#they were ice fishing for trout

[ashfdhfgdsfk]

in addition to cannibalism, some trout also like to feast on the opportune bird, mouse, or vole.

#(among others) #my art #scritches #theyre plotting #scheming etc #hannibal #will graham #jack crawford #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #digital art #they were ice fishing for trout #hence the trout fact. sorry ♥️ #if youre cold theyre cold #let them in #''i'm a good fisherman jack.'' - ''you hook him i'll land him.'' #SO TRUEE..... #you guys totally definitely stuck to that plan #(also im posting this for the second time bc i had to fix something.... so if u saw the og post no u didnt <3)

[cryptidclaw]

Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is! 

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place! 

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish 

Fish

Bass

Bream 

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone 

Apricot

Barley 

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain 

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening 

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc. 

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright 

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce 

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #? #Im tempted to use these in the au #some characters deserve some more fun names hehe #rise of change #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors #warriors names #warriors naming #warriors prefixes

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Lucien is the hottest character in ACOTAR

All of these books, all the smut and retcons and introducing a bunch of icky bland characters (re: IC) thinking we'll find them hot and Lucien's moments are still the hottest in every book. ACOTAR: "If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" ACOMAF: Lucien snarled at the king over the bite of the magic at his throat, “Don’t just leave her on the damned floor—” There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints. Tamlin remained leashed on the ground, a gag of white, iridescent magic in his mouth now. But his eyes were on Lucien as— As Lucien took off his jacket, kneeling before Elain. ACOWAR: I was in the process of constructing a rudimentary fishing pole when he waded into the stream, boots off and pants rolled to his knees, and caught one with his bare hands. He’d tied his hair up, a few strands of it falling into his face as he swooped down again and threw a second trout onto the sandy bank where I’d been trying to find a substitute for fishing twine. ACOSF: “Easy,” Lucien repeated, and flame sizzled in his russet eye. The flame, the surprising dominance within it, hit Cassian like a stone to the head, knocking him from his need to kill and kill and kill whatever might threaten— (we don't count acofas because literally nothing interesting happened there)

#lucien acotar #lucien supremacy #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #vanzaddies #high lord lucien #because he's just that guy #he's so fucking hot oml #on my knees fr #elucien #feycien #nesta x lucien #wife this man up #anti inner circle

[linnoya-writes]

Zutara Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers Alter-Egos Forbidden-Romance AU (part III)

If the plan had been to keep this stealthy hawk from making her annual trips to the Southern Water Tribe, Zuko would not have guessed it by the way his uncle did not seem to notice the bird's absence, or the little messages she carried in her wing. For six months out of the year, Caiduri found a home in the icy glaciers, staying warm under the furs and fireplaces brought by her co-master, Katara.

The messages were not anything discreet; they were simply folktales retold in writing... stories that Zuko and Katara had shared in bits and pieces during those lengthy summers together, when they would eat their fruit and pretend to be ancient warriors fighting monsters in the gardens. Zuko wrote about the crescent moon, how it was the archery bow of Yazmina... daughter of the Sun God... who defied her father one night and stole flames from the Sun, launching them into the night sky to give people the stars. Katara wrote about the crescent moon as well, how it was the famous fishing hook of Hirruk, a legendary hunter of the Southern tribes who'd been given this hook by the gods to ice-fish the impossible Humpback Trout and save his village from starvation.

With each letter, Katara signed The Painted Lady. Zuko, The Blue Spirit.

It was safer this way.

They could find their way into each others’ life through letters those first four years…  and with careful strategy as the Blue Spirit and Painted Lady... Zuko and Katara read between the lines in their folktales that both the Fire Nation and Water Tribes are hoping to gather in the Earth Kingdom Capital to continue their separate trade agreements with King Kuei. Zuko promises to his uncle that he will not step out of line, Katara promises to Sokka that she will wash his socks for a month if that's what it takes to go to Ba Sing Se.

And when they each step on their respective ships headed toward the neutral Earth Kingdom territory, Zuko can feel the eagerness in his shaking hands. Katara can barely hold herself together, too.

They'd written about meeting under a plum tree that first night, after dark... though neither of them knew if plum trees were even native to the Earth Kingdom. It didn't matter, Katara thought. She would search every tree around the palace to find him.

Dressed in black, Zuko didn't find a plum tree anywhere... but he found himself walking under vines of deep purple grapes lined under the pergola of the King's grand palace gardens. This is close, he thought, maybe she might... I should wait. He climbed onto the top of the pergola and laid himself down to hide. I'll wait.

Zuko waited the entire night, his eyes almost drifting to sleep. A ruffling sound of vines jolted him back to look at the intruder. The. girl was dressed in black, approaching the pergola so curiously and carefully... as she always did. When he caught the wavy brown hair of her tribal braid, his heart pummeled against his chest.

Katara.

At first, she was alarmed at the mentioning of her name, as using their real names had NOT been a part of their plan, but the rasp in his voice was too much. It brought a smile to her entire face, and then she saw his eyes resting on the pergola. Extending his hand among so many hanging bunches of grapes, Katara let her friend pull her up to where he was. And they held each other, their voices muffled in laughter, and little words, and tears, and kisses.

The only witness was a crescent moon.

#zutara #zutara au #zutara fic #prince zuko #katara #zuko

[balladofthewhitehorse]

hope you aren't sick of me requesting things but how about "dinner is served" for eng, Scot, and Wales!

I would never be sick of your requests <3 Thank you so, so much - You inspire me to keep writing Hetalia Fics, not gonna lie. Your bear Eng has fuelled me. 

Wales scrutinised her brothers quietly, leaned back in her chair as England and Scotland stood on the shores of the lake; It was painted in idyllic colours, faint hues of pink and washed out orange unfurling across the sky. A thread of anxiety coiled tightly around her lungs, her heart, her ribs as England muttered something to Scotland - and then a bark of laughter let Wales breathe. ‘’Having fun-?’’ She called out, smiling thinly as England turned around to regard her - with an expression painfully reminiscent of younger days amongst the dandelions and the trees (Children’s wishes and sunlight - freckling the dark undergrowth). It struck at her heartstrings like fingers at a harp, Wales’ smile thinning. ‘’-Caught anything?’’ 

