#Catherine winfried

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Finally getting around to posting refs of my termina ocs, writing these kinds descriptions takes longer than i thought it would.

Character story

The silent Bohemian night reigns with an underlying uneasiness to it. You can't help but feel as if something sinister lurks in the horizon, just beyond where your eyes can reach..

In an attempt to ignore the chill underneath your skin, you reminisce about what has led you to this point in life…

You are the bastard daughter of the minister of All-mer’s church. From the moment you were able to understand the world around you, you knew you were not born to be loved. Your mother hardly paid any mind to you and your father was no different, if it wasn't for her threats to expose him for infidelity he would not have brought you into his home. You never saw that woman again, as the anchor that kept her stuck to that decrepit man was now in his own possession. For her benefit and your suffering, you stayed with your father.

Neither he nor his family were kind to you, it was clear as day that you were nothing more than an unwanted pest in their lives, one of which they aimed to take some benefit from by making you serve them as a houseworker. You were not allowed to eat at the table with everyone, nor receive beautiful clothes or a luxurious room. Years trailed at a snail’s pace as the man you loathed to call father continued to ignore your presence, on occasion he would allow you to enjoy some of the manor's luxuries, but only if you did an exceptional job on the house chores. The small room under the stairs was truly the only place you could call yours in the manor.

His wife despised your very existence and took it upon herself to make your life miserable, expecting you to excel on the most arduous tasks whilst still being available to tend to the family's every needs. There were many times you went to sleep with an empty stomach as a punishment from the mistress, other times you were left with a bruised face and a bleeding nose. With no one to care for you other than yourself, you learned how to tend to your injuries and illnesses with the help of some old medicine books from the mansion’s library. You took pride in your abilities to keep yourself alive and continued to improve your skills as the abuse became progressively worse.

On top of what you endured by the hands of the minister's wife, your half-sister was hardly any different from her, if anything, Madeline’s favorite activity was torturing you for her own amusement. Your shrieks of pain as she cut your face open with the ritual knife were a source of laughter for her, blood and tears stained the floorboards as the burning pain numbed all your other senses. You stitched your face back together, but no amount of healing could ever clear their remnants off of your face. She made you horrendous. Far too undesirable to look at to be around the manor when visits came by.

Your self-taught medical skills weren't enough this time, the depth of the cut was irregular, parts continued to bleed and stitches came off no matter how hard you wrapped your head with dirty old cloth fragments to keep it together.

Hate swelled inside of you with every string of pain, you were determined to never experience such suffering again. And so, you…

Stayed on the lookout for Madeline (Gain nearby awareness)

You stayed alert for your sister's ill intentions during all times of the day. The mixture of the aching of your injuries and the paranoia were incredibly taxing in your young mind, you became restless, anxious to the point where your heart always thrumped at an accelerated rate.

Nevertheless, it worked like a charm. You were able to evade your sister's grasp and even stop her in her tracks whenever she tried to hurt you or damage your few belongings. You felt proud of yourself even if it led to the mistress handing you more work out of Madeline’s complaints to her

Utilized your resources to the max of their potential (Gain resourceful worker)

To treat your pesky injury you made the absolute best out of the few materials you had in hand, reusing the same old cloth fragments to stop the constant bleeding and mixing a couple crushed herbs into blue vials to increase their capabilities. Keeping notes of your doings for whenever such tactics were needed again.

They worked, but not without undesirable consequences as your methods granted you a nasty infection that kept you bedridden for weeks. If it wasn't for the knowledge you gained on medicinal herbs from those old books you're certain you wouldn't have made it. You felt incredibly proud of yourself despite your rocky recovery.

After the fact you went on to dedicate all your free time into studying medicine. Countless sleepless nights were spent flipping through medical journals in the manor's library and filling notepad after notepad with knowledge you deemed essential. During the day, you dragged your exhausted body through the house chores, repeating whatever you read last night in your mind as you worked. Now whenever you got sick or hurt, not a single desperate tear was shed as you knew exactly what to do, which in turn made Madeline disinterested in tormenting you. It wasn't fun if your pain wasn't visible.

