Princess Archanea

Nyna is the princess of the holy kingdom of Archanea. This Nyna RP blog is closed and affiliated with FireEmblem-RP.

[nint3ndraw]

Preorders for the Invincible Camus/archetype fanzine ( @invinciblezine ) are done (at least for now) and we’ve been given the okay to share our pieces! I contributed a sticker and an artwork for my husbando Camus!! I drew and painted the full piece first and then used the techniques I developed on that to paint the sticker. :D

This was truly a work of love, and of testing my personal art limits. My abbreviated workflow and thought process below the cut (if anyone’s curious):

Keep reading

[princessarchanea]

Farewell

Not sure who's still following me after that inactivity check, but that just makes official something I've been feeling for a while. I've been lacking energy and will to keep RPing for a while, especially in the face of impending med school (woohoo! but oh god), so I guess this is an indefinite goodbye. Feel free to message me on Discord if you're still friends with me; otherwise, maybe I'll run into you all again later on. It's been fun while it lasted!

[nint3ndraw]

Just in time for the Camus GHB rerun!! 

Colored version of this. It took me around 5 hours to convert him from pencil sketch to colors, with roughly 2 of that being dedicated to shading. I think I’ve hit upon a good workflow for me, though it could always stand to be made more efficient XD And boy, do I love Deharme’s (on DA) hair brushes; they add such detail to the hair (though admittedly they don’t help me add sharp, defined hair strands!).

You can bet I’ll be spending part of the day today trying to beat Camus’s GHB so that my boy can become +3!

[nint3ndraw]

I’m on a bit of a roll with FE fanart, and since I can’t upload the full version of my piece for the Camus zine yet (I do have a preview here and on my previous Tumblr post if you haven’t seen!), have a bust instead. (Got some serious Sephiroth vibes when I was drawing him in pencil–probably was the overhanging bangs, but it could’ve been the long lashes too… :3c)

I just got my wisdom teeth pulled this morning (bleh–but it actually wasn’t nearly as bad as I hyped it up to be?), so I’m chilling for the day. Gives me time to color this pretty boy up too~! (With luck, I’ll finish him in time for the Camus GHB rerun tomorrow… )

[licensedlesbian]

late night self reflective asks 🌙

[darkmageknoll]

cosmos: what’s one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

waning: what is your biggest regret?

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?

candle light: are you an indecisive person?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

sweet dreams: are you happy?

nightmare: what are you most afraid of?

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

11-11: what’s something you want, but feel like you will never have?

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

earth: where do you feel most at home?

soothe: what’s one thing that always makes you feel better when you’re upset?

slumber: what’s one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

[princessarchanea]

🛡️ "Well, I doubt it can compare to a real fort," he begins, looking almost abashed at having been caught in the middle of building his nest of pillows and blankets, "but I suppose it's comfortable, at least? You can join in, if you'd like!"

It had been generous of Prince–no, King–Marth to invite her over to Altea after the war, and she had spent a pleasurable day in its palace. The Hero-King’s castle was not nearly as fine as that in Pales, but it had enough of the familiar haunts that she did not miss her own castle overmuch. They’d spent the morning playing games (some intellectual, some physical, and some with Queen Caeda present) and the early evening discussing politics, for the king was still rather new to governance of an entire continent and Nyna still had advice to give. She headed to her guest room late at night feeling happy–happier than she had in a long while, though there was still a pit in her heart that would never fully heal. It came as a surprise when Caeda stopped her with a touch on the arm and steered her elsewhere, to a room filled with… pillows.

“Is this supposed to be… a fort?” Nyna asked, stepping gingerly into the room. Certainly, the pillows were arranged in some semblance of walls, supported here and there by the occasional piece of furniture or quilt.

She had thought herself alone in this room and so jumped in surprise when Marth’s head popped out of an opening in the structure. He, too, seemed surprised and embarrassed to have been caught in the midst of such a childish activity. “Well, I doubt it can compare to a real fort,” he began, gazing about him abashedly, “but I suppose it’s comfortable, at least? You can join in, if you like!”

