world’s leading hubernologist (@hubernie) — Bluesky Profile

5 hours ago

the limit does not exist!!!

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6 hours ago

For a moment, her breast in his mouth, his slender thigh slotted firmly between her legs, Hubert feels a twinge of doubt, of shame.
In all of his fantasies, he knew just what to do.
Bernadetta would moan, squeak, sigh his name in the cockles of his ear. Hubert would bring her to orgasm after orgasm, until she ordered him to stop.
She would leave the encounter boneless, soaked in sweat, and lay her body against his, kissing his cheeks and nose if she had the energy to spare.
It had not occurred to Hubert that he may not, in fact, know how.
Hubert regretted nothing about the path he had cut.
Each drop of blood, each stroke of the knife, each burst of magical energy, was carefully calculated, nothing out of place. And yet, his devotion had left Hubert with little time to pursue romantic endeavors, no matter how badly he had craved for Bernadetta in particular.
Nevertheless, he is determined not to reveal his inexperience. The idea of Bernadetta realizing that this tryst, this tangled mess of limbs on the dirty floor, was to be Hubert's first and last sexual encounter, fills him with a sense of embarrassment.

Absently, as he withdraws his thigh to begin kissing a trail down her midsection, Hubert wonders if it is her first time, too. He dares not pause and ask, although he senses that he ought to. The notion of her intertwined with another, crying out their name, fills Hubert with a bizarre sense of possessiveness, despite the fact that Bernadetta has never been and will never be his.
Hubert glances up at Bernadetta as he hooks a finger into the hem of her smallclothes, and she nods. Peeling them aside, Hubert leans forward, kissing the lavender patch of curls. He'd heard the most delicious moans and sighs from Bernadetta when she had grinded her cunt against his thigh. He would simply need to explore her sex with his tongue until he earned that reaction again, until he finally knew what it would feel like, what it would sound like, to make her come for him.

bonus wip Wednesday

Here is “possessive Hubert trying to pull off the illusion that he is not a virgin despite his intensely maidenless aura”

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7 hours ago

The culture surrounding mounted combat, Ferdinand notes, is rather different in Almyra.
In Fodlan, horsemanship was associated with the nobility. Ferdinand had learned to ride a horse before he learned to write his name, as had many of his peers. Adrestian-style horsemanship was as natural to him as penmanship, and so, he had relished the opportunity to learn to command a wyvern under Professor Eisner's tutelage. After all, as he had often told them, there was nothing he could not achieve.
The wind had mused his neatly-groomed hair, and ruffled his finely-pressed clothes. It was freeing, exhilarating; staring down at his comrades from above had been great fun. Nevertheless, he recalled his father's disapproval when he had written home to tell him about it.
Wyvern riding is for the uncouth, his father had replied. The Goddess created horses for mankind; you are a nobleman, not a tamer of wild beasts. The leadership of Adrestia demands you behave yourself.
When I observe you at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion, I expect you to be astride a horse, the way the Goddess intended.
Nevermind that the archbishop's second-in-command was a wyvern rider.
It had been the first time his father had so directly disapproved of him, and it had stung so badly that Ferdinand had implored his professor to allow him to focus his efforts upon horsemanship once again. The judgement of Duke Aegir was superior, absolute.

What would his father think of him now, about to tour the Almyran skies, not only astride a wyvern, but alongside the king of a nation his father had always despised?
"You're awfully quiet today," Khalid observes candidly. "Don't tell me you're afraid of heights."
Ferdinand shakes his head. "Not at all. It is merely that... I hope you may be willing to guide me in this endeavor. Perhaps you would see fit to permit me to share a saddle with you, rather than to fly abreast of you."
He pauses. Ferdinand knew he was perfectly capable of flying and commanding a wyvern, but he needed an excuse to be close to Khalid. Now that he had deduced that Khalid feared an attack from Her Majesty, he could use that to his advantage. He adds, "It would cause a diplomatic incident if I were to fall from the sky to an early demise, yes?"
Khalid gives Ferdinand a once-over, and Ferdinand stands up a bit straighter, squaring his shoulders.

He had dressed for the occasion; not only for wyvern riding, but for Khalid himself. He had foregone his crimson suit-jacket, exposing his high-collared white shirt, and the golden vest which he wore over it.
Sharing a saddle would require Khalid to rest his hands on Ferdinand, and so he had made a point to fasten his vest as tightly as possible in the back, drawing attention to his waist. The sleeves of his starchy, white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing Ferdinand's forearms. He had run his comb through rosewater before brushing his hair, and he had tied it back with a thick, red ribbon. Ferdinand knew that asking Khalid to share a saddle with him would mean that his ginger hair would catch the wind, and when Khalid inevitably moved it over Ferdinand's shoulder, exposing the nape of his neck, he would be struck by the scent of pine needle scented cologne Ferdinand had applied there.
"It would indeed," Khalid finally answers, and Ferdinand chooses to interpret his slow response as a sign that he does, in fact, look as dashing as he feels. "I suppose I could give you the royal treatment just this once.

