fiber, knit wear and masonry developed as crafts that would both serve and innovate their societies, as well as playing important role in their trade.

 There were several populations in this region who engaged in trade with each other, as well as with other groups, but also maintained fairly distinctive cultures, just as the later three houses did as well. I imagine they spoke an earlier form of Taliska, more similar to the first human languages of the East, rather than the Taliska languages spoken by the Hadorians and Bëorians which were related but distinct

Governance varies among the populations; some have family led governance with inherited power, others have more practical or informal structures, or more elaborate governance like the Haladin did (see the Wanderings of Húrin!!)

*donkeys were more equipped for the mountainous terrain , and I headcanon that the house of Bëor had donkeys before that horses 

[storiesbyrhi]

Mean Eddie????? Do tell.

Mean Eddie was this drabble.

Currently, it's 3k. But that was written in one sitting and hasn't been touched in months. Here's a small snippet just for you. Not proofread or anything. I think it has potential, but I'm just submerged in Burning Yarrow.

Love youuuuuu.

An Indianan summer was bearable compared to other places you’d spent time, but the wild grass was making your legs itch and you’d not found the stream your map of Hawkins promised. The sun was high in the sky, burning down on you as you stomped your way through paddocks and wooded areas. All you needed to be able to call it a day was one last plant sighting.

Blue monkshood was becoming rarer, soon to be endangered. If anyone could find it though, it was you.

Working for the Indiana Department of Natural Resources, you spent your time travelling the state to catalogue native and introduced flora. You’d been a bugs and flowers kind of kid growing up, so a semi-nomadic lifestyle where you could list more plant types than friends very much tracked.

A second away from changing direction, you spotted a small flash of blue behind the swinging branches of a black willow tree. “Oh!” you puffed happily. The willow grew along the bank of the promised stream, alongside a patch of monkshood.

Sitting down near them, you pulled your backpack off and fished out the composition book you’d been using for notes. Longitude and latitude. Patch count. A polaroid. It was tranquil as you worked. The wind moved through the trees gently. The stream trickled next to you.

It would be easy to think you had stumbled on a secret little fairyland oasis, if not for the obvious signs of a careless human population. Rusting empty beer cans stuck out from the stream’s mud. The backseat of a car had been ripped out and deposited a little further upriver. And, in an act you considered void of romance, supposed declarations of love were carved into the trunks of trees.  How cruel it was to scar a living thing just to prove a love infinite. No, the blue monkshood wasn’t alone.

Nor, as it were, were you.

He had watched you pop out from the woods on the other side of the field. You’d made your way through it, then down the embankment, only to plonk yourself in the dirt to scribble away in a notebook. He’d stayed silent and still, feeling annoyed to be disturbed, then guilty for being so possessive. All of Hawkins knew about the little make out spot by the willow tree. It was hot property, second only to Skull Rock. Still, he didn’t want to share.

There was a time early in your career you were startled easily, but all the skittish deer and surprise lizards and swooping birds made you tough. When the man stood from where he’d been sitting back to a tree, you glanced over with calm and curiosity. You looked at each other.

He wore ripped jeans tucked into old boots that looked like they’d seen a battle or two. His Metallica t-shirt was a couple of sizes too big for him, but the rings on his hands and chains around his neck drew your attention away from that. They caught the sunlight, glinting like jewels. The man’s hair was long and wavy, knotted curls peeking out from the bottom layer.

The second you opened your mouth to speak, he turned his back and started up a narrow but noticeable manmade path. He disappeared from sight as you frowned. “Rude,” you mumbled to yourself, turning back to your notebook and opening to a new page.

A quickly sketched drawing of the man was missing a lot of details, the few seconds not enough to commit many specifics to memory.  You wrote a line of question marks where the flora species name would normally go. Latitude and longitude: the same as the monkshood. Patch count: one. The sketch took the polaroid’s place. Finally, the notes: scarred, metalhead, rude, beautiful.

[greencheekconure27]

Ideas for a Willow Star Trek AU

(Just the ideas, sorry.I suck at putting words on paper so if anyone wants to pick this up,I'm begging you please do.)

Jade is a half Romulan and half Klingon. She was adopted and raised on Vulcan by commander Ballantine, a Vulcan Starfleet officer and a close friend of Admiral Tanthamore, who found her after a mission to escort some colonists had gone very, very wrong.He does genuinely love her, but has never once told her about what happened back then.Despite knowing about her romulan heritage he raised her as half-Vulcan instead, as he believed things would be easier for her if she didn't know.Nor has he ever told her about a certain exiled Klingon general by the name of K'ael, who may or may not be her biological father.

(K'ael was not a nice guy. He was a charismatic political extremist who had some good points, but also committed many war crimes. Best let his legacy rest)

Jade went to Starfleet academy to follow in her father's footsteps and met Kit there.

Sorsha Tanthalos was born in a colony of descendants of the genetically enhanced supersoldiers of the Eugenics Wars (like Khaan & co) led by her mother Bavmorda.Never quite managing to meet her mother's ideals of "perfection", she ran way and joined Starfleet, making a dazzling career and eventually becoming an admiral.She is known for her diplomatic skills and is often called in for negotiations, though deep down she's tired and really would go back to being an explorer instead, not that she'll ever admit it.Sorsha despises her mother's legacy and everything associated with it, which at times leads her to make some questionable choices.

The Bone Reavers started out as a group of renegade Romulans fleeing from their government, but evolved into a mixed-species tribe of space nomads hanging out on the fringes of colonized space. They got by through trade, hauling cargo, salvage, and other odd jobs, as well as the odd bit of contraband ans space piracy.

At some point in time a newcomer called K' ael took over as their leader.Under him the None Reavers managed to rise considerably in power and wealth (and infamy) by serving as space mercenaries to whomever paid well, eventually allying themselves with an ambitious warlord called Bavmorda.

Unfortunately for them Bavmorda's downfall dragged the Bone Reaver's down as well: due to their indiscriminating attacks on border settlements, as well as Bavmorda's and K'aels atrocities, they became hated by pretty much everyone, making them pariahs and leading them to resort to criminal activities more often than before.

Scorpia is the leader of what remains of the Bone Reavers.She's seeking a home for her people away from the Federation or any other major power.

The Galladoorn is a humanoid alien species (hey, it's star trek) which recently allied themselves with the Federation, though they're not looking to join.They have an empire of their own, and are quite powerful, but appear to be fairly peaceful and benign at first glance.However as the series progresses they will gradually be revealed to have a dark side.

Madmartigan was a captain in the Galladoornish navy.He was court-martialed and formally exiled from all Galladoornish territories for reasons he refuses to discuss.He then joined Starfleet instead, earning the rank of captain incredibly fast, and got put in charge of an spaceship specialising in exploration and first contact much like the Enterprise did. Madmartigan often claimed to be the best captain in the history of Starfleet. The admiralty's opinions on this are ...mixed.

Airk Thaughbaer was Madmartigan's second in command in the Galladoornish navy, who took over his post as captain after his court martial.Last time Mads talked to him he was a vice admiral.Airk was killed soon after.

Madmartigan met Sorsha on a joint Starfleet mission and married her.She was promoted shortly after.They were happy.However about ten years in Madmartigan went MIA during a mission under mysterious circumstances.Sorsha had been the one who suggested him for the mission, and she never quite forgave herself for that.

Thraxus Boorman,the rather traumatized rookie ensign that was accompanying him was found only years later after escaping from a Cardassian prison, nowhere near the last place they were seen.The third member of the away team, Lt. Allagash, was never found and is believed to have been killed in action.Boorman refused to tell anything about what happened and resigned from Starfleet. He pops up on Sorsha's radar occasionally, usually to ask her to bail him out (again).

Willow Ufgood was Madmartigan's second-in-command and chief science officer. He stayed in Starfleet for awhile after Mads disappeared, became a captain, then promptly resigned over a"political disagreement" and returned to his home planet, where he became a renowned professor at a local university.

Kit and Airk joined Starfleet as early as they could, much to Sorsha's chagrin, as she's terrified they'll vanish just like their father.

And then Airk did just that.

Zivian Hastur is the current emperor of Galladoorn. A few years ago, he visited Earth for negotiations, and Kit, Jade and Airk got assigned as tour guides for his son, Prince Graydon.This somehow *accidentally* resulted in Graydon running off to join Starfleet.For diplomatic purposes, as a symbol of cooperation between the two powers, off course ,and definitely not because his father kept suggesting they seal the treaty with a personal union between him and the admiral's daughter.

Graydon joins the search for Airk as a science officer

Jörgen Kase is an experienced captain and Kit and Airk's mentor who gets put in charge of the search party.One last mission before he retires...yup, you've guessed it, he gets killed in the pilot episode.

