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Minor: Dark Flier, Immortal, Boxer (Pugilist), Exploitive, Swordmaster, Angry Cinnamon Roll, Tripping, Perpetual Cheer, Chef, Blacksmith, Pegasus Knight, Teacher, Librarian, Masochist, Literal-Minded, Authoritative, Middle Age, Wyvern Rider, Phobia, Thicc, Tsundere, Damsel in Distress, Gangrel's Child, Wyvern Rider, Child, Communist, Bomber, Bear Cavalry, Flying, ADHD, Super Strength, Patriotic.
Standard: Elemental, Deaf, Foreign, Future sight, Nurse/Medic, Valmese Tactician, Medusa, Amazon, Genderfluid, Gift from Validar + evil to good, Mind Control, Banshee, Mimic, Emotionless, Crippling Overspecialization (Idiot Savant), Coward, ESP, POW, PTSD, Magician, Mute, Handicapped, Secret Helper, Crazy, Morpher, Dreamwalker, Motherly, Twins, Regenerating, Animal Whisperer, Naga/Tiki Assistant, Sleepless, Deadly Touch, Mind Reader, Doppelganger, Arachne, D&D magic, Umbramancer, Horror Monster, Detective, No Sense of Personal Space, Shota, Dominatrix, Songstress, Kinky, Matchmaker, Androphobic, Fashion Designer, Illusionist, Attraction Aura, Ring Maker.
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, Cyborg, Maid/Servant/Butler, Deadlord, Rebellion, Einherjar, Trap, Yandere, Living Weapon, Size Shifter, Queen of Plegia, Gluttonous, Stretchy, Ninja, Alchemist, Protoss, Spirit Manipulation, Invisible, Plegian Honor Guard, Mecha, Kryptonian, Creator, Orc, Memory Stealing Respawn, Racer, Khan, Elder God, Misfortune, Vampire Hunter, Geokinetic, Imaginary Actualization, Death, Resurrection, Arachne, Force, Merchant, Background Music, Variable, Civilian, Natural Disaster, Mental Noise Projection, Hidden OP, Summoner, Cyclops, Teleporter, Cryokinetic, Genie, Judge, Intangibility, Fortune Teller, Future Vision, Serial Killer, Pervert, Stalker, Magic Fixit, Drakengard Restoration, Ying-Yang, Childhood Friend, Cyberpunk, Chrom's Mother, Obsessed, Berserker, Phase Shift, Gravity Manipulation, Hallucinating, Bladesoul, Zombie, Double Entendre, Shared Body/Two Souls, Cannibal, Singer, Violent, Insane, Waterbender, Casanova, Cupid, Undertaker, Master Thief, Guard, Faceless, Shadow, Age Control, Cradle Snatcher, Emo, Singer, Nun, Courier, Haunted Knight Armor, Egyptian, Sentient Object, Shit Lord, Court Wizard, Naga's sibling, Mad Queen, Artist.
Other: Pokemon Trainer, Self-insert, Second Generation replacement, Dimensional Walker, Cycle, Fates.
Here's one suggested by Invisible Prince. Fairy Robin. SquidbaggerOfWoomyAndNgyesness, I'm going to be counting this as Tiny Robin as well. Also, to wherever wanted a story where Robin started married (I can't remember who asked for it) here you go.
For a moment when Frederick wakes up, he thinks his wife has suddenly grown. Then he realizes she's sitting on his nose.
"Morning Dear." The girl coos. She's sitting cross-legged on the tip of his nose, and Frederick can barely feel it. His wife is a literal featherweight. She's about the size of a hummingbird, has cream-colored skin, gold eyes, short orange hair with gold streaks, and four thin dragonfly wings sprouting from her back. Frederick knows from experience that unlike actual dragonfly wings Robin's wings can fold up to be seamlessly flush with her back if she needs them out of the way.
"Good morning…" Frederick mumbles. Robin flutters into the air as he rubs his eyes and squints against the morning sun-
The sun?! He should be up before the sun! He's supposed to inspect everyone's weapons and armor, he missed his morning exercise routine, he didn't start the cooking fire!