Nyna couldn’t suppress a rare smile at those words. It had been too long since she’d smiled.  Words like those reminded her of the bright young idealistic man she’d given such an impossible task to.

(And yet he’d done it where she could not–and that was why she felt certain that leaving the continent in his hands was for the best.)

Perhaps it couldn’t hurt if she indulged in this youthful activity one time. Far too much of her own childhood had been spent on ladylike things, not children’s games. The former empress knelt beside him, maintaining her smile only with some effort. (It was through no fault of Marth’s that she did not smile anymore.) “Since you invited me, yes. I doubt a certain someone would let me say otherwise anyways.” Nyna glanced at Caeda, peeking in through the threshold; the encouraging grin on her face did much to bolster her spirits, and she turned back towards Marth thoughtfully. “However… it seems that you have built quite a fortress for yourself already,” she noted. “Do you wish me to add on to it somewhere, or build my own?”

[princessarchanea]

littlewolfofaltea:

He hadn’t mean to hit her, especially not in the face - and when she gives a shocked “oh!”, Marth can’t help but panic, stammering frantic apologies that Nyna doesn’t seem to register. He’s equally shocked when the pillow flies back and hits him in the face, and he gives a yelp that’s more shock than pain.

It falls to the floor of his fort, and for a moment, he stares down at it, before lifting his gaze back up to meet Nyna’s. They stare at each other for a very long moment.

Finally, he nods his head, just barely, and dives back down to grab the pillow again. There’s a dull thud against the wall of his fort - Nyna must’ve been quicker on the draw - but the wall, thankfully, does not collapse. He follows suit, tossing his pillows at the walls of her fort. Just how sturdy were they?

With their new, mutually agreed-on tactic to aim for the walls and not the roofs of their pillow forts, Nyna needs not fear for her face or torso again (not that getting pelted by cotton bags was ever supposed to hurt in the first place). Mirroring Marth, she continues to assault the middle section of his forward wall in hopes of taking it down before her own falls to his barrage. They fling perhaps three or four pillows at each other’s defenses to little avail; the thought briefly crosses her mind that Marth must have his thigh against the wall for it to be so sturdy. But is such a disingenuous move really like him?

The thought makes her pause mid-throw, giving Marth the opening he needs to fling one more pillow than she. It connects solidly with a pillow in the middle of her fluffy gatehouse; she watches in horror as the structure crumbles, but moves swiftly enough to prevent the domino effect from spreading through the rest of her fort. Now essentially confined to a pillared box, she glares from the wreckage of her ‘gatehouse’ to Marth and his fort. With another yell, Nyna hurls the pillow in her hand at her enemy’s fort, in the same move somehow managing to evade a high-thrown something whizzing over her head.

[princessarchanea]

Thread Check

Another thread check. Message or reply if you want to cancel our thread or if I forgot something.

If you happen to see this post anytime after I first post it, it may contain some “note to self” icons. “!” is returned to me (only in the Waiting on Partner section); “📝” is drafted; and “✔” is queued or posted. Any other notes are straightforward.

Waiting on Me:

Star Light (with @princessmacedon)

Not Quite Done (with @macedonking)

Trespass (with @chevalier-dargent)

Royal Neighbors (with @rigelsprince)

Youthful Indulgences (with @littlewolfofaltea) ✔

Waiting on Partner:

none (rip me)

[tinsil]

very heroic

[the1870svictorian]

“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thelovenotebook)

[nint3ndraw]

Exactly a week ago, I was accepted to contribute to the Invincible fanzine ( @invinciblezine ), a fanart project dedicated to Camus and all his expies from Fire Emblem that’s run by @dragontamer75 and @tatizekes! This has to be one of the faster digital arts I’ve done, and it’s also my new favorite artwork. Can’t wait until the book comes out! Expect it around June (2018)!

(This art is posted to my DA too; find it here.)

[princessarchanea]

Hi all, sorry I've been quiet for so long. Between work and grad school prep and me not being sure what to do with Belf especially recently, I've lost some motive to write. But in between that, I'm finally replaying Shadow Dragon after promising to do so so long ago. Hopefully that means I'll be able to come back soon with at least a better Nyna for you all!