Ensign Brunhild "Dove" Davids is Airk's girlfriend who asks her commanding officer for "personal time off" and then promptly sneaks aboard the search party's ship as stowaway to go look for Airk. She's a talented medical officer who likes to cook in her spare time. Her file says she was born on earth, but there are some odd discrepancies, and all records of her are a decade old at most.Also both Willow and Sorsha seem to know her even though she's never met them...very weird.

Willow only joined this mission as a last favour to Sorsha and because he's known the twins since their birth and is fond of them.But Kase dies unexpectedly and he's the most experienced officer on board so he's captain now. He is Not happy about this.

Boorman gets pulled out of whatever prison he's landed himself in this time by Sorsha to serve as their guide, being an expert on the area where Airk and his team were last seen.He eventually takes over as the crews navigator/ pilot

Jade is the security officer

Kit is the (somewhat self-proclaimed) second-in-command after the original XO, Silas, gets killed

Kenneth the mudmander is a non-humanoid telepathic alien of a previously unknown species that tried to hijack the ship to escape from slavers. He forms a strong bond with Graydon and eventually takes over as their guide after they leave known space (insert plot convenient wormhole)

Airk switched between divisions (and girlfriends/boyfriends) so often that nobody took him too seriously when he settled for command, claiming to want to become an even better captain than his father was. (he meant it, though).He's a bit of a jack of all trades, and a pretty good engineer, though he doesn't really believe himself to be particularly good at anything.He also gets trapped in holodeck malfunctions A Lot.

@the-grimsqueaker wyd think?

[wickdcreatures]

new verse : d.imention 20 f.antasy h.igh with @unpossession & @bludrite

SALEM: a cleric of deep sashelas and the healer of the group, salem is a sea elf from an oceanic nomadic commune of fisherman and sailors who sailed mighty ships all along the coast of spire. after a nasty disagreement with his father, his mother took him and his younger brother to elmville where they both now attend aguefort adventuring academy, sharing house in richer side of town with other families that also decided to leave.

TABBY: a warlock of vlaakith the lich queen, tabby is a tiefling who's horns started coming in at the tail end of her last year at oakshield middle school. the youngest of four and the only one with horns and a tail, tabby has grown distant and cold to her family, spending more time at basrar's soda fountain then at home.

the so far unnamed adventuring party consisting of salem, tabby, willow (@unpossession), and their ringleader danny (@bludrite). this verse follows their high school career, their adventures and school assignments! go aguefort owlbears! HOOT! GROWL!

[ratsoh-writes]

For the non-swap fell papyruses, what is the thing that most distinguish them from the other versions of him?

For non swap fell, I’m assuming anyone who isn’t a swap or fell.

Papyrus: out of all the papyri, he is the puzzle Master! None of the others are as skilled as he is at solving puzzles, or making them. He also seems to have this skill of just getting along with every one. He doesn’t have any enemies among the other monsters.

Willow: he stands out with not only his baking, but also his kindness mixed in with a scary no-nonsense attitude. Willow is both a bleeding heart and a steel spine.

Sugar: he’s the only one with a kid! Lol. Being a single dad, or a dad in general, is one thing sugar has that none of the others do.

Rhythm: if you’d ask him, his dance skills are what he’d suggest first. But what really makes him stand out is now accepting he is. Rhythm doesn’t care where someone came from or what they do, as long as they’re good to him and his family he’s friendly

Jupiter: he’s pretty similar to a lot of others by being loud, impulsive, and a real brave soul. Jupiter is definitely more judgemental than papyrus but less vengeful then bruiser. He’s not the only outer-papyrus but his au does help him stand out

Rancher: definitely his super strength. He has the strength of a golem monster, which is something all the other skeletons can only dream of

Green: he’s technically not a papyrus at all but is a clone of his “father” gaster. So that’s pretty unique.

Compass: he’s a nomad monster, meaning he’s the only papyrus who can make magic items, but he also can’t make gaster blaster or bone attacks. Or magic attacks in general

Maple: he’s the “shortest” horror at only 7’6 . And he doesn’t have the health problems as the other horror monsters. Not really a flex but it does make him different

Jasper: he’s the youngest papyrus at only 25! And he’s still in college. All the others have established jobs/careers

Crow: he has wings lol.

Cricket: he’s the shortest papyrus and the only one who doesn’t pass 6 feet lol. And he’s an *sshole. That doesn’t really make him different but it’s fun to mention

Vibrato: besides being fabulous, he’s the best singer and a superstar. And he’s the only papyrus who actually owns wigs.

[tafadhali]

Femslash February Rec Set

Love to do a rec set for Femslash February, and I haven't done a general grab bag of one since 2018. So here is some of my favorite stuff I've read and watched since then!

vids

This Hell by januarium (Do Revenge, Eleanor/Drea)

Heart Shaped Box by sisabet (Killing Eve, Eve/Villanelle) ★

Black Tie by such_heights (A League of Their Own, queer community) ★

Now I Can Fly by walkthegale (A League of Their Own, Jo DeLuca-centric)

Melodrama by mithborien (MCU, Gamora/Nebula) ★

I'm a Man by snarkwithasmile (Revolutionary Girl Utena, Utena-centric) ★

Lost on You by periru3 (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Adora/Catra)

If U Seek Amy by elipie (A Simple Favor, Emily/Stephanie)

Bad Guy by AudreyV (Star Trek: Discovery, Burnham/Georgiou)

Become You by ultraviolet_catastrophe (Xena, Xena/various)

Whatever You Like by periru3 (multifandom, be gay do crime) ★

Wherever Is Your Heart by cosmic_llin (multifandom, older wlw)

fic

Eyes Always Seeking by igrockspock (Away, Mei/Lu, 1k)

you can be who you are any day of the week by Sonni89 (Baby-Sitters Club, Mary Anne/Stacey, every member of the BSC comes out to Mary Anne, 8k)

Farm-to-Table, Non-GMO, Responsibly Sourced by impertinence (Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Amy/Rosa, undercover as a couple, 6k)

Let It Bleed by elviswhataguy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Willow, post-canon, 94k)

and you're on the gossip team by palms (DC comics, Babs/Dinah, 6k)

don't tip the boat over (love and devotion) by merriweather (Derry Girls, Clare/Michelle, 15k) ★

i have crawled over town with your hair in my mouth by Princex_N (Dimension 20, Sam & Zelda, background Sam/Penelope, 4k)

i'm an expert, i'm the one by irisnebula (Dimension 20, Fig/Ayda, college AU, 21k)

let the heavens falter by allapplesfall (Dimension 20, Tracker-centric, background Tracker/Kristen, 28k) ★

Starlight by pigflight (Dimension 20, Fig/Ayda, Tangled AU, 15k) ★

the sound of your heart in your head by pigflight (Dimension 20, Adaine & Ayda, Fig/Ayda, 2k)

The Yunk and the Restless by Nomad (Discworld, Polly/Maladict, 3k)

don't know what a slide rule is for by heart_nouveau (Ghostbusters, Patty/Holtzmann, 3k)

The Other Big One by yeahitshowed (Gilmore Girls, Paris/Rory, canon divergence, 3k)

I Think I Just Blacked Out by Telanu (Grace & Frankie, Grace/Frankie, Brianna POV, 7k)

More Than I Have by chainofclovers (Grace & Frankie, Grace/Frankie, 4k) ★

to know even in the deepest sleep that it is you by millerpertuis (Grace & Frankie, Grace/Frankie, 3k) ★

Signature Color by scioscribe (Legally Blonde, Elle/Vivian, Star Trek AU, 5k)

Comes Out Wrong by Sineala (Marvel comics, Jess/Carol, Secret Invasion-era, 2k)

the only place worth being by overnights (Marvel comics, Kate/America, 17k)

the journey is a work of art by GotTheSilver (My So-Called Life, Angela/Rayanne, future!fic, 4k)

An Officer and a Gentleman by cedarboots (Persuasion, Anne/Frederick, trans, 47k) ★

Return Flight by cedarboots (Pride & Prejudice, Eliza/Darcy, trans, 10k)

they say love is a virtue (don't they?) by yasaman (Scholomance, El/Liesl, 3k) ★

I Made Phone Calls with Foreign Coins by out_there (Sports Night, Dana/Natalie, 1k)

Hey Hey You You I Don't Like Your Girlfriend by impertinence (Spy, Raina/Susan, 9k) ★

don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo by firstaudrina (Stranger Things, El/Max, post-S3, 1k)

Girlfriends by thingswithwings (Ted Lasso, Keeley/Rebecca, 1k)

I'll Wear the Red Dress Tonight by leiascully (Ted Lasso, Keeley/Rebecca, 4k)

When It Comes to Nightlife by Muccamukk (Ted Lasso, Keeley/Rebecca, 6k)

Inside the Noise by scioscribe (Thoroughbreds, Amanda/Lily, post-canon, 7k) ★

Five Earth Gifts That Dorothy Brought Home by ErinPtah (Wizard of Oz, Dorothy/Ozma, 5 things, 2k)

the skin you're in by stifledlaughter (Wizard of Oz, Dorothy/Ozma, 6k) ★

[sodapop182]

OC Na’vi avatar is finished!💜🤍

I wanted to make her my favorite color & add some whimsy✨

Name: unknown atm

Tribe: name unknown but they are a nomadic group that travels on large moving islands. They collect different habits, hobbies, skills, crafts and ideologies from all different Na’vi tribes since they are in a constant state of travel. They remain stationary only for chunks of time to meet new people, hunt, gather and learn. Around 300 members in this tribe. The origins of this tribe is unknown but the great story of their people is of a magical island full of great life & creatures. It started to collapse into the sea due to many natural disasters but the resilient Na’vi created a floating city to keep their people alive. Thust creating a floating nomadic tribe that has gone through many changes and stages over the centuries.