"Dear, calm down." Robin says as the knight scrambles into his armor. She settles into his hair as he affixes his pauldrons."You-"
"My apologies Robin, I'm very late!" Frederick says as he rushes out of their tent. Robin rolls her eyes as she rides on his head. She wonders if this is what riding a horse is like for him.
Everyone they pass is treated to the odd sight of Frederick jogging across the camp with an urgent look while Robin is sitting with her legs tangled in his hair, totally unphased and very amused.
"Frederick…" Robin sighs with a smile. "Stop."
"I am late Robin!" Frederick shouts as he rushes to the command tent where he knows his liege will be. He pushes open the tent and ducks inside.
"Frederick?" Chrom blinks in surprise when the man comes rushing in.
"A thousand apologies M'lord. I overslept." The knight says while bowing to the prince. Robin casually waves at the boy from her seat on top of Frederick's head.
"Frederick…" Chrom chuckles. "Don't you remember?"
"M'lord?"
"We've stopped at a village, remember Frederick?" Chrom chuckles. "I told you yesterday you could have the day off."
"I…" Frederick blinks owlishly. "I forgot."
"Clearly." The prince chuckles. "Robin, why didn't you remind him?"
"He charged out of our tent before I could get a word in." Robin shrugs. She untangles her legs from the man's hair and flutters her way onto his shoulder instead. It's only now that's Frederick has calmed down that he notices his wife's dress, which is a very telling sign there were no plans today. She's not wearing her armor as she normally would for marches or combat, and is instead dressed in a pale green gypsy dress.
"Well, at least you slept in Frederick." Chrom says with a shake of his head.
"Yes, well… that wasn't my intent." Frederick grimaces. "What if today had not been a day off?"
"Dear, the only reason you slept in was because I dusted you." Robin reassures. "You don't have to worry about that."
"Ah." Frederick had forgotten about that. Then again since 'being dusted' means Robin used her sleep dust on him, perhaps it's not surprising he forgot.
"Go and enjoy your day off Frederick." Chrom chuckles. "We have Cordelia responsible for obtaining new supplies and doing your usual duties, so don't worry about it."
"But who will guard you Milord?" The knight says nervously. "I cannot leave you unprotected!"
"I will be going with Cordelia. I'll be fine Frederick." Chrom says with a roll of his eyes. "Just enjoy free time with your wife, won't you?"
"I- of course Milord." Frederick says with a stiff bow.
"Have a good day Robin." The prince says to the fairy as they leave. "You have your work cut out for you."
"I am well aware." Robin hums. A wry smile crosses her face. "Don't worry, I'll come out on top."
"They speak of me as if I am a problem to be overcome…" Frederick thinks while hiding a grimace. To Robin he asks, "Am I such a challenge?"
"A little bit Dear." The girl says with a laugh. She kisses the man on the cheek (which he can barely feel) "but I am equal to the challenge."
That's not quite what Frederick was hoping to hear.
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"Dear, relax."
"I am."
"No, you really aren't." Robin says in an amused voice. "That's the fifth time you've looked over your shoulder in the last two minutes."
The two of them are walking around the village center. They had no plan for the day beyond the other's company, and as such are in search of something to do… or at least Robin is. Frederick seems preoccupied with glancing at the horizon.
"My apologies." The knight grimaces. He forces himself to focus on his wife fluttering beside him, and not the possibility of an attack appearing on the horizon at any moment.
"The instincts of a guard and soldier are not so easily suppressed, hmm?" The fairy smiles.
"Quite." Frederick coughs in embarrassment. "Again, I am sorry Robin."
"That's fine Dear." Robin hums. "Perhaps when we find something to do you'll be less on edge."
"Yes, perhaps." The knight agrees. He glances around quickly to find something to do. He spots a merchant, an Anna, couched between two buildings with a small stall set up. "I am in need of a new dagger. Perhaps we could spare a moment…?"
"Shopping? Sure." Robin chirps. "Lead the way."
As seems normal for an Anna, her prices are absurdly high and she tries her very best to persuade them that what she has to offer is infinitely better than what other merchants have to offer.
Robin and Frederick end up going to the general store, and buy the same dagger for a third the price. If there is one thing Frederick has learned from haggling with merchants over the years it's that you never trust an Anna. Not all Annas are swindlers, but there are so many that are swindlers it's better not to take a chance.