(Also, that little joke Cain made to Jagen in the prologue already won me back over, haha)

[princessarchanea]

Royal Neighbors [Berkut & Nyna]

[princessarchanea]

rigelsprince:

“Do you eat this sort of thing every day?” she asked after a taste. Berkut assessed the pile of vegetables with a frown and then shook his head.

“No. This country is recovering from both famine and war, but its harvests are still more prolific than those of Rigel, my home country,” he answered. “Rare are the occasions that we have fresh vegetables to eat. Ours is most often pickled.”

She seemed to be enjoying the meager meal though, and so he refrained from mentioning that it was hardly more than peasant food. Perhaps there was something to visiting foreign lands, without any preconceived notions of class or etiquette. Would he have enjoyed such a breakfast had he not known the kinds of people who ordinarily ate it? He wrinkled his nose as the scent of the broth wafted toward him. No, definitely not.

“Most food around here is flavored with a variety of spices, if you’re fond of that.”

Nyna contemplated the new information Berkut had provided her. “It seems that no matter where in the world I go, it has been touched by war,” she sighed. “Archanea has recently overcome two such conflicts back to back.” Such trying times… Guilt and sadness crossed her features as a word of self-blame balanced on the tip of her tongue, but she held it back. “But your Rigel… Are its lands so inhospitable to most produce plants?” she asked instead. “The perimeter of Archanea’s mainland is full of rivers—most of our biggest cities grew up either along the banks or the coastline—so even in Khadein, we are usually not severely lacking for fresh vegetables. … War aside, of course,” she amended. Having left her continent so swiftly, she had little idea how the recovery process fared in Khadein. The magi there had spells to coax life into the earth, however; most likely they were on the road back to prosperity. Zofia certainly looked to have recovered already, after all.

Speaking of which… “A place like Zofia, so bursting with life, must surely be host to strong magics,” Nyna mused aloud after another sip of the stew. “Do you know much about how magic works in Valentia? Is it similar to Archanea’s?”

[princessarchanea]

🛡️ "Well, I doubt it can compare to a real fort," he begins, looking almost abashed at having been caught in the middle of building his nest of pillows and blankets, "but I suppose it's comfortable, at least? You can join in, if you'd like!"

It had been generous of Prince–no, King–Marth to invite her over to Altea after the war, and she had spent a pleasurable day in its palace. The Hero-King’s castle was not nearly as fine as that in Pales, but it had enough of the familiar haunts that she did not miss her own castle overmuch. They’d spent the morning playing games (some intellectual, some physical, and some with Queen Caeda present) and the early evening discussing politics, for the king was still rather new to governance of an entire continent and Nyna still had advice to give. She headed to her guest room late at night feeling happy–happier than she had in a long while, though there was still a pit in her heart that would never fully heal. It came as a surprise when Caeda stopped her with a touch on the arm and steered her elsewhere, to a room filled with… pillows.

“Is this supposed to be… a fort?” Nyna asked, stepping gingerly into the room. Certainly, the pillows were arranged in some semblance of walls, supported here and there by the occasional piece of furniture or quilt.

She had thought herself alone in this room and so jumped in surprise when Marth’s head popped out of an opening in the structure. He, too, seemed surprised and embarrassed to have been caught in the midst of such a childish activity. “Well, I doubt it can compare to a real fort,” he began, gazing about him abashedly, “but I suppose it’s comfortable, at least? You can join in, if you like!”

Nyna couldn’t suppress a rare smile at those words. It had been too long since she’d smiled.  Words like those reminded her of the bright young idealistic man she’d given such an impossible task to.

(And yet he’d done it where she could not–and that was why she felt certain that leaving the continent in his hands was for the best.)

