Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem Awakening, all rights to the owners.
Minor: Dark Flier, Immortal, Boxer (Pugilist), Exploitive, Swordmaster, Angry Cinnamon Roll, Tripping, Perpetual Cheer, Chef, Blacksmith, Gay, Pegasus Knight, Teacher, Librarian.
Standard: Elemental, Deaf, Foreign, Future sight, Tiny, Nurse/Medic, Valmese Tactician, Medusa, Goddess, Racer, Amazon, Genderfluid, Gift from Validar + evil to good, Mind Control, Banshee, Bard, Old, Dancer, Mimic, Emotionless, Khan, Crippling Overspecialization (Idiot Savant), Coward, ESP, PTSD, POW, Magician, Mute, Savage, Handicapped, Secret Helper, Crazy, Respawn, MPD, Morpher, Dreamwalker, Motherly, Lich, Twins, Regenerating, Sadist, Animal Whisperer (horse/wyvern), Naga/Tiki Assistant.
Unlikely: Chrom's child, Minotaur, Paladin, Werewolf, Assassin, Future Soldier, Bounty Hunter, Weather control, Kleptomaniac, Druid, Steampunk, Shadow Familiar, Magic Augmentation, Lucky, Exile, Piper (Charmer), Gladiator, Witch Doctor, Centaur, Drunk, Demon, Punk, Harpy, Revenant, Luck Manipulation, Demon Summoner, Megalomaniac, Kitsune, King of Plegia, Mood Ring, Reverse Aging, Hammerspace, Prostitute, Demon hunter.
Other: Pokemon Trainer, Self-insert, Second Generation replacement, Dimensional Walker, Cycle, Fates.
Suggested by Mram99: Alien Robin. Also Slime Robin by Pengaius.
"Are you sure we should be messing with it captain?" Sully mutters.
"I must agree Milord, we should keep our distance." Frederick warns.
"We have to figure out what it is Frederick." Chrom disagrees. "It could be dangerous."
Southtown had sent a report to the capital reporting something falling from the sky a few days previously. A metal container, rounded like a egg, sits in the center of a field. There's dirt kicked up all around it from the impact of it's fall, but for such a heavy object it barely left a crater.
"There's lines engraved in the shape of a rectangle." Chrom notes, running his hand over the shallow marks. "And here too." He says, tapping a small square.
That action seems to prompt a reaction out of the metal egg. It makes a hissing noise, and the prince leaps backwards instantly. Steam shoots out of the back of the thing, and the rectangle slowly slides away like one of those chon'sin paper doors to reveal…
...a transparent pink blob about the size of a toddler with a small red sphere in the middle of it. It drops out of the container and lands on the grass with a soft squelching noise. It stays motionless for a moment, sitting on the grass in oval shape, before it slowly starts to move towards the group.
"Careful." Chrom warns, taking a few steps away from the creature. It pauses upon seeing this (at least Chrom presumes it can see) and then does something unnerving. The Shepherds watch as the amorphous blob fashions itself into a vaguely humanoid shape. It's incredibly sloppy: the head is too large, the body too skinny, it's limbs end in slimy pools rather than hands or legs, and really it just looks like a mostly melted wax sculpture.
The prince isn't sure if he's reassured that this thing is trying to interact with them, or worried that it's trying to mimic them. This thought is further reinforced when the creature fashions a mouth for itself and starts gurgling at them unintelligibly.
"I think it's intelligent." Sully mutters, eyeing the pink creature with obvious suspicion. "And that doesn't exactly sit well with me."
"Why not?" Chrom asks, watching as the creature again tries to speak and spits out garbled sounds.
"If it was like an animal I wouldn't feel bad about just killing it and moving on." The cavalier admits, gripping her spear tightly and urging her horse to take a few more steps back. "It's smart though, I can't just stab it without a good reason."
Sumia would probably have something to say about Sully not feeling bad about killing an animal, but thankfully the clumsy girl isn't here. "Well." Chrom says slowly, trying to judge the situation. "Sully is right, we can't just kill it. I think we should take it back to Ylisstol for Miriel to study."
"But how milord?" Frederick asks. "I do not think this thing can be tied up, I suspect a rope will pass right through its body."
Chrom agrees. While this thing seems to have a certain solidity, it also seems very much like it has liquid qualities. They need a bag or a box to contain it. "Sully, go back to Southtown and get us a crate or a sack. Make sure there are no gaps or tears."
