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Yes I do!
I like to think that he is mostly avoided by most shadows but isn’t hated. Sure most of them might be less forgiving to him than others but they all just tolerate him. After all most shadows when alive were a bit of an assholes/tried to kill Jinwoo but in this instances because Hwang went for Jinho they might share Jinwoo’s emotions on that one :) (does that make sense??)
Iron HATES Greed for several reasons: first is that he “abandoned” South Korea for America and I like to think a lot of or most Koreans dislike him for that. Then with Greed’s addition to the army Iron stopped being the only human which made him kinda upset.
Greed spends most of his time in the shadow realm and surprisingly gets along with shadow dwarves (the ones we see in the additional chapter or Og SL). He is also the one doing the more tedious work like assigning different shadows to build infrastructure in the shadow realm as one of the smarter shadows. I also like to think Hwang was kinda ish smart in mathematics so who knows, maybe he would invent money in the shadow realm??
Greed is actually really chill but he is still destructive and spiteful at times but mostly keeps his head down.
Bellion is constantly up his ass about acting more like a proper soldier. I guess Greed is standing somewhere with Giants getting scolded.
Jinwoo still is hesitant to call forth Greed most of the time which of course breaks Greed’s heart but there are barely any hate left in Jinwoo.
He alongside Beru created a garden in the shadow realm where sometimes high ranking shadows like to have tea parties
The shadow ice elves (I like to think that Baruka was arised as a shadow or aka Blades as the game called him) like to pull pranks on other fellow shadow soldiers but Greed is the one suffering the most because he is unable to go and tell on them Jinwoo knowing Jinwoo most likely is not going to do anything with it regarding it as “kids playing around” (Jinwoo you are such a neglectful master…)
And eh? I guess that is all I got sadly 🙃 Greed is a really hard character to write because I really cannot think of anything to give him. He is just kinda crazy but keeps it lowkey as a shadow soldier…
Hope you will like my silly headcanons! It is funny how not much I can write about him but still made a whole separate chapter for him in one of my fics about shadows. I really struggle with him but I quite like him nonetheless! Not Hwang brothers they are assholes.
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IM FREE!
Hey shadows we are LIVE in 10mins! See y'all soon!
I AM FREE FROM THE PAINT!
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In the shadowy alleys where secrets take flight and whispered confessions curl like smoke in the cool night air, a lone figure emerges, cloaked in darkness, the glint of a hidden weapon barely visible beneath a tattered trench coat. Neon signs flicker overhead, casting ghostly reflections on rain-slicked pavement, turning the world into a vibrant yet surreal canvas of blues and reds—each color a heartbeat in the pulse of unseen danger. An abandoned building looms in the background, its broken windows like watchful eyes, hiding stories of betrayal and longing; the air thick with suspense, heavy as the fog rolling in from distant echoes of sirens. This is a world where chiaroscuro reigns, and every color tells tales of vengeance, loyalty torn asunder, and the always looming question: who will emerge from the shadows unscathed?
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Took a photo of this lastnight. Still some cleaning to do and all but I have painted the room, the window sills and trim as well as oiled the floor lol. Our bedroom! lol
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Which Edition of D&D had the best design/artwork of a Nightwalker?
Third Edition
Fourth Edition
Fifth Edition
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In the heart of a city draped in shadows, whispers weave through the cobblestone alleys like tendrils of smoke, each corner a cradle for secrets long buried. The gas-lit street lamps flicker, casting elongated silhouettes of forgotten figures—phantoms of an age where the veil between reality and myth thickened like fog. Distant echoes of laughter mingle with the rustle of unseen things, as the moon, a pale voyeur, bathes the crumbling facades in a ghostly glow. Here, the air is steeped in the irony of old tales that speak of lovers lost beneath crumbling bridges and creatures that slink through night, always just beyond the edge of sight. One can almost feel the heartbeat of the city, thrumming with stories yearning to be unearthed, each one more sinister than the last, whispering the names of those who once walked the streets, now part of the urban tapestry, forever intertwined with the dark fabric of legend.
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