‘’Not yet.’’ England grunted softly, shaking his head dolefully; Fish had been furtive and England hovered on the grassy lakeside, almost tempted to dive in head-first into the brackish water. They would have more success that way, England was sure - impatience thrumming through every nerve. ‘’I don’t know how you can stand this - just a load of sitting around…waiting for something to happen.’’ (Once he had complained during a siege, staring up at those insurmountable walls - and now it echoed by the lakeshore, on a cold, grey day).

‘’Maybe if you stopped whingeing, the fish would come.’’ Scotland muttered under his breath.

England’s eyes flashed as he shot Scotland a glare; The surface of the lake rippled as a fish came up for air, a darting brown shape in the dusky light (England pouted, irritation bearing teeth - a thorny thing he was, as he elbowed Scotland in the ribs for good measure). ‘’You’re hardly the epitome of cheeriness.’’ He glanced at Wales, seeking her approval with an impish grin that lit up his eyes - and one that vanished as quick as a wink when Wales shook her head. ‘’Oh come on-’’ England groused, petulant while his half-sister simply crossed her arms in disapproval; A tension crackling in the air as England reluctantly stood down. 

‘’Sorry.’’ 

Scotland shrugged, smirking as he reeled in a struggling trout - its speckles shiny in the early light. ‘’Naw, it’s alright-’’ He held up the fish to England’s face, pride blooming a fire in his heart as he slowly unhooked it from the line. ‘’-Caught something. Shown you how it’s done.’’

‘’Get it away from me.’’ Scotland snorted, amused as England’s nose wrinkled with disgust (freckles dusted the bridge of his nose - and Wales’ too, and Scotland was struck at once with the heady, heavy realisation that they were his siblings). The trout was carefully placed into an ice box, still kicking as Scotland laid it out reverently - a bruise coiled tight in his chest as the chatter of his family continued to murmur in the background like mayflies. ‘’...Hey, you know what we should do?’’ He sat down, wincing something in his back twinged - bad memories dragged to the surface, like a cat with a mouse - and pulled out a small pocket-knife, blood spooling out of the fish as he began to cut it open. ‘’-Have dinner here? There’s plenty of wood for a fire and…England, you remember how to set a fire? Like I taught you? Remember?’’ Scotland asked hopefully as he looked up at his younger brother (hands folded around a pair of dry sticks, knees bent into a thick bed of pine-needles - finger outstretched in patient instruction). 

‘’Or I could use a lighter?’’ England replied, his voice curt (the snapping of twigs beneath his feet as they stalked one another like wolves; Circling in bitter enmity, kin’s blood on their palms). He fumbled with his pockets as Wales slowly stood up - wandering along the lakeshore, in search of dry wood for the fire. ‘’It’s not-’’ A lump rose in his throat, England choking on sentimentality as he scoffed, a defensive sneer on his face; Prickly and warring with thorns, swarthy red flowers as a flush rose up his neck, cowed by the purse of Wales’ lips and the raise of Scotland’s thick eyebrows, questioning his little brother’s stubbornness.

‘’Are you saying that because you’ve forgotten?’’ Wales hummed quietly, striding towards her brothers - armful of twigs and sticks of varying sizes, carefully chosen and carefully arranged in a small pyramid-ish shape. ‘’...I thought you didn’t carry lighters, Eng?’’ Wales replied softly, watching England grasp it between his thumb and index finger. ‘’You don’t like the fi-’’ A short, curt look - a flash of sparks in England’s eyes, and Wales bit her tongue ruefully. ‘’It’s not the olden days anymore.’’ He replied, fumbling the lighter out of his pocket; A shudder as he pressed the pad of his thumb down on the cool metal, taking a deep breath as something fearful inside England filled out the space in his lungs - a stone in his throat, smooth and icy and heavy. ‘’We’re not-’’ A spark, and England wavered (a deep chill set into his bones, a field turned barren - there would be no more crops, all the men and women and children were leaving; Seeking more fruitful land, somewhere where there wasn’t ash, smoke and cinders). ‘’We’re not like that anymore-!’’ He cried out, half-between laughter and frustration, crinkling the corners of his eyes as the lighter trembled in his fingers. ‘’Old fuck-’’ 

‘’Hey-’’ Scotland’s brows furrowed, heavy and thoughtful; Scales clung to his fingers, silvery in the little grey sunlight. ‘’-You forgot. What about it?’’ (Wreaths of smoke hung in the air, trepidation at the base of Scotland’s spine; Convoys of mumbling strangers, yet no England). 

‘’I didn’t forget.’’ 

‘’Aye, you did.’’ ‘’Would you piss off, you-’’ 

Wales couldn’t help, but snort with amusement - head jerking up towards the treeline, now gone plum-dark. Streaks of gold filtered against a pale pink sky, a blue haze steadily encroaching with the usual impatience of twilight. She had taught Scotland how to build a fire, and then he had passed those lessons onto England while she was away; Cinders at his fingertips, England had a faceful of smoke and coughing lungs by the time Wales had come back to find the aftermath of an argument - tempers had frayed, red-eyed and hissing curses as Scotland tightly bound the puckered, pale seam of a blister under his palm, England’s face drawn into a defiant glare - shot up from the summer grass like a startled rabbit, raw knees. Hot coals on freckled skin, thrown in an argument over what leaves to burn. It was the typical kind of argument that would soon become familiar, and in time - even endearing, before spats were traded for conflict, balled fists and hair-grabbing for swords and war-hammers. The air crackled with tension - a storm brewing between England and Scotland, frowns drawn like blades, and she was stuck between them again. ‘’Would you knock it off, you two?’’ Wales hissed between her teeth, scolding her young brothers - pulling them apart, sit in the corner and think about what you’ve just done - and when she looked at them, eyes flitting between England and Scotland, Wales felt a pang of heartache. Some things would never change. 