"What do you need a new dagger for anyways?" Robin asks curiously as they leave.
"My last one has been filed down to such an extent I'm afraid it's no longer fit for use." Frederick coughs as he pulls out his old dagger from its sheath. It's barely a dagger anymore, looking more like a sharpened spike on a hilt.
"Frederick dear."
"Yes?"
"How often did you sharpen this?"
"After every meal of course."
"Ah." Robin is clearly fighting a smile. "I see, and how long did it last?"
"Two years."
"Right." The fairy coughs, holding back laughter. "Dear… have you ever considered that maybe a dagger doesn't have to be sharpened after every meal?"
"But of course it does! Just like a sword, axe, or spear, a dagger must always be prepared to fulfill its purpose in as optimal a capacity as possible!" Frederick says with certainty. He pauses at hearing his wife snort, and then start giggling uncontrollably. "Erm… have I said something amusing?"
"I-It's nothing Dear." Robin laughs. "That's very you."
"Thank you?"
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"So… you're a fairy." The clothier says as she glances between Robin and her husband. Robin's smile immediately grows strained. That's never a good sign. She knows what's going to follow and tries to head off the question she knows is going to follow.
"Yes, and can you have my order done by tomorrow? Robin says. "We're only here for a day, but it's literally a small order..."
"Oh yes, of course, yes." The lady says. She seems a bit caught off guard by Robin ignoring her comment. "I can probably have it done in a few hours with how small it is."
"Good, thank you." Robin says quickly. She quickly calls for her husband to block this conversation. "Frederick dear! Would you mind paying?"
Thankfully she escapes the building without having to deal with the clothier's curiosity. Over a year of campaigning and stopping at villages has well-acquainted her with the blunt curiosity of some village folk, and she's tired of having to tell them to fuck off and mind their own business all the time.
She usually says it more politely than that of course.
"Robin, are we in a rush?" Frederick asks. It's only then that Robin notices how quickly she's flying, and slows down to a more reasonable level.
"No, no, we're not. I merely wanted to be out of there." Robin huffs as she straightens her dress. "The clothier was nosey."
"Really? I heard no question." The knight comments.
"She was about to ask." Robin grumbles. She takes a seat on Frederick's shoulder as he continues to walk. "The leading question is always the same. 'So you're a fairy…' is what they say."
"And what is the second question?"
"It… well there's a few things." Robin admits. "Sometimes it's benign like 'do you only have to eat a little because you're so small?' or 'are your wings delicate?' but since I've gotten married the questions have been intrusive."
"How so?"
"Well…" Robin decides how she should phrase this. "May I be blunt Dear?"
"Of course. You may be honest with me Robin." Frederick says firmly. He raises a hand and (very very gently) places a finger on her shoulder in reassurance.
Robin leans into the touch as she speaks. "They keep asking about how sex works with my size."
"Oh." Frederick has no idea what to say to that, except: "How very rude of them."
"I know, right?" Robin growls. Her wings flutter furiously, and she's only kept sitting because of Frederick's finger on her shoulder. "It's none of their business!"
"I will go and address this behaviour immediately." Frederick says firmly, and he turns around to walk back to the shop.
"No! No!" Robin says hastily. "Don't, please!"
"Are you sure Robin?" The knights asks in concern. "If this behaviour is not discouraged, it will fester-"
"Frederick, everyone is nosey just because I'm different." Robin sighs. "Unless you can fix everyone, scolding one person won't do much."
"Ah." That's a bitter pill to swallow: the fact that for once he can't fix the problem. "There is nothing I can do?"
"You've already done something." Robin murmurs. "You listened. Thank you Dear."
"Of course. I'm glad I could help."
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"Robin…"
"Hmmm?"
"Am I work to you?"
The two are sitting under a tree at the edge of the village, eating lunch. They bought a berry pie for lunch, which incidentally is delicious.
"What do you mean?" Robin asks through a mouthful of food.
"Earlier you said you were 'equal to the challenge' I pose…" Frederick says slowly. "And I worry that I am a problem for you. I realize I am often extremely focused on Milord-"
"Stop there!" Robin says as she flutters up in front of him. She has her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. "You are not a problem."