Role: Eldest daughter of the chief. Color is an anomaly as her people are of a blue/purple hue, but not as purple as her skin though. She is skilled in song, instruments, dance, arts and battle. She is a master jewelry maker & wood carver. She has a strong connection to all creatures & every element of Pandora..possibly linking her to Eywa..? She is rough around the edges, smart, brave, and loves her family & friends with a burning passion (which sometimes can lead her into trouble). She often teaches lessons to the tribe children through song & dance and is in charge of a swimming school during the early morning hours. Her tattoos of flowers, a shimmerfly & dragon hold meaning behind them. Flowers: great knowledge of the plants of pandora, Shimmerfly: love of flight & freedom, Dragon, snake like in shape: fierceness & knowledge of one’s true meaning in life.

Habit: A bustling “city” like landscape on top of floating islands. Lots of wooden structures to house many families & a grand “market” (where people trade) at the center of the main island. All islands are connected through leather & wood bridges that span great lengths. Each island is rather large but the biggest is the “main” center where her & her family reside. The bridges can be taken apart & stored away or shortened (especially during stormy weather where they need the islands to form one large conglomerate as to not lose one another). Spirit tree is a large willow like structure with roots that span outward under the island and in to the sea. Stands tall & prominent on the main island as a beautiful fixture to behold. The land & sea are major contributors to the way of these people. Swimming in the ocean and climbing in the trees make for a very advanced Na’vi & helps them live long fulfilled lives. They are also are very crafty & specialize in wood carving. Many of their homes are grand structures carved from driftwood & adorned with moss & other bright floral accents. They bond through music & dance, often using music to educate the youth. Jewelry is very bright & colorful, usually worn everyday & in to battle.

Bodies: These Na’vi are shorter & thicker than other tribes. They have adapted to living on a smaller scale due to being on the islands. They store more fat as to help them with long periods of time where they are not in contact with the mainland & sources of more heartier food.

Fauna: These people are familiar with many land and sea animals. Ilu are ridden for quicker access to different islands by adults & teenagers (as shown by the metkayina clan) Many land animals dwell on the islands forests & foliage such as Hexapedes, Shimmyfly, etc. Also some creatures never seen by other Na’vi before. (More to come on that) which were brought on to the islands many centuries ago. Banshee are used for flight to neighboring Na’vi without directly giving away where their island may be a float.

Flora: These Na’vi people love their plants & have a mixture of them on their home. Lots of land trees, flowers and sea dwelling plants live there too (on the underside of the island of course) Many trained Na’vi dive beneath the island to harvest rare fruits and seeds that grow in the water.

Humans?: her people have had contact with humans but it was brief as they did not deem them trust worthy. Shortly after many of her people died including the spiritual leader her mother.

[impulsivemuses]

@strcngered

While coming to this Pokemon outpost wasn't EXACTLY on the 'to-do' list of coming through the city, she needed to make a pit-stop. Her truck is running out of gas and they're running out of food. They had told the Pokemon up front they were only planning to stay for a short while until they needed to hit the road again. Percy wanted to stay here as long as possible, but she had to remind the ten year old that they needed to go to the wastelands.

This outpost... it held mostly Pokemon more then humans. It's sheltered, that's for damn sure. Though she can't be sure whp actually runs things here. It's supposed to be a community of survivors. She wished she could stay here, but she also needed to go back home. Her REAL home.

"Are you sure we can't stay fer a little while, Willow? I'm sure tha' Jeremiah wouldn' mind us stayin' safe for a bit..." Percy tries to protest, only for Willow to sigh trying to keep up her 'brave' facade she's been having lately.

"We can't stay, Perc. We're only here to refuel then leave in the truck again. Sides', these Pokemon are grantin' us passage through the town for a bit till we can figure out houtta get to the wastelands. From wha' ah hear, the city bridges have been shut down, so unless we find anothah way out, we're gonna be stuck here for a while, hun."

"Aw, okay. I actually like sleepin' inna bed fer once." Percy complained lightly, folding his arms as they would come across a variety of Pokemon talking amongst themselves. Percy felt so out of place in this own with only Pokemon here...

[cityandking]

🧱 😱 ✨ 🐺 for dai, minah and anticlea!

thanks dear!! // prompts I'd like to receive

[ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?

DAI — "nothing is more important than the responsibility my faith confers upon me to help others in need." originally his altruism was structured by the tenets of his faith, but he's come to understand that his altruism is his own and faith is just one way to guide it. with or without pelor, with or without tempus, he wants to help people and do good. he was lawful good when the campaign started, but he's shifted to neutral good over time.

MINAH — minah's morals are a little hard to pin down, tbh. she has a deep-seated lack of trust in any authority or organization, so her morality prioritizes the individual over rule of law. her sense of right and wrong is largely based on her moment-to-moment gut instincts in a situation, but tends to be driven primarily by her desire for personal safety and security (financially, physically, mentally, emotionally, etc.) and secondarily by an impulse towards compassion (she'd really really rather not break any fingers). she meant it when she told cian that there's always unfixible things, and she's not particularly interested in fixing them—she tries to keep out of the big-picture politics and ethics, and she's likewise not planning to cut down on the thieving any time soon—but that doesn't mean she can't tip a busker or talk to a half-blind orphan lordling or offer to save a templar's lover from tranquility (as an interrogation tactic, but hey! still an offer). it's the little touches when you desperately need them that matter most. minah is true neutral.

CLEA — clea lives by the old girl scout law of leaving a place better than you found it. she's lived a long time and values heart and courage and kindness and growth. at the root of everything, she's just a gardener. clea is neutral good.

[ 😱 ] does your muse have any specific fears? where did those fears come from?

DAI — he's afraid of deep water. his first death was pretty traumatic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I rolled a couple times during the kaiju arc against panicking while they were underwater but he kept it together (shout out to that high WIS mod). besides that, he's afraid of failing the people he's supposed to be taking care of, which was always there but really kicked in when Izzy died. a lot of things changed for him when Izzy died.

MINAH — she's got a couple, yeah. she's a lil claustrophobic—she can deal with tight spaces, but she needs to be able to access an exit, otherwise she gets panicked about being trapped. a few escapes have gone badly over the years—crammed in some tiny hidey-hole hoping no one notices her, or not quick enough and ending up arrested—and she's afraid of ending up back in a cell

CLEA — her son's memory haunts her—she dreams about him sometimes, when she's not dreamwalking—but mostly she's just grateful to see him. it's the only way he lives on. she's definitely afraid of foresyhte going to the abyss (and then losing him just like everyone else), which is why he won't be going! problem solved.

[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

DAI — shields, the sun, wings, light. wounds/sickness come up pretty often, which makes sense because he's a healer (but *cocks gun*). lava, recently :)

MINAH — I associate her with the tragicomedy masks, and also songbirds. molten gold, a bit. silks (the aerial kind, mostly, but also costumes). the theater, of course. and nomadism—living on the road, horses and caravans, that sort of thing.

CLEA — old trees, shrikes, white winter foxes, snow. furs and beads and silver jewelry. weeping willows and labyrinths and tea and bright embroidery. the way sunlight feels through the trees on a cool day in early spring, a touch of warmth after a long winter.

[ 🐺 ] does your muse like solitude? do they prefer it to being around others? how easily does your muse get lonely?