You watched as your half-sister’s physique blossomed into a beautiful woman while the conditions you grew under made yours grow skeletal and lanky, which paired with the nasty scars tainting your face made you loathe your appearance almost as much as you despise your sister and her entire family.

One evening, luck knocked at your door as a burglar broke into the manor and stabbed Madeline in the stomach amidst his escape. Your room under the stairs kept your presence unknown to the attacker, when it was safe, you followed her cries of agony and marveled quietly at the scene.

Your sister was dying, she couldn't even stand when the pain from the wound kept her legs in place. Blood soaked her clothes as her eyes screamed despair while you simply watched from barely a feet away.

For all the suffering she made you go through, her death would have brought you nothing but happiness…

Yet, you didn't allow that to happen. You grabbed a large towel and pressed against her abdomen to stop the bleeding, keeping her conscious as you waited for her parents to return home so she could be brought to a hospital. That woman couldn't fathom why you were doing this for her, but you were more than aware of where your intentions stemmed from.

Madeline would have died if it weren't for your actions, she's only alive because you allowed her to do so. Attaining a level of power over your beloathed sister of which she could never surpass, she owes her life to you for the rest of her pathetic existence and that fact filled you with a joyful sentiment much greater than if you had watched life drain from her eyes.

Your newfound brought you external consequences that had never crossed your mind at the pivotal moment. Madeline began treating you nicer, she started bringing you along her trips around town and lending you her belongings, chatting with you about life, seemingly interested in forging a real sisterly bond with you. With her abrupt change soon came her mother's, the mistress stopped demanding that you work around the house and began giving you money to buy good clothes and whatever your heart desired. 

In a matter of months you were treated no differently than your sister, even if your father would never officially recognize you as his daughter. These people now smiled kindly at your sight but none ever apologized, nor did they ever acknowledge the abuse you suffered in their hands as horrid as it was. You paid no mind to it though. What you seek in their care is the places their power can lead you to, and for that you can pretend to enjoy their presence.

You told your father of your interest in the medical field and he went on to pay for your tuition in Bremen’s most prestigious university. For the following years you were able to put all your time into something you truly loved while being miles away from those people, learning about procedures and tools you would never have access to if it weren't for the power you acquired over your disgraceful family.

During your studies, you couldn't help but think of the different ways your skills could be put to use…

Study anatomy and amputation (Gain hacking saw + ×1 bonesaw) 

Study anesthetic procedures (Gain chemical slumber)

When you graduated you wasted no time in joining the Bremen army. You were no fool to fall for Kaiser's lunatic preachings, but a lunatic with power certainly has its worth. If you were able to catch his attention then perhaps a fraction of this power could be passed onto you. Giddy with delight over the prospect, you packed your belongings while thinking of ways to make your abilities stand out amongst all other doctors and nurses in the army.

The reality of the situation was much harsher than you had anticipated, but you never cowered. Countless men on the brink of death came to you daily while the frail nurses grew sick with all the death and destruction, you took it upon yourself to put order in the situation and keep the men alive no matter how challenging or exhausting the procedures were. Each and every soul clinging to earth out of your doing added more power to your name, you were certain that if you kept this pace sooner or later Kaiser would direct his gaze towards you.

Keeping your sanity in check amidst the horrors of war was no easy task, you could feel your mind deteriorating as the months went by and the conflict worsened. Still, you never allowed anyone to see through the cracks in your persona, remaining as a miraculous savior for the most gruesome injuries despite being increasingly closer to your breaking point.

You were well aware that you would be unable to remain this way for much longer, not without a way to take off the edge��

Do some reading (Gain ×1 All-mer skin bible)

You used the brief moments of respite through the nights to read through the bible your sister gifted you the day you left home for university, it had been laying in the bottom of your bags untouched for several years. In the absence of anything better to do you decided to give it a shot, though it did nothing but remind you how much you despise magic and everything associated with it, especially the ones that dabble in your field.