"You said I was a bit of a challenge." Frederick reminds her.
"And I stand by that." Robin says honestly. She moves and sits on his nose. "You're a bodyguard, and a very diligent one at that. I knew coming into this that I would have even less time with you during the war than might be expected from a wartime relationship in the first place." Her expressions softens. "I'm no different Frederick. I'm a challenge too. I'm a tactician, I have almost no free time either. There's also the fact that I'm a fairy, and that poses several problems to our relationship merely due to my size."
As much as Frederick wants to tell her that it's not an inconvenience… he would be lying. Her small size is problematic on occasion. "It would seem we both pose problems to each other, wouldn't it?"
"And we got married anyways." Robin reminds him. She leans forward so her head touches his brow (which amusingly makes the knight go cross-eyed as he tries to focus on her). "We both knew what we were doing Frederick. I meant it mostly as a joke when I said you were a challenge. You are not one more so than myself."
"Of course. My pardon for needlessly worrying." Frederick murmurs.
"Okay, you have to stop apologizing for everything Dear." The fairy huffs. "You're allowed to worry."
Nowi's draconic voice suddenly echoes through the air as she comes soaring over the village. "Risen incoming! All Shepherds grab your weapons and stuff and head to the town plaza!"
Just like that, the peaceful air is shattered. Robin and Frederick immediately dash towards the camp, needing to grab their weapons. They charge into camp and then their tent, with Frederick scrambling into his armor much like he did in the morning and Robin changing out of her dress into her metal armor.
Robin's armor makes her look like a large steel wasp when combined with her lance, and you might think that having a solid inch of steel all around her body when she's so small would be impractically heavy for her but much like an ant Robin is much stronger than her small size would indicate and the metal doesn't weigh her down too much.
Her wings are vulnerable though, there's no way to armor those up without making her unable to fly. But otherwise she's hard to hit and deceptively tough.
Frederick has to stop by the stable to grab his mare, so Robin heads straight for the plaza. She finds Chrom listening to a report by Cordelia in the midst of many other Shepherds ushering villagers into houses or stores so that they'll be safe.
"Chrom!" Robin barks as she gets close. "What's the situation?!"
"We have a large pack of Risen approaching from the west. Cordelia spotted great knights and wyvern lords, so it looks like an elite squad." Chrom says grimly. "There's at about thirty of them."
"Right." Robin scowls under her helmet as she quickly thinks up a plan. "Alright. If we're against riders there's no way we can keep a defensive position. They'll smash right through us with their momentum. We need to go out there and hit them on their flanks."
"Right." Chrom turns to the other Shepherds. "Anyone with a mount, form up and move out! Flank around their side and disorganized them! Everyone else, be prepared to enter the battle after the Risen formation is broken!"
Robin flutters up high so she can get a proper view of the battlefield. The Risen are a lot closer than she thought. It's a good thing they sent the Shepherds out now, because in a dozen seconds they definitely wouldn't have the time.
The Risen outnumber them two to one, and that's not counting the fact that not even half the Shepherds are mounted so the few Shepherds that are making the initial strike are outnumbered at least four to one.
"Archers, mages, we need supporting fire immediately!" Robin barks as loudly as she can. It's times like these she hates how small she is because her voice is quieter and more high-pitch than a human's, and therefore harder to hear.
Thankfully the others are used to listening for Robin, and spring into action. Miriel, Ricken, Tharja, and Virion start firing on the Risen to take some pressure off the mounted Shepherds as they smash into the side of the Risen formation. The infantry Shepherds rush in after they see the Risen start wheeling around to deal with the sudden attack, as now they won't have to worry about the brunt of a charge.
Robin takes that as her cue to rush in as well. There's honestly not much more strategy to do. It's just a matter of fighting skill now that the Risen's main advantage, a headlong charge, is taken away.
The fairy flies headlong into battle. Risen are a pain for her. She can't just slash their throats or eyes like she can for human opponents, and her dusts have no effect on them. Instead Robin is limited to playing a support role by annoying foes or using her helpful dusts on allies.
