#arcthunder

[sailforvalinor]

You should play Fire Emblem because the power of love is real. No, really, it translates to stats

#I just got everyone killed during a paralogue except for my s-ranked chrom and Robin and they strong armed the whole thing #with nothing but an arcthunder #the true otp of battle couples #fire emblem #fe awakening #fe fates #fe3h

[fe-fictions]

M! Robin x Say'ri Commission (Say'ri's family suddenly grows...double in size!!)

Say’ri and Robin had been married only briefly, but they were so very happy. The stoic and composed swordswoman never wavered in her dignity when in public, but in private, she allowed her cool exterior to melt a little.

And at night, it was replaced with a blazing passion for her beloved. Robin would be lying if he didn’t say the same.

They were deeply in love, even if it wasn’t immediately obvious at first glance to the average bystander. Even Chrom wasn’t convinced by their “romance” when Robin confessed his intent to marry her.

But all doubts and skepticism quickly faded when their future daughter appeared before any other couple’s child. Clearly, the two of you worked quickly.

Her initial appearance was certainly a shock, and the thought that you and Say’ri would have a daughter not long in the future made your heart swell with love and excitement (once the anxiety at the thought of bringing another life into this world, given both your pasts).

At least, it did at first.

The battle to reach Morgan was difficult, and she was almost at risk of death. Say’ri was the one who recognized her before anyone else could.

The swordsmanship the cloaked stranger used was utterly unmistakeable.

Only she and her brother could possibly know how to fight lke that. It was specific to their noble family’s lineage; a traditional sword fighting technique passed down only to their family.

And she had passed it on to her own offspring.

“Robin-” Say’ri spoke within moments of the fight beginning, the Risen slowly making their way towards the young samurai who held her own.

You launched a bolt of Arcthunder into the mob, careful to avoid striking Chrom or Stahl as they charged forward.

“What’s wrong?” Your question was immediate; Say’ri rarely spoke in battle unless it was of the utmost importance.

“It is the stranger- they fight as Father and Mother did.”

Your gaze turned to the figure far ahead, eyes narrowed as you observed their movements. It was certainly similar to Say’ri’s fighting pattern, but you weren’t versed enough to tell it apart from other Chon’sin styles (yet, at least).

“What does that mean?”

“It means…we are of one blood. They are kin.” She stated with a swift strike of her blade, another Risen falling by her hand.

You drew her behind you to follow with a powerful blast of magic, lighting up the entire squadron that acted as another barrier.

“Could it be another Yen’fay? Or another family member from a different timeline?” He wondered, “They seem small…like a child, almost…”

“Robin-” She sucked in a breath, as if steeling herself for the words she spoke.

“Say’ri?”

“There are no children. Brother and I are the last of our family’s bloodline. Unless…”

“Unless…?”

Suddenly, it clicked. Your stomach dropped, feeling a wave of urgency crash over you.

“That is our-”

“-We have to get them-”

“-We have a child from the future-”

“-They need our help!!”

You stumbled over each other’s words, the rush of adrenaline bordering into panic when you realized how much more dire the situation had become.

That wasn’t just a stranger who needed help- that was your very own child. Yours and Say’ri’s child!

“Fie!!” Say’ri bellowed, bursting forth with a renewed fire in her eyes.

It was all you could do to follow after her, alerting Chrom and Lucina that it was without doubt another future child.

The princess wasn’t far behind, the Shepherds realigning their strategy to make a beeline for that young one.

Unfortunately the Risen didn’t relent in their attack, all but swarming your battalion when your objective became clear.

It was a race to the end, and it was putting more pressure on the stranger.

More and more Risen clouded your vision, and it became difficult to see over the monsters before you. It took a few moments to realize that Say’ri was no longer at your side.

“Say’ri- hey, where did you go?!” You shouted for your wife over the clamor of battle. She did not respond- but you did spot a flash of black hair in the distance.

“Good gods- she’s just going in alone? Is she on a suicide mission??” Cordelia spotted her second, prompting you to order the pegasus knight down.

“Get me to her!!” Your demand was met with swift compliance, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other raining thunderbolts to the enemies below.

“She’s acting on her own, but for good reason- she thinks that’s our future child!” You explained in a rush, the winged beast swooping down closer to the woman who was closing in on the figure.

“What, really?!” Cordelia gasped, “That’s wonderful, but shouldn’t she be going in with you?!”

“I agree, but I lost track of her in the latest wave-- if we don’t get this under control, we’re all gonna be in trouble!”

It didn’t take long to catch up, but by the time you were able to drop in, Say’ri had already connected with the stranger.

