#thyra welzes

[sakuraswordly]

Source Artist:  腹痛菌

Source Website: pixiv.net

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[seine-draws]

Expression practice!

[richea]

Some notes:

These are unused files from the game, and were ripped by someone on Nico. The designs for the outfits were featured in an old magazine.

Both girls are voiced by Ami Koshimizu. 

Fenimore is wearing blue, Thyra is wearing green. Fenimore uses Crystal Eres, while Thyra primarily uses Iron Eres (those pink wings are her teriques).

Many of their eres seem to be derived from eres used in the game. From what I picked up: Magical Cure (Cure), Magical Force (Dark Force), Magical Fire (Fire Ball), Magical Ice (Ice Wall), Magical Nation (Indignation), Magical Blizzard (Blizzard), Magical Beam (Tractor Beam), Magical Star (Shooting Star), Magical Dasher (Ground Dasher), Magical Wave (Tidal Wave), Miracle Howling (Bloody Howling).

Take Miracle Dust with a grain of salt. The eres is really called ミラクルダス, which didn't match up with any eres in the game from what I know. "Dust" was the best I could come up with.

The art, translations and editing on this video were all done by me.

[barefootfriar]

fic request for @sweet-suzume !! character: fenimore, prompt: last

(might add more to this later, but for now...!)

When she and Thyra were five years old, their mother sat them down and told them a story.

All her life she’d hated Orerines. It was a feeling deep down in her gut, and as dark and tumultuous as it made her feel to think about it, there was nothing wrong with this feeling. No one had taught it to her - had they? She’d heard fragments, really, pieces of complaints and curses and insults. All the adults talked this way, so it was true. It wasn’t something to learn, per se, as it was a natural instinct. Ferines were not safe in this world, and the fault for that lay in the Orerines hands alone. And that was that.

But this was the first time she’d heard the story.

What started out as a fairy tale quickly wove into history and fact, until her mother finished and the air seemed heavy in its solemn silence. She didn’t want to speak, didn’t trust her words to say anything meaningful against the weight of the sad state of their existence.

Thyra crossed her arms. “What jerks!” To which her mother chastised her language, and Thyra fled squealing.

Fenimore stayed behind, sitting crossed-legged on the carpet, thinking. That night she dreamed of the story and it came to life for her, an epic played out like real life. When morning came she felt so sullen that she stayed home and watched the other children playing through her window.

She half expected Thyra to come bursting in, to be tapping her foot, impatient, wanting to break her from her gloom. Or her mother to come run a hand along her golden hair, whisper encouragement, that “all was right and all will be right in time”. The Merines will return. The Orerines will fall.

But why it wasn’t happening now infuriated her. Now her people suffered. Now they hid and struggled to survive. It frustrated her to the point of tears, and being such a strong willed girl, it was the first time her heart had been broken.

But it would not be the last.

[seine-draws]

I just really wanted to draw Thyra wearing one of Ami Koshimizu’s outfits...

[seine-draws]

Fenimore: Wielding blessings in my right hand, Magical Fenimore! Thyra: Wielding hope in my left hand, Miracle Thyra! Both: Under guidance of the gentle sea, Magical Marine Land begins here!

[do-you-know-these-multiples]

Do you know these twins? (Fenimore Xelhes and Thyra Welzes)

Yes, I know them well

I know where they're from, but not much else about them

I don't know, but they seem familiar

Never heard of them

Voting ended onJun 26, 2025

[satoshi-mochida]

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