Yes, her dust can do more than put people to sleep. It can also paralyze or induce hallucinations, but it can also do helpful things like reduce stress and prevent panic, increase focus, boost adrenaline, or reduce pain. All four of those benefits are deceptively useful in combat despite not being as flashy as inducing sleep, paralysis, or hallucinations.
So that's why Robin spends most of the flight fluttering over everyone's head, sprinkling dust down on them from her wings. She occasionally dive-bombs a Risen when they look like they're getting the best of a Shepherd, but otherwise focuses on dusting the Shepherd's frontline.
"Pick a god and pray!" Frederick snarls as he crashes into a Risen great knight. The undead monster crumples under the attack as Frederick's lance breaks through the rusted armor on its side and impale the creature.
Robin smiles at seeing her husband tear through the undead monsters. He really does look dashing in his bright armor, and even with his helmet on Robin can spot his serious and stoic expression.
No, no, she shouldn't be getting distracted. She can gush over her husband later, she should be focusing on the fight. These wyvern lords are posing a massive issue, she should sting a few to take the pressure off the the infantry.
Her wings flutter furiously as she flies high. Intercepting a flying opponent is risky, especially for someone of her size, but it's a skill she's taken time to learn. It's a lot like jousting; you want to let your weapon hit the opponent while avoiding a collision. She usually aims for the throat, but with Risen hitting the eye is going to be more useful.
She spies a wyvern and its rider bearing down on Vaike, and speeds forward to attack. Her body is almost totally horizontal to prevent wind resistance, and her lance is sticking straight forward as she moves on an intercept course. As she zips by the rider's face she sticks out her lance and slashes into the eye for a brief moment. She can't do a normal stab, because if her weapon gets stuck in the eye she's going to lose it and be unarmed.
The rider hisses in irritation, but the damage is done. It's axe goes wide, missing Vaike, and the blonde man capitalizes by burying his axe in the rider's chest and killing it.
"Thanks Rob!" The man grunts.
Robin nods, even though Vaike isn't looking at her, and chooses her next target while sprinkling dust over her allies all the while.
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"I am fine Robin." Frederick coughs in slight embarrassment as the girl flutters over his injury, showering it in numbing dust. It's not anything to worry about in his mind. Lissa already healed him up as much as she could without giving him mana sickness, and the shoulder injury is little more than large bruise now. "Princess Lissa has already given me something for the pain."
"That doesn't mean I'm not concerned." The fairy huffs, though she does stop with the numbing dust. Instead she moves over to rest on his head, and switches over to relaxation (stress reduction) dust. She wants to help her husband, Naga be damned if everything has already been done.
Frederick glances up at his wife. Of her body can only see her legs dangling down from his hair, but the light dusting (pun intended) of shimmering gold dust twinkles in his vision as the light bounces off individual particles. "Truly I am fine. There is no need to exert yourself. Save your dust."
"It's literally magic. I can't run out." Robin huffs.
"But it takes effort." Frederick counters. "I know you are getting tired Robin."
"We're going to sleep soon anyways." Robin says stubbornly. "I'm keeping it up."
"I insist." The knight says. He reaches up and gently grabs the fairy off his head. Robin could easily escape, Frederick is not really gripping her so much as he is carrying her. He never risks putting pressure on her body despite her reassurances that she's not nearly as frail as she appears. "I will not have you exerting yourself unnecessarily for my sake. Your presence on its own is calming, there is no need for magic."
"Fine…" Robin grumbles as Frederick carefully holds her in his hands. They're in their tent at the moment, and Frederick is sitting cross-legged on his cot with his shirt off at Robin's insistence because she wanted to see his injury. It's already past dinner, and lights out should be coming soon. "If you feel anything though, even a little discomfort, tell me!"
"Of course."
"That better mean 'yes honey, I understand' and not 'I'm going to say yes and then not tell you when I'm in pain because I'm too manly'!" Robin threatens. The knight absently notes the heat in his cheeks and his heart beating in his chest at her intensity born of worry and affection.
"Well…" Frederick coughs. "Perhaps I wouldn't mention minor discomfort."
"Unacceptable!" Robin flies up so she's right in his face. Her hands grip the tip of his nose as she glares at him. "Anything, got it?!"