DAI — definitely (desperately) needs his alone time. he's a true introvert; no matter how much he likes hanging out he simply Has to find some quiet time to rest and recharge. the trip through the storm where they were all crammed together in the tiny hut was one of the worst experiences of his life and he's literally in the abyss right now. he doesn't get lonely easily, in part because he's always had pelor with him—the loneliest he's ever felt, I think, is when his faith was in tatters and he didn't know where to turn.

MINAH — minah likes a little private time to take the mask(s) off, but she gets antsy if she's on her own for too long. even if she's not entertaining, she likes to be in a group—she's an extrovert

CLEA — she gets lonely really easily, actually. back home she was part of a big community, and then when she left she was constantly meeting new people, going new places, traveling with her party. being in selto is nice—she likes the city and she's got friends and plenty to keep her busy—but she never lived alone before. she has a tendency to talk to the plants (and the neighbors) when she's undersocialized. she really does wish forsyhte would visit more often.

[voidedleylines]

FFXIVWrite 2023 Day 7: Noisome

Day 7! In which the WoL visits a place she abandoned long ago...

Enjoy!

Rating: Gen No CWs apply!

“Oh gods,” Horskfyr lets out a grunt, “this smell…”

Freyalin laughs and nods her head as she wipes sweat from her brow, “smells like home,” she muses.

In truth, she had forgotten how…the pungent smell of magma is. Sulfur and just hot heat so in your face it can easily make the eyes water. Thankfully for her however she's formed a good poker face over the years of living by it so she can look cool in front of her baby brother. A thing she finds herself caring about, for whatever reason.

They're almost to their destination and she feels her stomach turn. She hasn't been back here in almost twenty years. She knows it's likely most of the ones here before are no longer. Nomadic creatures, the Hellsguard were, some move on from voidgate to voidgate. Others just grow tired of where they are and set out to find a change of scenery.

A strobe of anger passes through her briefly. Most take their kids with them she thinks.

It certainly wasn't the time to dwell on that now, though, and so she takes a deep breath, choking a little on the putrid air she takes in.

Horskfyr walked ahead and now waits for her at the cave entrance. He looks unbearably nervous and she puts a hand on his face, tapping it lightly. “C’mon, you've been here before,” she says.

“Yeah but that wasn't. I didn't know what it really meant to be here. You…we could’ve spent more time here. Together and we-”

“Didn't get that chance. For reasons out of our control,” she cuts him off.

He opens his mouth to try and say something else but he then closes it giving her wrist a squeeze and a nod, “you're right,” he mutters.

“Always am,” she exclaims as she backs away from him and towards the inside.

Her heart stops a beat when she sees inside. It's all the same. None of the tables or beds have moved in her two decades away. There's also a lot less people. She closes her eyes and does a trick she learned all those years ago. There's no sense of the voidgate. It must've gotten closed by someone…someone able to actually do it.

She walks towards a familiar spot and lets out a surprised yell to see the old woman still there. Sitting cross cross on the floor, mixing herbs and dyes.

The old woman stops her mixing and looks up, her eyes are glossy and a little unfocused. She smiles, “Sharp Willow,” she says aloud. Freyalin goes still, heat rises in her body, and it's not from the climate. “It has been quite some time, my dear.”

Tears instantly prick her eyes as she walks forward and joins the other woman on the ground. Horskfyr hovers nearby, trying to not act like he's paying attention. “Hello Frail I…it's been some time hasn't it,” she says.

Frail Oleander, the callous and revered old woman that all but raised her when her parents left her here. She’d spent many a morning under this exact tent, helping her tend to her potions, until she was but fourteen and in charge of her own squadron. Too young and too reckless, but Frail always knew the right words to say to reel her in when she needed it. She'd never thought she’d see her again, and yet here they are.

“You outgrew this place long ago,” Frail says. Freyalin looks down at her hands and guilt washes over her. “But this new life suits you, Warrior of Light.”

Her head snaps up, “How did you…” there's no point in finishing that question. She learned early on that her elder had many ways to communicate without needing to leave the cavern.

Frail gives a knowing smile. She then focuses behind Freyalin, “and you, Horskfyr. Lovely to see you again. I see you found what you were looking for.

Horskfyr clears his throat and nervously steps forward. His tall, broad frame engulfs them both as he stands near. “Y-yes ma’am I- thank you.”

She smiles, “There's no need to thank me,” she says, “I thank you for returning her to me. Even if just for a moment,” she says. She reaches a hand out and Freyalin takes it. It's cold and brittle and a stark contrast to the smoldering heat they sit in.

There's moments of silence between them as the two women sit there in each other's company. Eventually Horskfyr sits to join them. They spend the day back into old routines and the paranoia in the back of her head melts away. For the most part.

For the first time in her life, this place truly feels like home and a ball of emotion settles in her throat as she says her goodbye to it again the next morning.

Frail Oleander smiles at her and gives a weak hug. “Be well, Sharp Willow,” she says.

She nods her head and gives a small smile, “You too,” she replies.

As they walk further and further away, smell dissipating, she knows that was the last time she’ll see the closest thing she ever had to a mother and she tries to make her peace with it.

“Hey,” Horskfyr says, grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently, “You okay?”

Freyalin smiles and gives a light squeeze, “I…I am. Thank you,” she says. It's genuine. “It's just…a lot of memories in that place.”

He nods and gives a small smile. “So!” he claps his hands together, “next stop…The Doman Enclave?” his eyebrows wiggle and she rolls her eyes.

“Only if you promise to be nice,” she replies.

He feigns hurt, “I don't know what you mean, I’m a gentleman.”

“Yeah, from Sharlayan. That's not saying much.”

They continue to bicker as they get away from the desert and settle back into U’ldah, stopping by her apartment for a spell before they continue on their way. There's a lightness in her chest that she hasn't felt in a while.

[outofangband]

Birds of Dorthonion

Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda Masterlist

Dorthonion was a region north of greater Beleriand. It was a cool region covered in steep slopes, conifer forests and Heath covered highlands. The mountain range Ered Gorgoroth bordered it on the south and above it was the fields of Ard Galen. It was inhabited by the Arafinwëan host following Aegnor and Angrod and later, the human host following Bëor. Nomadic and semi nomadic groups of the northern Sindar and Avari also possibly lived there

As always I included world building notes at the end so it’s not just a list of species

In the conifer forests: black grouse, willow tit, goldcrest, mistle thrush, pine grossbeak, common tree creeper, common redstart, black woodpecker, chiffchaff, coal tit, common raven, crested tit, wood grouse, goshawk, spruce grouse, black throated thrush, pine bunting, boreal owl

The highlands and around Tarn Aeulin: graylag goose, common nightjar, common kestrel, snow crane, hen harrier, tundra swan, horned grebe, common crane, blue duck, water rail, black francolin, northern pintail, velvet scooter, great bittern, pallid harrier, rough legged hawk, little egret, wood lark, corn crane, black necked grebe (migratory), garganey, Merlin

The cliffs and slopes: see see partridge, rock dove, great bustard, long legged buzzard, common quail, black headed bunting, booted eagle, chukard, barred warbler, northern wren, little owl, white throated dipper (near Rivil’s well), black winged kite, steppe eagle, roller

The mountain border: bearded vulture, red fronted serin, black stork, snowcock, horned lark, rock bunting, wallcreeper, blue rock thrush, red kite, peregrine falcon, golden eagle (rare), white wagtail

World building notes:

-The vague images of pine grossbeaks were embroidered on the blankets of Bëorian children using a diluted version of the dyes created from blood madder and coal. The name in Bëorian Taliska translates to pine song bird.

-The Arafinwëan host of Dorthonion as well as some of the Avarin groups hunt with birds of prey which are also used by some of the scouts. Kestrels and Harriers are the most commonly used species. The practice is less common than among the Noldor of Eastern Beleriand however.

-Feathers (usually of peregrine falcons or common kestrels) were also used as a method of communication among Arafinwëan scouts during the times of year where weather would allow for this, left in strategic locations, lodged into the earth or tucked into trees to indicate presence or dangers.

-Eggs of various ground species were eaten by the Bëorian population and there was a practice of burying the eggshells. This was learned from the elves of Ossiriand prior to their settling in Dorthonion.

-Birds eggs appear in Northern Sindar art, in or separate from nests. Though the eggs of certain species have different meanings, they are commonly associated more generally with fragility and defense. Their images may be created through pigments made from certain actual eggshells as well as minerals and plant based dyes. One common motif involves a nest of eggs upon a steep slope or cliff.

-Birds appear throughout Bëorian songs and poems. Most commonly mentioned are the general name for the “fisher birds” (wading and diving birds) seen on and around Tarn Aeulin, as well as several of the smaller songbirds found in the pine forests such as pine grosbeak, tree creepers, and thrushes. After the Bragollach the names for some species became lost or translated differently.