Perhaps it couldn’t hurt if she indulged in this youthful activity one time. Far too much of her own childhood had been spent on ladylike things, not children’s games. The former empress knelt beside him, maintaining her smile only with some effort. (It was through no fault of Marth’s that she did not smile anymore.) “Since you invited me, yes. I doubt a certain someone would let me say otherwise anyways.” Nyna glanced at Caeda, peeking in through the threshold; the encouraging grin on her face did much to bolster her spirits, and she turned back towards Marth thoughtfully. “However… it seems that you have built quite a fortress for yourself already,” she noted. “Do you wish me to add on to it somewhere, or build my own?”

[princessarchanea]

littlewolfofaltea:

Nyna’s laughter is infectious, and though some tiny part of Marth wondered how often, if ever, he had heard her laugh before - he can’t help but laugh with her. The laughter is somewhat broken by her fierce battle cry, and he gives a cry of his own as the pillow hurtles toward his fort; all in good nature, all in good fun, his cry of surprise is still half giggle.

She misses his fort, but not by much; the pillow lands with a soft pomf at the very entrance - a warning sign, but also, a gift. He makes his best attempts to draw it in with his foot, while grabbing another pillow to throw at Nyna. Her roof was open, right? Could he? …Should he?

Logically, all was fair in love and war, and thus, if he could he should - and so he launches the pillow, arcing it towards the open roof of her fort as best he could.

While Marth scrabbled with his foot for the pillow she’d thrown at him, Nyna snagged a loose pillow from the top of one of her fortress spires. No sooner had she sprung up to throw it at him than his return volley catches her smack in the face. A startled “Oh!” escapes her; she stiffens as her cheeks absorb the downy impact, but does not waver or fall on top of her fine, fluffy creation. Her aim is shot, however; she releases her pillow too early and it flies into the side of the Altean’s fort, taking a top-lying pillow out with it.

The pillow covering her face like some squishy, oversize mask falls into her hands as Marth stammers out something she barely understands. By reflex, she winds up and flings his pillow back at him. Another pomf alerts her to the fact that she actually hit him back; and now it is Nyna left aghast as the pillow seems to fall, almost in slow motion, from her king’s face into the center of his fort.

The two stare at each other for a long moment, neither believing what they had just done to the other.

And then, as if pulled by the same string, they dive back towards their forts, grabbing new fluffballs to toss at each other. This time when Nyna bounces up out of her fort, she aims lower for the middle of Marth’s wall, hoping to take it out without causing him any damage this time.

[princessarchanea]

Trespass [Seth & Dark!Nyna]

(Ask-thread with @chevalier-dargent​; clipped post reprinted from here.)

[…]

Before he could put too much thought into that, however, the voice called out to him again, and he barely had a chance to move before crackling energy streaked towards him, illuminating the outline of what appeared to be a womanly figure once it collided with something. With a sonorous crack, bits of rubble mixed with larger chunks of stone spewed forth from what once was a solid pillar. Lifting his arms to shield his face, Seth decided he should ensure he was not in the line of fire for any of her explosions. His armour was strong enough to withstand some punishment from arcane energies, but it was not nearly as thick nor as durable as stone, and the flesh beneath was as vulnerable as any other man. 

As another burst came his way, Seth jumped away from it, rolling to his feet only barely outside of the crater the blast had created. “I’m afraid you will need to try harder should you wish to kill me.” He glared into the darkness where the energy had struck from, sword at the ready.

General Seth of Renais… Both name and country were unfamiliar to her, but much beyond the darkness was nowadays. That he’d dodged away from her first burst did not surprise her; that he repeated the stunt with her second one irked her. He moved swiftly for one as heavily armored as he. But no matter: It only meant the diversion would last a little longer than intended. He was foolish to think that he could survive an encounter with one blessed with the dark. She could see the life pulsing in his veins; his form glowed as readily to her as a mouse to a hawk. And like a hawk, she allowed a predatory smile to grace her marbled lips, even though the fire-haired knight surely couldn’t see it. “Rest?” she echoed. “I am powerful. I am alive. I need not such mundane trivialities as rest.” For her darkside form needed only energy to sustain itself, energy in the purest form. And this knight of flame burned so strongly with it. He would make a terrific feast.

