#Plauge army

[plaugeartist135]

HOLA pLAgus docter

Here's some drawings of some random plauges docters from a game or fandom name "scp foundation" this two Cahrecthers name is scp-049 and scp-049-j :) I loik dem both

I luv plagues doctoh

[cruisie]

ATTENTION BUG ARMY, WE FROGS COME IN PEACE.

For we have a common goal....

SAVE THE BOYS.

WE ARE TWO OF THE SAME PLAUGE.

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Soooooooooo this has been my day.

[euphoniumpets]

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM PROLOGUE

Warnings: violence, blood and gore.

Prompt: ''As long as I can rememer, I've been protecting Alina, it's always Alina who I will protect,'' You told him, looking at Nikolai. ''But who will protect you?''

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader

A/N: OK, SO, not going to lie, i fell in love as soon I saw Nikolai on screen and this has been on my mind ever since. And yes, I will publish this at the same time I'm writing No mourners, no funerals! Tag list are closed!. I haven't read the king of scars duology yet! so, beware that I've written Nikolai from what I think and from what I've seen in the series and he could be ooc! this series follows season two of shadow and bone but could have some flashbacks during season one.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - epilogue

Y/N Starkov. That's all you've ever known of. The older sister of Alina Starkov and the second mapmaker of Ravka. Ever since you were a child, you were known to be at Alina's side and even Mal, your childhood best friend. However, when Mal gets into the Fold with the second Army, you knew, that Alina won't hesitate to do whatever it took to follow into his footsteps.

And you both did follow him through the Fold. However, it didn't go as planned when you get attacked by the Volcra. Seeing Mal on the floor and your sister being dragged by a Volcra, you didn't knew what was happening next.

A bright light that surrounded you and the next thing, your sister was being dragged away to the little palace. You and Mal tried to save your sister while the rumors of the sun summoner traveled fast around the world.

While trying to find the White Stag, you both realize that the plot of the Darkling was not the one you thought. With the betryal of the Darkling, and with Alina defeating him, the three of you is on the run.

While on the run, Alina is plauged by the nightmares as the three of you tried to find the next amplifier, the sea whip and the firebird. However, it was not an easy task and the question is: how long was you willing to go and save Alina, even if it meant to risk your life?

[greenteaanon]

Genshin Character's Opinion on

GenZ Reader

In Genshin SAGAU

¡!Mondstadt edition!¡part 1

This is rotting in my drafts.

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~Amber~

About The Creator:

From what i've been thaught the Creator is Very witty, very wise that they can go up against the God of wisdom in chess and win.

About Reader:

I actually didn't expect them to be so young...and sassy.. especially when they attacked Kaeya like that it honestly made me giggle, they also make pretty dark jokes about plauges, hateful actions, mental illness, I'm not sure if they're ok but they are still the creator.

~Kaeya~

About The Creator:

The Creator is Very Wise and Graceful, No one actually for sure knows how they sound since they've been rumoured to be able to change their voice into anyone.

About the Reader:

...As much as I enjoy being in the presence of the creator...What they said to me Kind of hurt, I know it's true but still it hurts.

~Jean~

About the Creator:

They're the one that fueled my reason to be strong..well apart from Vanessa of course.

About the Reader:

Well...their appearance was unexpected, I feel really bad about hurting them and I don't know how to atone for this

~Lisa~

About the Creator:

I've read so much about them, they're very strong I heard they single handedly wiped out a rebel army in the past...well that's what the books say.

About the Reader:

I didn't expect them to look so young, well they're stunning, I've heard that some of the others have accidentally injured them that is least expected to happen.

~Noelle~

About the Creator:

Everyday I remind myself that their watching me. So, I try my best to Impress them.

About the reader:

I didn't expect Them to Adore my cooking, I was shocked when they asked to taste my tea break pancakes when they first got comfortable in Mondstadt.

~Barbara~

About the creator:

I worship and pray to the creator as well as the anemo archon Barbatos, although their Glow and Holiness is unmatched.

About the Reader:

I honestly didn't expect someone that looks so ordinary to be our creator, But then again I had the Honor to heal them of their injuries.

~Diluc~

About the creator:

They're a figure in society alright, I respect them.

About the reader:

I wonder if they get tired of the constant worship.

~Albedo~

About the Creator:

My original creator, well I personally refer to her as a mother was close to them they were friends as far as I remember.

About the reader:

I honestly thought they were an imposter, I judged too quickly, I assume it's the relationship my creator had with them that caused me to lash out.

~Razor~

About the creator:

Lisa Taught Razor about Creator, Razor Thinks Creator is friend.

About the reader:

Razor likes them, Razor finds them...fun

~Fischl~

About the Creator:

I Fischl, Adores said Creator, For the creator had graced me with their blessing of being the Prinzessin der Verurteilung

Oz: She mean She's thankful for the creator

About the Reader:

They look like a simpleton on the surface but I Fischl knows better to judge from the surface.

