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hello, friendly reminder that hoobert’s birthday is tomorrow (april 17th)! feel free to send birthday asks if you would like, and i’ll get around to them when i’m not plagued with online school. <3

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hello, friendly reminder that hoobert’s birthday is tomorrow (april 17th)! feel free to send birthday asks if you would like, and i’ll get around to them when i’m not plagued with online school. <3

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DOROBERT (my brain melts)

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icb hubert von vestra invented voice changers in fódlan so the flame emperor could exist

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ya i forgot to post this bc it’s a minor asf detail but hubert ties his hair into a tiny little ponytail for the ball. makes him look dashing. he wears little(!) black hoop earrings too. my son.... dance with him,

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lorenz | ambitionsrelic‌:

     “Might I have the next dance?”

         “ were it not that lady edelgard insisted upon my participation in at least one dance, i would have said no.  do not take it personally, lorenz, ” hubert murmurs, reaching out with a huff to take one of his classmate’s hands into his own, the other resting cautiously on his waist as they step onto the ceremonial dance floor.  

         “ despite our differences in opinion, i am truthfully ... somewhat relieved you were the requester.  you are likely one of the best dancers in this year’s class. ”  don’t get comfortable, lorenz.  compliments spilling from the snake’s mouth are not often.  hubert’s stare is unyielding, and his grip around lorenz’s hand is surprisingly gentle.  “ if i must dance, i may as well attempt to enjoy it, however frivolous. ”

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ashe | arrowsfly‌:

❛ it’s not funny, hubert !! ❜

❛ i’m stuck !! ❜

         “ right, ” hubert murmurs, sighing.  truth be told, hubert isn’t exactly the strongest person to rely on getting you down in a situation like this ( especially given his fear of heights ), but given his duties are complete for the evening, he supposes it would be cruel of him not to help his fellow classmate out of his troublesome situation.  “ if you jump down, ashe, i cannot promise i will catch you.  i could fetch a ladder instead? ”

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Indian Khanjar Dagger, c.1900

Fine Indian Dagger Khanjar c.1900, curved double edge ‘chevron’ blade made from alternate sections of watered and plain steel, slightly raised central rib and swollen point, bright gilt copper hilt engraved with flowering foliage, pommel cap unscrews to reveal a compartment for unguents/poison etc, in its purple velvet covered sheath with pierced foliate copper gilt mounts. Fine condition. Blade 23cms.

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good morning everybody! shoutout to everyone for putting up with my bouts of inactivity and slow replies 😭... ! i’m just happy to be here and write when i can, so thanks for sticking around. 💗 you know if you can’t find me here to find me on ingrid or leonie. mwah!

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byleth | edgecfdawn‌:

☀️ — NORMALLY HE WOULD SERVE AS PRACTICE FOR HUBERT’S MAGIC. While his own powers with Reason were, at this point, not as potent as his former student, he instead offered unparalleled RESISTANCE to such magic. So, if Hubert wished to experiment and it didn’t go particularly well, he did not have to worry about harming him. But in this case they worked with WEAPONS, something Byleth was far more well versed in and, when it came to blades, an expert in. 

He did not teach most students about throwing knives, as most did not benefit from learning. But it was a talent Byleth found incredibly useful as a mercenary, and something Hubert would enjoy both practically and aesthetically. He watches every movement of his hand as the knife leaves it, resisting the smallest of QUIRKS to the corner of his mouth as the sharp shout released in the process.

“I needed to practice a long while before I became accurate, especially in high pressure situations.” In a way he HAD to get better, lest he be dead several times over. “You have improved a great deal since I first began teaching you - take pride in that”

         “ i will do my best,” he replies with a short laugh.  despite his pride in his line of work, his pride in himself is somehow minimal.  hubert, catching his breath, turns to face his former professor as he speaks.  hubert is unused to praise from anyone save for byleth ( or rarely edelgard ), always encouraging him when his hard work pays off.  still, even for a throw that would have potentially missed a fatal organ, byleth compliments him.  it puzzles the dark knight so, so he has to logic through it in his head — he decides that it’s better for his teacher to focus on his self - improvement rather than reprimand him — after all, hubert beats himself up enough for more than a few lifetimes’ worth.  

         in honesty, it is nothing short of astounding how far hubert and byleth have both come in terms of personal growth, and in growing closer to one another.  years ago, had someone suggested such fondness to hubert, he would have cackled in their face.  despite this, the young man finds himself comfortable in byleth’s company, far more than most anyone else in his life.  perhaps it is foolish of him, but after all this time, he feels his trust has been earned.