"Yes Robin." Frederick says, unable to hide a content smile. "My apologies."
"And no apologies!" She barks. Robin notices the way he's smiling, and her pout grows even more severe. "What are you smiling at?! I'm getting mad here!"
"I appreciate your worry Robin." Frederick says softly. Again, he brings up a hand and pulls her off him, but that's only so he can properly land a kiss on her forehead (or really her whole face due to the size difference) and the girl's incensed buzzing slows to a calmer flutter. "I am blessed to have you."
"And I you…" Robin mutters reluctantly. "That's not fair by the way! You can give these big hugs and kisses, but I'm tiny so you can barely feel my affection!"
"Not so." Frederick chuckles. "I feel it in your worry, the dust you shed for me, your determination to make me relax. I feel it all the time Robin."
"Still…" Robin pouts as her husband cradles her against his chest. She rests her head there and folds up her wings, and she futilely tries to wrap her arms around his comparatively massive form. "Not fair."
"And you can fly and sprinkle magic dust. I would hardly call that fair." The knight smiles.
"Okay, maybe you're right." She pouts as Frederick strokes her hair with his thumb. "I wish I could be big even just for a little bit at a time, or if there was a way to make you small, or just a way for us to be the same size for a bit…"
"Perhaps Miriel could help." Frederick hums. "After the war is over. There are more pressing matters at the moment."
"Yeah…" She mumbles tiredly. "We should sleep by the way."
"That would be a prudent decision."
"I want to sleep with you tonight." Robin says. She usually sleeps in her own bedroll just above his head. Her husband fears crushing her, which is absurd. She's like a cockroach, except a lot more pretty! Maybe that's a bad comparison… but the point is she's not frail!
"Robin…" Frederick says apprehensively. This is hardly the first time they've had this conversation, and he is still not convinced.
"Come one, pleaaase?" Robin says. "You're injured, right? So there's no way you'll roll over because it would hurt you!"
Yes, she is shamelessly taking advantage of the fact that he's injured so she can do this. Who knows when she'll get another chance though?!
Frederick is nervous about this, but maybe because of Robin's stress relieving dust earlier making him less wary he reluctantly allows it. He lies down in his bedroll, and Robin brings over her pillow and bedroll and sets it down on his chest. Frederick was expecting her to lie next to him, not on him, but he can't bring himself to say no now that she's here.
"Night Dear." Robin coos as she flutters over to the light. She extinguishes it and makes her way back over to where they're sleeping. Frederick can just barely feel the kiss she gives his forehead, and only slightly more the weight of her settling into her bedroll.
"Goodnight Robin." He doesn't care though. He wouldn't trade her featherlight affections for the world. He closes his eyes, and allows sleep to take him after such an exhausting day.
I think this was a decent chapter. I actually had no idea what I was going to do going into this. I realized about halfway through that Robin's powers were totally irrelevant, so I added in the fight so they could be shown off.
NinjaGogeta: Unfortunately you're correct, something like that would be extremely hard to pull off, not to mention I generally say no to something that's basically a crossover. Psychic manifestations are something I can do, but explicitly Yu-gi-oh is a definite no.
Taco: To each their own. I don't really have an issue with the adult/child pairing thing for much the same reason I take no issue with the whole Nowi controversy (as long as people are mentally and legally adults, they shouldn't be stopped by petty things like physical peculiarities and age difference).
Hmm… well gunpowder is a thing I've done before, and explosives are actually pretty old (9th century I think?) so I can probably find some way for that to work.
Designer is definitely something I can do. I've had practice writing such things from my other main story (Five Stars) because one of the main characters is skilled in fashion.
I presume this is in a Nowi/Tiki sorta way where Robin is technically really old?
Sure. Pretty minor thing.
Flying? Also minor. Sure.
That's an interesting one. Difficult, but interesting.
ADHD, also (probably) minor.
Super Strength has not been mentioned, though I'll incorporate it where appropriate. On it's own I'm not sure it can really hold a chapter, it's a pretty minor quirk all things considered.
Illusionist is a good one. I like it.
Depending on how risque the suggestion is I may move it over to Varied Awakenings. The most lewd this collection is going to get is going to be things like Angel Robin. Not because I particularly dislike NSFW suggestions or don't want to write them, but because I don't think it's quite what people have come to expect from this collection.