~Eula~

About the creator:

Alot of people idolizes them, Even my Family which is Upmost surprising, I of course respect them as I should

About the reader:

They keep telling me I'm a 'Girlboss' whatever that is...

~Mona~

About the Creator:

I really want to take a look at their life...but I shouldn't it's bad..I don't want to get punished for invading their privacy

About the Reader:

They're surprisingly well versed in Astrology, They even told me the Zodiac Signs? They call it in their old world. And what ever a Bones Day is

~Bennett~

About the Creator:

I always pray for them to take away my bad luck. I guess I'm Unlucky that they dint hear my prayers

About the Reader:

They rush into danger..alot, I guess that's cool that they still hang out with me. I guess I'm not that Unlucky anymore, Like the normal amount of unlucky

[therealestgalthereis]

future!Eddsworld drabble :3 (EddTord)

NSFW MENTIONS GASP Red leader gazed down at his former best friend, a sly grin across his scarred face. So long of searching for Edd, and now he finally has him? It was like he was a child, getting what he had wanted for christmas. "Fuck- Tord, let me go already!" Edd hissed, straining against the ropes bounding his wrists behind his back. Striding slowly forwards, Red leaders expression hardened, "I already told you, Edward. It's Red leader now. You will adress me as such." He spoke quietly, a dangerous edge to his tone. Not that Edd cared. He had grown up with this man, spent his summers with him, hell, he lived with him for several years, and now he had turned into some meglovaniac? It sickened the shaggy brunette man to his core. And, even if it were only for a few fleeting years - Edd had loved Tord. Thought about being with him, kissing him, allowing his hands to wander all over Tord's frame. Not that any of it mattered now. All Tord cared about was power, money, control. Himself. "There's no way in hell I'm calling you that; it sounds stupid!" Edd retorted with a scoff, rolling his caramel brown eyes, masking the fear he felt behind his casual attituide he always carried himself with. "Oh?" Tord stepped closer, kneeling to be at eye level with Edd, who in turn flinched back slightly. "And why is that, old friend?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Now that Tord was so close to Edd, he got a chance to really study his features. His once smooth skin scarred, mangled. An entire large portion of his face left in shambles, almost looking molded. His eye a lighter gray, presumably blind in the eye. His gums visible on the scarred side of his face due to the scars near and on his lips. Yet despite all of it, his robot arm, scarred neck and collarbones; Edd still found him gorgeous Edd found him as gorgeous as he had back then, as he waved Tord goodbye whilst he had watched Tord slam his car's trunk closed, and as beautiful as he was when he returned years later. It was so bittersweet, perhaps for both of the men. After a minute or two of silence from Edd, Tord's expression slowly softened. So long of no contact with his old friend had weighed negatively on Tord. He once tried to convince himself he didn't need them, didn't need friends. Didn't need Edd. The amount of late nights thinking about Edd, slipping his hands into his boxers, and staining his sheets proved otherwise. "..Edd.." Tord mumbled, raising his one normal hand to touch Edd's cheek lightly. He coud feel the stubble that had built up, and his heart yearned for the old times. Where they were together nearly constantly, a time before Tord was plauged by the stress of his army, or the phantom pain from his arm, before he had to worry of his base being raided, being killed. At the end of the day, was it all worth it? Tord had everything he wanted, right? Power, money, all the women (or men) he wanted, fame. Everyone knew his name, feared it too. Or worshipped it. But at this point, the fear and worship were closely knit together, basically the same. At the moment it didn't seem all too worth it.

[thegenderfluidgokenin]

PLEASE READ THIS

In 1868, the Meiji Party of the Imperial Court took over Japan on a promise to bring the country to it's former glory, like any fascist regime. They proceeded to take out any possibility of rebellion, starting with the samurai downwards, as well as rapidly militarizing and dismantling Japanese culture to make the central power's authority absolute.

In the 1930s, the Showa Restoration started, bringing back the corpse of the discarded Samurai culture back to life as a corpse, a shell, symbol of conquest and superiority, by the mad tyrant Hirohito.

In 2023, the Showa revisionism continues into the modern times, teaching the children of Japan about the glories of their nation and little of the dark past that plauges the Rising Sun. Samurai are used, as they were then, as a symbol of Japanese superiority instead of the noble warrior they were, the last vestiges of Anti-Meiji resistence, history revised every year with Samurai demonstrations even at the Meiji Shrine.

In history textbooks, Japanese children get a cartoonized image of the Imperial Japanese Army, leading to an influx of support for the nationalist LDP , and cheifly for Imperial support seeping even into the walls of shrines.

This must be stopped, using actual history.

Tradition is good, but this is not tradition. This is revisionism.

Don't let the Emperor do it again.

