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"At times like these, I don't know what to do, so let me melt into you..."
I don't know why tumblr fucked up my first upload of this, and apparently, I can't edit posts on the browser (if I can, please teach me how because I can't figure it out), so I'm reloading it.
We Both Start Over (Gunther/Nerr drabbles)
“Ninja Turtles”
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Normally Nerr was very active in camp, going around and taking inventory, listening to grievances, or else, just offering a friendly hello to the soldiers under her command, but today, she had been acting rather... furtive. Gunther had noticed her eyes scanning the immediate area more often than usual. When he brought it up, she simply replied, “Assassins”. It was a reason that needed no further explanation, he knew, but nonetheless, it did not strike him as the whole truth. After all, if she were so concerned about Hoshidans getting the slip on her, why would she keep sneaking away and heading to dark, desolate corners of camp all by her lonesome? Gunther knew something was afoot, but he also knew his young wife would never tell him what it was. Since he returned from the hellish purgatory that had been his prison for three long months, he'd found his once transparent liege had become closed off and secretive. She wore layers upon layers of masks, to the point he where couldn't even be sure if she was being herself around him, of if it was simply another “act”, as she called it. Regardless of her true feelings, however, his love remained strong as ever, and with it, his concern for his mistress grew.
Whatever she was hellbent on keeping secret could be nothing good. So, as the Nohrian princess slipped away from the crowd of soldiers she had been conversing with for the fifth time, Gunther decided to follow her. He stayed just close enough to keep her in his line of sight, edging along the tents and supplies that littered the camp so that if she turned around and spotted him, it would appear that he was simply straightening the weapons that lay in disarray (which he did anyway, because the sight of askew lances made his skin crawl). As Nerr disappeared behind one of the storage tents, he frowned, carving the lines near his mouth deeper. What was that girl up to? As quietly as he could manage (no easy feat in a suit of armor), he crept up to where she had vanished. There in the shadows, the younger girl stooped over something, so engrossed with whatever she was doing that she didn't notice she was no longer alone until Gunther cleared his throat. At once, she turned, and he found the gilded point of her Yato leveled with his throat. Crimson eyes, wide with fear, slowly returned to their normal size, and Nerr let out a deep sigh, dropping her blade.
“Gods, Gunther- I nearly slit your throat! You know better than to sneak up on me!”
“Perhaps I would not have to sneak up on you if you didn't skulk around in dark corners, my lady.” He said, sounding far calmer than he felt. Her full lips pursed in annoyance, and she sheathed her sword with an irriatated sniff.
“I'm not 'skulking'. Perhaps I simply wanted a moment of privacy?”
“You could get privacy in our tent. Loitering in the shadows hardly inspires confidence.” The knight frowned slightly as he noticed something covered in a blanket behind her. “What have you got there, Nerr?”
“Nothing.” She said quickly. Far too quickly. Gently pushing her to one side and ignoring her protests, Gunther bent over and pulled the blanket away, revealing a basket. His stomach chruned slightly. Oh gods, what was this? Dozens of scenarios ran through his mind, starting with raw entrails and growing more macabre from there.
“Don't open that!” She cried out, but as was human nature, her warning only made him curiouser yet. Flipping over the the lid, his expression fell. Straightening, Gunther turned once more to face his wife, who was looking at her feet. He leveled her with a hard stare.
“...No. No. More. Pets.” At once, she raised her gaze to meet his, her face incredulous.
“I'm not an idiot, Gunther! I'm not going to keep turtles as pets in the midst of a war!”
“Then why do you have them?” Of all the things to discover... he was beginning to wish there had been body parts in the basket after all. At least that he could understand. Pouting, Nerr bent and retrieved her basket, her expression softening into a smile as she looked in at it's contents.
“They were in the middle of the trail when we were marching last night. I didn't want anyone's horse to trample the poor things, so I grabbed them. As soon as we come across a river or pond, I'm going to let them go.” Gunther felt his heart melt slightly. Of course she would make a conscious effort to save turtles. But...