You had heard about healing magic once or twice through casual conversations with your classmates back in the university, the reminder alone made your blood boil. A ritual circle and a sacrifice of some kind were all it took for any weak minded moron to achieve medical wonders that defied nature, requiring not a fraction of the effort you put into your work, yet capable of doing so much more than you could ever achieve with your own hands…

Your burning hatred pushed you towards working harder than you had ever before, dead set in showing your superior proficiency in comparison to those deranged cultists.

Drink your worries away (Gain ×2 Vodka)

Through the cold nights you navigated towards places where you could numb your senses with alcohol, be it establishments nearby or the army's own settlements where you knew soldiers would always sneak little things that could briefly take their minds away from the horrors.

Surrounded by men, you were thankful for having a good alcohol tolerance, but you had a hunch that they wouldn't try to do anything to you even if you were the type to become tipsy after a few sips. You could see it in their eyes, your efforts gave you an enormous level of respect amids both the soldiers and lieutenant. Your presence was striking and unquestionably imposing, if you ordered, these mindless buffoons would do anything you wished without question…

To have the confirmation that your power did increase significantly stroked your ego and pushed you towards working even harder.

But despite your continuous efforts, Kaiser hardly bat an eye on you. It seemed as if, in his eyes, you were no different than the countless other nurses in the Bremen army. Day by day that man’s ignorance filled your heart with ire as you grew to hate him and everything he stood for, but you were never the kind to give up, especially not after all the turmoil you endured thus far.

It may not have been what you envisioned but this project of yours certainly wasn't for nothing, as you received a command to travel to Prehevil, capital of Bohemia. Tasked with making a report on the town and assessing when would be the best time to coordinate and invasion. Perhaps if you excel in this task Kaiser will finally set his eyes on you…

With an unexpected trip on the horizon, how did you prepare?

Stock up on medical goods (Gain ×2 blue vial and cloth fragments)

Stock up on self-defense items (Gain Lugr Pistol and ×10 9mm Bullets)

Stock up on food (Gain ×2 dried meat and moldy bread)

Staring at the walls of the stuffy apartment you booked in order to lay low, you couldn't help but wonder if Kaiser himself hand-picked you for this task. Perhaps you are closer to your goal than you had anticipated.

Possibilities swarmed your mind until your consciousness slowly faded as you drifted off to sleep…

Character skills

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20 July 2017 | Britain's Prince William, Duke of Cambridge and his wife Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, listen to Heidelberg Mayor Eckart Wuerzner, as Baden-Wuerttemberg State Premier Winfried Kretschmann and his wife Gerlinde Kretschmann during their visit of the market place in the historic center of southern German town of Heidelberg. The British royal couple is on a three-day visit in Germany. (c) Thomas Kienzle/AFP via Getty Images

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And Then There Were Five!

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Continuing after Chapter 6

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Chapter 7

Catherine's POV 

20th July, 2017

Our second day in Germany started with visiting German Cancer Research Centre accompanied by Baden-Württemberg's Minister President Winfried Kretschmann. Later that day we took a tour of a traidtional German market in Heidelberg, indulged in some local fare and tried our hands at making the twisted doughy treats! I made it quite well at once but William struggled three times and then had done it in a bit 'inappropriate' way but he was so happy about it as everyone in the market clapped and appreciated his efforts, including me. When we were meeting the people in the market, William tightly wrapped an arm around my waist and I trembled so hard. He doesn't do it like this in public. But I don't mind when things get loose sometimes! I also put my arm around his back as we met more people. We engaged in a boat race on the River Neckar in Heidelberg. Before the race began, I jokingly told my crew, "No pressure, but I want beat my husband!"

When we were rowing, William was constantly looking at me and I was totally distracted from the race! 

His boat of amateur rowers pulled across the finish line first and he cheered for a few seconds and grinned at me. I love my William even more when I find that 19 years old boy I met at university hasn't changed much!

As we were leaving the site, now I put my arm around his waist and he trembled harder than I did! What was going on?!