"Got it captain." The woman ushers her horse into a gallop, and moves off over the hill… only to immediately come back. "Captain! There's fire!"
"What?!" Chrom shouts. "Damnit, a bandit raid right under our noses…" He runs over to Frederick, and hops on the back of his horse.
"Milord, what about-"
"Deal with the active threat first, the possible threat second!" The prince shouts. "Let's move!"
Southtown is seeing the start of a fire. Only a few buildings have caught flame at the moment, but there is an absolute swarm of bandits.
"What a time not to have Maribele along with us." Sully growls as Chrom hops off Frederick's horse. "Gah, this is going to suck. Come on you black-hearted rats! I'll take you all on and then some!"
The three if them dive into combat, swinging lances and swords at the hoard of bandits. The sheer size of the group is unprecedented for a target as small as Southtown. Chrom was expecting a dozen men, not fourty. Never has he been more glad that Frederick keeps vulneraries on him then now because the prince takes a number of dangerous hits in the course of clearing out the town.
About halfway through the fight though, Chrom sees something concerning. The pink blob from before, still looking like a melted wax sculpture, shuffles into the town square. The bandits don't seem to know what to make of it, and try to give the creature a wide berth.
The creature has other ideas though. As a bandit moves by it, the creature whips one of its malformed arms in the man's direction, and the limb extends threefold and wraps around the man's leg.
The unfortunate bandit falls to the floor as the creature yanks his leg out from under him. The pink creature then throws it's other hand at the man which sticks to his back like paste. The creature starts shuffling forward while simultaneously pulling the bandit in towards it.
Finally the creature draws the bandit right against its form, and starts to encompass him as the man's body is encased by the creature's slimy one.
And then screaming starts. Chrom watches in horror as the man's legs start to dissolve from inside the creature. His flesh sizzles like it's beset by acid, and his body is rapidly eaten up by the pink creature as it draws him further and further inside itself.
Even more disturbing, the creature seems to grow as it dissolves the man alive. Perhaps, Chrom thinks grimly, this is how the creature eats.
As if things couldn't get any stranger, the creature's appearance starts to refine itself to be more human. Its body becomes smooth but featureless, but still dissolves in a pool of goo at the bottom of its legs. Their hands are no longer droopy messes of slime, but instead become pincers because their fingers are all mashed together to form a block except for the thumb.
"Aw hell, that thing is here too?!" Sully shouts.
"Stay away from it!" Chrom warns. "It just ate a bandit!"
"Ate?!" Sully grimaces.
"Yes!" The prince shouts. "It can extend its arms, stay five lengths away from it at all times!"
They clean up the rest of the bandits as quickly as they can. Fighting around the creature, thankfully, isn't that difficult, and the pink slime actually proves somewhat useful because it attacks anything that gets close to it and therefore protects Chrom's right flank.
Through the course of the fight the creature eats five bandits, each punctuated by horrific screaming for a few seconds before the creature covers their mouths with a hand. That's a new development as well, it didn't silence them the first time. It's learning, but why does it want to silence them?
The fight ends quickly. The combination of a the Shepherds and a slime monster cutting down their numbers quickly demoralizes them and the remaining members (about five or six) flee for their lives with whatever they had already gathered slung over their shoulders.
The shepherds slowly circle the slime creature sitting in the town center. Just like the first time it ate a bandit, the other five victims have given the creature physical improvements to its human facade. It now looks like a mannequin, and has properly formed finger, a nose, a massive sheet of hair that's twice the size of its body (which Chrom suspects is because of how much it grew from eating all those bandits), a mouth, and eyes which are slightly darker in color than the rest of its body and watch them with idle curiosity.
It makes no aggressive moves towards them, apparently not seeing the Shepherds as prey, and sits contentedly in the center of the town square with legs and arms folded patiently in its lap.
"What do we do with it captain?" Sully asks in a whisper.
"I don't know." Chrom grimaces. The creature is dangerous no doubt, but somehow it's distinguishing between them and bandits. It also isn't showing any interest in the villagers, so it clearly knows what's an enemy and what isn't.
"I don tah know." The creature repeats in a distorted gurgling noise, not quite grasping the sharp T sound. "Dot, doot, donat, don't. Don't. I don't know."
Somehow Chrom doubts the creature understands what it's saying, but there's a very real possibility that it might eventually learn to understand them at some point. "We have to take it back to Ylisstol."