LoveGlutton: I'll admit I'm rather indifferent to the pairing myself. I have a different preferred pairing for Lucina, and I don't usually use Male Robin. That said, I have nothing against the pairing (I'm fine will all pairings as a rule, it's just a matter of how well they're written).
Half-beastdragonsoul2013: Yep. I hoped my exceedingly minor fashion knowledge was enough to create a convincing fashion disaster.
Darkness is complete: Ooh, I like it. Kinda like Succubus Robin, but he/she has no way to hide it… yeah, that'll be fun.
Gilgamesh King of Mongrels: Incidentally, those two chapters were some of my favourite to write.
Emo? I'll put it down. That's gonna take some research if I ever do it though, I'll admit I don't know what emo is beyond being overly edgy.
I suppose that could work… gotta find a way to differentiate it from Bard then. Hmm…
A nun? You want no romance?! Joking side, that's a fine idea. Not quite sure how I could justify her being a tactician or a fighter, but I'm sure I can think of something after a bit of research…
G: Messenger is fine.
Sorta like a ghost?
How does this even work? 'Egyptian' is a very generic term.
Sure. That's interesting.
Teacher is interesting. I like it.
Your reference is lost on me, but from what I gather you're suggesting Robin is a sentient object like a heart that speaks to people?
Guest (X6, or maybe you're the same person?): I'm not a movie person, I don't know that one.
Yes, it does. I love that chapter. I do actually have two other chapters in Varied Awakenings dealing with Lucina and the Morgans as succibi as well if you're interested.
I mean… someone has probably done Manakete Morgan. There's this fanfic called Cycles which has something like that I think.
Yay!
I've actually considered that. It was half the inspiration behind Communication Issues Robin. Shit Lord Robin is just… I mean… he sorta has to be a good guy, remember. Also a tactician. I'll put it down though. Court wizard is a curious one, it's not like magic is rare in this world, so I'm not sure how necessary it is, but I do like the idea. Naga's sibling lends to Robin being absurdly OP, but I can work with that. Patriotic is a very minor character trait, so I'll put it down as minor.
Okay, that's true.
Wrathie Winsre: I wanted to distinguish him from Olivia, so I tried something different and more subtle and it may not have hit the mark.
If I wrote that, it was probably a typo.
No, I'm fine. I don't mind writing Lucina, it's just that I don't feel a particular need to include in every chapter her or make sure she exists.
Yeah, Robin here isn't too tactical. Again, I wanted to distinguish him from Olivia so I didn't include combat.
I could have every chapter be about Robin using his quirk to overcome some combat scenario, but that's not the point of this collection. To be 'Robin' they just have to be the Shepherd's tactician. They don't have to do tactical stuff in the chapter or even have the story be about them, those are unnecessary restrictions; the point of this collection is to show off the quirk, and a quirk doesn't have to be "flashy" or "special" (because that's just another arbitrary restriction).
So the point is… you are right. This chapter is not about Robin, and his quirk isn't very special, but that's not really relevant. Robin is still a main character in that chapter, his quirk is still shown off properly, and (most importantly) it's a fun chapter.
Besides, if a chapter had to be Robin-focused, at least a quarter of the chapters I've written should be disqualified for being Chrom-centric. :P
Thanks for your comment though! I had to do some reflection on what it is that makes a chapter of this collection a good chapter, which I would never have done if you hadn't said that.
Moving on from all that.
I've lost track of what this is about, but as long as you're amused I'm happy.
But if people didn't die that often, it wouldn't be horror! And who doesn't love some good old easily-preventable death and mayhem?
Emm would support it because it makes Chrom happy, so long as Robin is also okay with it, and if they're both okay with it there's really no reason for it not to happen. Also, Emm doesn't have meta knowledge of Lucina existing in other dimensions, she's not a goddess (in the literal sense anyways), and Chrom is not his father. Again, as long as both of them are okay with it, there's no reason beyond petty ones that it shouldn't happen.
Lol. Okay. I'll say no more.