"That was fun...", William said and took off his shoes, "Wasn't it?"

I looked at him and tried to pretend to be disappointed, "It was until you won!", I said and he laughed quietly, I couldn't control my laughter either and laughed too. But we didn't have much time to spend as laughing in our suit! We again had a reception to attend at the Clärchens Ballhaus.

"Keep it down", William whispered into my ear as I was trying to tie up my hair for the reception. I looked at him and he smiled.

"Like this?", I asked whispering too as I let go my hair free over my back.

William nodded and then kissed on my lips passionately. It was a surprise but I kissed him more as caressing his cheek. We were lost for the next few minutes until someone knocked at the door and said that we were getting late. We pulled back from each other, blushed so hard. William quickly fixed his shirt that I ruined and I brushed my hair one last time.

Chapter 8

William's POV 

We reached at Clärchens Ballhaus and I was still lost in my wife! Did she look way more beautiful? Well, I always find her too beautiful for my 'poor' eyes! I couldn't concentrate what was happening at the reception. I was only looking at my wife and I found her looking at me too! 

On the way back our hotel, in the car, Catherine placed a hand on my thigh and I held it tightly. I had no idea when we started kissing as forgetting everything! Embarrassing it was when our chauffeur looked back and immediately turned around and said quietly, "We've reached, Your Royal Highnesses."

Catherine got a mischievous smile as we left the car...

As I was changing, Catherine touched my back, "Shall I help?", she asked with twinkle in her eyes. I smirked and pulled her closer as she unbuttoned my shirt and then kissed me on lips a few times... Things had gotten too loose between us and we couldn't wait until getting changed... Our clothes were on the floor in a mess and we were lost as we lay in bed. I could feel my wife's pounding heart as my lips brushed her lips, neck and chest...

"We haven't been intimated since last two weeks", Catherine whispered as I was petting her hair. I smiled and kissed her on neck, made her trembling more than she already was.

She looked at me, "Don't start again!", she said as pretending to be annoyed and I just smiled again and caressed her cheek. She was on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her with all my warmth and gently kissed on her forehead as she sighed happily and snuggled into my chest more.

Chapter 9

Catherine's POV 

21st July, 2017

End of our tour in Poland and Germany. We were already on plane to back home. But before that we had visited Elbphilharmonie Concert Hall in Hamburg and Aurbus factory.

It was one of the worst plane journey for me although I don't have motion sickness. I struggled not to vomit. 

28th August, 2017

"For God's sake, Catherine... stop yelling for such a simple matter", William said as quietly as possible but I couldn't control my temper and slammed the door in his face. I felt so frustrated and covered my face in hands as trying to stop my tears. I got even more frustrated when I heard the sound of William's motor bike. He left home. Did I yell that much? This whole week was just awful to me. I had no control on myself. I've been constantly screaming and shouting with William over little little things... I sighed and lay down in bed and covered myself with a blanket. 

It was evening when I woke up and because of the sound of William's motor bike again. He was back. He was out of home all day because of me. I closed my eyes and a few minutes later William entered the room. I still had closed eyes but I know his scent. He sat down near my head and petted my hair, "Do you feel better than before?", he asked softly.

I looked at him and sighed, "I'm sorry for yelling at you like this", I said and closed my eyes again.

"Don't be..", William said, "I should be sorry that I left you instead of trying to know what was wrong... I understand you're not having a good time since a few days. Is it mood swing? Are you on your period?", he asked.

I startled and looked at him again but didn't say anything. It was day 34, I missed my period...

Chapter 10

William's POV 

30th August, 2017

"Will you be more late, Catherine?", I asked as knocking at the bathroom door. She was there for half an hour almost.

"Just one minute", she said.

I sighed and looked at my watch. We were about to visit a memorial garden, in memory of my mother Diana who has passed away 20 years ago... Catherine has always said she still lives with us. She lives in my heart, in George and Charlotte... And I have always believed it.

I came back into reality and knocked at the door again, "Catherine, what are you doing?"

