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Walking with Dogs, Cats, Flowers by Kyoung Hwan Kim

I had to draw it, I'm sorry.

i ran out of space

bfdi related doodles i made a few weeks ago that i uh. forgot to post

what if i threw two tpot gijinka at you /pos

Birgs are freaking awesome

The Flag Chase

Shown here is a late summer ritual carried out by the Ruruumi bachelor group: garbed in little more than a decorative collar, a young gifter climbs onto the back of a wild Ahoũitre, the Resplendent Flagdeer, to remove its brilliantly colored display feathers as a trophy to present during the nuptial gifting ceremonies in the fall. Using an obsidian knife, the cut must be clean enough to shed no more than a few drops of blood, without damaging the feathers, and performed without being hurled to the ground by the bucking animal. It is a sport requiring an impressive display of courage, agility, and control over one’s own trunkhorse, and for many kakroum bachelors, this and related high risk sports are a rite of status in their tightly knit brotherhoods. Many bachelor groups will specialize in ‘capturing’ a specific animal, though flagdeer are exceptionally prized for their feathers, which adorn the regalia of many clan residents. It is a feat that frequently ends in serious injury or death, but something that only a frivolous gifter can afford to perform, free from the responsibility of maintaining a village. In the process, he proves in himself the sort of strength and cleverness that any would-be mother would wish to see in her own daughters.

As for the flagdeer, it will be released after having been separated from its feathers. Though its wounds are relatively minor, it will have no hope of impressing its own kind in the coming mating season. Flag removal is a strategy employed by sparring male flagdeer as well, which will attempt to mangle or nip off the other’s display feathers to oust the competition. If the damage is minor, the flags will regrow the following year, but the cut made a birg’s knife frequently takes the entire “hand” of the appendage, preventing a complete regeneration.

Milder imitations of this sport are practiced by both children and adults. One common variant involves two teams, each defending am urwuzhu (mid-sized livestock) with a ribbon or flag tied to some part of its body. The opposing teams attempt to remove the flag from each other’s animal and carry it back to their section of the village. Such games can become immensely rowdy and still result in a lot of bruises, scrapes, and animal bites. Twowi children play a similar game, but wanting for a farm animal will chase after a fellow birg’s tail tassels instead.

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I'm gonna tell you about some worldbuilding I did

So basically, a world of people who live on a massive conveyor belt

Like this

Each 'tile' is 1km×1km, and every 144 days, every tile moves forward once. A new tile is formed at the start, and the tile at the end is removed. Each tile has its own weather and plant life, but they gradiate with the tiles before and after.

Whenever a new tile is formed, ~30 people appear on that new tile, with the mental and physical maturity of about 6yos. The people on the final tile dissappear with it, no one knows what happens to them. The tile people spawn on is the furthest back they can go. They can go forward, closer to the disappearing tile, but not back. This means that everyone knows exactly when they die and can't do anything to escape it, and they are almost immortal until their tile dissappears (they still age tho, and at the same rate as us).

However, this means that when the 30 children are spawned on the new tile, no one can reach them. To help the children establish themselves, the people belonging to the tile just under them (~19 year olds) and the people who are a little younger have a large (and loud) festival to try to get the children to come to their tile so that they can be taught basic etiquette, language, be clothed and fed, and be taught how to survive in the odd world they live in. They stay around that tile and its adjacents until they're about 11. Then, they're slowly integrated into life living alone on their tile.

I tried to make it so that almost everything about their culture reflects how their world works, including their clothing. Their sashes are meant to resemple a conveyer belt, (which is why it's one massive loop) and has the odd slits to help them carry things.

This is tragic

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Guess who managed to learn an ancient method of Turning Thread Into Whatever from just a few articles and bad videos? That's right! My mother!

She taught me how to nalbind just this weekend, this is the ugly thing I made in the process:

And this is the collar of a poncho I'm working on now:

I had to undo it twice because I kept making mobius strips but this is one of the few crafts I haven't been compelled to drop immediately so hopefully I actually manage to finish it 🤞