‘’England, you can prepare the fish; Scotland, deal with the fire.’’ Wales huffed quietly. ‘’I’m hungry.’’ A sidelong glance down towards the copse of woods, and she nodded resolutely. ‘’I’ll get some thyme, sage and rosemary. Please try not to kill each other, you hear?’’ She offered a lop-sided smile - anxiety thrumming beneath her skin as she slowly walked away, slipping into the cool shade of the woods; Twigs cracked beneath her footsteps, a tight coil of nerves sitting heavy in her chest as she drew in a deep breath. She just hoped they would listen to her - just one day of peace and quiet, just one day of the year with her brothers that didn’t make Wales want to scream (it would well up inside of her; Dragonsfire buried deep in mud). 

Lingering in the wake of Wales’ silence, England blinked slowly - and staggered to his feet with a grunt, muttering under his breath as he slowly deboned the fish with a practised ease of a man who’s been doing this for centuries. A sailor had taught him, sat on a pier with a grey sea churning beneath their feet - stone and timber and a sense of hope that England longed for. Scotland might have taught him to fish, but England remembered with a rueful smile the lessons passed on to him through mortal hands. ‘’I’ve heard birch bark is good for starting fires.’’ He piped up, glancing towards Scotland with a thoughtful smile. ‘’Don’t remember where I heard it from.’’ A steady plume of smoke had already started, trawling through the air in a lofty and lazy trail from the pile of dead leaves and sticks. ‘’I think you-’’ ‘’-I told you about that.’’ Scotland cleared his throat awkwardly. ‘’Nice that you remember.’’ A silence - filled in by the odd birdsong - crept in, uncomfortable and yet familiar (the woolly burr of an old blanket, drawn tight around their shoulders as they lay side by side - the crooked lean-to of their shelter and one another all that they needed). When Wales returned with sprigs of rosemary and thyme, they set about cooking the fish in a small frying pan from the boot of Scotland’s car. (‘’Why do you have that?’’ England had asked, incredulous and confused. ‘’Why not?’’ Scotland had responded - his tone manner of fact, offering no further explanation and certainly not wishing to admit that it had been France’s idea, hastily sequestered on him in case of a car breaking down on the side of the road; Leaving them both to subsist on poor quality petrol-station lunch). 

Once dinner was served, they sat in the cool glow of the dusky light - and for the first time in a long while, things were amicable between them.

#hws england #hws scotland #hws wales #brit bros

[fraidy-farfelle]

Gone Campin’- John Doe x Female!Reader

Gone Campin’ — John Doe x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, almost drowning, John eating suspicious meat,

You sighed as you fumbled with your keys, trying to get them in the lock. Today had been unusually busy at the gas station and you were sick of having to put on your customer service façade. Before you could turn the key, the door flew open, and you came face to chest with a grey t shirt with a question mark on it. You watched as it morphed into a heart. 

“Y/N!!! YOU’RE FINALLY HOME!!!!” Doe exclaimed as he glomped you into a tight hug. “I missed you too, Doe!” You wheezed out, wrapping your arms around him in turn. He walked you both backwards, kicking the door shut. 

After confronting him about the time loop and expressing your feelings, he had moved into your apartment. It was an adjustment, to be sure. He told you about his species the “regular guy,” and was thrilled that you were able to easily accept him. He had a learning curve, as he missed a lot of human social cues, but he was a fast learner, and went from starting a kitchen fire to cooking your favorite foods for you. You had gotten used to him having to touch you constantly, and now you found you were happiest when you were in his arms. 

You felt him kiss the top of your head. “Long day, huh?” He asked. You groaned and nestled your face in his chest. He giggled at your childish behavior, and rubbed soothing circles into your back. “Dinner will be ready soon. Why don’t you shower?” He suggested. You nodded and thanked him. He let you go reluctantly.

After dinner, you were laying on top of him on the couch while you watched TV together. “Hey, Doe?” “Hmm?” “I wanna get out of the valley for a few days.” “W-what?? Are y-you already tired of me?! I can change! I swear I’ll-“ “Whoa, calm down! I love you, honey, I meant TOGETHER.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Pl-please don’t scare me like that! I love love love you! I can’t go without you…” you shushed him and rubbed his hair, carefully. He started purring, melting into your touch. “It’s a long weekend. I think we should go camping. Get away from everyone and everything.” You explained. “Anything you want, love!” He chirped happily. 

You located a small lake on the map, and the next morning you and Doe were on your way into the wilderness. It was nearing the end of winter, and you had dressed accordingly. Doe, of course, was oblivious to the cold, and wore his traditional black ensemble. As his species couldn’t be in water, you assigned him to building the fire while you punched a hole in the ice to fish. 

Fortunately, there was a shallow cave that provided shelter on the shoreline, so you laid your bedding down in it and put the fire about five feet away for warmth. Though occupied with his task, Doe paid close attention to what you were doing. He’d developed an odd sense of foreboding when you arrived at the lake and couldn’t seem to shake it. He didn’t want you to go on the ice, but knew better than to talk you out of it.

Doe sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, having successfully lit the fire. He watched you closely. You managed to catch a sizable brown trout, so you started to walk back towards him. His fears were unfortunately realized.

As you took a step forward, a crack formed in the ice. Your blood ran cold and you froze, helpless as you watched the crack grow. Your wide, fear filled eyes looked to Doe, who screamed your name out in horror as the ice finally gave way. The last thing you saw was Doe running towards you.

Without thinking, he raced to the lake and jumped in the icy water. He hissed in pain, immediately feeling his assumed form start to dissolve. He grit his teeth and ignored the discomfort as he clumsily swam after you. He managed to latch on to your wrist. He pulled you to him and kicked with all his might to the top. His feet were already gone as his head breached the lake surface. He hauled you onto his back, his hair holding you in place as made his way to the shore. 