-Also it’s been a headcanon of mine for awhile that Baragund would take Morwen when she was a young child out to the cliffs to watch the birds. He would teach her to identify them by their call. She remembers a lot of them, even as an adult though they are called different names and their habits are often unfamiliar.

[numericalbridge]

TOH rewatch semi-liveblog. Season 1 part 2

episodes 6-10

Episode 6

- Why is the opening theme such an earworm.

- 'dangerous nomads' ugh

- curious about the special moon powers and how they fit with the rest of the lore.

- Willow is yet again so good!

- Wh... what? Here is Eda, carelessly saying how she would never trust Luz again if Luz messes up and causing Luz stress, even after what happened in episode 2?

And then Eda even 'threatens' Luz - who even closes her eyes in the end - and Willow and Gus have to intervene, but it turns out Eda just wanted them to clean up the house? But, sure, Darius is the evil/stupid/irresponsible one.

And I am sure everyone in the fandom was obsessed with making Eda disproportionally guilty over this behaviour and twisted her whole character to be about it... right? Like, everyone was screaming how Camila would find out about Eda's behavior and hate her? And everyone was writing out their 'funny' fantasies about slapping and beating Eda up? What, no? Everyone declared Eda the best mom and thought she was better than Camila? And jokes about her irresponcibility and mistakes were good-natured and sympathetic? Weird...

(Sorry, i don't want to rag on Eda too much, but the racist double standarts are so, so obvious. Both in how Darius is treated vs Eda, but also how Luz is treated vs Hunter)

Episode 7

- The Bat Queen is the richest demon on the isles? Another thing i've forgotten completely. I kinda assumed she was a weird half-legendary hermit.

- Yeah, to be honest i don't care about Amity's siblings. Actually i think the Blight family should've been just Amity and one of her parents.

- I do dislike the switch in regards of Amity from previous episodes to this one. My problem is not that we see a different side of her or that Luz wants to befriend her after the Convention, but that Willow just doesn't seem to factor in any of this episode's events, and the episode is pushing this 'Amity just doesn't know how to interact with others without being cold because she can't show weakness' - which might be true in general and in regards of Luz, but doesn't work with how she treated Willow in previous episodes especially from Luz's point of view.

And so the switch between Luz calling Amity out in the previous episodes to simply declaring Amity her rival in this one, as if that's the only problem with Amity's behavior, is odd. If any of that was actually intentional and was adressed and there was an equal focus on Luz and Willow's relationship, then this could've been interesting to explore, but if not then they should've changed that first interaction between Amity and Willow. Or, idk, just put some mentions of Amity and Luz's relationships with Willow in the episode.

Because no, i don't think the audience has to be spoonfed and Amity being multifaceted is not the problem, but the show is not that subtle most of the times and this shift seems more unfocused than deliberate; and Luz wanting to make Willow and Amity friends again is also not a problem and makes sense for her character (more about it in Understanding Willow liveblog), but the pacing of the character arcs seem weird and inconsistent/unfocused, and Luz constantly ends up having less meaningful interactions with Willow and Gus compared to the white characters.

-Oh, but you might ask, why do you, numericalbridge, say you excuse Eda and Darius, but not Amity's writing? Well, first i don't think you can ignore the racial dynamics here. Second, Eda is one of the main characters, and we see her in various situations and so we can conclude that, for example, the moment from episode 4 where she 'threatens' King is more of unthoughtful writing choice than anything meant to be revealing about her character. And with Darius it's the opposite - he is not a main character, so his and Hunter's development happening off-screen is much more acceptable, and if you ignore the things that the fandom straight up invents about Darius the storyline is actually pretty streamlined. But Amity and Willow end up somewhere in between, where they are supposed to be core characters, and yet the storyline is neither here nor there, neither simple nor fully developed, and Willow is the one who gets the short end of the stick.

- And the thing is Amity has so much more focus in the first season but then gets less and less and then her arc ends up completed by the end of season 2 earlier than arcs of other main characters (except Gus who just barely has anything😠), and in season 3 Amity doesn't have much to do, but if her and Willow's relationship and the rekindling of their friendship got more even development from early on, then Amity could've been more deeply connected to Willow's arc in season 3 and it would've benefitted them both.

- And the easiest solution to my problem with Amity's arc would be to make the expulsion episode in season 2 about all of the hexsquad rather than only about lumity, and have Amity call out her parents - or just Alador if she isn't ready to call out Odalia - in regards of their treatment of Willow.

- Amity calling Luz a bully is sure a thing

- The rabbit thing serving as a parallel to Amity would've been great if the show was better about Willow and more consistent about Amity.

- I think it might've been better if Understanding Willow was an earlier episode and then this episode happened after, with prior glimpses of Amity trying to befriend Willow and Gus and being awkward about it.

- I think this is the moment where the show starts to drag, and introduces more unfortunate designs as well.

Episode 8

- This episode is so stupid, but the hints at Eda and Lilith's relationship and backstory are good.

- Luz is again very inventive with the idea to light the sign up! She just doesn't think through the more pragmatic parts because she is an excitable teenager.

- Eda is so silly with the body swap idea and the decision is also soooo abrupt, it's almost like something out of season 2b when they were running out of time. I still wouldn't call it the worst episode.

Episode 9

- The first Gus episode! Luz and Gus are so funny together, and it's such a shame how they are barely allowed to interact with each other afterwards. Because Gus is the one with the experience of feeling tricked! He probably was traumatized by what he saw in Belos's mind too! Ahhh😠

- Again, love that Eda is allowed to be angry about school.

- Matt is so manipulative and funny, lol.

- Interesting that Willow is the responsible one in this episode, but overall at this point in the show she doesn't tend to assume the group leader position yet.

- "No one gets left behind" - except all the other students in the detention pit?

Episode 10

-Missed opportunity to have some deeper interactions between Luz, Willow and Gus.

- The Bat Queen's plot would've been so good if not the design choice. Can't believe Hunter's fandom manages to demonize even her in the AUs

- "Yeah, results of Eda's great parental skill" says my note, but i can't remember what this refers too.

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Conclusion:

This is where the show kinda starts to drag down, and the inability to balance the cast and character arcs becomes obvious. Shame, because Eda and Lilith, Luz and King, and Luz and Willow and Gus - when they are not just there for comedic scenes - are all excellent character dynamics.

[writer-vaira]

TRR: SABERTOOTH CLAN - PART 3

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Gurr

Reina seems distant now. I thought at first it was the animal dressing that upset her mind as well as her stomach but now I’m not so sure…

I paused a moment to watch her carve some more out of the bone. The elders sometimes used bone to make jewellery - though that was more from the Mammoth clan. Shame coursed through me at the thought that I’d lost track of the nomadic tribe. But only for a moment. I had Reina now, after all. And even if she wasn’t a hunter - obvious from her distaste of skinning animals - then she has tools that would be useful to the tribe. If she couldn’t recall her clan’s name then it would make sense for her to come live with Sabertooth.

With me.

The heat of shame at losing track of Mammoth clan was quickly replaced with a different sort of heat. Surely, I could show Reina what a good mate I’d be. I’d been trying - and even if she didn’t want to clean the animals she didn’t seem opposed to eating of them. So I could provide for Reina, that much must be obvious to her.

What else? What did Mother do when she was trying to convince Father that I should be hers?

I frowned as I tried to recall the stories of their courting. I hadn’t heard them since I was a small child after all.

“Gurr?”

Eyes to the cave entrance - clear, then Reina’s face. Her skin was like the snows, and I longed to touch it.

“Reina?”

She smiled, and my heart thumped roughly against my chest. Her teeth were perfect, like a babe’s. I tried to keep mine clean, but there was obviously something else that she was doing that I did not know. Another tool? Her basket was full of treasures after all.

“Woode you like sum soup?” She gestured at the water she was now boiling. "Can you give me the meat?"

I nodded, collecting the cut up meat - the tough stuff that I didn't smoke yet - in my bowl and bringing it to her. Her odd furs that covered her hands brushed mine - and they were not soft at all. What kind of creature would produce such a hide? Perhaps her clan had a different way of tanning - that would be a good trade, information on tanning for their knowledge of this 'stone' Reina called 'metal'. As long as she could remember her clan - she didn't seem to recall much of anything outside of how to cook in water. But then, her language was so different than theirs - her clan must have come from some distance if they did not even use the hand signals that were almost a standard across the clans in the area. But she wouldn't be doing much travelling with that ankle.

Which reminds me...

"Reina, Gurr go."

She looked from me to the leather-flap covering the cave's entrance, she brows knitting together as she poured the meat chunks into her hot water vessel.