Ferdinand smiles at him, heart racing at the prospect.
Not for the first time, he imagines how it will feel to be pressed against Khalid, and have his beard tickling the scant bit of exposed flesh of his neck.
"Please, lead the way, Your Majesty."
Khalid mounts his wyvern with practiced ease, and Ferdinand's amber eyes follow the way his legs, muscular from years in the saddle, swing so easily into place. His fingers betray a peerless dexterity as they wrap around the saddle's horn. Ferdinand is so fixated on how natural, how handsome, that Khalid looks upon a wyvern's back, that he does not notice that Khalid is offering him a hand until he orders,
"Come."

wip Wednesday, and also White Boy Wednesday

Ferdinand is shooting the hardest shot he’s ever shot

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10 hours ago

“wait until Allison gets to Gay People in the Empire 3”

“what the fuck is Gay People in the Empire 3”

a text from Allison in the group chat at 3 am: (Gameplay screenshot) “Gay People in the Empire 3!!!”

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10 hours ago

probably the best thing about not one but two people I play DnD with running through Crimson Flower for the first time after my Influence ™️ is our use of the expression “gay people in the Empire” whenever you unexpectedly encounter a Gay Thing in your Fantasy Media

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12 hours ago

I have a truly massive Tasting Board of Hubernies if you are ever interested! I've written tons of moods!

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14 hours ago

Ferdinand mentions in a letter to Bernadetta that it’s been a long time since he got rejected. he is bringing everything he has this time.

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14 hours ago

real Adrestian excellence. okay whore

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14 hours ago

unleashing ferdiclaude wip onto the general public in a bit I am so sorry

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1 week ago

A sample of Min's art. It shows A half-body illustration depicting a ship art of Glinda and Elphaba from Wicked. Elphaba is at the top left of the canvas, leaning out of a rectangle frame while looking below to Glinda at the lower right of the canvas who does the same. They are talking over the telephone with the cord forming a heart in the middle as it connects to both of their respective telephones. They both sport business casual outfits, Elphaba wearing a black long sleeve blouse with a big grayish purple blow, and Glinda wearing a similar outfit but in light purple with pink bows. The colors are vibrant and sweet, using a lot of brown and pink tones.

There are bridges you don't know you've crossed until you've crossed them—thank goodness Page Artist Min is here to be our guide (to all things Gelphie)!

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5 days ago

A sample of @honeybee.arts's spot art. It shows Elphaba from Wicked

Tax evasion in Emerald City came at too high a cost for Spot Artist honeybee.arts, who got banned for her antics. We welcome her with open arms!

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15 hours ago

Two low quality images of Squidward. In the first he wears a blonde wig. In the second the wig is poofing apart; it is a “wig flew” esque joke

“it is you i have loved” is SO good!!!! but i am ashamed to put it in the hubern playlist because of the fucking shrek album art. and that is a Shame because it’s

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16 hours ago

can I say something embarrassing. is this a safe space. i think the first two shrek movies are both so fucking good and their soundtracks are *so* good and it’s such a shame that the third movie is so bad because i think it’s why we remember shrek as a meme and not as a great movie series

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1 day ago

Hubert knows he’s stayed up too late when he briefly looks out the window to temporarily relieve his eye strain and sees Ferdinand going for his daily 5 am run. another day at the office

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1 day ago

The black eagles class from Fire Emblem 3 Houses have their portraits arranged in a circle around Byleth, with Edelgard above in more detail. They are stylized like they are in stained glass.

I still really love this piece I did for a Fire Emblem 3 Houses zine I was in a while back! This was made into coasters and I think they turned out so cute. I was super happy to get to draw the black eagles… Edelgard my beloved… 🦅❤️

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1 day ago

it is!!!!! it is a very Fun read. it’s nice to enjoy queer art that is lighthearted and fun!

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3 weeks ago

An image of a sentence from the book "Apparently Sir Cameron Needs to Die" by Greer Stothers, which was taken from Tumblr for the purpose of making this edit.

Ferdinand's sad face has been superimposed over the sentence to imply he is speaking.

The sentence reads, "His face twisted into something that even an optimist like me would struggle to read as lust."

many such cases

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1 day ago

very much a
>look inside
>wires

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1 day ago

tumblr is not a functioning website why did it just recommend me a blog to follow in which literally 95% of the person’s posts are blacked out and I see “post contains muted tag” like girl why would I follow them!