[catcoffeeenjoyer]

Tagged by @vostok3-ka let’s goo

1. Three non romantic duos

No one said they don’t have to be obvious, first one is Fedka and Kirillov, THEY ARE JUST IMPORTANT TO ME LIKE-

Perhaps more explenation would be well seen - Fedka is a run away convict, who was sold to the army by Stepan Trofimovic long time ago. Since the beggining of his life, he was dehumanised, because he was born as a serf - he was the property of Verkhovenskys, that is all. And even once he comes back to the city N, he is seen by most as a threat, or as lesser than them (here mostly Pyotr comes to mind), with exception of his family. And then he meets Kirillov - a man, whose whole idea revolves around self sacrifice and belief that once someone learns that they are good, they will be good. And while Fedkas mother was somewhere else, due to family death, Fedka stayed at Kirillovs, drinking tea and talking (also reading Apocalypse). That is to say, he stayed with someone who didn't really see him as a threat, and knew full well he was a murder, and yet treated him with kindness. And what happened? Fedka changed. Well, he still commited the murder, but he did change.

Then we got Cottard and Tarrou from the Plauge…

For those not in the loop, I recently reread the Plauge, and this storyline is similar however not exactly - Cottard is a man who keeps running away from the police, and is lonely. Like has no friends, because no one can relate to his constant fear, and he cannot talk to anyone about his fears because what if someone betrays him and out him to the police. Enter Tarrou - a man who is not a fan of police (due to his past, from what I understood), and who somehow finds out about Cottards constant escape. While Cottard is furious at first, soon he finds out that Tarrou is the only person he can trully talk to. He doesn't judge him, nor can he out him to the police. And they become friends. And at the end of the Plauge, once Tarrou is gone (and the Plauge), Cottard goes insane, because not only he might now be wanted again and no one can relate to him now, but also he lost his friend, the one he trusted the most.

The third is rather a comedic duo, more than a great and deep relationship... but you if I have the Plauge... if I have Demons.. then for the great trinity we have to have 1670 - the duo is Bogdan and Jakub

The reason he is only that they bounce of eachother well - and their subplot about exorcisms was funny. It had to be mentioned though, it was funny.

2. A ship that might surprise others:

... I don't think I have one? I'm pretty open about them.

3. Last song:

The age of the understatement by the last shadow puppets

4. Last film:

Niebezpieczni Dżentelmeni 2023 - rewatch for the fourth time

5. Currently reading :

Finishing up "The Text" by Gluhovsky, and then starting Illiad <3

6. Currently watching:

Alternatywy 4

7. Currently consuming:

Air

8. Currently craving:

Break from school

9. Tagged: whoever wants to do it lmao

[ughohyoumadeafunny]

Transformers au ( Blood and iron)

In the year 1346, the black plauge spread through Eroupe killing many.

Two villagers, Orian pax and Megatronus with the plauge to kill them, encountered a creature by the name of Dracula offered them a choice-

Die of the plauge, or because like he was.

They chose the latter

Seeing there new found ability, both used them for different ways. Orian pax used it as a way to save many lifes from dieing of the plauge willingly.

Megatronus on the other hand used it to recruit members for an army to conquer the world.

A war began, and has lasted in secret since.

Now it is the year 1984...

Many forgot that Vampires were real or are real.

But they walk among us..either to protect us, or conquer us.

[identity-theft-101]

ARMIES RISE RISEEEE

All VISIBLE plushies at any given time:

Bed: Dumbo Octopus (Cuthuwu), Eel (Weaponized Attack Eel/ W.A.E./Floyd 2), Bunny (Strawberry Marshmellow), Dog (Burnt Ass Marshwellow), Owl (Eggbert)

Headboard: Octopus (MoodTopus), Opossum (Showerhead), Various Rats (you can ask for names), Monkey (Vanilla Extract)

Other: Miscellaneous Plauge Doctors, Sloth (Evil Dark Shadow), The Nui Collection TM, The Glass Jail Group TM

[ao3feed-starsky-hutch]

Artwork - Young Starsky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uk7wYaP by Nicoltyler “Wait, wait, wait. I thought I finished that routine in the Army,” Starsky to Hutch in the Plauge Words: 43, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 21 of Artworks For Stories and Zines Fandoms: Starsky & Hutch Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Starsky, David Starsky Relationships: Ken Hutchinson & David Starsky Additional Tags: Pre-Series, army life, artwork, Fanart read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uk7wYaP

[yandere-romanticaa]

𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝.

❝ i'm crucified, for the holy dimension, godlike ascension, heavens away. ❞

yandere! archons x follower! reader.

Inspired by the song "Crucified" by Army of Lovers.

BARBATOS.