By the time he pulled you out of the frigid water, he had lost his legs up to his knees, and his fingers were starting to melt. He crawled to the cave and with the last of his form’s strength, he ripped the wet clothes from your body. As his face began to droop off, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, praying to every deity he could think of for you to be okay. He knew humans were fragile, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. 

❄️❄️❄️

When you awoke, the sun was poking over the horizon, and the fire was reduced to only embers. You felt unbelievably cold, except for your chest. There was a warm weight you couldn’t identify. As you rubbed your eyes, you heard a strange chirping sound. You looked to your chest and were surprised to see a large eye attached to a hair ball. The eye’s pupil widened and a heart appeared in the center as the creature squealed and bounced up and down with what you assumed was joy. 

Your mind was reeling as the eye closed and nuzzled itself against your heart, purring loudly. You scanned your body and found you were completely naked, but the eye’s long hair had stretched and was wrapped tightly around your breasts like a sleeveless bra. Wait, you recognized this hair. “D-doe?” You croaked out. The eye’s heart got bigger and it seemed to nod at you. You recalled that he had told you his species couldn’t be in water, hence why you had been the one to go on the ice. ‘He must’ve gone after me…’ you mused. 

“So, this is what you look like?” You asked it. The eye trembled in fear, squeezing itself closed. You realized he was afraid of what you thought of his natural appearance. You raised a shaky hand to caress the hair. “Thank you for saving me, John Doe. I love you in any form you take.” You told him gently. The eye popped back open and stared, seemingly processing what you had said. After a moment, the pupil nearly overtook the whole eye, and the heart shape returned to the middle. He made six distinct chirps, which for some reason you could practically hear him say “I love love love you, too!” 

His hair retracted from your chest, and he hopped over to the duffel bag he had brought. He turned to you and chirped. You slowly crawled over to him and unzipped the bag. It was full of containers of teeth and raw meat that  you figured you didn’t want to know where it came from. You pulled them out and opened them for him. He gently hopped at your shoulder, like he was pushing you to turn the other direction. You realized he was telling you to look away. You made your way to the fire and added fuel to it. You heard crunching noises and covered your ears. 

A few minutes later, you heard Doe’s voice. “Are you alright?” You turned and saw a tired looking, naked, John Doe. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just cold and tired.” You said. He gave a tired smile and pulled you into his arms. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I did my best to keep you warm.” He whispered into your shoulder. “I think you’re cute!” You giggled, letting a curl of his hair wrap around your finger affectionately. “You’re truly something else.” He chuckled, and lifted you from the ground. He got the blanket from your bag, and sat with his legs splayed apart, so you could sit comfortably between them. He let you settle yourself, so you were chest to chest, and wrapped you both tightly. You sighed in contentment, letting the warmth from him and the fire envelop you. 

It wasn’t long before something poked your butt. “Uh, Doe?” “S-sorry! I just- you saw my true form and still told me you loved me- and now you’re naked and in my lap and I can’t help-“ “Doe! Hey, it’s okay. You’re in a human form, it’s a natural response. But, maybe it’s not a bad thing.” “I, it’s not?” “It’ll warm us both up, no?” You suggested, a devious smile forming on your face. Doe looked pensive for a moment. “Only if you feel strong enough.” He said, looking you in the eyes. You didn’t answer, instead pulling him in for a kiss.

He enthusiastically returned it, running his hands up and down your body. He groaned as you ground your hips against his. He let his right hand travel down in between your legs, his index finger gathering slick from your entrance before gently circling your clit. You squealed and rubbed yourself against his touch. You could feel his member throbbing as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving a bright red mark. 

“Mmm… you’re all mine, y/n….” He moaned out into your ear. “All yours, baby. Always.” You agreed, rubbing his shoulders. He slipped his fingers inside, scissoring them, while flicking your clit with his thumb. He stopped when you began to clench around him. “Don’t stop!” You whined. “Shhh, don’t worry love. I’ll take care of you.” He soothed, lifting your hips up with both his hands. He lined himself up and slammed you down on his hard cock, causing you both to cry out. He gave you a moment to adjust. He rested his forehead on yours as he started a steady rhythm. You moaned at the lewd, wet noises your pussy made. He specially formed his member to hit all of your sweet spots, so it didn’t take long for you to teeter on the edge. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so close! Cum with me Doe, please! Cum inside!” You wailed, tears and drool running down your face. “I can do that..” he groaned. He lowered his head to suck at your breast, while reaching his hand to toy with your clit again. He focused energy in his cock to make semen like fluid to appease you. “Doe! I’m gonna-“ “That’s it, love, let go… cum for me!” He crooned. At his behest, you spasmed around his cock, and let yourself get lost in the ecstasy he brought you. He cried out your name and shot imitation semen inside you. He held you close as you caught your breath. 

You felt the blanket being wrapped more securely around you. “Are you warmer now?” He asked, looking at you in concern. “Much. Let’s sleep a little and then we’ll head home.” You said, and snuggled yourself closer to him, not making any move to pull him out of you. He smiled at you, hugging you close to him. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He whispered, but you were already asleep.

#John Doe game #john doe x reader #john Doe +

[drmapzo]

Hello, everyone!

One time a fishing ship set sail across the arctic waters. The catch was good, and all the crew were happy to return to their homes with tons of food for all their families.

But tragedy struck, and on the ice they are now stuck. Not only that, vicious monsters are heading towards the ship, no doubt trying to hunt the poor people trapped in there.

It's your players' chance to save the whole crew and come up with a plan to set the ship free!

The creature tokens for this map are a Knucklehead Trout, a Snowy Owlbear and a Sperm Whale. Emerald tier gets the Knucklehead Trout while Diamond tier gets all three. In addition, Sapphire tier gets extra creature token variants.

You can see a preview of all of this week’s Patreon content here.

Thank you very much for taking a look and be sure to check out my Patreon where you can pledge for gridless version, alternate map versions as well as the tokens pertaining to this map.

#dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #pathfinder #ship #winter #snow #arctic #dnd map #roll20

[artechoceneexplorer]

Salmonids of Artechocene Antarctica:

While thawing, the glaciers of Antarctica created an abundance of meltwater streams that now feed countless kilometres of freshwater ecosystems. At first nothing more than insect larvae and some crustaceans called these new environments home, but eventually fish entered the equation and quickly dominated.

One group of these fish were salmonids coming from South American coasts, descendants of invasive species such as the brown trout. They weren't the first, but they were much better at filling a lot of niches than the native Nothotenioids, which lacked hemoglobin and swim bladders.

And so they almost outcompeted these to extinction, and diversified into several genera classified roughly in three distinct groups: Helaks, Helerrets, and Valhallaks.

Most of the Helaks species are amongst the largest predators of the continent, and the Golden Helaks (Gjollsalmo fulgens) is the largest of them all, measuring up to 2 meters (7ft) long and more than 100kg (250lb) in weight. They're apex predators, using their size to block scape routes for prey fish of any size and swallowing them whole, preventing them from scaping thanks to its huge backwards facing teeth. They're also known to eat crustaceans and even birds that venture too deep into the water. They live in every waterway across Antarctica, with the adults being confined to the deeper canals and lakes.

Helerrets are the most common salmonids that can be found in the rivers, lakes and wetlands of the continent. These medium sized predators mainly feed on the abundance of mollusks and other hard shelled invertebrates, as well as smaller vertebrates occasionally. This diet is enabled by their strong jaws, combined with blunt teeth that can crack open the shells of most freshwater invertebrates in their habitats. They're also the only Antarctic salmonids that retain the anadromous habits of its ancestors, living in freshwater but migrating to coastal waters to reproduce and release their young into the rich waters of the Southern Ocean.

The Bullheart Helerret (Slidrsalmo oatensis) in particular is native to the drainage basins that flow into Oates bay, where members of this species comes to spawn.

Valhallaks are a group of salmonids with remarkable sexual dimorphism compared to their close relatives. They are typically found in shallow rivers all across the continent, where they feed on invertebrates and vegetation.

Although not as common as Helerrets, they are abundant, specially in alpine streams and lakes during the end of the summer, where they come to spawn, away from predators so their eggs are protected by ice during the winter.

The Bearded Valhallaks (Valholsalmo auratops) specifically is endemic to the Vostok river drainage basin, which originates in Vostok Lake where they reproduce.

Range of the species featured:

#art #speculative biology #illustration #speculative evolution #speculative #fish #salmon #antarctica

[adelaidedrubman]

wip woo an hour left of wednesday 

i was tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @wrathfulrook @inafieldofdaisies and @direwombat to share for wip day! sending tags out to @henbased @unholymilf @florbelles @ishwaris @shallow-gravy @purplehairsecretlair @poetikat @harmonyowl @roofgeese @deputyash @schoute @confidentandgood @derelictheretic @afarcryfrommymain @trench-rot @voidika @sukoshimikan @josephslittledeputy @strafethesesinners @strangefable @corvosattano @v0idbuggy @jackiesarch @fourlittleseedlings and anyone else in the mood for sharing!

look. wildfire will get written. but right now it’s more hook, line, and sinker.

Skylar shook her head. “Jessie, you don’t even like Silver Lake,” she grumbled under her breath. “Ya always called it an ‘overcrowded, overrated tourist trap.’”

Jestiny felt a sharp stinging ripple behind her eyes, fury bubbling up in her throat — of course she liked Silver Lake. A person didn’t fish somewhere for nearly seven months straight and not even like it. She might even say she —

She slammed her fist against the table again, this time hard enough for ice cubes to clink against the glass of Sherri’s whiskey from the force. “In summer it’s an overcrowded, overrated tourist trap,” she ground out, sucking a breath in through her teeth. “In winter it’s the only fucking decent place to catch trout!” 

“It’s a big lake.” 

“Not big enough for the three of us!” 

“I’m not gonna stop fishing at the lake I run my own damn business at,” Sherri said, the slightest hints of a scowl beginning to furrow onto her face. 

“Oh, well!” Jessie cried, shooting up to her feet with a grating scrape of the legs of her chair against the hardwood. “I would fucking hate to crush your goddamn entrepreneurial spirit!”

The sarcastic exclamation was apparently loud enough to even draw the attention of the wasted asshole in the tacky duster, who finally fixed his unfocused gaze on her — but blessedly only increased the volume of his own manic rambling in response, eyes of the crowd turning their heads back towards him. 

“— because he can’t even stick a landing, by the way. Always veers to the —”

“Hell, I might as well give you the fuckin’ shirt off my back, huh?” she laughed, tugging at the collar of the graphic t-shirt bearing the outline of a bass splashing out of water beneath the slogan ‘My Fishing Line Isn’t The Only Thing I Get Wet.’ “Since I bought it at Can of Worms, too! Guess it’s all yours, now that it’s over!”

She actually thought she bought it the first day they — never mind that — she yanked the hem from beneath the waistband of her shorts to begin pulling it over her head. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jessie!” Skylar barked. “We did this in a public place because we were hoping it’d make you less likely to make a scene.”

“Oh, I —” she threw the shirt down onto the table, pressing fingertips against the worn polyester of the sports bra covering her chest in gesture to herself. “I’m making a scene?”

“Big fucking scene,” Sherri agreed. “You always make some kinda —”

“This is not a scene!” she interrupted, waving a hand over the table. “This —” She grunted, swinging her arm back to point towards the creep prattling on at the next table so loud she couldn’t hear herself think long enough to form a proper argument about why she should get exclusive use of Silver Lake. “That fucker is making a fucking scene!”

“— an absolute disgrace of a cockpit —”

“Hey, asshole!” she shouted over Skylar and Sherri’s heads. “I’m trying to have a calm fucking discussion with my girlfriends about fishing spots over here!”

“Ex-girl —”

“So could you shut the fuck up?” Jestiny demanded, stomping a foot down. “What’s your fucking problem?!”