"Gurr go where?"

I made the sign for gather as I spoke. I knew that it was mostly birch and pines around, but farther away there was a creek with a willow tree. If I could ease some of her pain by bringing her the main ingredient in the pain relief tea then it would be worth the trek. I tried to explain as best I could with their limited connected vocabulary, but in the end I just sighed - she'd learn soon enough. I mentally mapped out my journey and nodded to myself.

"Gurr here," I pointed to the floor of the cave, "sleep."

"You'll be here for sleep?"

I nodded as I ducked toward the entrance, picking up my spear en-route. As I left Reina said something about being "Seyf" whatever "seyf" was. I grunted in acknowledgement and left her in the cave. She'd be safe enough in the cave, for now, but I wanted to get back before it got too dark. Plus if she was making more soup... That would certainly soften the meat up enough to be more palatable.

I couldn't wait.

So I went as quickly as I dared, keeping an eye out for game trails and predators. It wasn't going to be too long until the snow melted away, I noticed. The birch trees were starting to drip with the sun now, all it would take would be a few days of heat and the trails would be much easier to traverse.

On and on I went, making mental notes of where dead falls were, and how much sun certain areas were getting. The idea of finally being able to bathe and not freeze and drown was becoming almost an obsession to me.

When I first set out from Sabertooth's camp I didn't take a lot with me - it was supposed to be a fairly quick expedition. But the snowstorm came and I was lucky to even find my small lean-to of a cave. And when I emerged, days later, all signs of the Mammoth clan were gone. I stayed in the area for a few weeks, hoping they'd loop back around but no luck. I was only planning on staying a few more days, smoking the land sloth to make the trek back to Sabertooth a little easier on my stomach... and then I met Reina.

I grinned a little despite myself. Even if she wasn't a hunter, she might one day recall her clan or how to procure the 'metal' she had. Besides that... she was so smart, so beautiful, I couldn't believe my luck. The ancestors in the stars were truly watching over me. If she would have me, I was sure our children would be doubly blessed. Maybe even the next generation's clan leaders.

Snap.

I paused, holding my breath to listen. My eyes darted around the birch trees, not seeing anything. The trees went on and on in all directions and I finally let myself take a breath before checking my surroundings again. Nothing stirred for awhile and I pressed on.

The snapping of trees followed me as I snuck forward. Nothing was showing itself, and I rubbed the scar along my chest subconsciously. I needed to be swift, but if the thing making noise in the woods became a problem… I readjusted my hold on the spear. How I yearned to get Reina’s technology for my people. They would be so much better off with the sharp ‘metal’ that her clan had. I cursed again at the fact that I’d shattered my sharp stone spear and had only this stick version. I knew that sometimes you could find the obsidian in flowing water, and that spurred my movement. I wanted to help Reina with her pain, but if I could also get a better weapon…

My breath was starting to show in front of my face, and I looked to the sky once more. It would be sundown soon.

I looked around again and decided that if something wanted to attack me, I’d deal with it then. My mahogany eyes scanned the area again before I started jogging. The last thing I wanted was to be caught far away from Reina when dark fell. I wouldn’t be home before dark but the faster I went now, the faster I’d be back with my mate.

I thanked the ancestor’s once more as I heard the sound of running water. I slowed as the creek came into view, bits of ice still clinging to the edge of it. I looked around again as I got closer, the frigid creek looked unappealing but I yearned to clean myself up.

Without the large stone basin from the clan to heat water I’d been forced to hand scrub with the freezing liquid. I dare not now, not with the sun fading, but perhaps I could come here with Reina, she didn’t smell bad at all - though I was sure I was ripe.

I grimaced thinking about it. Maybe I could ask Reina to use her pot for a scrub down. It was bad to use the same bowl for cleaning as for cooking but… I frowned, head jerking up at crackling in the trees. A ptarmigan. Was that my shadow? I smiled, thanking the ancestors once more. I wouldn’t catch this one - but the little bits of dark feathers coming in made my heart sing. It wouldn’t be long before spring.

I shook my head before scratching at my scalp, yeah a bath soon. My eyes followed the creek bed as I traversed it, knowing that somewhere along here my quarry would be found. After a few minutes I let out a sigh of relief. I’d simply overshot the course. The willow’s leaves dangled just above the flowing water as I neared - but I was unable to truly see how deep it was with the dim light. I looked around the bank, and found a rock that would suit my purposes, even if it wouldn’t work for a new spear head.

I scraped at the bark, trying to get at least a fistful so I wouldn’t have to make this trip again tomorrow. The work was difficult in the cold, my breath making a fog in front of my face that made it even harder to see what I was doing. I hoped what I gathered was enough and that Reina knew what to do with it. I shoved the bark into a pouch at my hip along with the stone. The flapping of erratic wings caught my attention, and I looked back to see the ptarmigan in flight. What spooked it?

Warily, the I held my spear tight, keeping the direction the bird came from to my front. Whatever it was could probably climb… I grit my teeth. A sabertooth? Surely not out here…

I walked backwards, checking at my shadow every few steps. The sabertooth tigers were supposed to be rare, the fact that my clan was named after them would be legend in time - perhaps even with my children's children.

An odd grinding noise touched my ears, so very faint. What could that possibly be? It unnerved me. Reina was a gift, but had her injuries come from something ‘metal’ - the stuff that her tools came from? Had she angered her ancestors somehow? Now that I thought of the metal Reina had I realised I had heard that grinding noise once before. The sound of the lid scraping the top of her pot. Metal against metal.

Was it one of her clan members, out to find her? Perhaps I could reunite Reina with her family! My heart swelled a moment, but still kept a warrior’s grip on my spear. Who knew what they were like? Reina might come from a technologically advanced clan, but what if they were violent with their tools? I kept watch, walking upstream towards where I’d spotted the ptarmigan at first. The noise got only marginally louder. What tools did they have that had to grind together so much?

My breath was getting more noticeable as the sky turned a darker orange, almost red, as it dipped behind the mountains. I stood still a moment, suddenly unsure. What if they were hostile and Reina was left alone? What if I couldn’t get back to her and she was attacked or… worse. I grit my teeth, if it were Reina’s clan it was my duty to see them reunited. Even if I never saw her again. I had to tell them where she was.

I strode forward, carefully picking my way through the underbrush, avoiding roots that were getting near impossible to see under the snow.

The grinding stopped.

I cleared my throat, about to call out when I saw it across the creek. This was no clan member. The thing looked like a dire wolf - with its back legs broken and trailing behind it. But it couldn’t be a wolf, wolves had fur. This creature, this thing, was covered in metal. The head of it swivelled towards me, its movements jarring the body it pulled forward on its front legs.

Blue fire light came from its eyes - illuminating the snowy bank in front of it. It watched me with an intensity that I knew - I had seen before. This thing was hunting. It pulled itself closer to the water’s edge, staring at me with something akin to hatred. Ancestors, hear me, let me make it back to Reina alive. She needs me.

I watched with mounting horror as the metal wolf opened its jaw, red fire light in its throat showing the rows upon rows of teeth. My blood turned to ice as the open maw produced a screeching howl. The legs behind it were hanging on by loose sinew - but it wasn’t like animal meat, it was all metal.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up as it looked back at me, cocking its head before looking at the water a brief moment. It was unconcerned with my presence, and that shook me - there was no mistaking this as anything but an apex predator.

He didn’t know what it was, but I knew it could not be allowed to live. I gripped my wooden spear anxiously. It was made of Reina’s metal - my spear would do no good against it. I took a step back as the thing pulled itself to the water, dipping a toe in experimentally. A noise sounded and the creature pulled its foot back, yelping.

How did it seem so much like a wolf? It was as if a wolf had been built out of metal and given life. Did someone…  make this? I stared at it with new eyes - could Reina’s people have made this monstrosity? I moved back a few more steps and the thing followed along the water. The lack of hind legs hindered its movements but it wasn’t as slow as I hoped. The thing howled again, piercing my ears with the pitch.

No one returned its call.

A large boon considering. I watched the thing come close to the water again, looking up and down the bank. It’s looking for a way to cross. Okay so maybe I couldn’t kill it, but maybe I could force it into the water. Reina’s people might be upset at its loss but I could not let it live to follow me home. It wasn’t… right. Even if it showed no interest in me, I could not allow this thing to wander free.

Everything deserved a chance at life, but this thing… I watched it drag its legs behind it with no apparent issues. This thing was a monster. The ancestors would surely shun me if I let it live. Reina’s people - if they did design it - would not be allowed to join their ancestors without atonement, of this I was certain. It was not natural.