"Back to Ylisstol." It parrots. Even as they're listening, it's voice is becoming less garbled and more humanlike. "We have to take it back to Ylisstol."
"Maybe it'll just follow us?" Sully suggests.
"Follow us? Maybe." It says.
"We'll have to camp tonight, do we really want this thing near us while we sleep?" Chrom sighs. "Do we have a choice…?"
"We could purchase a wagon and put this creature in a box." Frederick suggests.
"Box."
"If it can dissolve flesh, I'm fairly sure it can dissolve a wood crate." Chrom sighs.
"Dissolve a wooden crate."
"Can we shut this thing up?" Sully groans, jabbing a finger at the creature.
"Shut this thing up." The slime says, and then mimics Sully's gesture and points a finger back at her. "Can we?"
Despite the relative seriousness of the situation, Chrom cracks a smile. "I think I like this thing."
"Fuck you Chrom." Sully growls.
"Like this thing Chrom." The creature chirps.
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In the end they decide they don't really have a choice but to let the creature follow them without some sort of container to, well, contain it. It 'walks' along at a surprisingly decent pace (and by 'walk' Chrom means it mimics the action while actually moving the pool of goop that makes up its lower body).
When they find a place to settle down, Frederick moves off into the forest to find something for them to eat while Sully gets firewood and Chrom just watches the creature.
"I don't suppose you have a name, do you?" The prince asks absently, sitting on a log. He's tired of calling them 'the creature' or 'the slime'. Incidentally, the slime is copying him again by sitting on another log across the fire pit. The prince puts a hand on his chest, and says as clearly as possible: "I'm Chrom."
"I'm Chrom."
"No." The prince says firmly. "You're not."
"Not?"
Again, Chrom puts a hand on his chest. "Chrom." He then points at the creature and pauses. Maybe it doesn't have a name. The blue-haired boy just says the first that comes to mind. "Robin."
"Chrom." It says, pointing at him. "Robin." It points at itself.
"Right." Chrom nods.
"Right." Robin nods. "I'm Robin."
The prince blinks. It's already learning how to combine words together to form it's own sentences. That's… good? "Yes, you are."
The others come back, and they quickly cook the bear Frederick managed to skewer. Chrom insists on giving Robin some (if just to foster goodwill between them and the creature, not because he particularly thinks it needs more food).
"Sully, Frederick." Robin mumbles when the prince introduces them. She points to each of their little group in turn. "Sully. Frederick. Chrom. Robin." It pauses, and then says. "Shepherds?"
"Yes." Chrom nods. "We are."
"We?" Robin asks, pointing to all of them and then itself. "We?" The slime then points to just Chrom, Sully, and Frederick.
Chrom realizes Robin is asking if they're included in 'we'. "We." The prince says reluctantly, pointing to just himself, Sully, and Frederick. "You're not a part of our group yet."
"Yet." Robin says, latching onto that word.
"Yet." Chrom agrees.
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"Hello Chrom." Robin greets as the prince enters her room. Over the last month she has seen gradual changes (though none so drastic as that first day). Her voice is distinctly female and she speaks in a sultry rasp most of the time. Her body is much more detailed, resembling an actual person rather than a mannequin now. She's a head shorter than Chrom, and has an exaggerated feminine form with a (relatively) thin waist but a large bust and thick thighs and hips, and a head of hair twice the size of her body that turns into a pool of goo when it hits the floor.
Chrom has never asked why she chose to be female, of why she chose to make herself so attractive, he didn't feel it was his place to question. Chrom does wonder why though, he wouldn't think a slime creature would even bother with a gender at all, much less having an appearance that probably prompts unappreciated advances from strangers. Still, if Robin wants that appearance she's fully within her rights to use it.
He understands the hair though. If she tried to make a body using all the mass available to her she'd be rather oversized, so instead she puts all the mass she doesn't want to use into her hair because having massive hair is a lot less off-putting to others than being eight feet tall.
"What are we doing today?" The slime asks, playing with her hair and crossing her legs. Her feet are no longer pools of slime, Robin can actually walk around if she wants to. "Chess again? Am I joining you at the theater for a play again?"
Despite her intelligence, Chrom and Emmeryn decided it was prudent to keep an eye on Robin for a few months to ensure she is as human as she claims to be. So far there have been no issues, and since it has been four months they've decided it's time to grant one of her early wishes.
"No, we're not doing any of those things." Chrom coughs, taking a seat in the chair. "I'm sure you remember what I told you a few days ago, about how the Risen have become troublesome?"
