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askhubertvonvestra · 7 months
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One of the most fun things about Hubert is the range on this man, lol. I was listening The Plagues from Prince of Egypt (again, despite being agnostic af), and it just amazes me that he can be every single role in it.
Some changes and some lyrics skipped for canon/brevity, ofc.
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Hubert: I send a pestilence and plague Into your house, into your bed Into your streams, into your streets Into your drink, into your bread Upon your cattle, on your sheep Upon your oxen in your field Into your dreams, into your sleep Until you break, until you yield
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Also Hubert: Once I called you father Once I thought the chance to make you proud Was all I ever wanted… This was my home All this pain and devastation How it tortures me inside All the innocent who suffer From your stubbornness and pride
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ALSO Hubert: You who I called father How could you have come to hate me so? Is this what you wanted? Then let my heart be hardened And never mind how high the cost may grow This will still be so I will never let your people go
And you can see it so many different ways too! Whose stubbornness and pride? His father's? His own? You could even say Edelgard if you wanna shuffle the canon around.
Not to mention that by referring to TWSD as his father's people, he'd be stripping the late Lord Vestra of his humanity. A big gesture.
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pumpkin-magpie · 4 months
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More exam stuff
Also I decided the main character has nine moms and those are two of them: their biomom ( I forgot what I named her ) and Loon (brown:3)
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earl-grey-love · 1 year
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*puts on my tinfoil hat*
So like, reading between the lines, ain't it kinda implied that Sol was mortal around the time of a "great sickness".... like a plague...
And Barbs brought him to the dvildom... and he really really hates rats.... because they bring nothing but calamity...
I'm seeing a correlation. The spirits are speaking to me...
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1tarashka1 · 1 year
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I’ve been playing Clangen a lot lately, so here is some lazy sketches of my very edgy Ruinclan
So I won’t explain the Clanmates because I plan to draw them at least seminormal, but I will explain how clan was formed, the first leaders death (the second thingy) and clan founder
!Warning! This will have small desription of deаths of cats and about a plаgue so
This is propably very cringey and not accurate. I haven’t been in this fandom for around ten years or so. Also english is not my first language, sorry for all of the mistakes
So Ruinclan has started as a rescue mission of sort. Cats were running from the great plague that killed almost everyone in their previous clan. So small group of survived cats was sent away to start a new clan. Thats were clan founder comes in. Alderfern (she-cat) decided to show up as a ghost and show them a place were her clan died as a new place for their clan. Cats thought that she was joking when she said that her whole clan died because of a curse. This was propably not a joke (most of my cats died just been one moon in clan). Cats decided to call themself a Ruinclan because they started at the ruins (ye very smart me)
So the first leader was Tulipstar (tom). He was very wise and got buried alive by colapsing burrow at 154 moons of age on the second moon of the clan. Alderfern wasn’t very impressed.
Also addressing the eye in the middle of the leaders cats head. I know that there were no such thing in Warrior cats, but I mean, there are cats that are getting 9 lives and technically become immortal(ageles???) in this books(or at least in the game, I can’t quite remember the books), so why not an eye in the middle of the head to show that
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gladiatefm · 1 year
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𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙲𝚄𝙿 . 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙿𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝚄𝚁 .      
mikey underhorn , district thirteen
— 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂
full name: mikiyla gloriana underhorn
nicknames: mikey
age: 40
gender / pronouns: cis woman , she  /  her
orientation: bisexual
cccupation: soldier , undercover as a gamemaker
home: district thirteen
— 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴
eye colour: brown
hair colour: brown
build: petite , muscular
height: 5′3″
piercings: lobes , cartilage
tattoos: her ex husband's name on her neck
distinctive features: calloused hands , scar running from her neck to her elbow
face claim: natalie portman
TW : death of a spouse , plague
— 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈
you hateful little thing . how can so much rage fill a body so small ? so small and yet you built and built until you felt nothing but the smooth ripples of muscle beneath your skin . you are strong, you will be nothing else but this .
from the beginning you have been forced to fight . first you fought the onslaught of plague that almost ended district thirteen for good, sick in your bed you pulled through until you promised yourself you would never feel such weakness again . as soon as you were able you joined thirteen's defences . young but determined, you clawed through their ranks . you ran, you lifted, you trained until you were unrecognisable from the tiny wisp of a girl who almost lost a fight to sickness . no one believed you could do it — it didn't deter you, but it sure as hell pissed you off .
little spitfire . he started calling you that and you hated him for it . and then you knew him . the rebellion pulled itself together after katniss everdeen's stunt in the games and soon you were training alongside him . yarro ashfall . you tried to hate him, but you couldn't . two years later, you were married .
you had five years of happiness when it happened . coin sent you both out to the woods beyond thirteen , your mission was to find refugees making their way to the swallowed district . it was a quiet day, but then the birds went still and your ears pricked up , you bared your teeth . hushed, your training took over when you saw them, a squadron of capitol peacekeepers . what were they doing out there ? you couldn't think, you could only fight . you left bleeding , scarred , and aching . you left a widow .
it didn't take long for thirteen to smother you . you couldn't breathe down there . your training tried to detach you from your feelings, to make you the perfect soldier . you fought that too . you couldn't stop fighting, and you couldn't stop feeling . you felt a rage so wild it could have spun out of your control — the only reason you could stand upon your own two feet was the promise that you would see the capitol burn .
you ended up there eight years ago . the undercover recruitment began and you threw yourself forward, desperate to be free of your underground prison . you were to be a gamemaker, to establish yourself within the capitol and prove yourself . you've done what you can, helped to devise new methods in which to murder these children . you promised yourself that you could live with it, you were playing the long game . there are worst games to play .
the time has come, finally . you and plutarch have come together to bring the arena down, but you can barely make it through the day . your jaw aches from forcing back the vitriol you feel for the other gamemakers, knuckles white from holding back the punches you want to swing .
you're almost there, but every limb is on fire with rage . hold on a moment longer .