Only those with a womb or egg layers could create life - Not… make it with hands and unnatural blue fire.

I kept going downstream, the eyes of the creature showing me exactly where it was. There was an ice patch that spanned the creek - but it would not hold a creature of my size, let alone this thing.

I went slowly, making sure to keep its attention. The dogged way it was watching me made me so uncomfortable. I knew if I messed up, I would not live to see Reina or my family again. This creature of metal would not allow it.

It moved quietly, aside from the grinding of metal from where the hips and back legs rubbed against each other. The silence made me uneasy - my breath was loud in my ears, rivaled only by the thumping of my erratic heartbeat.

I’d hunted many things before. I’d been hunted by wolves once as well, while the hunting party were bringing back a large kill to camp. I’d seen the hunger in the wolves’ eyes and knew they were desperate. But this thing? It had no food hunger, for how could it eat? It was hunting me for the thrill alone.

There was a thing all hunters knew of, if only once in awhile. The thrill of being able to land the killing blow - of knowing you were the best provider. The thrill of sneaking up on prey with your hunting companions and knowing you would get the kill - that you would eat tonight. It was the most animal part of clan members, even the elders talked of it. Which is why it was most important to thank the creature for its life - to remember that something had to die to fill your belly. It was humbling and required by all. No hunter I’d met had baulked at the idea of thanking the creature for its life. Except one. One clan member had been attacked by a rabid badger… and the Eagle Clan awoke to slaughtered children before being able to tie the man, Zehir, up. It was impossible to reason with him, and he called for more blood to spill when he was ungagged. Eagle Clan had to put Zehir down, to the sorrow of all.

This metal wolf reminded me of Zehir. It did not want to eat me to satiate the hunger it could not feel. It wanted to kill. For killing’s sake.

I shuddered as it pulled itself along, one of the back legs snapping off and left in the dirt. It was only a few more steps - the wolf saw the ice before staring at me. The ice that spanned the creek was ten feet away, and I felt sweat drip down my back. The false wolf ran - faster than I would have thought possible with its two front legs - down the bank and skidded across the ice.

Please, ancestors, please let me return to Reina.

The wolf bayed in triumph as it started to close in on the other side of the creek. I lowered my spear, bracing it against the earth as it ran the last few feet across the ice-

It crashed beneath it, and the triumphant howling turned to pain - small lightning sparked around it as it tried to gain purchase on my side of the creek. It hauled itself up just in time to let out one last whine - the whole body going limp against the water’s edge.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, hands cramping from how tightly they held to my spear. Did it work? Had the ancestor’s heard me? I didn’t take my eyes off the metal body as I fished around for the stone amongst the willow bark. I took a steadying breath as I pulled it from the pouch, taking careful aim before lobbing it at the monster.

It clanged against the side of its neck, with no other movement or sound. I waited before slowly making my way towards the creature. If it could drag itself around with no back legs, perhaps it could fake death?

I wasn’t taking any chances. My blood felt like ice in my veins, while my skin burned. I was a hunter, but I hadn’t felt like this before. Never.

I’d known fear. Fear was important, it kept you safe. Fear let you return home to your family. But this... this was beyond anything I’d felt before. This monster was not natural.

I was close enough now. I grit my teeth and poked the side of it with my spear enough to move the creature. Again, harder. Harder. The metal body rolled slightly, showing its belly. I stabbed hard where there was a gap in the metal plates, but nothing happened. I looked around the area before falling to my knees.

I felt hot tears run down my face, and my body shook from the adrenaline. I was finally safe. ... I was safe.

Once I’d collected myself enough, I looked over the body with the twilight that remained. It was metal alright, all of it. Metal skin, soft twisty metal organs… everything. I frowned. How could metal be alive? Reina used her metal like the Sabertooth Clan used stone. A tool, nothing more.

I pulled on the body - it was heavy, there would be no bringing it back to show Reina. How the monster was able to move that fast with that weight, I had no idea. The whole thing was unnatural. Even its feet were metal with darker metal claws… The leg! I looked at the creek. If Reina knew how to use metal, maybe she would know how or why this thing existed. Her ankle would make it difficult to get out here but the monster's leg… that would work to show Reina. I wouldn’t cross to get the leg that had fallen but the other back leg was also barely hanging on. I pulled with both hands, standing on either side of the joint and yanking as hard as I could. It came loose after I twisted and nearly fell into the icy water beside the monster.

Grunting, I threw the hindleg further inland before pulling the body as far away from the water as I could. After three feet I gave up, noting that I could barely make out my surroundings.

I had to get home.

    Reina

Relax, he said he’d be back in time to sleep. I poked the fire a little, making sure my pot was getting the heat it needed. A sigh escaped me, and I leaned back to work on my fish hooks some more. They were… it was a waste of bone, truly. I grimaced as another hook shattered under my fingers. The book made it look so easy. But to get the bone thin enough without going to break off in the fish’s mouth? Ugh.

Gurr didn’t seem phased by what I was doing, so perhaps he knew how to carve bone and not have it shatter into a million pieces. Maybe the curved bit is what I’m having trouble with. Maybe I could make a needle? Though the eye would have to be made first… I looked at the entrance of the cave again. There was no light leaking through, which was the same as it had been for the last couple hours.

I sighed, bundling up my bone mess and calling it for the night. It was tough to move around the cave, especially with my bummed ankle. I cursed myself once more for having made the mistake of not watching where I was going. Gurr really saved me. Even if I didn’t have the bad ankle I’d still be lost in a world with no real proper experience. What did he get out of it? Perhaps he really was just a nice guy. I scoffed to myself as I cinched my backpack closed, shaking my head and smiling at my own stupid joke. They haven’t evolved into assholes yet.

Noise from outside caught my attention. Gurr? No, it’s wings. I looked at my bow a moment, before my heart leapt into my throat at the scratching scrambling sound from the leather door flap. It was trying to gain purchase on the top of the cave, I was sure of it. And if it’s that small - surely I could dispatch it?

My lips formed a solid line, brows coming together. I knew what I had to do, but I’d never shot an animal before. my type of archery was all about the artform, not hunting. But Gurr couldn’t be the only one that was providing, I could help. I had to help, because I was not going to be a kept woman.

As carefully as I could, I picked my way to the front of the cave, the flapping settling down as I drew closer and held my bow at the ready. Deep breaths, you got this. I ducked my head out, and the bird flew out out out… Breathe in, hold… release.

The bird squawked once loudly before it hit the ground. I watched where it fell before glancing around. Nothing else seemed to be in the clearing. I ducked back into the cave and looked around. There was a larger stick that they’d been using to poke the fire with, but it wasn’t going to hold a flame… I couldn’t leave the bird out there for something else to claim it… I grabbed a smaller bit of fire wood and let it catch fire on the tip. It wouldn’t burn long before hitting my hands so I hobbled out of the cave as fast as I could. It was maybe thirty feet out, which would normally not be an issue but with my ankle it took far longer than I expected. The bird was still warm, which was simultaneously wonderful and disgusting on my bare hands.

When I finally got to the cave, I fell to my ass heavily, relief of not stepping on the hurt leg anymore was so strong I took a moment to savour it. Perhaps I should take some of the ibuprofen I had… but then I wouldn’t be thinking of the future. If I really was stuck here, I didn’t have a pharmacy I could go to to just get some more. What if I got sick?

I know I should save it, but damn if I’m not tempted. I looked to the entrance again. Where the hell- heck was he? I refused to believe that he was hurt, because there was nothing I could do if he was. I had no idea where he went. Next time, we’re leaving together, I don’t care what he says.

The bird was laying there, taunting me. How long until it would be difficult to dress it? Would I have to do it before rigour mortis set in? How long does that take? I glanced once more at the cave entrance, before grimacing. Gurr might not be back tonight, if he got waylaid by something he might be camping out somewhere else. I looked back at the bird. I can’t. I shook my head and turned back to the soup. It’s been ready for hours… might as well dig in.

It was on my second bowl that I heard footsteps crunching on the snow and stone outside. I grabbed my knife, holding it in front of me with both hands. I’d be a lot more impressive if my hands weren’t shaking. Gurr’s mess of hair ducked past the flap and my arms fell to my sides.

“Gurr you scared the s--”, What the hell was he holding? “Gurr, what is that?”

“Reina…” Gurr groaned as he sat heavily by the fire, tossing the obviously metal thing to the side. “Soup?”

“Oh god, of course!” I fervently eyed the metal thing as I poured soup into Gurr’s bowl. He’d been gone for so long and he was obviously exhausted, but how did he have a stick of metal?