The door opened and she came out.

"I'm sorry...", she said and smiled weakly. She was panting and sweating.

"Are you alright?", I asked and held her hands.

"Fine", she replied, "Let's go..", she said and stepped forward but I grabbed her waist, "You don't seem fine", I said, "What's happening, Babykins?"

She looked at me and smiled again, "I am really fine, nothing's happened. Don't be overprotective... Come on, let's go", she said and pulled my hand.

After our visit when we were back home, I felt terrible. All the memories of 31st August of 1997 was coming back in my mind. I tried not to think about them and put George and Charlotte in bed. Catherine was in the kitchen, she had told me to wait for her to go to sleep together. But I couldn't wait more, my head was tearing apart with aching. I sighed and went to the kitchen to tell her that I was going to sleep.

She was looking at something when I entered the kitchen. 

"Catherine...", I called her and she startled a bit and hid something in her hand. I wasn't really interested in it as I was honestly annoyed by her behaviour since morning. No one knows better than her how the last two days of August are too difficult for me even after 20 years. Yet she was behaving like nothing's happened. What was wrong with her?

"I was just coming to you in a few minutes", Catherine said nervously. 

"No pressure, you can stay here for more time. But I'm going to sleep. I got a horrible headache", I said in a cold voice.

Catherine seemed to be a bit sad, "Can you stay awake for just a few minutes yet?", she asked.

I tried not to be rude but I knew I couldn't hide, "I'm tired of your 'happiness', Catherine!", I said. 

Catherine stared at me for a few seconds and whispered, "You would not be if you knew..."

But I was such a jerk and didn't pay attention to that.

"I'm not in a mood to join you with your happy feeling on the day before my mother's 20th death anniversary, do you get it?", I said a bit loudly.

Catherine nodded, "I do...", she said quietly, "Go to sleep. You don't have to...", she wanted to say more but I left the kitchen before.

My headache had increased and I knew it wasn't possible for me to sleep with that. Even pain killer didn't help me. I just sat down on the sofa, leaned back and closed my eyes to endure it somehow.

A few minutes later Catherine came into the room. I looked at her and I immediately knew she was crying. My heart broke. I didn't mean to hurt Catherine like this.

She smiled at me, "I thought you would be sleeping", she said as getting up on the bed.

I sighed, "No, I couldn't", I said quietly and sat down next to her and called her name softly.

She didn't look at me but asked, "Is your headache gone?"

I shook my head, "No but it will be soon, I hope", I said and held her hand. She was stiffened and sighed.

"I... I am so sorry. I didn't want to behave like I did in the kitchen..", I said quietly. 

"It's okay", she said and sighed again. I wasn't annoyed towards her anymore now as I can never stand her tears, especially when I'm the reason for her tears.

"Kate, you know how these last two days of this month.. break me like nothing else", I said in broken voice, "I was just lost when I yelled at you in the kitchen.. I just wasn't in myself"

Catherine looked at me and tears filled her beautiful green eyes, "I know... And I only wanted to make this day a happier one for you this time and.. And maybe for every year to come"

I had no idea what she meant. She sniffed and opened the palm of her right hand. I guessed that's what she was hiding in the kitchen.

I saw a tiny white stick in her hand. Do I know this stick?!

To be continued...

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[laugtherhyena]

Hi funger fandom do y'all still remember me-

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Shout out to my friend for making 1st round people on dress to impress, gave me some brainworms

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Woah,, little guy-fied

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Straight people make me sick,, i hate them (massive lie)

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Continuing the relationship chart grind, look at how many goddamn arrows and multiple colors this bitch has. I wouldn't expect anything less form Mrs.Weird woman here.

Much like last time, check this post first if you're new here so you know who is who in this mess.