She drifted closer again, positioning herself behind his sword hand so that he could not backhand her by surprise. The chill of her not-quite-dead breath tickled his right ear. Perhaps he could hear the amusement in her voice as she leaned in to murmur those ominous words. “And alas for you, dear knight: I was not trying before at all.”

She narrowed her eyes and concentrated; a compression wave of dark energy exploded out of her, flinging the knight forward several paces along with any rubble in its path. Torches flared as fallen masonry pelted into the armor at his sides and back, but Nyna found the sudden light blinded her and swiftly retreated into the darkness away from it. She’d injured something on him, she thought, and decided to press her advantage: Another violet fireball of corrosive energy shot out straight towards his head. Masonry framed him on either side. There would be no further escape for General Seth of Renais.

[princessarchanea]

Thread Check

Nyna’s third thread check. Message or reply if you want to cancel our thread or if I forgot something.

If you happen to see this post anytime after I first post it, it may contain some “note to self” icons. “!” is returned to me (only in the Waiting on Partner section); “📝” is drafted; and “✔” is queued or posted. Any other notes are straightforward.

Waiting on Me:

Star Light (with @princessmacedon) ;;

Not Quite Done (with @macedonking)

Joyful ask from @ofsaintsandlove ?

4 asks (again ;; )

Trespass (with @chevalier-dargent)

Waiting on Partner:

Winter Nights (with @gradiivus) D:

Royal Neighbors (with @rigelsprince)

Youthful Indulgences (with @littlewolfofaltea)

Dire (with @severinuus) D:

[severinuus-blog]

Dire [Soren & Nyna]

[princessarchanea]

severinuus:

[...]

The fire appeared to be still at the far edge of the village, but the wooden buildings were quickly catching and bringing it inward. Many of the streets and alleyways remained fortunately untouched, and Soren rounded the corner of one for a shortcut to the next row of houses but stopped abruptly. Blocking the other end was a hulking man, standing over a finely-dressed woman on the ground. There were always people who took advantage of the chaos brought by disaster, and ordinarily Soren would not have intervened - he had a more pressing job to attend to - but something compelled him to flip open his tome. The man could have been one of the brigands the Greil Mercenaries had been tasked with removing, he rationalized, and he was blocking his way, besides.

It wasn’t that, perhaps, he was feeling just a touch of compassion for the brute’s victim.

A few muttered words sent a blast of razor wind down the alleyway and the rogue fell back with only a gurgled moan. Soren snapped the book shut again.

“Get up, quickly,” he urged the woman as he approached, and offered his hand to help her to her feet. His eyes fell upon a beautiful staff within her reach and he gestured toward it with a nod.

“Are you a cleric? If you can walk, I may need your services in evacuating the rest of the village.” If she couldn’t? He’d drag her as far as he could to safety, but he wasn’t going to fool himself - he’d barely get her to the other end of the alleyway.

Flames, too many flames danced before her mental and physical eye, unearthly violet ones that torched the auspicious halls of Khadein’s magic academy and mundane vermilion ones that torched the village she found herself in now. All she’d wanted was to escape Gharnef, escape the destruction he had wrought upon her home away from home, escape the ruin of her prince’s body from where he’d fallen valiantly before the blaze that was meant to take her life. But it seemed that fate was not so easily deterred, for she found herself sprawled ungracefully on the ground with her scepter out of reach, cornered by another brute with death in his mien. That this one was muscle- instead of magic-bound meant little to her, for between his bulk, the flames, and the shattered masonry, she was effectively pinned and hemmed in.

Yet a fire burned in her eyes too, fierce and defiant and cold. If Gharnef meant to finish her, he would be sorely disappointed, for Princess Nyna was not one to be so easily cowed. She pinned the brute in place with emerald-ice eyes (or tried to, at least—she did not know whether the gesture or her station were lost on him) as she raised her hand partway, willing her natural energies and those of the environment to coalesce into a fireball. She could just as easily smite him with lightning or drain him of his energy if she so desired, but all her immediate surroundings were ablaze. Time was of the essence; she could not spend it on creating something that wasn’t there.

(Why was drawing upon the natural energy of this place so much harder than it was in Khadein?)