“Then why keep this a secret? I thought you were slowly disposing of a body.”
Crimson eyes locked on his, hard and cold.
“If I were disposing of a body, I'd be done before you noticed anything was amiss.” Glancing back at the turtles, she smiled, every trace of a killer gone at once. “We're running low on rations. If anyone found out I had fresh meat, they'd insist we kill them for food. And while I can't very well begrudge my soldiers being hungry, I couldn't bear the thought of killing something so cute. Look at him!” She reached into the basket and pulled one of the reptiles out. It was about the size of an open hand, dark green and wrinkled. Gunther recoiled as he looked into it's beady eyes, his lip twisting. “Cute” was not the word he would use to describe such a thing, but Nerr's aesthetic sense was... skewed... to say the least (after all, she called him “adorable” on many occasions).
“Yes, that's very... yes.” The princess pulled the reptile back, cooing over it.
“He's almost the same shade of green as Kaze's hair. And look at this one!” She replaced one turtle and pulled out the other one. This one looked even uglier, with dark red streaks running along it's leathery hide, and a milky white eye. “This one has one eye, like Kaze's brother. They're turtle brothers- ninja brothers! They're turtle ninjas!” Gunther sighed quietly. It had already begun. Anytime Nerr found an animal, she gave it a name and then refused to part with it. It was an undue hassle, but that soft heart of hers was part of why he loved her so. He rested his hand atop her head.
“I want them gone tomorrow, Nerr. Or you're going to be having ninja turtle soup.”
“Turtle ninjas!”
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A/N- I imagine that between the death, and hunger, and fear and jomesickness and constant sense of soul-crushing misery that follows Nerr's battalion through Hoshido during the war, there are moments like this sprinkled around, like idividually wrapped cookies buried in the overflowing dirty litterbox of life. She really loves animals, to the point that even though she doesn't like bugs, she can't stand to let anyone kill them.
Also, I had a pet turtle growing up. They are horrifying, smelly monsters, but they're so cute when they're little!
We Both Start Over (Gunther/Nerr drabbles)
“A Fork in the Road” –
Nerr was supposed to be studying the map before her, but ten minutes of looking at the crosshatched landmarks had left her mind wandering. She currently sat slumped over her makeshift desk, resting her cheek on one had as the other lazily traced a figure eight on the map, starting at the Infinite Chasm, looping around Nohr, then crossing the chasm once more to loop around Hoshido, ad infinitum. Her eyes itched from strain and sleep deprevation, the dimmly flickering lamplight doing her no favors. She needed to sleep, but she knew the moment she put the map away, she would start thinking about it again. Large, stong arms wrapped around her stomach from behind as the weight of another's head rested atop her own.
“Do you ever think about fate, Nerr?” Her lips pulled into a smile of habit alone, a conditioned reflex as Gunther's low voice reverberated through her skull. His inquiry, however, was less appreciated.
“Fate is a stupid fairytale believed by stupid people, Gunther.”
“Is that how you think of me, then?” At once, the princess's smile slipped away, and she turned in her beloved's grasp to face him, and incredulous look on her face.
“You jest. You can't honestly believe that your life has been predetermined. I refuse to accept that.”
“Not every aspect of it, no.” The older man conceded. “But when I think of you- when I think of us... I cannot help but feel there is some greater force at play.” Nerr gave a scoffing laugh.
“That's ridiculous. It isn't the will of the gods that I love you.”
“Perhaps not, but so many other things could be.” Gunther said solemnly, his expression dark, the shadows cast by the lamp making the harsh planes of his face more severe. “If anything had gone differently... if King Garon had not kidnapped you that day, if he hadn't sent me to punish you... if you were a boy--” Nerr held her hand up, stopping him.
“I would still love you if I were a boy. Do you not feel the same?”
