We Both Start Over (Gunther/Nerr Drabbles)

We Both Start Over (Gunther/Nerr drabbles)

So, I started doing one if those 100 themes challenges, but I never finish things like this, so I’ll be uploading the ones I did here, and if peoploe like them, maybe I’ll post them to my fanfic accounts. They’re all set in my Fates fic universe. TBH, I just wanted to write Gunther and Nerr with no silly plot to get in the way. 0000

“Nonsense” – It was a relatively calm day in the Nohrian camp. Yes, they were marching towards the capital to engage their age old enemy, the Hoshidans, and yes, there was always the threat of an enemy ambush, but in that singular moment, everything seemed perfectly normal. The sun was shining brightly over the brilliant azure sky and fluffy white clouds. The balmy weather made the miserable cold of Nohrian winters seem a hazy dream. It was not at all a wise thing to do, but for that day, for that moment, Gunther allowed himself to forget he was a soldier marching towards destruction. The embittered, jaded part of his mind warned him to not get complacent, for tragedy could strike at any moment, but it was easy enough to ignore thoughts like that as he lay on the pallet he shared with his newly betrothed. His lance was sharpened, his armor oiled and buffed, and he had taken to oiling Nerr’s as well, for she would certainly be in no mood to do it herself after the war council. Prince Xander had been insisting there be more held by the day, and the young princess darkly said at one point he was doing it solely out of spite for her. Gunther shut his eyes and shook his head. There would be time for thinking of spite later. At the moment, everything was perfect, and peaceful, and–

“Move over!!” The old knight barely had time to open his eyes before he was unceremoniously pushed aside. The pallet was not very large, and he had already been skirting the edge before the force of the shove sent him sprawling onto the hard packed dirt floor. Granted, it was not a long fall, but long enough to injure his pride. Fully roused from his contented state, he glared at the lump now encased in the blankets he had been laying on. “Nerr! What the ever loving hell is your problem?!” “Shut up, I’m hiding!” She hissed, her voice muffled by the blankets, though he could still hear a note of genuine fear therein. His violet eyes softened slightly.

“Hiding from what?” Silence was his answer, and Gunther reached out, slowly pulling the covers back just enough to reveal wide crimson eyes, darting to and fro in a panic. “Nerr? What is it, my love? What’s happened?” Her gaze stopped on him, pupils dilated fully. “Leo’s going to fucking kill me!” “Why? What’s happened?” At once, Nerr threw the covers from her, sitting on her knees, and began gesticulating wildly.

“When I cast the spell, I didn’t know the rabbit was still alive until I put it in the tomatoes, and now there’s fire EVERYWHERE…!!! How was I supposed to know he was using it as a toilet!?” Gunther watched his young fiancée try to catch her breath with a blank expression. So many questions ran through his mind that it simply… shut down in a last ditch effort to save his sanity. Quietly, he got to his feet, reaching down and taking Nerr by the arm, his grip gentle but firm. She seemed bemused by his actions, until he began dragging her to the entrance of the tent, at which point, she began struggling.

“H-hey! What are you doing?! No!” He paid her writhing no mind, opening the tent flap and pushing her outside, back into the sunshine. “I’m not dealing with this today, Nerr. I don’t care what insanity you’ve gotten yourself into- come back when you’ve straightened it all out.” “B-but–!” “No.” With one last, firm admonishment, he let the flap fall shut once more, sinking the interior of the tent back into relative darkness. With a sigh, Gunther headed back to the palet, straighted the blankets, and laid back down. Distantly, he could hear screams, and there was a faint whiff of smoke in the air, but it hardly bothered him. Nerr, Jakob and Felicia could handle fires just fine on their own. As a sense of calm began to overtake him once more, a jarring thought snapped him from his revere.

“Wait… was he using the rabbit as a toilet, or the tomatoes…?” So much for peace… 000000000000

Old art is old, man. This is from, like, four years ago (i had drawn this traditionally, but redrew and colored it in GIMP) One of my many, MANY OCs, Vincent Steele. He's from an original universe, not a fan character. He's a wizard, but has a rare disorder which causes him to have an allergic reaction to his own magic if he uses it(he'll go into anaphylactic shock). He's a freshman in a magic college, studying Magical Applications in Non-Magical Medicine (he wants to be a wizard doctor, basically). He has a hair-trigger temper, holds a grudge like no ones business, plays drums, and has a cat named Tief (german for "deep"). Most of his tats are the result of drunken dares and bets, but the roses he got in memory of his mother (she loved roses, and blue and yellow were her favorite colors). He has an older sister. If I can find art of her (unlikely) I might post it.

It would be so great if these good wishes would bless me, but I already feel cramps and a headache coming on...

May your next period be light and end quickly

A quick painting of Anankos’ human form for portrait practice, and to get back in the swing of actually painting again.

It seems like when the world saw human Anankos, they were all like…

“Oh, I bet he’s a sugoi kawaii desu bishonen under that hood~!” Meanwhile, I was like…

“…yeah, let’s make THIS happen…" 

Characters in hoods in FE games are generally customizable, because I guess it’s too much work to implement the customized unit in cutscenes, even though they’re rendered everywhere else in the game? But Anankos is NOT a customizable unit. Like Mikoto, he looks the same regardless of how Corrin looks. So, if there’s a normal face under that hood, why would he keep it hidden? Nah, there is some straight up lovecraftian shit he’s hiding under there. It makes me sad that there’s SOOO much potential for interesting character design in Fire Emblem, but it’s forgone in lieu of bland, fanservicey prettiness. I can even see Tiki and Nowi looking cute- their dragon forms are pretty normal. But Duma? Anankos? CORRIN?! Corrin’s quilin form h a s n o e y e s

Jacksonville Oreo

...my god, that is the most racist insult I've ever heard directed at myself. I mean, I've been called an Oreo in the past, but how DARE you remind me where I'm from?!

your hometown + the last food you ate is your cryptid name

So they went with the cowardly cop out of "not choosing a path". I hate Revelation so damn much... still, better than choosing Birthright like I was expecting. I'd have stopped reading if that had happened...

Fire Emblem if: The Crown of Nibelung (Chapter 6)! Thank you for your patience!

Translation, raws: @eclaiv Proofreading, cleaning: me

Story Thus Far

Leon was escorting Elise to the battlefield when he spotted Kamui riding a Hoshidan Pegasus. He was pleased to be reunited with his sister and offered to take Kamui back intoNohr’s protection at a nearby camp, but Kamui refused, saying that it was her duty to put a stop to the war. She raced to the center of the battlefield right between Marx and Ryoma, effectively halting their duel. When Leon and Elise finally caught up, a nearby archer accidentally let loose an arrow headed straight for Elise. Kamui, without any hesitation, struck at the arrow with her sword in order to protect her little sister. Leon is left speechless and awkward at the sight of Kamui who has changed so much from the last time he saw her…

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