But before she could hurl her little bomb at her attacker’s head, an emerald blade of wind slammed into the man and tore his throat to shreds. The man gave a gurgling moan and collapsed, leaving Nyna to stare from her place upon the ground. She only knew of one man who could wield a weapon like that, and even then, they had never directly spoken. What was Merric doing in a place like this, that he just happened to be around in time to save her?

Wonderingly, she dissipated her fireball; his name lay on her lips as she turned to face him, but they promptly closed as she realized the youth hurrying over to her looked nothing like that wind mage. Raven hair and raven robes framed his intelligent red eyes, and above them on his forehead sat a curious brand. Her eyes were instinctively drawn to that brand; she had never seen the like before; even though she knew that the lad would surely not appreciate such attention from her.

Perhaps he noticed it too, for his next words struck her as unexpectedly terse. “Are you a cleric?” he asked. “If you can walk, I may need your services in evacuating the rest of the village.”

Belatedly, the princess realized that his hand was extended towards her. He nodded towards her scepter, still lying a few paces away. She glanced between him and the village ruins. Yes, it would be unwise to entrust herself to any stranger, but between the torched remains of this village and that rogue he’d just slain, this young wind mage seemed to be the safest party to align herself with. And so, she nodded appreciatively at him and extended her hand for him to take. “I am,” she responded, with some caution. That wasn’t the full truth, for she had some anima training as well and was one of few bishops in Archanea who could use the fabled Aum staff, but she’d only thought to bring a Mend staff to aid any survivors of Gharnef’s attack she happened upon in Khadein, and she knew not where the Fire tome she’d brought for self-defense had fallen. Like as not, it had been lost to the village blaze; and without that tome, she could not focus her energies enough to fend off more than a single bandit at a time.

“And as for walking…” Their fingers twined and Nyna rose, balancing carefully on heeled feet. One foot slipped out from under her and she stumbled, but the wind mage caught her, and with her leaning on him, they made their way over to her staff. She picked it up and braced upon it for a few moments, wringing out her legs and placing them experimentally back on the ground. Perhaps she’d only tripped on some offending stone or piece of debris earlier; it did not seem that she had broken anything yet (miraculously). But as soon as she looked up again, her rescuer was already hurrying back towards the edge of the flames, where the houses had yet to be completely destroyed.

“Where are you going?” she huffed, hiking her skirt above her ankles to chase awkwardly after him. “Is this any way to treat a lady?!” Indignance at being so rudely left behind in a foreign place put an edge in her otherwise refined and lilting voice. She was the holy princess of Archanea, an heiress to rule over an entire continent as soon as she came of age. She was not some lowborn commoner to be ordered about by some mageling… even if his bearing was far from that of a child, and a part of her somewhat understood why the lad might have done such a thing.

[princessarchanea]

10?

10. What would your character make a scene in public about?

(Princey’s original question was 14, but Kai/Delthea already asked that!)

Nyna would definitely make a scene if she came across an important person or a group of people being wronged, especially if she had sufficient backup (which she usually did as the continent’s heir-apparent). Privately (e.g. with close advisors/friends or family; namely, Boah and Camus in-game), she would give herself more freedom to throw a small emotional tantrum. Otherwise, she’s not likely to do more than state her displeasure unless perhaps somebody else voices that opinion first (Midia in BSFE, for instance). I’d have to inspect more of her dialogue to be sure of this (all I remember is FE11 Chapter 20, which I’m basing the following on), but because Nyna didn’t give herself over to emotion in front of Marth in that chapter, it’s possible she either doesn’t consider him as close a friend or confidant as the other two men (the former was with her since her youth and the latter, I don’t think I need to elaborate on XD), or they were in a public place/she simply didn’t want to burden him with her troubles, which in that moment were far more selfish than his.

Pre- and in-game, she has an image to maintain and can’t give herself over to public scenes much if at all, but at least she had people she could vent to at need. Post-games, with everyone close to her either dead or moving on, Nyna bottles things up more, and she’s even more uncertain about how much she can stand up for her values in a still(at least slightly)-sexist country without the weight of her title backing her up.