Blue eyes locked onto her, this time properly, with something more than hazy, drunken focus — breathy, sputtering laughter following in their wake. 

“Problem?” he half-slurred in a rising huff. “Oh, no problem here.”

He stumbled a few steps forward towards her, until she could smell the stench of expensive liquor and cheap weed clinging to him, and feel the hot puffs of his laughter falling against her face as he leaned in with a clumsily sway. 

“In fact, I’m celebrating,” he hummed with the rise of his eyebrows — reaching forward into her space to grab her beer bottle off the table, raising it up in cheers. “I’m going to be a father,” he said as he brought the bottle to his lips to take a swig. 

#wip #this is fun & goofy to write but exploring jessie’s brand of repressed emotional volatility outside john/the reaping has been interesting #and look. do i think the nixed rye baby rumor would have made perfect sense in canon? maybe not. #is it funny to make part of this au where i’ve fucked up my own canon and timeline anyways? absolutely. #v: hook‚ line‚ and sinker

[naamahdarling]

I’m sorry the night is being particularly rough. Here’s some (hopefully fun) questions:

What’s ur favorite beverage? (Hot take, water counts)

If u were a mermaid what sort of tail would u have? Feel free to be as detailed as u want

Do u have a favorite letter/character in any language? Rn my fav one is gimmel bc I’m learning a bit of Hebrew and it’s the one I have the most pleasure writing. Dunno why.

I thought you said "hot lake water counts" and was like...okay with that. I love cold water, unsweet iced tea (very weak), and Cheerwine, but Coke is still my favorite. I'm very American that way, and not ashamed at all. It used to be lemonade but it disagrees with me so violently now that I can't think about it without thinking about how it makes my tummy hurt so bad.

I'd probably have a really simple boring tail if I'm being realistic. I don't know, what's a very basic silvery or grayish fish like a catfish or trout or salmon. But I would love a beautiful betta fish or goldfish tail. Like a calico-colored goldfish, or a beautiful blue/red betta. It would be short and chonky if it was supposed to match the rest of me but I think that would work. An eel-like tail would also be great.

It is suddenly cringe but I really like X/x. So I'll go with the combination "th" or "Th" instead. It is equally fun to write. I also like A but not a. I am not fond of G or g. Some letters are really good as capitals and kind of dogwater as lower case, or vice-versa.

[fatehbaz]

The transaction took place on 11 March 1909. That day, the Kassler Fishing Club handed a German colonial official only identified as Dr. v. E. (probably Dr. Max von Eschtruth) an ominous package.

He had been on vacation in Germany. Now, he was about to return to Southwest Africa, a German colony originally founded in 1884. In Antwerp, Belgium, he received an unusual delivery: thousands of brown trout (Salmo trutta fario) eggs. The precious cargo had come from a well-known fish-breeding institution in Saxony, central Germany, and given its destination more than 6,000 nautical miles (ca. 11,100 kilometers) away, had been carefully packed in ice and covered with cloth. Once aboard, it was stored so as to avoid it being exposed to temperatures above 10°C. It was a long journey, three weeks at sea [...] and finally to Swakopmund. [...] After three days by train it arrived in Grootfontein, in central Namibia. According to the Windhuker Nachrichten newspaper, only around two hundred eggs had not survived the long journey. The rest were quickly unpacked and put into a nearby stream. There, many trout eggs stopped moving, and by the next day all were dead: the shock of simply releasing them into 21°C warm water had killed them [...].

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Part of broader efforts to settle German Southwest Africa, the introduction of fish farming had begun prior to this episode [...]. A variety of experts [...] had long planned wells and dams in light of their desires to turn the arid landscapes of Southwest Africa into self-sustaining agricultural settler environments. Countless expeditions had explored and surveyed [...], or had visited neighboring South Africa to learn from the British. [...] In 1904, one observer highlighted two main challenges: “For the breeding of trout and carp, […] the establishment of better water conditions has to be completed first. Plus, it would not be easy to transport stock and seed fish” to German Southwest Africa [...].

Colonialists felt they could confront both issues with an increasing investment in and the construction of colonial infrastructures. In 1903, the completed Mole harbor in Swakopmund allowed settlers to disembark much more easily. Newcomers could also travel by train inland -- a much simpler journey compared to relying on oxen wagons. Additionally, the colonial administration offered numerous incentives to settlers, including loans.

Soon new arrivals began pouring into the colony, especially after the German defeat of the Herero and Nama people in what has been [...] called “the first genocide of the twentieth century.”

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Early efforts to introduce German fish took shape within these contexts. In fact, in September 1904, the district commander of Windhoek, Max von Eschstruth, tried to introduce carp into an artificial pond. He intended for the pond to become part of an agricultural experiment station, which was established in Neudamm five years later and for which he had planned to acquire carp and tench from the consulate in Cape Town. There, and elsewhere in their colonial empire, British efforts had been much more advanced and successful [...]. However, Eschstruth was only able to get his hands on 50 carp from an institution in Jonkershoek (Fischerei-Zeitung, 11 August 1906). That cargo was then transported by ship to Swakopmund, later by train to Windhoek -- and for the last 35 kilometers a Herero worker had to carry it. [...]

[There were] additional attempts in 1911 [to naturalize trout]. That time “roughly 1,000 eggs were still alive” at arrival in Grootfontein (Südwestbote, 25 February 1911). The fish even hatched, and swam into the artificial pond. Yet once again the water temperature reached more than 20°C that afternoon -- which killed the trout. Utopian expectations did not match realities on the ground.

Over time, German colonial fantasies tied to the introduction of trout began to fade. In 1911, newspapers like the Südwestbote had still been defiant; three years later, the Deutsches Kolonial-Lexikon painted a different picture: “Within German colonies the artificial breeding of Cypriniformes is probably not possible at all” (636). And although references jealously pointed to British successes nearby (649), the publication concluded that the breeding of Salmonidae would only be promising in more mountainous areas.

