"The Red... It's Everywhere... Can't You See It...?!"

"The red... it's everywhere... Can't you see it...?!"

If I don't draw for a few days, I start getting rusty, so I have to fart out something like this to remind my hand how to art.

By the end of both branches of The Road Not Trekked, Nerr is suffering from serious, irreperable brain damage, both traumatic and hypoxic (as a result of actually dying rather than almost dying, and being brain dead for several minutes). She suffers from near constant migraines and her fine motor skills have taken a hit (she can walk, but she has difficulty feeding herself), to say nothing of the insomnia, mood swings and hypogeusia (a taste disorder that reduces your ability to taste... well, flavor). She can deal with all that, and had been dealing with most of it for months already, but the thing that bothers her is the red. She occasionally experiences hallucinations, mostly triggered during moments of extreme stress when she sees warm colors (reds, oranges and yellows- if you read my fic, you'll know why that triggers it). She occasionally has violent outbursts at these times, but usually goes into a catatonic state for several minutes.

It doesn't matter what side she's on; Nerr never wins the war.

"Am I particularly known for giving a damn about people's opinions? If they want to talk, that's their problem, not mine. And not yours. ...you are always welcome here, Shura. For any reason."

In the context of The Rising Dark, this would be awkward, but Nerr is the stupidest, blindest person in the world when it comes to reading the mood. She wants her family to be happy, and that includes her retainers, and that includes Shura.

Gunther's just like, "...Kougan..."

A vanilla soy latte is a type of 3-bean soup.

Say what you will about Fates, but it’s art presentation is phenomenal. The music, art direction, character designs, and environments are stunning.

"I don't need your reassurance, Xander, nor yours, Camilla- I know I'm fabulous." Nerr is the kind of bitch who does not have any fucks to give. That's why she wears a hairpin, a daidem AND a big ass hat and looks FANTASTIC while doing so, because how DARE you tell her that's too cluttered, Leo. Just look at that pretty motherfucker. That is the sway of a woman who will eat your family then attend a gala in honor of the victims of this morning's tragic dragon attack. ...I think I'm actually a little jealous of Gunther now...