         hubert crosses his arms, narrows his yellow - green eyes at byleth.  “ perhaps i should put my skills to the test on my upcoming tasks, ” he muses, raising a brow.  emitting a small, curious ‘ hm ’ sound, he reaches into the satchel of throwing knives and fishes another one out, examining it between his fingers before turning away from his mentor to face the target ahead of him again.  “ if practice is what made you into a superior marksman, it could very well do the same for me. ”  and with that and a grunt, he steps forward and hurls the knife into the target with all his might, the twirling blade landing only a fraction of an inch to the right of the knife he’d thrown prior.

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                                                     𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.

                       canon divergent black eagles recruited ingrid galatea, by blue.                                              please read rules before interaction.

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(does one draft) (runs)

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jeritza | detheknyght‌:

“ it matters not to me,  one way or the other. ”  yet he knows better than to turn the vulnerable splay of his back to anyone,  friend or foe —– especially someone like hubert,  who edges so delicately between the two —– so he keeps his chest and chin forward.  then removes one cookie from the bag,  holding it carefully,  a cherished thing,  as if one crumble would ruin it.  “ i have not seen such things in a long time … ” 

reminiscence dips his gaze down. 

“ … she used to bake them with our mother.  however,  i was rarely able to indulge in the treats. my  siblings  would always … ”  a resistance dwindles his lips,  screws the corners of his expression for a moment.  “ —– no,  i do not wish to speak of them. ” 

he resettles his gaze on hubert.  as appreciative as he is,  he cannot keep the thought that such a debt is  intentional.  he unfurls one palm at the fingertips,  a means of explanation.  “ you have my gratitude …  though i have no means by which to repay you. ” 

         he takes into account what the knight says about his family prior, but says nothing in response.  it would be disrespectful to bring it back up, given jeritza’s abrupt self - interruption of the topic of family.  hubert clears his throat.

         “ you are not required to repay me, ” hubert states, curious peridot eyes narrowing.  his arms cross.  he understands why jeritza would think this way, given hubert is something akin to an employer.  and to keep someone doing their finest work, it would be in an employer’s interest to keep the employee pleased.  despite this, hubert is a student and jeritza a teacher.  not once does his gaze leave the professor, honestly too intrigued to simply leave the conversation at this point.  additionally, he supposes he owes jeritza more explanation, should he request it.  the snakelike student wonders if perhaps this act of kindness should have been left in his afterthoughts, never seeing the light of reality.

         despite hubert’s often malicious thoughts towards those who slither in the dark, he views jeritza as more of a comrade than someone to be eventually torn down.  he is simply a product of their violent society, yet at the same time he is a survivor ( even if he did not come out unscathed ).  nevertheless, he finds himself irritated that his actions could not come across as all he intended them to be: a pleasurable gift meant as appreciation.  hubert grits his teeth and tilts his head.  “ i do not wish for a favor from you, nor do i require any material possessions.  to see you take enjoyment in something, however small, is payment enough. ”

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i just finished a cf run so i can finally say ive played the game! whos going to enable me to make a byleth :]

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ruby | thuskindlyiscatter‌:

          ‘ GAH - !! hubert ! hey there, uh … sorry. ‘ sheepishly, rose’s right hand releases its grip from the staff of her scythe to rub at the nape of her neck. ‘ i got a little caught up in the moment. are … you okay ? ‘

         “ as i said before, i am fine, due to my AWARENESS ON THE BATTLEFIELD. ”  hubert sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly before looking back to her.  she is young... she is naive, perhaps, as hubert once was as a young boy.  “ should such a catastrophe occur in the vicinity of lady edelgard, i will have to end your life before your scythe makes a full swing.  SO, then, ruby, it is for your benefit that you take some time to consider just how large your weapon is before the next time the black eagles step onto the battlefield.  have i made myself clear? ”

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yes, my new mobile description is evanescence lyrics. i will not be taking criticism at this time. 

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         “ please be CAREFUL where you swing your scythe on the battlefield, ruby, ” hubert scolds, arms crossing.  “ you are lucky that i am observant.  if not, you would have taken my head clean off my shoulders. ”

@thuskindlyiscatter​ UH - OH, SOMEONE’S IN TROUBLE