The church bells chimed softly, the sound echoed all throught the corridor as you held nothing but a single Cecilia in your hand, a gentle plea for Barbatos himself to notice you and whisk you away from your worries. The sunlight beamed brightly against the colourful windows and it illuminated the entire church in an otherwordly glow that would make anyone gasp in awe, truly a fine place to pray to such a kind god. Times were dark for you and no one was willing to help you, opting to only push you deeper into the hole they themselves digged up for you. The only time where you could freely smile was when you were praying to your beloved god, hidden away either in the wild or the dark corner of the church served as more than a good sanctuary. You hummed softly to yourelf as you toyed with the soft petals of the pretty white flower in your hands, you really hoped that it was enough to please Barbatos despite it being such a humble gift.

Silly human, you can always give it to him in person.

Like magic you suddenly found yourself transprted into a large grassy field, far away from the warm church. The tall grass tickled your feet as the wind caressed your hair, almost like it was playing coyfuly with the messy strands that managed to hang loose. You couldn’t help but to gasp, how did you get here? You were obviously somewhere outside of the city, the sheer amount of green stretched as far as the eye could see. A few tranquil moments passed as you carefully took in your surroundings, making sure to analyze every detail in order to determine where you were and without much hard thinking you were able to concur that you were on Starsnatch Cliff, the snowhite Cecilia’s were a dead give away. The wind current picked up its pace suddently, forcing you to stumble forward a bit. Only now did you realize just how close you were standing on the very edge of the cliff, how stupid of you for not even thinking of turning around. Without thinking you lowered your gaze to the ground beneath you, causing your head to spin like a bottle in an instand. You were so high up, just one wrong move was enough for your life to be snuffed out like a burning candle. Hazy, everything felt so hazy, it was so hard to stand. You didn't even feel the small hands that were wrapped tightly around your waist, securing you in place, making sure you wouldn't fall.

Barbatos was always watching you. He was happy you always came willingly to him. That's what made these moments so much sweeter.

REX LAPIS.

"Promise me..."

You almost could have sworn that he was pleading and not commanding you. You would think that your ears had decieved you but the steady grip of his strong hand was too harsh to ignore, the sharp finger nails pressed themselves so tightly against your chin that you were positive that blood was going to start dripping to the ground any second. Ah, the pain was starting to kick in, you already felt like looking down towards the ground just to soothe the sharp pain that plauged your poor, sensitive neck. You would not be allowed that luxury though, not yet. You were not going anywhere unless you gave yourself up completely up. The God of Geo stood before you, his back pressed against his throne as he looked you dead in the eye, his own molten ones showing no signs of mercy for your sorry state.

He can be such a brute sometimes, you thought to yourself.

Even so, this was your duty, this was something you were singing up for until you turn to dust. From this moment forward you were serving Rex Lapis, the God of Contracts, History and Wealth. Many things were in store for you, great things in fact, things so great that your name was going to be remembered for thousands of years to come. Your name was going to be written in history books, grandparents were going to tell stories about you to their young grandchildren around a blazing campfire on chilly evenings and people were going to worship and admire you for standing proudly by your god’s side, for swearing this oath to him, for singing this contract to end all contracts.

"...that you will serve me and me only. I will put in many rules in this contract but plenty of them will be in your benefit, I assure you. If you ever have any troubles you are free to discuss the terms of our contract freely."

How kind of him. Perhaps he really did have your best interests tucked away in a corner of his mind. You continued to listen to him, still.

However, there are a few rules you are never allowed to break. You are never allowed to speak directly to another Adeptus without my direct permission. Leaving Liyue is also strictly prohibted as well. And finally the most impartant rule of all is that you remain loyal to me. Treason will lead you nowhere and the only thing that will be left is your own blood and dust.

Fairly reasonable requests if you were being objective. Anyone would demand absolute loyalty in these sorts of situations, not even gods were immune to the paranoia of their subjects suddently rioting. 

The other Adepti in the area monitored you closely, their sharp eyes dared you to make a move. It was clear that their admiration ran deep and that one wrong move could cost you your head. You could even make out an elegant looking crane somewhere in the distance looking at you, it’s long beak a clear sign that you should accept the generous deal Morax presented you with. Even with your safety secured by the Warrior God and the contract itself being fairly loose with all things considered, you would be a fool not to accept.

Even with all of this, why did you stil feel like turning back?

RAIDEN SHOGUN.

The sweet smell of the falling pink petals painted the pitcure perfect scenery around you as you prayed in front of the sacred sakura tree, the dazzling moonlight giving you more encouragement to pray to your goddess, to worship her for the rest of your life. Even with your eyes closed you could still feel her sharp gaze at the back of your neck, a stark contrast to her sweet words of encouragement. She had her moments like this where her words would contradict her actions, almost as if she was two completely different people at the same time. It was difficult to approach her at times due to this, but that did not lessen your reverence towards her.