“I do, but what if--”
“What if the sky turns to fire and your nose falls off?” She reached up, tapping the tip of her index finger against his crooked septum for emphasis. “Random chance is not fate, Gunther. Do you really think the gods are up there, planning out the week and deciding if it should rain or snow each day? If Father had never kidnapped me, we would never have met, and we wouldn't know what we were missing- it's as simple as that. The only thing that shapes our lives are the choices we make.” Gunther remained silent for a long while, his jaw tight. When he finally spoke once more, his voice was quiet.
“And what if we had made different choices? What if you had taken a different path in life?” In truth, Nerr had often thought of that, too. What if, in a moment of madness, she had sided with Hoshido? What if their paths had never crossed again? Pensive, she glanced back at the map. They were nearly at the wall of Susano-O. The princess brushed her finger against their current position, trailing it back across the plains and over the chasm. She continued on through Nohr, through Windmire and off the map, dragging her finger over the contours of muscle she could feel through the thin shirt Gunther wore, and stopping at his sternum.
“All my paths lead here. Some might be longer, others shorter, but this is where they all stop.” A rough, calloused hand, much larger than her own, gently encased her fingers, lifting them up to surprisingly soft lips.
“Fate or not, I thank the gods everyday that my path is intertwined with yours.” His breath was warm on her fingers, and she smiled once more.
“As do I, my love.” She paused for a moment, then smiled wider, getting to her feet. “Let's go to sleep. Strategic thinking can wait until the morning.”
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A/N- All Nerr's paths lead back to Gunther... y'know, except for the ones where she doesn't side with Nohr. But I'm sure that'll never happen...
We Both Start Over (Gunther/Nerr drabbles)
“Hugs” – Physical affection had been banned for the inhabitants of the Northern Citadel for several years now. Though in truth, that rule was only really enforced when it came to members of the opposite sex. No kisses on the cheek (or elsewhere...), no holding hands, certainly no being alone together... and definitely no hugging. It was not a decree that came from King Garon, or even Prince Xander. Gunther had instituted it himself and was it's firmest advocator. It wasn't that he was a cold man who found the concept of affection abhorrent (given his past, he'd be a hypocrite of the highest order to do so). No, it was simply a result of circumstance... the circumstance of an overly affectionate lady liege who had been blissfully unaware of the changes in her blossoming body. Gunther had noticed, and unfortunately, so did Jakob. Bad enough a hormone addled teenage boy lived with a quickly maturing young girl, but he would be damned if he let them be alone together. It only took a moment of weakness to lead to a lifetime of regret, after all. He had set up that rule simply because the young steward could not be trusted... was what he told himself. Not because he had felt his mistress's newly budding breasts press against him and in that moment, had a dozen suggestive thoughts run through his own mind. He was nearing sixty- he wasn't some lovesick swain who couldn't control his baser instincts. That was a very chivalrous thought, one he would've believed had he not currently found his face pressed against two now very mature breasts, sinewy arms wrapped around his head and shoulders in an iron embrace, keeping him there. “Nerr, I--” “Shhhh... just let me hold you for a bit.” She wore no armor, just a thin linen shirt, and he could feel the warmth radiating from her. “This is untoward.” He hissed, cringing mentally as his voice cracked slightly. No one was supposed to know they were betrothed; there would severe repercussions for them both should Princess Camilla or Prince Xander find out, and yet Nerr had tricked him into bending down, acting as though she wished to tell him something not meant for eavesdropping ears, and promptly captured him in her grasp. Gunther could feel his back growng stiff. He wasn't accustomed to remaining doubled over for so long. “Nerr--” “Just a little longer.” The veteran knight had no choice but to comply with her wishes. He could struggle, to be sure, perhaps even pull himself free, but there were times when Nerr's draconic instinct seemed to take over, and that was what stayed his hand. The last time he had tried to pull away as she “embraced” him, her grip had tightened so much that he had been left with bruises. She didn't even seem to realize that she had hurt him, which was the most worrying thing. Feral wyverns often did the same thing to their prey, clamping down further with each struggle until their quarry could no longer draw breath. Gunther trusted his fiancée was not secretly planning to eat him, but in the back of his mind, he couldn't be sure. Sighing, his breath causing the thin cloth of her blouse to flutter slightly, he asked the only question she would allow him to finish. “Why?” At once, she withdrew, her absence coming so suddenly, he nearly tipped over without her there as a support. Her expression was that of a guileless child, all wide eyes and parted lips, as though she hadn't nearly smothered him just now. “To make up for lost time, of course. I have five years worth of hugs pent up inside of me. They need an outlet.” The older man felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. Straightening, he reached out, pulling her close to his own chest. There was no need for her to stoop, as that was exactly where her head came to, and he reveled in the soft warmth pressed against him. “Gunther? What are you--” “Shhh. We'll get through them twice as quickly like this.” 000000000000 A/N- She learned it from Camilla, of course. So, in "The Road Not Trekked", the story Nerr comes from, the only inhabitants of the Northern Citadel are her and her core servants (Gunther, Jakob, Flora and Felicia, and Lilith, in order of arriving). There's no other staff, no one else living there at all. There USED to be, but they all left shortly after Jakob arrived, and it's safe to say Gunther's responsible for that. For six years, the three of them lived alone (much to Camilla's chagrin), until Nerr turned 11 and started going through puberty, at which point Gunther promptly told Jakob he was never allowed to be alone with her again and went to Garon to request female servants for his liege, which is why Flora and Felicia were sent to the boonies, as opposed to staying in Krakenburg, which is better protected and in closer sight of the king. Despite knowing a great deal about physiology and the reproductive process, Nerr is very much clueless that people might view her any way but platonically, and as such, has no real understanding why jumping on sexually frustrated men and rubbing her boobs on them might be awkward for them. Seriously, she could be walking around butt nekkid and see Jakob pop a boner, and the thought that it's because of *her* would never cross her mind. "Oh, goodness. Do you have to pee, Jakob? I've read that a full bladder can cause an erection." "N-no, milady, that's definitely not why..." "Hmm. Well, sometimes they just happen for no reason. Penises are weird. *casually walks away, still naked*"
"How would you like your hair, my little ladyship?" "Ummm... pretty!" "Heh heh... Very well. I will try my hardest to make it 'pretty'..." Gunther had two younger sisters growing up, and with their mother constantly working to support a family of four on her own, things like doing their hair fell to him. Of course, as a ten year old boy with no practice in such matters, the most he could do was ponytails and simple braids, but they appreciated his efforts nonetheless. Fast forward forty years, and he still never bothered to expand his styling repetoir, but Nerr and Jakob didn't mind. My point? Nerr and (to a lesser extent) Jakob are very sentimental and still wear their hair the way Gunther used to do it for them as children. Of course, Jakob would die before admiting that, and even Nerr tends to be a bit evasive when it comes to explaining why she doesn't want to try new styles.
Queen Nerr of Nohr, The Conquering Monarch and her late husband, Prince-Consort Gunther, The Shadow of Death A head canon where events play out as they do in Conquest, but Xander (and possibly Elise) die as they do in Birthright. Camilla still abdicates the throne, having never had much of a head for politics, but as Nerr is the third in the line of succession (Garon both formally legitimized her), she becomes the new ruler, rather than Leo, who instead becomes one of her advisors, taking over as her chief advisor when her husband died. Nerr is incredibly adept at political affairs, having both a shrewd intellect and a natural charisma. She has many allies, not just throughout the many duchies of Nohr, but also throughout Hoshido, namely Moukushuu, Kouga, Izumo and Kazeho. Having personal ties to so many political leaders, as well as having been well versed in negotiation since she was very young (her natural aptitude for manipulating people into giving her what she wants was one of the few things Garon nurtured in her) results in her quite easily brokering deals to the benefit of her queendom. Even Leo admits that she’s much better suited to be in a position of power than him. She’s well loved by the common folk because she overtly places a precedence on their well being above the wealthier castes. Feelings are mixed amongst the nobility. A few nobles recognize that she’s a young girl trying to fix a kingdom that’s been on the brink of collapse for almost a century, but most aristocrats simply disdain this Hoshidan whore and her peasant husband for daring to try and uproot their way of life. There have been several assassination attempts on her life, but alas, assassins creeping on her are old hat for the Dark Blood Princess. Despite the love she holds for her subjects, she is a cold woman, unnerving people with her often vacant stare and flat affect. She’s well known for publicly, and personally, executing those involved in attempted coups. She has become much crueler since the passing of her husband, formerly Sir Gunther, five years after she ascended the throne. A rumor has passed through the staff of Castle Krakenburg that she was involved in murdering him directly, several sources stating that she could be heard speaking to a third person in their quarters the day he passed, though the identity of this third party remains a mystery. Those close to her know this is nonsense as she put the wellbeing of her former retainer above all else, including her queendom and family. Her mental state seems to have severely degraded since his death. They express concern for her as she is often found staring at fountains and ponds, stating he speaks to her through the water, and “he’ll return alive” when she finds “Aum”.
