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Most upsetting part about all this is that, in spite of my DR origins, Kork didn't even cross my mind her until i finished picking a color scheme, took a step back and went "Oh. Oh no"
#on a good note Catherine despises her sister with every cell of her body#so i think no incest makes her better than Korekiyo by default❤️#also this just proves that i would find Kork incredibly attractive if he wa a woman so. there's that too i guess#hyena scribbles#fear and hunger oc#termina oc#termina 1st round#Catherine winfried#not what I'm called#meme#shitpost
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Evil Kindness
You were born into a cruel world. People will hurt others and themselves, just for a morsel of meat. A world of old gods and cults, and a world of simple and unending cruelty.
It's no surprise you ended up as you did.
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Catherine Winfried, an OC made by laugtherhyena, was created for the Fear and Hunger universe. That much is obvious knowledge, I am well aware-- as is everything I state in the following article.
Born as the daughter of man who knew no loyalty, only his own desires. Born a bastard, and born to be despised.
She was born with no power, which will only ever cause a yearning for it. Something similar is written in the introduction of the 2017 copy of The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. "Yes, they will gladly take positions of power over other women---and, possibly, especially--- in systems in which women as a whole have scant power; all power is relative, and in tough times any amount is seen as better than none."(Page XVI)
This lack of power sprouted from being born as a result of control over one's desires--- or, more accurately, lack thereof. Perhaps this could be attributed to the old god Sylvian, perhaps the man could claim his actions as a way of honoring her.
But that is simply not the case, especially seeing as he didn't participate in a marriage of flesh. Neither he, nor his wife, worshipped the goddess in such a way. They were mere mortals, living there life seemingly cult-free. Mortals who, nonetheless, were as cruel as gods who seemingly abandoned them. Perhaps Gro-goroth, destruction embodied, is the god in which they worshipped.
However, what is known is that there is knowledge of Alll-mer. Be it from worship or something else is unknown.
This comes into play later in Catherine's life, however. As her family is still the primary focus.
They took things she never realized she wanted until it led to her suffering from dysmorphia, and they took things she knew she did just for the joy of it. She was not born with a skeletal frame, nor those scars, after all. She was the tortured, the beaten, the bruised. She was the laughing stock, the punching bag, and the servant.
She was not born to be one's daughter, she was born to be one's slave. Her life was never meant to have any meaning beyond that.
But one could say it had a plus side, at least for her. Learning medical knowledge to heal herself. She had no choice, but it gave her something to do other than feel sorry for herself.
Which drives back to the topic of power. Her sister was stabbed by a thief. And what better way to get power than to be kind? Than to heal?
Kindness is never seen as inherently evil, nor is healing. Both come from a good heart, at least stereotypically. Why would someone show acts of kindness to those who hurt them beyond repair, if not because their heart was good?
The answer is simple. To heal is a form of power, the same goes for kindness. But Catherine needs not compliments to make others trust her-- as the medical knowledge she provides, the work she does to aid others, is all the kindness that is needed to gain her own twisted little power.
After all, when human life, a fragile thing, falls into the hands of the tormented... Well, what can be expected to happen?
"All power is relative."
There's that quote again. But it applies here, too.
The moment she healed the person who damaged her face, the moment she healed one of the many who made her life a living hell, she gained a power over her. A sick and twisted power akin to a life debt. If Catherine desired something, she could most certainly use the life she saved to get it-- she is owed that much.
And, sure, while she'd never do it... with enough medical knowledge, you can make any death look like an accident.
Even with that life debt, and the kindness that came to it, she was never a daughter, nor was she ever the recipient of an apology. But what did it matter? She carried both life and death on her hands, like a god of sorts, and that power is always something to get drunk on. Especially when it leads to paths towards more of it.
Catherine Winfried became that kind of cruel, cruel, woman. That is what one's surroundings does. Perhaps if she had loving parents or a loving sister, she would have been kind and selfless, but the heartless reality made her cold and selfish.
But, at the same time, she is kind. In a world of cannibalism and sex cults and awful, awful, beings, she is something of a saint... in a way. As her service only comes with one charge, and that is giving her power. But that's never something her patients will realize, at least not until it is too late.
That is the kind of woman she is. A strange, strange, woman. She is not kind, she is not empathetic, but at the same time she is not unkind or apathetic.