Despite her skills in battle and keen intellect, the Shogun would sometimes bless you by reveling her softer side to you. The smell of sweets and old books immediately came to mind, the memory was still fresh in your mind. You couldn't help but to smile a little bit, almost running your entire prayer in the process. It was worth it though, seeing her smile like that was something that should be treasured dearly, even if your life was completely at her mercy.

As if on que, you felt her slim fingers intertwine with your own, a silent encouragement for you to press on. You could feel her long hair tickle your shoulder, the smell of her perfume almost overpowered the enticing scent of the Sacred Sakura itself. Her grip was iron tight, you had to continue praying to her no matter what. That was the oath you made, the oath of your eternal devotion to her. And she, she would keep you safe, she would love you as long as she existed. The Raiden Shogun would keep you inside this little cage she crafted perfectly for you, where you could always be hers.

[dameschnee123]

Like many things in Menagerie, it started with three old friends talking over tea.

Grimm had always plauged Menagerie, the Faunus as much as anyone. The only evil that truly didn’t distinguish between humans and their counterparts.

But even that wasn’t true, as the Faunus on Menagerie were uniquely exposed. They had no walls, no powerful weapons, no army of Huntsmen to hide behind. Just a handful of young fighters, wits and elbow grease.

Why not train those young fighters ? Start their own Academy.

That’s what Sienna had proposed.

It was laughable at first. They had no funding, very little Dust and barley any space. Though there was the old fortress, built for Vale’s nobility to lounge in the sun, abandoned even before the Great War. Empty but surprisingly intact. People sometimes herded sheep there.

Ghira brought up the idea at a public gathering and it slowly but surely began to grow.

The Faunus didn’t have much, but they were many.

A middle aged owl Faunus offered to teach, perhaps even run the school as they already ran a small class teaching young bird Faunus how to fly.

A smith said she’d make weapons. Elders offered to teach the students about the island’s history, knowledge they couldn’t record in writing but couldn’t bear for it to be forgotten.

Hundreds of eager Faunus said they’d like to become students if it opened, from teenagers to sims who were older than Ghira himself but still strong and capable.

In the end it wasn’t just an Academy, it was so much more.

The students learned to trust and depend on one another, to know where they had come from so they knew where they were going. How to fight Grimm, and how to stave off the hopelessness that attracted them.

Every time a problem came up, someone stepped up to become the solution.

When parents with children wished to study, the younger students watched the little ones. When the school needed more bedding, shepherds and weavers came forth with their softest fleece and asked for nothing in return. If someone came hungry, they’d leave fed by those careful matrons who always cooked a few extra meals.

Hikma Academy was a home, an academy, a daycare, whatever those studying there needed it to be. The old fortress had plenty of space.

Some studied for a four year stipend and then left, a proud graduate. Some stayed, as they had nowhere else to go, guiding the younger generations of students through their stay at the Academy.

The Faunus had nothing but their wits and each other, but they didn’t need more.

[windswhispvrs]

𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐂𝐇 had certainly been regal -- but not in the manner that she had hoped for. the ghosts of her pasts had flanked the entryway with mean, ravenous smiles the way an army of knights greet their noble queen, arms outstretched to beckon her towards their darkness. there had been a time where she would have returned home with her head held high but instead, she felt like a cowardly dog tucking its tail between its legs as she graced the doorstep of her new place. there were some pockets of goodness, however -- such as being able to return the gaze of family. esme had avoided the question and linus like the plauge. they couldn't all have cashed the check, could they? esme had never been inately religious ( after all wasn't this god people spoke of supposed to save? protect? ), but something in her couldn't help but pray that lou knew better than that.

" lou lou -- you gotta be more careful! " esme sighed, cracking a thin-lipped smile. call it a symptom of being the eldest daughter, but she couldn't deny the need to protect her younger siblings. " maybe don't go so fast when you're trying to nail that trick, yeah? i don't know much about skateboarding -- but this isn't a highway. "

"ah fuck!" lou laughed, bringing her scrapped knee to her chest, her skateboard rolling away. "man, i wish i had some alcohol! at least that would make falling down more worth it!" they stood up, putting their weight on their opposing knee, and brushed their clothes off. "mind getting my board for me?" they asked, shooting the person a winning smile.

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

What's something you love?

Tell me about it. I'd love to know. <3

Odd History like this

The Bubonic Plague.

A little background:

Infectious Disease caused by a bacteria called Yersinia Pestis. The Plague was by Fleas on the back of Rats who came over on 12 ships in October of 1347, dubbed "Death Ships" from the Black Sea dock in the Sician port of Messina. The Rats and Fleas got the Plague from other rats and Fleas involved in the "Great Pestilence" on the Trade routes of the Near and Far East. In the early 1340's Black Death had struck China, India, Persia, Syria, and Egypt. In the East, Kipchak khan Janibeg was leading a campaign against the trading post of Kaffa (the modern?? City?? of Feodosiya) in Crimea. When his army was struck by the black death. So, with his army disintegrating, he started catapulting the bodies of deceased plague victims over the walls of the town in the hopes of infecting his enemies.