We Both Start Over (Gunther/Nerr drabbles)
“A Chance Meeting” Though Castle Krakenburg was now her home, Nerr often found herself longing for the Northern Citadel. It was a delapidated prison in a barren wasteland, as she was often reminded, but it always would always be her real home in her heart. Often times, when there was no work to do, no levee to attend or meeting to schedule, she would simply walk the desolate path leading away from the capital and into the mountains. Telling anyone where she was going would only cause them to try and talk her out if it, for it seemed her entire family was hellbent on ensuring she forgot that part of her life. But it was a part she clung to, even knowing what a sorry lie it had been. When Gunther found out where she was going those long hours she could not be found, he surprised her by not admonishing her as she had assumed he might, but rather, inisting he accompany her. She had no complaints, and in fact welcomed his presence, but he had made it known in the past that he had no love for the drafty fortress. It always was, and always would be, in his mind, a prison. Some days, they simply walked the sprawling corridors, pointing out little nooks and crannies where memories had been made over the years. One day, however, their impromptu tour headed lower, into the ancient cellars. Nerr shuddered as she stepped into the deep caverns, the air stagnant and heavy with mildew and decay. She had not been this far down in years, not since she was a small child, a Hoshidan prisoner of war rather than a Nohrian princess. The thought gave her pause. Though the winding tunnels had been abandoned for so long, the enchanted torches that lined the walls still burned strongly, casting a violet hue over the walls. Gunther was still walking, heading deeper into the catacombs, and Nerr quickly ran to join him, her skin crawling at the thought of being left alone there even for a moment. For a time, they walked in silence, the only sound that of their steps on the mildew slicked stone. “...where are we going, Gunther?” She asked quietly after a while. Her husband did not respond, the heavy shadows making his face appear harsher than it normally did. His gait was purposeful, almost angry, hers a meek tip toe in comparison. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a heavy iron door, it's massive hinges caked in rust. “...Gunther...?” “This was your cell.” He said, his voice cold, monotonous. As Nerr glanced back at the door, her stomach seemed to twist and turn under her ribs. The old knight either did not notice her discomfort, or else, did not care as he continued speaking, each word harsher than the last. “The only reason King Garon sent me here was because he knew I followed orders, no matter how cruel. I'd kill anyone, anywhere. Children, animals, old people; it didn't matter.” He turned to face her, the flickering light of the violet flames dancing across his face reminding her suddenly of the demon that murdered her mother. “I'd have killed you without a second thought.” The princess swallowed hard, trying to wet her parched mouth. “...then why didn't you?” Something seemed to crack in Gunther's expression, that hard mask quickly devolving into abject misery. “... ...I don't know. I've asked myself that so many times, and the truth is that I simply do not know. I'd never disobeyed an order before I met you.” Nerr closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, the stench of the catacombs bringing unwanted memories to the surface of her mind. “...well, I'm grateful you met me when you did, my love.” “Why is that?” “Because if we had met now rather than then, I would probably have killed you first.” The silence between them grew heavier, broken only by the dripping of water and the occasional crackle of the torches. How much had changed since that first encounter... 000000000000 A/N- So, if you haven't read, “The Rising Dark”, Nerr kind of has a strict, “Kill them before they kill me” policy in place after the first attempt on her life. There's no doubt in my mind that if Gunther approached her with a whip these days (and not for kinky purposes), she'd dismember him and have him buried in a shallow grave before she even realized what she was doing.