"Yes?"
"Well, I'd like you to join the Shepherds on a mission." The prince says slowly. "You don't have to-"
"I accept. When do we leave?" She says instantly.
Chrom chuckles. "In a few hours. If you have anything you need, grab it now. We need to get down to the barracks so I can ensure everyone is ready."
"I'm a slime Chrom, I don't need anything." She says, rising from her seat with a grin. "No weapons, no armor, no clothes, nothing. Just let me tag along and I'll handle myself."
"You'll be expected to carry a share of supplies." Chrom says. "As long as you're fine with that, welcome to the Shepherds."
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Chrom takes a seat in the chair. Miriel sits across from him, shuffling through a few notes. "My apologies for calling you here so suddenly. I felt it necessary to share my conclusion with you as swiftly as possible."
"Conclusion about what?" Chrom asks. "Did you finish the study on Stahl's averageness?"
"No, this conclusion pertains to Robin." The mage says. The prince notes with some worry that the woman is grimacing. "I triple checked my observations to verify that there was no mistake, no clue I missed, but it is with great reluctance that I must inform you that Robin is exhibiting some measures of sociopathic behaviour."
"Sociopathic?" Chrom asks, worried. "How so?"
"Firstly, she is anti-social." The mage says. "And when she does converse with others it is either because she has no choice due to it being an order such as for a meeting, or when she wants something of them."
"Truly?" The prince blinks. "I've never seen that."
"I must stress that she actively hides this sort of behaviour around yourself." Miriel says firmly. "For whatever reason, Robin has decided that you are worth preserving an image of politeness towards, most likely because of your status."
Chrom frowns, pursing his lips. "She's never made any request from me beyond asking me to play games with her."
"I do not pretend to understand her end goal." Miriel admits. "I am simply telling you what I have observed."
"I see… anything else?"
"I suggest addressing her problematic behaviour. The other Shepherds do not take kindly to her manipulations and callousness." The mage says. "She should listen to you, as stated before she seems to want to appease you in particular."
"Alright, I'll deal with it." Chrom says with a grimace. "Thank you Miriel."
The prince steps out of the mage's tent, mind whirling with this new information. It doesn't sit well with him to think that Robin, who has become one of his closest friends over the last few months, is actually manipulative and using him for status and/or security.
He supposes it makes a certain amount of sense. Robin isn't human despite what her shape might suggest, and as such there's no guarantee her mind works the same way as a human's does. Besides, it isn't like there aren't some humans already that are manipulative and sociopathic.
Finding Robin isn't hard, she's almost always in her tent. In her spare time the girl exclusively reads, having no other hobbies that Chrom is aware of that she does on her own. He stands outside the tent, takes a deep breath, and calls to her. "Robin? Can I step in?"
"Of course!" The girl's voice calls back. "Step in…"
Chrom pushes aside the flap and does just that. Robin is sitting on a small stool, and when she sees him step inside she gives him a brilliant smile and sets her current book aside. For once Chrom isn't distracted by her shapely appearance or pleasant demeanor, he's focused solely on resolving the current problem. "I have something to discuss with you."
"Tactics again?" She asks, crossing her legs and sitting up straight. One hand goes to her hair as usual, combing through the solid mass as if it were actual hair. "Maybe you have a game you want play? Or do you want to spar again?"
"Non of the above." Chrom admits reluctantly. He would much prefer to sit down and play chess right now, but this has to get done. "It's about your… attitude."
"What about it?" She asks, pouting her full lips and crossing her arms under her chest and popping it up a bit. Whereas once Chrom would have assumed this was unintentional, he can't help but wonder if this sexalized behavior is an active seduction attempt to keep in his good graces. That would actually explain a lot about her sultry appearance, demeanor, and voice. Robin can take whatever appearance she wants, but she chose one that would be appealing to him. That's very suspicious in light of Miriel's observations.
"I've gotten a report that you've been displaying some concerning behaviour." Chrom says slowly, trying to find a way to be delicate about this. However, delicacy is not his strong suit, so he decides being upfront about this is his best bet. "It claims you only interact with the other Shepherds when you're ordered to, or when you want something from them. Is this true?"
"Of course." Robin says as if the admission is nothing unusual. "Why would I bother with them otherwise? They have very little to offer me."
Any doubts Chrom had about Miriel's report being truthful are promptly dismissed with the girl's admission, and the prince resigns himself to an uncomfortable and disheartening conversation. "Why are you pleasent around me then?"