What she is, however, is power-hungry.
#catherine winfried#fear and hunger oc#Not my oc ofc#What is this? an essay? an analysis? just my thoughts? who knows at this point. not me im surviving off of a donut and some coffee.#<- person who knows next to nothing about fear and hunger#<- person who has two jobs and no time to get into new interests
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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
#Eckart Wuerzner#Prince William#Duke of Cambridge#Prince of Wales#Catherine#Duchess of Cambridge#Princess of Wales#Gerlinde Kretschmann#Winfried Kretschmann#Britain#2017#Thomas Kienzle#AFP via Getty Images
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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 (at Geneva, Switzerland)
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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 madam, 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 madam 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 power 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 madam stopped demanding that you work around the house and began giving you money to buy good clothes and whatever your heart desired.Â
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 + Ă—1 bonesaw)Â
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 Ă—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 Ă—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 Ă—2 blue vial and cloth fragments)
Stock up on self-defense items (Gain Lugr Pistol and Ă—10 9mm Bullets)
Stock up on food (Gain Ă—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

#blonde girlie is my friend Danki's character. our goofy maid girl that was not ready for the horrors#also Cathy's starting weapon is the bonesaw. which other characters can use as a weapon if they kill her#there's like her bonesaw and the rusty one you find around Prehevil#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#fear and hunger oc#termina oc#termina 1st round#f&h2#Catherine Winfried#others oc#Lola Sault#hyena scribbles
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Girlies get icon-ish things too!!
#at last! proper icons for the fungrys playlists hehehe#also artfight i suppose#i am pretty happy w how these turned out#hyena scribbles#fear and hunger#fear and hunger oc#termina oc#termina 1st round#Catherine Winfried#Mary Ann
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Peak straight ship
#i'm genuinelly so happy with Catherine's design always#not only do i have a lot of fun drawing her but i feel like i really nailed her looking androgenous in her weird creepy evil nurse way#she hates it but i think she looks mesmerizing❤#hyena scribbles#termina oc#fear and hunger oc#termina 1st round#fear and hunger termina#Catherine winfried#others ocs#Leslie vinson
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@sw00nii caught myself thinking of them again
#my brain is bouncing all over the place i need to get into drawing again#fear and hunger termina#termina oc#termina 1st round#Catherine Winfried#others ocs#Leslie Vinson#hyena scribbles
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Buddy bundle
#rambling about Mary a lil earlier reminded me i doodled this a while back and never dropped it here#her and the others from 1st round cast who are the closest to Mary (Claire. Amos. Leslie and Catherine)#singular ocasion where Catherine will tone down her raging hate for Amos a little#hyena scribbles#termina 1st round#termina oc#Catherine Winfried#Mary Ann#others ocs#Claire Scriven#Leslie Vinson#Amos Dvorak
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Hi funger fandom do y'all still remember me-
#me and my friends are making a fan termina cast. they're the people from the first out of the 3 festivals that happened in prehevil#this is my spiteful war nurse. she has the shepherding soul type and lives in a constant power trip#of saving people that she despises to live with the fact that they're only alive this instant because she allowed it#so nice of you Cathy ❤️#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#f&h2#funger#fear and hunger oc#termina oc#Catherine Winfried#hyena scribbles#Termina 1st round
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SHOUT OUT TO MY FRIEND @i-cant-stop-fandoming-help FOR HELPING ME SETTLE ON A VOICE HC FOR MARY‼️ I've been wanting to put a video like this together for so long.
Voices come from Zira from Tlk2, The beast from Over the garden wall and Mai from Atla respectively.
#fun fact! a while back i wrote a small Catherine fic inspired by Zira's song “My lullaby” :]#I'm not posting it because i may write more someday but for any mutuals/buddies who want to read it#feel free to hit me in the dms haha#hyena scribbles#hyena ramblings#fear and hunger oc#termina oc#termina 1st round#Catherine Winfried#John Eberwein#Mary Ann#voice claim#voicr headcanon
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Catherine and the puppeteer
No way!! Carol finally working on a proper ref for one of her moonscorches that's insane!!!
Since i added her gameplay mechanics to the image, let me elaborate a bit on how the puppeteer comes to be and the meaning behind her appearance and general demeanor;
Basically, Catherine has a terrible time in termina. From morning of day 1 she gets stalked by Claire, who's looking to see if she can figure out what a Bremen army official is doing in town for her big scoop, and then almost gets her neck snapped by John just a little while later out of a "revenge" of sorts for his friends who died in the war against the Bremen army.