I mean, I could have found some way to make her a involved in combat tactics by making her a potted plant so she could be carried around… but an Alraune was a lot more fun. Also no, not deadly, but the spores can put people to sleep, and the nectar is an aphrodisiac. The former admittedly has a lot more military applications that the latter.
I mean, I think he clumsiness is limited to the ground. So as long as she stays on the pegasus she's fine… I think it's basic military training she wouldn't have passed.
Very true for Vaike, though the Cordelia pairing was planned before I decided on exactly how 'wild' would be interpreted. Originally I was going to contrast Cordelia's training with Robin's raw power.
Ah, right, of course. Maybe I'll have to try turning them on some time…
Well long distance communication is a hugely useful tool, but one the FEA universe doesn't seem to have considering they use messengers for even extremely important messages most of the time.
That's a fair point for Grima, I was treating voice mimicry as an inborn ability and not a skill Robin had, but if we assume that's not the case then that could very well be true.
Yeah… it's kinda weird how my personal opinion is the exact opposite of public opinion in that way. After all, I like Severa even less than her mother. She's one of the three characters I'd say I actively dislike.
Well you'd need Robin to be alive as well, even if you don't use them. Lucina doesn't actually have to survive you know. As soon as you recruit her she can die, and the story will continue. It's just Robin and Chrom that has to survive (and you can totally win with just Robin and Chrom, Robin is OP, just Chrom or just Chrom and Lucina might be difficult unless Lucina is Robin's daughter).
I like to think most of Chrom's proposals happen by accident (like Angel or Houndmaster) because it seems very fitting. Either that or his partner proposes…
I mean… hmm… I don't know. There are some aspects that might be different, but the military is a very logical place. You don't decide things on a whim, it's logic and what's effective, and being male or female doesn't change what's effective. So maybe the priorities would be different, and hobbies maybe, but ways of engagement and lifestyle are the way they are because they're effective and efficient, and you can't honestly think monthly issues are going to stop a soldier or ruler from doing their job to their utmost ability.
Okay, quick question. How realistically are we taking this? Because in reality low-cut armor is an awful idea for obvious reasons, relying on someone underestimating you is a risky plan, and differing romantic interests does not justify a difference in military strategy. Again, military strategy is the way it is because it's effective, not because men have different romantic inclinations then women or vice versa.
I'm assuming female Chrom isn't that different than male Chrom. Still a strong leader, still a bit of a dork, still hopeless in romantic matters… but if we assume that's different, then everything changes. If she's not military-inclined, the Shepherds aren't going to exist and Chrom probably isn't leading the war (because Emmeryn is almost certainly more qualified).
I'm very lost. Where do the Shepherds factor into the "women's war" argument? Or is this about Chrom again?
That would be a very boring tactics game. It better focus more on inter-character relationships then.
I can't deny that. It was a good move.
Yeah. Miriel and Sully don't get as much of an introduction. Sort of a shame. I'm indifferent to Sully, but I like Miriel. They are both stock characters to be fair though.
Yeah… and that's mostly on Emm I suppose.
Game mechanics can be incorporated, but often times they end up seeming very 'meta' if you try to incorporate them directly. At least, that's my opinion.
Erm… well I wouldn't say he was good at leading the country, the people sorta hated the royal family after it ended, remember? As for him teaching Chrom… he taught the boy some useful lessons… and some not so useful ones… and may have missed out on some key things that Chrom then had to make assumptions for (which is how we get Chrom's romantic incompetence and why I write him as being disgusted/horrified/fearful of lust from himself and not knowing how to deal with it from others resulting in fear and anxiety). I don't blame Frederick so much because, to be frank, sexuality is not something I think Frederick would have been equipped to teach Chrom about. At least, I assume not. Frederick isn't that much older than Chrom is he? Again though, just my opinion.
I don't think Frederick ever chills. If Chrom gets married, that's just one more person for Frederick to fuss over (or more if there are children).
Oho~
That's fair. I suppose matchmaker usually has good intentions.
Pardon for seeming a bit ranty this time around. No ill intent towards you. I'm very bad at articulating my thoughts apparently. I've noticed I tend to come off as a bit rude, even if that's not my intent whatsoever.
Nice to hear from you again!
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I need context.
See above comment.
What do you mean 'like business?'
This is fine.