Cause:

The cause of this disease is an infection caused by the Yersinia Pestis (Y. Pestis) bacterium. Spread most often by Fleas on Rats or other animals. Humans who are bitten by the fleas come down with the plague. Making this a Zoonotic Disease as it is trans-species.

Note: Cats are Particularly vulnerable to the plague, getting infected by the fleas or by the rodents that they eat. Then passing it on to their owners or the vets who treat them through droplets.

Person to Person transmission is Rare, unless the person has Pneamonic, spreading the droplets through the air.

Symptoms and Types:

-Sudden High Fever

- Pain in abdomen, arms and legs

-Headaches

- Large swollen lumps on lymph nodes (Buboes) that form and leak pus

Septicemic:

When infection goes throughout the body

May include: Blackened tissue from Gangrene (Medical Condition where lack of blood supply to body tissue causes said tissue to die. Though Gangrene can happen throughout the body, it starts in Digits, hands, and feet) involving digits, toes or unusual bleeding.

Pneumonic:

When the infection goes to the lungs

May have additional: trouble breathing and might cough up blood. May also feel nausea or vomit.

Modern Treatment:

Antibiotics:

Ciprofloxacin, Levofloxacin, Mosiflocacion, Gentamicin, Doxycycline

Death Toll:

Europe (14th century): over 25 million people, about 2/3 of Europe at the time.

Including:

Eleanor, Queen of Peter IV of Aragon

King Alfonso XI of Castile

Joan, the daughter of King Edward III, who died on her way to be wed to King Alfonso's son.

Archbishop John de Stratford

Archbishop Thomas Bradwardine

Poet Petrarch's Muse Laura and his patron, Giovanni Cardinal Colonna

1/4 of the Papel Court in Avignon

as well as many villages and families.

Still Killing??

Yes! The Black death still occurs around the world. About 7 cases happen in the US every year. Half of the cases are made up by people from ages 12 to 45. In the US the cases are in Northern: New Mexico and Arizona, Southern Colorado and Oregon, Western Nevada, and sometimes in California.

Interesting Facts:

Black Death gets its name as most people who contracted the disease died (death) and often had blackened tissue (Black) due to Gangrene.

Many Historians believe that the Nursery Rhyme "Ring around the Rosy" is about the symptoms of the Black Plague.

Anti-Semitism greatly incressed as Jews were blamed for the plauge.

Unlike Neopalten or Hitler, the black plague succeeded in defeating Russia.

[butwhatifidothis]

The Flayn thing gets even worse when you realise that Solon used Flayns blood to cause the Remire incident. Remire, which is in the EMPIRE. Edelgard literally directly contributes to an entire village in HER territory being completely wiped out by a hate plauge because she lent TWSITD the Death Knight, soldiers, and intevenes and rekidnaps Flayn you run out of turns and then has the nerve to say "I would have stopped this if I had known about it" like she had nothing to do with it like bish wha

It’s just like... Imma use this ask as a catalyst to what I’m about to say cuz it’s actually something that’s been on my mind for a bit: looking into how the lords’ talk about themselves vs. their actual actions in the story.

With Dimitri and Claude, there are a lot of moments where they describe themselves in a very negative light, Dimitri as a inhuman monster and Claude as a callous schemer, but we see from their numerous actions that neither of those thing are really true. 

Even when Dimitri was at his worst during the first five chapters of AM, him constantly dehumanizing the enemy, outwardly and vocally, all the time? He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t still care for people; if he didn’t it wouldn’t matter whether or not the people he killed were monsters or not. 

In CF and AM we see Claude put himself in front of Derdriu’s citizens to protect them from an oncoming attack from the Empire and he never retreats, even when his life is in danger. Even in CF you have to spare him because he won’t leave. Sure he asks you to but he could just... you know... bounce on his own lol

These are just one example for these two but there a plenty others that show that their descriptions for themselves simply do not hold up when examined closely. Compare that to Edelgard, whose most self-deprecating thing she says about herself, personally, as a person, is that she may too be detached from others. Which... is true. Every attempt she makes to try and connect with someone her own ego gets in the way and the other person kinda just has to deal with it (her Bernadetta supports are a good example, where Bernie’s shocked reaction to Edelgard being afraid of the ocean is met with annoyance and slight scorn). She keeps saying that she is doing everything she does for the people of Fodlan but her actions bring nothing but continued strife throughout the entire continent.