"Because you're useful." The slime says, tilting her head. "Don't you know this already?"
"No." Chrom shakes his head. "This is new to me. I thought I was your friend."
"You are." Robin huffs, smiling. The prince isn't fooled though, he now knows Robin thinks differently than him.
"What is a friend to you?" He asks.
"Someone useful to me, who I am useful to, and we both make attempts to stay in the other's good graces." The girl says simply.
Chrom's shoulders sag. "Well that's different from how I define the word."
"How do you define it then?" She asks curiously.
"Someone pleasant to be around, and who finds me pleasant as well. We both empathize with each other, and strive to help each other in times of need." Chrom says.
"We do find our time together pleasant." She points out. "We empathize, at least I usually know what you're thinking, and I help you keep happy while you keep me safe and alive."
"That's not empathy." Chrom says, putting aside the problem of helping each other in times of need being defined as just: 'I keep you happy and you keep me alive'. "Empathy is the ability to understand and care about the emotions of someone else."
"To keep good relations?" Robin says.
"No, just because you care for their wellbeing." The prince retorts. "For example… if I were in danger, and you knew you would get injured trying to help me, would you do it?"
"I can't get injured. I'm a slime."
"Fine. Would you die to save me?"
"Of course not. My main goal is survival."
"That's where we differ." Chrom says softly. "I would die to save my friends."
"That's stupid." Robin says bluntly.
Chrom sighs. "To be fair I don't expect anyone else to do that, even for a friend, but I think it makes my point. Caring deeply about someone else, a friend, is the willingness to do something for them with no benefit to yourself. Not out of want for a future favor, but out of sympathy and compassion."
"I…" The girl pauses, looking at him curiously. "I don't relate."
"That's what I expected." The prince sighs. "Look, I can't make you change, I won't try, but if you're going to ask things of others at least offer something in return. They don't appreciate being manipulated."
"I see." Robin says with a blank expression. Her seductive demeanor has completely fallen away. "Will that keep me in your good graces?"
Chrom winces, but nods. "Yes, it will."
"Then I'll comply." She nods.
"Good." The prince sighs, and prepares to leave. He pauses for a moment, and then says. "One last question: what is your goal? What are you aiming for?"
"Survival." She says instantly.
"That's it?"
"What else is there?"
"Wanting to create a better world, wanting to perfect a craft, wanting to study something…" Chrom suggests. "You don't want anything like that?"
"It never occured to me as being important." Robin says bluntly.
"I… I see." Chrom winces. "Alright. See you at dinner Robin."
"See you later Chrom."
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Robin doesn't understand why that conversation changed things. She still caters to Chrom's human hormones with her appearance and attitude, she is still friendly and does activities with him, and she even complied with his extra request to 'offer something in return' when dealing with the others. Why then does he seem distant from her now? Robin doesn't want to lose the protection that comes alongside being associated with someone so powerful, she isn't foolish enough to think all other humans will be so tolerant of her differences.
The slime has spent the last month pondering that fateful conversation she had with the prince. The idea of caring for something enough that you are willing to detriment yourself for their sake is new to her… and if she's understanding Chrom's thoughts right she still somewhat counts as a friend to him, and therefore he's willing to detriment himself for her, die for her.
That's a strange thought, and not one she can say she likes. If Chrom dies, then she no longer has his protection… but at the same time the prince would be losing everything just to save someone else. That's totally illogical if his goal is survival, but Robin has reason to believe his primary goal isn't survival. Maybe it's a human thing, but she thinks his primary goal is the survival of his country, family, and friends, even above himself.
Robin could just ignore the conversation they had. While Chrom treats her differently, she still has his protection. However Robin hates not understanding something, it means she can't predict it's effects and prepare for it. So she goes out of her way to try and understand Chrom's way of thinking.
Putting others over herself for little benefit is unnatural. Robin tries it a few times on the other Shepherds such as helping Tharja find some bat wings without asking for something in return or doing extra chores for a few days. She doesn't see the appeal, but the slime understands that if your goal is the happiness of another then this behavior makes logical sense.
Robin also spends more time observing Chrom to try and understand his mindset. She watches as the man trains with Vaike, a man with little to offer the prince. Chrom seems to find pleasure in the man's company for no obvious reason other than 'fondness', which is a notion that revolves around a human's instinctive attachment to things that are pleasant to them.