As an evil spiteful nurse most of Catherine's chart is composed of varying levels of dislike. While John is the only one with the hartred color all through the only reason she hates him that much if because he tries to kill her on day 1 morning, if it wasn't for that she really wouldn't have much opinion in the guy. Amos is actually the person she hates the most out of the whole cast, pretty much by default, since he is a priest and Catherine despises anything and everything related to religion or cultists or magic. Partially because the family that abused her for a good part of her life was heavily religious so she associates the practices and devotion with them, but also because she prides herself in her work a lot and feel as if using magic for things, especially healing, is incredibly lazy and requires no real skill or ability. Seeing people be able to grow entite limbs back in some rituals while the best she can do is stitch them back up makes her feel worthless and she hates that more than anything, it's a blow to the ego, what more can i say.

That's literally the whole reason she has such a bone to pick with Amos because if she stopped being an asshole for one and learned how he was forced to become a dark preist and actually dislikes that heavily I'm sure she wouldn't dislike him that much. But she'll never take time off her day to be around him unless absolutely necessary, so that's not happening.

She dislikes Kit for basically the same reason as Amos, tho his less bad because his main god isn't All-mer (the one her family devoted themslves to the most, which is also the church kind Amos was a part of) + seeing him be an absolute outcast and lacking even a basic knowledge of how it is to be normal and a part of society due to the cult he grew up in validates her beliefs that cultists are just deranged people who will ruin their own lives in favor of devoting themselves to a god that doesn't care for them. She pities him, but that pity isn't enough to make her feel genuinely bad for the guy, she will just be a dick that glares at him from the sinelines and find some form of twisted enjoyment from seeing him suffer because of his ties to the wolfmasks.

On a similar note of dislike mixed with weird feelings we have Lola, who is an odd one out in her humongous hate list because Catherine tens to have a soft spot for women who had harsh upbringing and/or grew up in poverty because she also went through hell while growing up, while Lola did have a pretty harsh life that is ironically a factor in why Cathetine dislikes her so much.

She sees herself in her, as they were both essentially forced to become houseworkers from a young age for one reason or another. But since Lola never tried to change that status or pursue genuine passions she had in life, bending to other's wills and becoming incredibly submissive as an adult because of that, Catherine absolutely loathes her because in her eyes she's looking at the kind of person she could very well have become if she didn't take certain paths in life and she hates that so so much, tho the "I relate to you heavily" keeps her from despising this girl in the same way she does with John and Amos. And hey, i do think that in certains situations she may be kind with her for once, there's just a heap of weird feelings and (self) hate involved.

Continuing on the dislike section we have Claire and really the main reason she dislikes her is because at the start of termina Claire follows her around trying to see if she can overhear any news about Kaiser's supposed plan of invading Prehevil, Catherine is from his army after all and if she's there Claire believes she can maybe check if those rumors hold true. Naturally, Cathy dislikes being stalked, which is made worse by the fact that Claire takes pictures of her around town (Catherine hates her appearance) which in turn leads to Cathy destroying her camera in a bit of a squabble during day 1 morning.

The thing is that this dislike can turn into gratitude and slight respect if Claire is the one to find and listen to her in the bop's hideout during day 1 night (which is Cathy's recruiting event), so much so that she is the only one of the playable characters of who Catherine will tell that she was indeed sent to Prehevil to scout the place and report when would be the best time for the army to invade it + how now she plans on calling them to come anyway so that they can be killed by the moonscorches as a revenge of sorts since by this point she believes Kaiser send her there to die (essentially saying she is disposable and you bet she hated that idea a lot).

Lastly we have Addison and Matyas who are in the dislike/intrigue mixture for basically the same reason of Catherine finds them incredibly annoying and can't stand being around them, Addison because of how paranoid and scaredy he becomes when termina starts and Matyas for his delusional ramblings and scaredy cat-ness as well.

Onto the neturals we have Hilda and Anatol who she really doesn't hold much of an opinion on. Hilda doesn't talk to her and she won't bother going after her either but she does find Anatol tolerable, mainly because he is Ebba's boyfriend and she likes both Ebba and Mary for the previously mentioned soft spot she has for girls who grew up in terrible environments. Tho i would say she likes Mary a bit more than she likes Ebba because she finds her ability to keep on living/fighting despite being incredibly injured impressive from a medical standpoint + Ebba taking advantage of Mary upsets her a little.