Like, let’s look at Remire like you did; she says that if she’d have known TWS would have done this she would have stopped them, but like... why would she? Genuinely asking. She admits herself that she wouldn’t be above letting her people die to further her cause, so what does it matter how they die? Especially when, practically, this is a good thing since it furthers the research for Demonic Beasts, creatures she willingly uses to help her. And she swears she’d had stopped it... but she still uses what came of it (improved Demonic Beasts). She still works with the people who did - she in fact orders them to create a pseudo relic for her to make up for the fact that neither of her Crests give her access to one and it’s built to her specifications, meaning she has at least a decent amount of sway with TWS. In all the other routes she gives the order to set her people on fire in Gronder. She chooses not to evacuate Enbarr when Claude’s army advances (specifying Claude cuz not sure if this happens in AM). She conscripts her civilians into the war, stripping them of their choice. She says she’s for meritocracy but steals credit for work she didn’t do. She tells Rhea she’ll let her surrender but moments before she tells Byleth that Rhea must be killed. She claims she allowed Garreg Mach a two week time period to evacuate its residents when she attacks but we know for a fact those two weeks were her gathering her forces. She says she wants to reveal the truth but hides the truth about the Tragedy from Dimitri and Dedue, who kidnapped Flayn from Seteth, who killed Jeralt from Byleth, who bombs Arianrhod from her army along with all the other things TWS do

With Edelgard what we hear her say about herself and what she does are completely different, like Dimitri and Claude, but unlike those two she’s far worse than how she describes herself. She’s hypocritical, a flat out liar, she genuinely gaslights constantly, she’s uncaring for her people’s safety, and that is shown time and time and time again. With Dimitri and Claude, we see that while they have moments where their initial self-descriptions are somewhat accurate (Dimitri willing to torture Randolph, Claude with Jeralt’s diary and using Cyril as a scapegoat) their overall actions portray a far better light on them. With Edelgard it’s the exact opposite

Almost like that’s intentional! Almost like the good people in the story are better than they initially appear as the grow in their stories while the bad ones are the opposite! Almost like... damn near basic storytelling! Who woulda thought.

[loominggaia]

Fan Creation: Nekos

Anonymous asked:

Okay I have put way, way to much thought into the cat girl monsters recently so here’s the results overthinking my joke post. The Neko is lv.3 humanoid monster created by the late zareenite ceo, Nelon Husk. While not a divine himself he is credited for having forged them, commissioning their creation by business partner/ co-owner of their company and a dworf divine, Mr. Hosfeild. The Neko where created out of Husk lust, him being a big hentia fan with a huge cat girl fetish.

Dissatisfied with normal women he sought to bring his porno fantasies to life. Husk was aware of the creation of demons and scoffed at ermos’s story, believing him to be a fool who didn’t create his monsters right. Believing himself smarter then a pathetic satyr, Husk found commissioned a divine, Mr. Hosfeild into creating his wanted cat girls. If they met his high standards Husk would make him a co-owner and business partner, he obviously accepted the challenge.

Mr. Hosfeild was no stranger to business and saw the young, mortal human as a lustful fool, but went along with it his scheme if he was that generous. What Mr.Hosfeild was unfamiliar with however was monster forging, given a lab and whatever resources he asked for by Husk he set to work creating the perfect cat girl by his clients strict list of criteria. On that list was that while they where to be lustful their satisfaction was not to be based entirely on sex.

In that stead he made their satisfaction more material based. After afew trial runs and failures eventually Mr.Hosfeild created a cat women who met all Husk standards and actually exceeded them. Thirty more “Neko’s” as they where named where created to fill out Husk harem and Mr.Hosfeild enjoyed his newfound position as co-owner. At first things seemed to going very well for husk and his feline harem, him enjoying fulfilling all his perverted and spoiling his Neko harem rotten.

He lavished his cat girl harem with gifts, positions in the company and whatever they wanted, whenever they asked. Knowing their loyalty was based off material satisfaction Husk thought that would be no problem seeing his great fortune. Things however would not stay this great for very long as many problems would soon arise. The more he spoiled his cat wives the more greedy they got, their demands got more frequent and more expensive.

They had also rapidly increased in number, going from the 31 originals to now well over 330 in less then five years. This was fixable according to him, as with how successful they where he and Hosfeild where taking about a new business idea to start selling these feminine feline monsters to consumers. He would never get to see this however as the company which had been in Husk family for generations was starting to tank due to his harem and neglect.

As his harem grew more demanding he started having to spend more time attempted to their desires then to his responsibilities as CEO. More and more money was being funneled to feed their ever expanding desires then to other more vital aspects, which alongside some of the Nekos taking to harassing employees caused many to quit. Firing and replacing a lot of chief personal with his Neko wives was not a smart idea either. At this point the Hosfeild became the only thing keeping the company alive.

Not only was his business life suffering but his personal life to. His neko wives where growing restless as his ability to satisfy them began to wane. Their loyalty and affection towards him began to decay, them growing violent when he couldn’t get them what they wanted fast enough. Clawing and biting him, tearing up his belongings and mansion and even stealing money directly from his personal and company accounts.