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i fear three things in this world
social situations
mold
catching rabies/malaria/the bubonic plague
and i have good reasons for each
social anxiety and/or probable autism
mold can kill you when eaten and when you see it the mycelium (fungus roots essentially) are already spread throughout the food (this fear was made more extreme when i watched half of a documentary about mushrooms)
all three of the illnesses above can be caught, once you see rabies symptoms you're too far gone, malaria is a bit more far fetched as i live in ohio which doesn't have that but my kindergarten teacher (awesome guy) had us watch a video on malaria (i think it was to spread awareness for a fundraiser) and the plague, well, there are some places in the southwest us where the fleas on rodents can carry the plague
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the-quiet-light · 3 months
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Drunk anon was killed at the hands of an ai version of Kopi!!!
I'm sure you know what she looks like already, but ai kopi is identical in looks to her!
Hah, and don't get me STARTED on the plague that's been going around!
-helpful anon
”Plague?! WHAT-“
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akashigadabi · 8 months
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So. I’m either gonna be really active or not active at all. My husband just tested positive for C0VID19, and I’ve been taking care of him since he started not feeling well, so even if I don’t get sick myself, I’ll be busy with him until he feels better.
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anna-scribbles · 3 months
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adrien tell ur mom to leave me alone !
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potato-lord-but-not · 4 months
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heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I
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strayklds · 3 months
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HAN / AS I TOLD YOU (말하자면) ⋆ 221216
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tortol · 11 months
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miku binder joan of arc
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cosmicdreamgrl · 2 months
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shine dream smile 💜 [ 𝖼𝗋: 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 ]
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nomsfaultau · 4 months
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guys if they have Christmas in the Dream SMP, did they have to nail Jesus on the cross three times, once for every canon life?
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konigsblog · 2 months
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cw: kidnapping, non-con elements.🩸
sigh, all i'm thinking about is kidnapper-könig live streaming his assault on you. :(
it's not always him pinning you down and having his way with you, sometimes he'll keep the camera live recording you in your little dog cage, watching you sob pathetically and miserably, looking into the camera with glossy eyes and a frown.
he'll record him spoonfeeding you too - forcing you to sit obediently on his large lap, whilst your wrists and ankles are tied with rope, pushing the spoon into your mouth and slapping you when you begin rejecting his home cooked food through depression.
he loves getting your hopes up, allowing you to wander around the house curiously with the door cracked a little bit open, before dragging you back down by the collar around your neck, shaming you for thinking about leaving and escaping his ‘love’...
kidnapper-könig rants about his infatuation with you to krueger, telling him about your misbehaviour, and the reason you're forced to act like a dog and clean his boots on all fours. perhaps he'll allow krueger to have some fun with you, showing off all the skills you've learnt from being with könig; dragging your tongue up and down his shaft and sucking on his heavy balls.
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gladiatefm · 1 year
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𝙽𝙾 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 / 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙴 danya hasri , district thirteen
amita suman . demi woman . she / they ➶ i recognise that face ! that’s danya hasri , the twenty seven year old undercover medic from district thirteen . they’ve been in the capitol around two years , long enough to gain a reputation for being so compassionate & withdrawn . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character is part of the uprising )
— 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂
full name: danya ditya hasri
nicknames: none
age: 27
gender / pronouns: demi woman , she / they
orientation: heterosexual
cccupation: soldier , undercover medic
home: district thirteen
— 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴
eye colour: brown
hair colour: black
build: slim , petite
height: 5′5″
piercings: small gold hoops all way to the cartilage of both ears
tattoos: none
distinctive features: black hair falling to the small of her back
face claim: amita suman
— 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈
TW : plague
sickness swept the world out from under you . orphaned by a plague that all but wiped your district out , you learned the art of silence . you had nothing left , nothing but your own company and the foster parents who kindly took you in , but they never understood the quiet child with a depthless darkness behind their eyes .
you knew you wanted to be a solider , if only because you wanted to be a part of something real . and because you were good , god you were good . you could slip by almost anyone unnoticed , you little slip of a girl , the one they called the ghost . you did well , so well that you were chosen as part of the squadron going into the capitol . you're in over your head , but what do you have to lose ?
the mission was simple until it wasn't , to relay intel to thirteen and establish a cover no one could peek past . you settled in well , found training as a medic , your cover was well established by the time more details came .
you were going into the training center , flanked by the squadron you've grown to love . they're the family you've wished for since you were a child , when your own was stolen from you . into the belly of the beast with something you can't bear to lose .
you handle the pressure well , your ears pricked catch every last word passing through the med bay . you avoid the eyes of your squadron mates in the lobby , the gymnasium , anywhere you find them slipping pieces of paper into their pockets , the ghost you were remains . but you feel alive , god you feel so alive .
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