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Text by: Martin Kalb. "Naturalizing Trout? Fish Farming in German Southwest Africa". Environment & Society Portal, Arcadia (Autumn 2017), no. 33. Rachel Carson Center for Environment and Society. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[spin4trout]

South Fork Bad Axe River

It got down below freezing on Thursday night, and there was ice on the car when I got up on Friday. As soon as I was done defrosting, I headed to the South Fork of the Bad Axe to do some chilly wading.

The trout were out in force. I waded a little over a mile and caught fifty-two browns.

After that long day of fishing, I headed to Viroqua for dinner and caught Michael Perry & the Longbeds in concert at the Temple Theater. The signs at the Driftless Angler were really photogenic at night after the concert.

#trout #fishing #spinning #ultralight

[ironychan]

Here are some results of several days' attempts at fishing.  Most of the fish I ever saw before were already dipped in batter and deep-fried, which is probably why I tended to think of them as pretty boring animals.  I stand corrected.

Vandebeek and Ireland were particularly interested, because both of them used to sport fish as a hobby.  They were keen to point out how these creatures are adapted for living in a river full of silt where you can't see anything.  The fish with the giant mouth can suck things into it from a few centimetres away.  The one with the face tentacles can use them to keep track of what's going on in the water around it.  The giant arms allow the tiny crab to feel around for things.

Reynolds, who is currently sitting with his hand in a bucket of ice and also on a precautionary dose of epinephrine because Boonmee pointed out we don't know if he's having a toxic reaction or an allergic one, wanted to call the big-mouthed one the Fucking Bastardfish.  We managed to talk him down to Brindled Bastardfish but he would not budge on the 'bastard' part.  Possibly to show him up, Vandebeek named the face tentacle one Cthulhops hudsonensis.  The little crab thing we're calling a Crimp Shrimp but nobody will own up to coining it.

The big fellow we found not by catching it in our net but by stepping on it as it hid in the riverbed mud.  When we brought it up for a better look we discovered its horrible mouth that shoots straight up to eat anything that tries to nibble on the dark tips of its face tentacles.  I took my turn to name something and called it a Hapsburg Flatboi in honour of its underbite.

We have also the fat little guy in the lower right, who has decided that the best way to keep from being predated upon is to be covered with shark teeth.  It's hide is incredibly tough and if you rub it the wrong way you'll lose the skin off your fingertips.  The only way we could get into it was down a sort of seam between scales in the side, which Vandebeek says is a sensory organ called the lateral line, and even then it dulled his knife.  We figured anything that works that hard to protect its innards must be delicious and we were right.  It's pink, meaty, and a bit greasy like trout, where most of the other fish just tasted kind of muddy.  Wang named it the Fishko Ball, because it's round and covered with silver facets.

Then there's this goddamn thing:

Ireland thinks these guys are examples of 'decarcinization', which is when crabs evolve to look not like crabs.  It is the opposite of 'carcinization', which is when things that are not crabs evolve to look like crabs.  I guess this is common enough that we needed a word for it?  Boonmee is making curry out of it and several others are eager for a taste, but I must decline on the grounds that whatever it is, it is definitely shellfish, and I don't want hives today.

We have named the big one a Long Crab, while the little dudes are Razor Crabs, because they're thin rather than because they're sharp.  Although they are also sharp.

Ireland wants me to note that not all crustaceans are crabs.  However, by her own admission they all either used to be crabs or will someday become crabs, so I stand by my terminology.

#the last humans #speculative evolution #brindled bastardfish #crimp shrimp #cthulhops hudsonensis #hapsburg flatboi #fishko ball #long crab #razor crab #joost vandebeek #droolingiguana was right about the crabs #more crabs to come

[titos-taste-test]

Hazelnut Kitchen Restaurant

53 East Main Street

Trumansburg NY 14886 USA

http://www.hazelnutkitchen.com

Dinner on Friday 10/28/2022

We were on a trip to explore NY State’s Finger Lakes Region.

We tried this restaurant and were blown away!

We didn’t have reservations and the dining room was full so we were fortuitously offered seats at the bar which overlooked the kitchen. We basically got dinner AND a show.

You knew you’d be up for a formidable meal just from the bread and butter given to start. The butter was topped with beautiful edible flower petals.

The menu was interestingly divided by the size of the portion/plate: small, smallish, bigger, biggest.

We started with what we called a salad that will change your life: the badger flame beet salad, horseradish crème-fraiche, seed cracker, trout roe and dill. This salad was a delight for both the eye and the palate. The fiery orange-red color of the “badger flame beet” was something I’d never seen. Flavour-wise, it was a deconstructed borscht!

Next course was the honeynut squash risotto with feta topped with crunchy pepitas. We called it creamy risotto with a sparkle crunch.

The kitchen staff obviously heard us ooohing and aaahing about the food and gave us a taste of the chicken liver profiteroles, tamarind caramel and pickled delicata. Profiteroles are typically associated as a dessert. Paired with chicken liver sounded a bit gross BUT throw your predetermined thoughts out the window. This combination was completely yummalicious.

Our main course was the whole fried black bass, ginger scallion sauce, carolina gold rice and crushed cucumbers. Cooked to perfection, flaky and just LOOK at that impressive presentation! I am well practiced in taking apart whole fish but can see how such a dish might be intimidating for those less experienced.

To top off dinner, we tried the ice cream sandwich made with Vietnamese iced coffee ice cream and Dutch stroopwafel with espresso caramel. Having travelled numerous times to both Amsterdam and Vietnam, I was entertained by the successfully inventive mashup of flavors and cultures.

Tasty surprises came even with the bill in the form of house made caramels.

Notes I jotted down in my phone as we ate:

Happy dance food!

I am not going to brush my teeth because I want to keep that taste in my mouth forever. 😁

Original, well thought and inventive food combinations that simply worked.

Watching the chef cook in the kitchen with his staff: genius at work.

Highly highly recommended.

This restaurant’s food is a triumph in Trumansburg.