Eventually husk snapped, realizing his dream had become a nightmare. He blamed Hosfeild for his current predicament and fired him on the spot, believing he somehow programmed the Nekos to turn into these greedy monsters behind his back. Hosfeild denying such accusations and told him it’s entirely his fault he’s in this predicament, he’s the one that wanted and army cat women after all. After removing Hosfeild Husk sought to get rid of the cat girls so they would no longer plauge him.

Telling his harem to leave was of the table as they laughed him out of the room when he tried. Being more creative Husk used his rapidly dwindling funds to hire a small militia group to completely exterminate the Nekos. His plan was to lure his harem into a inescapable trap where the militia will ambush open fire on them, hopefully killing them all. All seemed to be going as planned but before it could be enacted someone in the militia group snitched to his harem about the death trap.

Enraged the whole hoard of Nekos turned on Husk, everyone descending onto him to rip him apart before fleeing. Weeks later authorities found him, or Atleast what was left of him. All they found was the mansion completely torn apart, claw marks everywhere with furniture, art, lighting everything in the house completely destroyed. They found the pieces of Nelon Husk body scattered all around the trashed mansion, looking as if he’s been torn apart and eaten by wild cats.

By that point the killer cat girls had long since fled, taking to the streets of zareen in search of new masters to spoil them. After his death Mr.Hosfeild bought and quickly restored the company back to a working state. In truth he had known something like this might happen and though it served that fool right. Mr.Hosfeild kept remembered the designer monster idea he and the late husk had and decided to run with it, the Neko thing being only a minor setback.

Biding his time and gathering reassures, infrastructure and patents to create designer monsters for consumer production and pleasure. Hopefully of a less perverted kind. That conclude the origin story of the Nekos, and what was originally just a joke post. BYW expect Chptr 11 of New York to be coming really soon.

As for Neko biology they look like a cross between a human women and a house cat in a similar orientation to faunae. Neko may actually be mistaken for faunae but lack horns and look more like house cats then wild cats. They range greatly in skin and fur colors and body shapes but all are beautiful in appearance. They keep their youthful appearance all throughout their short life. Their lifespan is similar to a cats, becoming adults by three years old and live about 16-20yrs.

Despite their beauty and grace they are rather dangerous having the strength, agility, senses and razor sharp claws and fangs of big cats. They also have a lot of feline behaviors such as scent marking, licking themselves to clean, pooping in dirt, climbing into high places and so on. Their general attitude is described as aloof, selfish and finicky, switching moods at seemingly the drop of a hat. One minute their affectionate and the next their claws and hissing for no reason.

Nekos are very similar to demons and are often compared to them. Both have a similar origin story and are rather lustful, being lusty and affectionate of a chosen master and turn violent of said master is unable to satisfy them. While a demons loyalty is bought by sexual satisfaction, a Nekos loyalty is bought by material satisfaction. Nekos are an all female species and where made to require human men to reproduce. Unlike demons who go after lonely, pathetic people Nekos target the wealthy.

While male humans are preferred, they will target anyone of suitable wealth. Once they find a prime mate or “master” they will proposition them into a sugerbaby type arrangement where they provide sex in return for being pampered. If they say no then the Neko will leave but if they say yes then they become their master. Despite the known risk many rich folk accept becoming a Nekos master, finding their exotic beauty irresistible (the mating pheromones Neko’s secrete defintionly helps in this).

Once a person has chosen to become a Nekos master they will be lavished in affection and sex by the Neko in return for pampering her. For as long as the master can continue to meet his feline mistress’s demands she will stay loyal to him. If they fail to meet her demands that’s when the problems start, Nekos are much like the humans and house cats that make them, their never satisfied with what they have and get greedier the more their pampered.

The longer a Neko is pampered the more demanding they become. Their request become more extreme and become violent when their demands are not met or are below their standards. Their known to claw at and bite their masters, leaving them with nasty wounds. Their rage is not limited to their master but also towards their family and belongings as well, stealing valuables and destroying furniture to make their point known or even attacking the masters family.

If the Nekos demands continue to not be met their tantrums get more frequent and violent. Until eventually they either leave on their own or outright attack their master, their being many cases of Nekos mauling their masters to death in their greed fueled tantrums. Like Demons are their are Nekos who don’t mean harm but struggle to control their desires.

Their range is mostly limited to Evik, with high concentrations found in Zareen. These monsters are generally considered pest with many public psa’s warning people to not get involved with them.

Anon, I love this. I know it’s supposed to be a bit of a shitpost, but it’s honestly great. It has so many elements of classic folklore but with a silly urban twist. As soon as I saw the name Nelon Husk I thought “Oh, this is gonna be good” lmao

The sad thing is, I could totally see some wackjob Zareenite CEO doing something like this...I think realistically, the Zareenite military would have exterminated these things before they got out of control, but who knows. Anything can happen, especially when rich people are involved and bribing everyone in sight.