As soon as he had the bowl in his hands, I rushed to inspect the metal. It looked like a sculpture of some kind, but it had wiring up and down the center. One end even looked like a paw? Like a dog paw. Even had some intense claws. Whoever made this was seriously good at metal work. But how…?

“Gurr, what is this?”

He looked at it, then took another chug of hot soup. His face was red, and he looked… haunted by the thing I held up. I waited impatiently for him to swallow. This could be my ticket out of this damn place.

“It…” He scratched the side of his beard, “It… grrr.”

“It’s… you?” I pointed at him, confused.

“No.” He clenched his hands a moment, “It-” He howled and looked at me sheepishly.

“A wolf?” I looked at the thing in my hand once more, awareness dawning, “Gurr, was this thing alive? Wolf?” I asked again, before howling a little myself. It feels silly but what else could we do to make it obvious? Gurr nodded.

“Reina, what is?”

“I don’t know Gurr…” I rolled it over in my palms, inspecting it once more. “If it came from a wolf-”

my eyes snapped up, “Gurr, you killed it?”

The caveman tilted his head and blinked.

“Uh.. Hunt?” I made a stabbing motion, to which he nodded vehemently. He started spinning his tale with hand motions and I struggled to keep up. There was stabbing, stalking, and howling.

“Wait wait, Gurr-” I shook my head, “This wolf, awoo, wolf, was moving around the water?”

“Water, yes. Gurr hunt, woof in water, woof hunted.”

“Okay…” I watched as he pointed at the leg before continuing.

“Metal… metal no water. Metal…,” Gurr paused before making a cracking noise, “Kirsh kirsh kirsh in water.”

“It was electric?”

“What lectrick?”

“Uh…” I didn’t know how to answer that one. I shook my head. “A metal wolf hunted Gurr, then Gurr hunted it into water? Water killed the wolf? Water hunted the wolf?”

“Ah! Yes! Water hunted wolf!” He grinned ear to ear at the communication bridge, “Kill is end of hunt?”

“Yes, you hunt, wolf was alive, now it’s dead.”

He nodded solemnly, scratching his chin, “Kill wolf dead. Water kill wolf.”

I examined the leg in my hands again, investigating further. The outside plating was so smooth, it looked more like a laptop shell - just smooth metal. The foot, as I poked it, wiggled individual toes. The toe beans even had a rougher texture, as if it was built for climbing. The inside was well protected, but where the leg would attach to the hip was exposed enough to peruse.

The wires and cordage looked like the innards of an animal, just… metal. It was unnerving. Who or what could have made this? Animatronics couldn’t move on their own, couldn’t hunt like Gurr was referencing.

“What if…” I paused, watching Gurr pour himself more soup, “What if when I was sent back in time, other things were as well? What if things from the far future were sent back too?”

“Reina?”

“Yeah, Gurr?” I felt my voice crack as I locked eyes with his, the world suddenly seemed much more dangerous, “What is it?”

“Reina hunt?” He pointed at the bird that was just laying there.

“Yeah with my bow.” I gestured to the carbon fiber tool, “I don’t have a lot of arrows though so we’ll have to be careful.”

Gurr looked over the fire at my bow leaning against the cave wall.

“How?”

“How did I hunt?”

He grunted, tilting his head a bit more, watching the bow as if he watched long enough it would reveal its secrets.

“I can show you tomorrow? After sleep?”

He grunted, “Reina, go with Gurr? Metal wolf?”

“There’s more? Yes, sleep then metal wolf.” I had to know. Was it a statue or was this thing truly some kind of cyborg? Or robot? Who cares what the difference is, good lord Reina! I shook my head as Gurr rifled through his furs. I wasn’t sure how he wore the damn things, it just looked like blankets belted to him… And he pulled out some bark.

“Reina, soup.”

“Uhh…” I reached around the fire to take it, “Thanks Gurr, what’s it-”

That smell… where had I smelled that before? It… couldn’t be…? I scrambled to my backpack, making Gurr jump with my sudden movement.

“Reina?”

I grunted as I rifled through my bag to find my little stash of meds. I popped open one section and… Yeah, it smelled like ibuprofen. Was this the plant the med was derived from? Haitao, my friend in med school would know. He was focusing on the traditional Chinese medicine and its applications for modern medicine.

“Gurr, is this for me? For my ankle?”

“Ain-kull?” He pointed at the foot, “Reina hurt.”

“Yes, oh Gurr,” I smiled, “You went out all that way just for me?”

He looked away a moment, before pointing at the bundle of bark in my hands, “Reina hurt, Gurr… Gurr hunt. Hunt for soup. Hmm… not hunt…”

He made a picking motion, like he was picking berries off the bush. “Pjal?”

“You gathered? Gather?” I copied his motion, “Gather the bark?”

He nodded, pointing at the pot, “Soup for ain-kull. Sleep then soup?”

I nodded, “Sounds good Gurr.”

As Gurr curled up against me for the night, naked, again, I watched the last of the embers glint against the light of the metal wolf leg.

What the hell is going on?

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Soon, 'if the superiors did well, there wouldn't be such an uproar.' It is content that criticizes maternal relatives such as Jeong Do, Yoon Won-hyeong and Queen Munjeon귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법g, and it is an evaluation based on the Confucian moral outlook prevalent until the 20th century.

Also, except for the fact that he was a heinous criminal, he seems to have had quite a bit of ability in his own way. It is certain that he was an unusual thief, seeing as he l귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법ed a band of ragtag thieves, smeared the government army, and stirred the country without being caught for several years, turning it into a mess.

It is often described as a righteous man in folk tales, but the reality is a gutter. Although he was supported by some people at the time, it was only because he liked seeing Lim Kkeok-jeong smashing officials and rich people he didn't w귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법ant to see. Like all thieves, people and passers-by were also targets of plunder. Moreover, he did not hesitate to do such atrocious things as setting fire to the private houses of the people who informed him and massacring them.

As the butchers were divided into the early and late Joseon periods, some say that Lim Kkeok-jeong's problems may have expanded the problems of the butchers in the early Joseon period. Butchers in the early Joseon Dynasty were embodied in the form of bandits, a nomadic group unable to adapt to an ag귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법ricultural society, whereas the Im Kkeok-jeong group was closer to a more typical group of bandits. Comparing the depiction of a butcher in the Joseon Dynasty and the thieves in Yangsanbak, the guardian area, Lim Kkeok-jeong's appearance is rather closer to the latter. First of all, Lim Kkeok-jeong himself is not a slaughter butcher who is presumed to b귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법e a descendant of a nomadic group, but a former butcher in charge of making daily necessities out of willow trees.

And if Lim Kkeok-jeong's problem is interpreted as a common butcher's problem, it is difficult to understand that he received help from his sons, even if it is true that he receiv귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법ed help from ordinary people. However, Hong Gyeong-rae's rebellion happened hundreds of years later, and the people of Pyongan-do, whose economic power developed through trade, said that they could not succeed in the government even if they passed the state examination in the past, which was a factor in the rebellion. Moreover, the reason why he failed to succeed was not because Pyongan-do was a region without any historical significance, but because a prestigious귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법 family from here was uprooted due to the war. Lim Kkeok-jeong was active in Hwanghae-do, not in Pyeongan-do, and the radius of his activity itself encompassed Gyeonggi-do and Gangwon-do. He is from Gyeonggi-do. On the outside, he is a great elite, but in reality he is mentally very concentrated, anxious and impulsive. If the sale is a little loose, an accident will explode, or an accident will occur directly. There is no sense of responsibility to settle things, and they i귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법gnore the intentions of Palbong or Gu Il-jung, who want to grow mentally through the competition of Mr. Palbong (…). I don't even know why everyone acknowledges Kim Tak-gu, who is different from him, but it's sad to see that people think that if he defeats Kim Tak-gu in a competition, people will acknowledge him…

However, the reason why it is inevitable is that if you look closely at the work, you can see that there are many people who are at a loss. I grew up in a severed human relationship under the protection of Seo In-suk or Han Seung-jae, a귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법nd I had a strong desire to be recognized by my father in an environment where I had no place to lean on. It can be argued that it is because he grew up in an environment where it was difficult to form a proper self, such as various emotions for his biological father and his appearance.[3]

Ironically, rather than the middle part, where he had the will to do it on his own, it is the right character to say that he has become stale in the second half, where he smashes every귀멸의 칼날 3기 다시보기 넷플릭스 누누+보는법thing, sets fire to it, marries Shin Yoo-gyeong, and feeds his family the candy he wanted so much, but has nothing to do with it. It's really hard to see, but if you look long after the work is over, the psychological portrayal is not lagging behind the main character as he is at the opposite point of the main character, Kim Tak-gu. It's a strange character to treat with only a lot of heat.