By the afternoon she gets absolutely wasted at the Prehevil bop speaksy and starts ranting/yelling down there about everything that's happened and Kaiser and how it's his fault he's going through this and she will make him pay for it. If someone finds her while in this state she'll get angry at the invasion of her privacy and assume the worst, but she can be talked into calming down from this drunken breakdown of sorts and if so she will rest on one of the bunkbeds for the rest of the evening. By night she will approach this person again and thank them for the help earlier and the kind words, as a retribution of sorts she will offer her services in aiding them through termina (Aka; joining the party) and ask them to not speak of what they saw of her to others.
If no one comes to her at the bop or just upsets her further, Catherine will go out into the town again where Pocketcat will taunt her by calling her a pathetic thing. This leads to him luring her into the museum because now Catherine wants his head chopped clean off, tho once they do get there and fight Pocketcat rips off one of her arms and she's left to bleed on the hallways while being watched by all the partygoers as a pitiful thing.
This sequence of events leads to her moonscorching into the puppeteer and killing all of the partygoers, turning them into "puppets" in her collection. Which is why they museum is in that state once someone else goes into it after the fact. (I also imagine that if she did moonscorch then Pocketcat will be at the entrance and tell the party that "Things have surely gone wild in there" before taking his leave)
Onto the creature itself, Puppeteer is a representation of both Catherine's never ending pursuit for power over others, being a humongous creature that towers over others and puppeteers them as she wishes, but also her deep insecurities and also how she views herself. I mentioned in this other post how Catherine views herself as evil, therefore in this twisted form she is a terrifying creature covered in this disgusting black tar that makes up her body, the same in which she melts into upon defeat like a witch when water is thrown at them. But as hateful and rude as she was, Catherine wasn't born evil; she was just a broken woman, she still had a heart deep down and was capable of caring for people on certain occasions, hence the visible beating heart on the puppeteer's chest.
The puppeteer's appearance also reflects on how badly Catherine viewed hers, she's always seen herself as ugly/horrendous and simply unfit compared to other women when it came to femininity. So as a moonscorch she becomes this incredibly tall skeletal figure, unable to hide her figure with layers as she used to as a person. With a big emphasis on her pure white eye, something she's been told is creepy, strange or ugly a handful of times + a big element that ties her into her father, who she loathes, as she inherited this odd genetic trait from him.
#super happy with how the main image turned out. had this one in my sketch pile for soooo long!#Catherine my beloved you're so unwell#hyena scribbles#fear and hunger#fear and hunger oc#termina oc#termina 1st round#Catherine winfried
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Shout out to my friend for making 1st round people on dress to impress, gave me some brainworms
#she looks like a wet cat almost everytime i draw her without the mask. perfect#tried colored speech bubbles for once they look silly#fear and hunger oc#fear and hunger termina#termina oc#termina 1st round#Catherine Winfried#others ocs#Leslie Vinson#hyena scribbles
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Straight people make me sick,, i hate them (massive lie)
#Catherine on her undershirt and puffy pants because she removes the coat in the prehevil bop speakeasy#i don't think she likes wearing a lot of layers but it helps hiding her body shape so she'll do it#she takes it off down there since it is meant to be a secret area. so not many people around#anyways. i came to the realization that i have a much easier time with integrating the bg into the art#if i color/render it before the characters#so that's good to know#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#fear and hunger oc#termina oc#termina 1st round#Catherine Winfried#others ocs#Leslie Vinson#hyena scribbles
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Matyas and Catherine comp
#and John too i guess#one of my mutuals rebloged the asshole post and i have been giggling since#i had to make something out of it#termina 1st round#termina oc#fear and hunger oc#Catherine winfried#John eberwein#Direwolf#others ocs#Matyas Jezek#Claire scriven#hyena scribbles
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Woah,, little guy-fied
#shout out to my friend who suggested i should use a low opacity pen for these#saved my life + made editing them as little dudes so so fun#so smol#fear and hunger termina#fear and hunger#fear and hunger oc#termina oc#termina 1st round#Mary Ann#John Eberwein#Catherine Winfried#edit#sprite edit#editing#hyena scribbles
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