"Oh. Oh, damn, I think he's mauling you, Nerr..." "I KNOW! ISN'T IT THE CUTEST THING EVER?!" "Uh, I see blood-- Daaaaaw!!! He fell over! Somebody's a sleepy baby~♡" So, @news14-arts and I now have a head canon that baby Kanna sporadically turns into a dragon but doesn't realize it. And that would be worrisome, especially to Nerr, but who can think about their child turning feral when he bloomps over to you and starts chewing on your feet. Of course, his mandible is essentially a bear trap, but Nerr heals fast. Also, the little antenae-dodads the dragons have act like a dog's tail. Kanna is very happy to be the center of his parents' attention.
Nerr looks hella tight. That expression is just... her. 1000%. tfw you're supposed to be amiable to the visiting royal family because you're a princess and an ambassador, but you're getting ulcer trying to restrain yourself from running over and decking them because they're also your family and you hate them.
"Emperor Ryouma. Prince Takumi." 'Fucking Hoshidans...'
So I was curious how my new computer would handle one of my favorite games, Final Fantasy 14. So I downloaded the benchmark for it and lo and behold, the new one has a character creator in it, so I made Vanessa :D And then I took it a few steps further and made some of her friends, too
Like Rosamund for @news14-arts
Liara for @luminarygarbagequeen
And last but not least, Nerr for @silvershadow1711
Apologies if any details arent quite right, the character creator in FFXIV leaves a little something to be desired, but I got as close as I possibly could :D
Here’s some mildly NSFW-ish Gunnerr doodles. I say mildly because they denote sexual activities, but there’s nothing exactly “sexual” visible, not even boobs.
I did these partially for anatomical/sketching practice, partially because it’s just fun. Cunther takes eating out much more seriously than he does blow jobs.
“Do you HAVE to train while we’re doing this?”
“I think you’ve known me long enough by now to know that the answer to that is obviously YES.”
“Should– should I be training too?”
“No, darling. You just lie back and relax. You deserve a break.”
“But… YOU don’t?”
“It’s called multitasking, Nerr.”
For as serious as he is in the public eye, behind closed doors, Gunther’s just a big, silly dork.
We Both Start Over (Gunther/Nerr drabbles)
“Scream” – The sound woke her up, reverberating inside her skull and confusing her in her semi-conscious state. Struggling to untangle herself from her covers, Nerr didn't even bother pushing the tangled hair from her face as she reached under her pillow, grabbing the handle of the long knife that resided there. Though her Yato remained ever at her side, it was too long and unwieldy for close, sudden combat. Eyes still glued shut with sleep, she whipped her head to and fro, trying to get a sense of where the danger was. She could hear no signs of a struggle, could smell no blood... It took a moment to realize that it had been a hoarse cry that roused her, an even longer moment to realize exactly where it had come from. Lowering her weapon ever so slightly, the princess turned to face the other occupant of her bed. Gunther lay there, stock still, eyes wide, a rictus grimace of fear frozen on his face. He clutched the comforter so tightly she could see his knuckles turning stark white even as his hands shook slightly. With her own pulse no longer thundering in her ears, she could hear his breathing, short, almost pained gasps. Sighing deeply, the princess returned the knife back under her pillow and slowly laid back down, resting her head as slowly and carefully onto her husband's chest as she could. She could feel the thrumming of his pulse against her skin. “What happened, Gunther?” She asked quietly. There was no corporeal danger at the moment, but she knew full well that did not make his fear any less real. It was always a hit or miss whether or not he would confide in her. Sometimes, he began speaking right away, his voice tight with fear, with pain, with tears, as he slowly recounted whatever horrid memory plagued his dreams at the moment. Other times, they simply lapsed into silence and eventually fell asleep once more. She had given him the chance to say what was on his mind; that was all she could do for him now. 000000000000 A/N- Short chapter, but I felt that less was more in this case.