Bravo Chef Matt Hummel!!

#trumansburg #hazelnutkitchen #NYS #fingerlakes #fingerlakesregion #badgerflamebeet #chickenliverprofiterole #blackbass #vietnameseicedcoffeeicecream

[koreaguides]

Festivals You Must Go To In South Korea

1. Jeju Fire Festival 

Jeju Fire Festival is a cultural festival related to Jeju’s livestock care culture. This festival is held during every March at the Saebyeoloreum Volcanic Cone. The night sky during the festival will be lightened up with red. Special events during the festival include media facade show, torch march, fire shows as well as food trucks. 

2. Jinju Lantern Festival 

This festival originated from the floating lanterns that were used during the Jinjuseong Fortress Battle of the Imjin War. It was a military strategy to prevent the Japanese troops from wading the Namgang River. This is one of the most famous lantern festivals in Korea held every October. 

3. Hwacheon Sancheoneo Ice Festival 

This festival take place in Hwacheongun in Gwangwondo. The main event of the festival is ice fishing which take place on the frozen Hwacheon stream. There are actually various kinds of programs during the festival such as ice sledding and bobsled. Visitors can also taste the freshly caught trout grilled on the spot. 

4. Boryeong Mud Festival 

This festival was created in the 90′s to advertise Boryeong’s mud-based products that are mostly sold for cosmetics purpose. But this festivals has already grown to be one of the biggest festivals in Korea. It takes place on Daecheon Beach and is always open for 2 weeks during July. 

5. Busan Fireworks Festivals 

The Busan Firework Festival takes place along the Gwanggalli Beach every autumn. The festival consists of various programs such as culture events, high-tech laser, light shows, and myriad of unique and beautiful fireworks. This festival always draw over a million of crowds every year be it locals or foreigners. 

6. Jinhae Cherry Blossom Festival 

This festival is the most famous cherry blossom festival in South Korea with thousands of cherry trees blooming in the city. It started as a memorial service to Honor Yi Sun Sin, a famous naval Admiral in South Korea. The festivals lasts for 10 days and has different events everyday. 

7. Seongsan Sunrise Festival 

The Seongsan Sunrise festival was launched back in the year of 1994, held on top of Jeju Island’s Seongsan Ilchulbong. It is one of the famous sites to view sunrise on Jeju Island. It always attracts large crowds of tourist throughout the year and is especially busy on New Year’s Eve. 

#korean festivals #south korea festivals #korea festivals #south korea guide #south korea headers #south korea travel #south korea tour #south korea trips #south korea vlog #south korea culture #south korea blog #south korea #korea guide #korea headers #korea life #Korea Republic #korea trip #korea trips #korea tour #korea travel #korea places #south korea places #korea vlog #korea visits #south korea visits #korea blog #korea #Korean Guide #korean headers #Korean life

[lenorethequietbookkeeper]

Cottonmouth Alps

Education, training or literacy

Water (whats all up in there)

Roads or transportation

Glam I love u but I absolutely saw this coming /lh /hj

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Education, Training, Literacy

Education is typically received via local trade guilds. These guilds are all entirely community-based and operated, meaning their curriculum varies from town to town. Unlike traditional schools, guilds do not have a set in stone learning plan nor age-based classes. Instead, they train prospective employees to do different tasks as they go. In the beginning, members start off doing whatever work need more hands. When they become more experienced, they can have more of a say in what specific shifts they work.

If an ice or water-based undead is seeking to become more experienced with combat, they can also join the Bitten. Despite their viciousness and vile reputation, members can actually learn a great deal of skills besides fighting there, from fishing to boat navigation to managing resources. It can be a very alluring job, offering free protection and board to all who join the Bitten's crew. However, it's definitely not a job for the faint hearted or weak stomached.

The Waters

The bittercold lakes and rivers beneath the ice are already deadly enough on their own. Many of the fool hearty travellers who dare traverse the Alps often die from breaking the surface and falling into the water. More often than not, that's not the end of their suffering.

It is speculated that nearly hundreds of feral fish undead live beneath the ice. Driven mad by the cold and isolation, they mindlessly attack each other, living humans, and inexperienced undead fishermen. It's wildly accepted the best way to deal with the problem is to kill these poor souls so their suffering can end. However, some groups (namely the Bitten) actually try and, at least somewhat, tame the devils. They're then trained to catch fish or attack rival boats.

Another strange entity with the deeper lakes are the Sons of Adam. A strange type of sea snake that emerged not long after Mistress Hissteria disappeared. They have pale-olive skin, no eyes, arms with webbed fingers, and, (most odd of all) long, human-like brown hair. They are, thankfully, mainly scavengers who consume whatever dead things they can find at the bottom of the lakes. Strangely, they are the only species of fish that are illegal to slaughter under penalty of death. A rather odd policy for the holder John...

Other than that, many untainted species of trout, char, burbot, and some rare variants of salmon also call Alp's waters home. The land is as plentiful as it is deadly. If one were determined and bright, perhaps they could make a life for themselves out there. Although you're more likely to become food for your would-be neighbors.

Roads and Transportation

Funnily enough, there is a road system that snakes its way out of Hypot and down the mountain, through Shedskin Park and into Downtown Pythonel. It is now badly decayed and almost entirely covered in snow, but its history is still fascinating. Long ago, long before the Spires, a skiing town called Treadtrak was built. It was a vacation spot only meant for the upper crust, and roads were soon built so the wealthy could make their way up in relative safety. However, with the Spires came a great blizzard, which killed all the doomed souls within the town and left it in ruin. It sat a frozen, abandoned husk for decades, until the holder John rose to power and built the city of Hypot on its remains.

In the era of the undead, cars are very seldom used. Instead, most deceased residents travel via boat or monster-drawn carriage. Some who are not in a hurry may even hitchhike or walk to their destination. This is only recommended for those who can protect themselves, for even those living in the Alps as undead are not safe from its wrath.

-From Biblically Accurate Producer!

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