An In-progress Pic Of The Cover Illustration For "The Falling Light", The Birthright Branch Of My FE:

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.

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.

Nerr: "Wait. You said strangers, right?"

Your OC given a choice. They must either push a button that will instantly, but painlessly kill 10 strangers, or they must kill a single stranger will their bare hands. Which option would they choose?

so everyone understands the concept of having a type as in ‘type of person im attacted to’ but whats your type as in ‘type of person attracted to me’

mines trainwrecks and repressed nerds

MY FAMILY!!! Jakob, how dare you presume to be fancier than Gunther! For shame, boy; learn your place!

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