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1 day ago

Tumblr post by user sunfortunate. It says “how I look bagging the baddest bitch in the ton after doing everything wrong.” It then shows a picture of Jonathan Bailey as Anthony Bridgerton smiling smugly.

I have added these tags:

#I know this is my 3H side blog #I know hubernie are not enemies to lovers the way Kanthony are #but listen to me #the phrase how | look bagging the baddest bitch in the ton after doing everything wrong' #is so incredibly Hubert coded #Hubert after marrying the cutest girl in Adrestia after he fucked up at every opportunity and did everything wrong #OP this phrase has never left my head in weeks #hubertcore

probably my all time fave. my tags are hubernie in nature because I am tumblr user hubernies and bluesky user hubernie and therefore I am just Like That but Hubert does this with every single person he has a paired ending with with literally zero exceptions

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1 day ago

tumblr post by user mynorthernattitude. It says,

“rage bait idea: like your own texts during an argument”

I tagged this as ferdiecore

Tumblr post by user thydungeongal. It says,

“You probably didn't know that in the lyrics of
"Sugar, Sugar," the 1969 bubblegum pop hit released by The Archies, "sugar" is a euphemism for cocaine and "honey" is a euphemism for heroin.
The reason you don't know this is that I just made it up.”

I have tagged this as “#Hubertcore #lying for fun!!”

Tumblr post by user segamascott. It says,

i will never be horny again until a few hours probably

I have tagged it as:
#hubertcore #it's important to me that he sees horniness as a personal failing and has just devastating post nut clarity #he's like. that was so embarrassing why did I want to do that to you. #why did I say that to her. #etc etc #worse if he's not partnered

more bangers

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1 day ago

NBC News poll

Voters hold negative views of Al. In fact, the only topics less popular in the survey were the Democratic Party and Iran.

Truly a perfect news alert

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1 day ago

it’s important to me that Ferdinand is not staying up til midnight on NYE because he plans on getting up at 6 am for work and getting the year off to a good productive start. Hubert’s also there at 6 am but never went to bed. what ideas will they share with Edelgard

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1 day ago

Tumblr post by innerchildabortionclinic. It shows a tweet that says “watching the light leave a victim’s eyes can be so hard on empaths.”

I reblogged this and added these tags:

#HUBERTCORE #not in that he is an empath bc he's not #but this is the kind of thing he'd say to Ferdinand and think he's being comforting #like he'd really and truly leave that conversation being like 'I nailed that'

Tumblr post by user oldbutchdanielcraig. It says:

i'm having a bad day. someone is going to die today (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) and it's not going to be me. (gets scared someone will report me to the police) people around the world die of natural causes every day. (remembers i want people to think i'm smart) and i know who it's going to be (remembers i want to retain an air of mystery) but i'm not telling.

I have added the following tags:
#berniecore #queen of having ocd and botched social interactions

Screenshot of part of a tumblr post which was cataloging news headlines about having a happy new year that used the word Gay in place of Happy. In the screenshot, the text “Gay until midnight and then goodnight” is written.

I have added these tags:

#gay until midnight and then goodnight is very #ferdiecore #because he's going to bed at a reasonable hour #hashtag wellness

A tumblr post which shows a screenshot of a Tweet. The Tweet reads “this fucking dyke” and then shows a screenshot from Wikipedia. The Wikipedia screenshot says

“In Baum's final book, Glinda of Oz, we learn that Glinda resides in a castle with one hundred of the most beautiful women in Oz at her beck and call.”

To this I have added the following tags;

#okay last wicked post on the 3h blog #BUT. #despite her being the Elphaba one #this is insanely Edelgardcore #ediecore

on my FE tumblr I like to reblog posts that remind me of my faves. I tag them stuff like “berniecore” “hubertcore” “ferdiecore” and “ediecore”

here are some bangers from the ___core tags

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2 days ago

close to finished with two different fics and each of them has a personal favorite hubernie flavor (“existing in the background as established relationship that’s going well and keeps Hubert just calm and distracted enough not to interfere with the A plot” and “Category 5 Hubert Moment”)

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2 days ago

unfortunately "why would I let go of Katara? I love her! Why would I choose cosmic energy over Katara? How could it be a bad thing that I feel attachment to her?" ate in 2006 and it eats in 2026.

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2 days ago

the thing is though as much as my most loved tropes do expose me as kind of square. I am in fact always gagged by true love? like in the season finale of atla s2, when the protagonist turns down immense cosmic power because it means letting go of someone he loves, and he dies as a result? gagged

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2 days ago

I’m gonna revise this to actually edit the text for each tier because the labels did not quite suit my thoughts most of the time 📝

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2 days ago

literally! dead dove means (or is supposed to mean) “mind the tags and then read on at your own risk” it’s not a Genre!!!

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2 days ago

as is his right!

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