Robin learned about human psychology in books she read in the library. They are creatures driven by two motives: reproduction and survival. The prior often comes before the latter. Robin wonders if her differences and difficulty understanding Chrom is due to her lacking that first motive.
However, Robin finds her mind has proven flexible in the past. She remembers those first few days when she thought of everything in terms of just 'ally, foe, or unimportant', but that mindset rapidly evolved into intelligence with more nuanced understanding of the world. Perhaps Chrom's 'empathy' is something she can learn as well.
Ending this chapter here. It's stretching long, and I think you get the gist. This is very much a 'what is love?' situation. Robin is kinda like a robot here, operating on cold logic. She's not dangerous unless you prove a threat to her, but she's not exactly nice to be around unless she thinks she'll need something out of you consistently, in which case she puts in an effort to be attractive and pleasant to you (hence her highly-sexualized appearance here, she only has Chrom she really cares to be pleasant towards so she tailored her form specifically to abuse male hormones).
I like to think of Robin's race as servants from whatever planet they come from. Their only core motivation is survival, so as long as you provide them with relative safety they'll do whatever the hell you want. Slimes aren't aggressive, and are easy to feed (literally anything they can dissolve can be food) and can fight quite well so really they'd be great servants.
A few things I didn't get to touch on in the chapter due to its length: Robin has very precise control over her body's acidity, she can choose down to a fingertip where she wants to be acidic and where she wants to be safe. That red orb in the center of her body is her brain, eyes, and ears. She also doesn't have a sense of smell. Robin chose to go along with the Shepherds because she thinks she's safer alongside Chrom than in Ylisstol on her own despite being in constant combat. She honestly fears internal threats more than open combat… and she is scary in open combat; that one little glimpse you got is just a small taste of what she can do, and that was when she was animalistic.
Vanderspiegel: I'll put that in the 'other' category because it's a bit too meta for this collection.
M: Never seen that movie, but sure.
Lean: Skeleton Robin would just be a different version of Risen Robin I think, so no.
Guest: For life? That sounds like it would write just like Exile Robin. Hammerspace Robin is unlikely, Angry Cinnamon Roll is minor, Stripping is a flat no. Thanks for the ideas though.
IsThisWorking: 5/7? Not bad.
Miriel certainly has a romantic interest, but Robin doesn't have enough permanent knowledge to reciprocate yet. Also yes, I went out of my way to avoid Miriel's usual characterization of annoyingly long words.
Kamencolin: Got to it eventually, hope you liked it.
Wernher von Braun: Unlikely, but I'll put it down.
Darkness is complete: Sure. Don't expect it anytime soon though, that's really not my style of story.
il2swim57: I'll note all of those down. Some of them are going to fall under 'minor' though. Gay is fine, I've been meaning to write that one for a while anyways.
To be honest I'm just taking educated guesses on the psychology of all these characters. I don't really know the perspective of a 'macho' guy, I just think "okay, so he values strength, probably tries to hide his insecurities behind anger, and probably prefers to solve things physically". In a way, 'macho' just codifies some characteristics people tend to see which can have a variety of different reasons behind them that vary from person to person. Trying to write a 'macho' character leads to a stereotype because you don't know the reasoning behind why they do what they do. It's just a matter of breaking down how a character thinks.
Disclaimer, I don't really write macho characters all that much. Vaike is the only example you'll see in my writing. When I write a male main character then tend to be a bit too emotionally vulnerable and not obnoxiously confident and dominant enough to be considered macho.
Attraction to a female character isn't that different to attraction to a male character. It's just playing Mad Libs with body parts and adjectives for the physical aspects, and the rest is fairly gender-neutral.
She Who is Woe: Multiverse really was great. Shame it stopped…
Darkness isn't my thing. I dislike writing downer stories, there's enough of those already. I'll take my "they lived happily ever after" thank you very much.
Thanks for reading! I always appreciate reviews.
bLuewErewOlf25: That's going into the 'other' category. I'm not doing crossovers in this collection.
Guardien54: Not quite sure I follow what you're saying in this review, so let me double check: you want sarcastic Emmeryn and Zerg Robin.
Sand soldier: Yeah, my bad. Fixed.
I don't know the Witcher, I don't play many games to be honest. I'll note down the idea, but it's going under 'unlikely' because I have no idea how to tackle it.
samhendersonxtjx: Sure. I'll put it down.
Guest: Yeah, Copy Robin is already down. Thanks for the suggestion though.