Lastly we got the Vinson brothers which are a source of intrigue to her because Cathy never had a good or even normal relationship with her sister so she likes observing the two out if wondering if that's how siblings are actually meant to be, she can tell that despite arguing and butting heads quite often both Damian and Leslie care a lot for one another which is something she finds both sweet and saddening because Madeline has never had this form of genuine care for her even after she started being nice to her.

While she is somewhat similar to Damian due to both of them being very no-nonsense sort of people who focus on their goals above most other things, they don't actually get along that well? They will work fine if they're sticking together for survival but if left on their own devices they will probably just never talk because Damian finds her sketchy/suspicious/potentially dangerous and since Cathy can tell he looks at her weirdly she will act accordingly.

Leslie on the hand is the person she likes the most out of the entire cast, surprisingly because i feel at first glance she didn't thought much of him and only really started interacting with him out of being curious about the brothers. A handful of the things he'd say to her confused her immensely because she could not tell he was trying to show interest in her out of never having had anyone come towards her with that sort of intention, when he did make that clear with some kind of straightforward compliment it also confused her a lot but more as a form of denial of sorts.

Catherine is really funny to because she will be a spiteful power hungry asshole that is some level of rude to basically everyone she knows on a daily basis but she will crumble into an emotional mess the second someone reasures her that she is not an eyesore. Physical appearance is Catherine's deepest insecurity both due to the scars on her face and her body shape in general, so the idea that another person can like it let alone find her attractive is absolutely mind boggling to her. Knowing Leslie likes her that much makes her incredibly flustered but also drawn to him more and more through the festival since she longs to be loved even if Cathy herself would never admit it. (This isn't to say he only likes her for the looks tho, what made him set his eyes on her was Catherine being creepy and weird)

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Theory crafting

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Puppeteer sketch I'm prooooooobably not gonna finish or anything, but i think I'm finally settling on a design for this thing

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Remember your fear and hunger oc? I just found it, and I'm in love. I would love to see potential moonscorched version, if its not already done?

If you meant Ingrid then i did post about her moonscorch a while back, but if you mean my newer termina ocs them i do have their moonscorches thought out too! I ust haven't made proper drawings to post them w everything organized ^^'

Still, have this old art and sketches as a treat

Direwolf, Puppeteer and Gravesite. John, Catherine and Mary's moonscorches respectively. Feel free to ask more about them if you feel like it :]

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Thinking back to how my original idea for Catherine was as a Csm oc back when chapter 161-162 were new; the stitches fiend! Whose power is to stitch together people's severed body parts and restore them to perfect health regardless of how guresome the injury was, so long as the person is still alive to some extent.

I ended up not doing anything with the idea back then because i was like "Carol you barely care about csm part 2, don't make another oc for a manga you only mildly enjoy" and you know what? I'm so glad i did that because i enjoy Catherine infinitely more as a weird ass nurse in termina than a part 2 oc

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The Next Page / Available at www.draw-down.com / The Next Page gathers the thoughts of The Liberated Page on #contemporary #books and #publishing. An international union based in Geneva, Switzerland, The Liberated Page aims to support and promote the critical and intellectual dissemination of #artistsbooks and independent editions across the world. This book, published after an exhibition of the same name at the #NewYorkArtBookFair at #MoMAPS1 features contributions from Jungle Books, Mathieu Christe (Footnotes), Edition Patrick Frey, Catherine Gottraux (Cadrat Éditions), Winfried Heininger (Kodoji Press), Adrien Horni, Philippe Karren (Sphères), Guadalupe Ruiz (Horni Ruiz), Georg Rutishauser (edition fink), Izet Sheshivari (Boabooks), Benjamin Sommerhalder (Nieves), and Jan Steinbach (Edition Taube). Published by #Boabooks

[laugtherhyena]

You're so right

Hi funger fandom do y'all still remember me-