Oh. My god. Y'all gotta read this, right stat now, because it is so cute and sweet and fluffy that it's keeping me from english-ing good!!!! My babies are actually HAPPY!!!
Drink it in, folks, cuz you ain't getting this kind of feel-good fluff from me.
I FINALLY got around to finishing the fic that I gave away in the contest. This fic was written for the lovely @silvershadow1711 It features her OC Nerr (who is a bad ass by the way, seriously go check her out on Silver’s blog) and her husband Gunter from Fire Emblem Fates, post conquest. Silver requested that it focus on Nerr making clothing for Gunter and so it features Nerr making a suit for Gunter to help him adjust to his new life as a noble. I am still so very sorry that it took so long but I appreciate your patience and I hope you like it!
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An in-progress pic of the cover illustration for "The Falling Light", the Birthright branch of my FE: Fates fic, "The Road Not Trekked". The top picture is for the completed Conquest branch, "The Rising Dark". It started just as sparse as the bottom version, so I look at it to remind myself that it WILL look better if I keep working on it.
Another pen sketch, so I can say I did TWO things for Inktober. Yay me!! I don't really pay attention to anime anymore, but I have completely fallen in love with A Centaur's Life. So of course I started thinking of Fates characters as hexapedal races. My current headcanon is that cavaliers are centaurs, fliers are draconid/angelfolk, depending on where they hail from (Nohrians are imps, Hoshidans are angels), and everyone else is a catperson or faun. Vallites are merfolk (and Nerr is half mer, half Antartican, hence the scales on her face and tail). Nerr totally rides Gunther like a mount, but only when his hands are full because he prefers carrying her.
"I don't want any of you brats thinking this is going to be an everyday occurance. Just because Lady Nerr sits on my shoulders doesn't mean you can."
"Whatever, old man. This is the only thing you're good for."
Still obsessing over my hexapedal Fates AU. I revamped Guntaur a bit because I want him to be more like a clydesdale (totally not because I want him to tower over Xander or anything...). Given his surface area, he's very warm, making for a very comfortable seat, especially in the winter. Nerr has no legs, and has difficulty manuevering in the snow, but the other children have no excuse, especially not Flora and Felicia.
One day I'll care enough about the other characters to draw them too.
A super quick pen sketch. I might do a real version one day if I ever get any inspiration.
I swear to god, I could write a ten-page oneshot just based on this one verse. This is Gunnerr canon, now.
After all, I can’t tell what’s so different between that corpse and me…
a sad day…
HHhhhhhnnnnnggghhhh....!!!!!
I would drop kick the Mona Lisa to make room for this. Behold: a TRUE masterpiece!!!
a something i did for @silvershadow1711 / @conqueringmonarch since i found a lingerie set on the internets that would be perfect for princess nerr. i’m quite pleased with the appliqué effect i was able to do with a gel pen.
Some WIPs I'm working on. I've decided that I want to do a Gunnerr set for every special banner we've had in Heroes thus far. I already did the Summer banner, so now I have to do East-- er, Spring Fesitval, Bridal, Performing Arts, Hallowe-- ehrm, Fall Festival, Ch-- Winter Festival and probably New... Season... Festival?
For over a month, I've been working on my seasonal FEH banner Gunnerr series and have JUST gotten to the coloring stage (it's mostly taken so long because of the damn freezing weather and me being too cold to even hold my pencils). Two more pictures and I'm DONE with them, thank gawd. I have weapons for banner, but I kinda want to actually do the whole Heroes shebang and give them all stats, abilities, and dialogue too... but I'll prolly say "Fuck it" cuz that sounds hard. ((Nerr uses an "Engagement Ring" that functions as a green stone with built in DC and Gunther has "Wedding Bells" which is an axe with BA3))