“Say’ri!!” You called out to her, finding she had wrapped her arms around them and all but forgotten her blade.

It was wholly unlike her, and without doubt a cause for concern.

“We can reunite later!! We’ve gotta get this under control first!!” You shouted to her, which seemed to snap her back into focus.

You were shooting off Bolganone spells one after the other, your Arcthunder having run out of pages.

It was getting down to the wire.

Mercifully, their numbers were finally starting to thin out the Shepherds working on them from the other end while you blasted them from this side.

“Robin, look!!” She called to you, as she drove her sword into a nearby foe, “She is too young to fight any longer- she is exhausted!!”

“She-?”

Your heart hit your throat when you turned to her, sparing a moment’s glance at the stranger before you.

Your daughter.

A child who appeared no older than twelve…and she had been fighting on her own.

“Oh my gods, she’s- she’s just a-”

“She cannot fight any longer- please, we must extract her from this battle now!!”

You had never seen such desperation in her eyes, before. It was as though she had taken this little one into her heart, wholly.

And you couldn’t blame her- the girl looked like the spitting image of both of you.

She was scrawny, no doubt due to being a literal adolescent, unlike Lucina. She was far too young to be on the battlefield…let alone to be fighting as hard as she was.

You nodded to Say’ri then, shooting up a flare to bring Cordelia back to you. The knight was instructed to take the girl, and you left the fight to your wife long enough to reach the girl’s side.

“Hey, we’re getting you out of here! Can you ride a horse?” She didn’t seem capable of speaking, staring at you with wide eyes and mouth agape. She must’ve been in shock. “Just take my hand and we’ll- gah!”

You were cut off by her nearly squeezing the life out of you, hugging you for dear life.

“Papa!!”

It made your heart skip a beat; she was so little…but she was so happy to see you. It took only a moment for your thoughts to gather, and then you were quick to reciprocate.

“It’s all right. I’m here now, and we’re taking you somewhere safe.” She nodded into your shoulder, and the featherlight child was lifted in your arms, taking her onto the pegasus’ back.

You didn’t notice the look that Say’ri had on her face as you lifted away.

After all; the child didn’t acknowledge her as “Mama”…and it was Say’ri who had to hug her, not the other way around.

It did not sit well in her heart.

“Come now, that does not mean she doesn’t love you, Say’ri.”

“But she did not recognize me. She knew you so well, and yet I was but a stranger to our own daughter. And she is so young! Fie, am I not living in Morgan’s future? Before she even had a chance to know me?”

“No, that can’t be. Look at how she fought- she clearly trained with you in the future. It must be her amnesia.”

“We cannot know anything but what we see before us; and I see a daughter who does not recognize her own mother.”

She would have sounded angry to just about anyone else. But you recognized that heartbreak when you heard it; a similar voice had revealed itself when discussing Yen’fay countless times before.

“Hey…” You closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around your wife and drawing her into your chest. “Morgan is a good girl. And I’m certain she loves you and knows you; she couldn’t have fought like that without your guidance, which is more than enough proof for me. And so what if she has a favorite parent? Every parent has a child they favor more than the other.”

“You lie! I could not love my own children more or less than another. Nor did my own parents.” She snapped at you, appalled at the very suggestion. You just laughed and pecked her forehead, drawing a bashful grunt.

“I jest, of course. I know that if we had a thousand children, you would love them all equally and without question. And I know that they would all feel the same about you, no qestions asked.”

“But…what do we do with Morgan? Isn’t there a way to cure her amnesia? I o not wish for her to continue growing up without remembering herself or her pat…it would be cruel for a child so small…”

“I’ll speak with Libra about it tomorrow morning. I don’t disagree; she’s barely over the age of 13. She’s a child, through and through…and I don’t want her to have to suffer any more than she alreay has.

“Nor do I.” She afreed, finally returning the embrace. “Forgive me. I did not mean to be so irrational. I was just…”

“Jealous?”

“…Never. Such a foolish assumption.” She hissd, swatting your hands away with a far reder face than before. You watche as she stalked away and threw herself below the quilts of the bed roll, fighting to keep your laughter from being heard.

Your wife was really so precious…you doubted she realized how cute she was when she got angry.

“It’s all right, Say’ri. Morgan will get her memory back and she’ll remember just how much she loves you. Until then, I’m sure you will show her all the love she deserves.”

“And more.” She huffed, leaning back into your chest. You smiled to yourself, burying your face in her hair as sleep started to take you both.

There was no doubt in your mind that she’d make good on that promise.

Another battle, another child from the future. So was the pattern over the next few weeks, with Lucina passionately campaigning for the Shepherds to take some time from the war to try and find all the other children that had been brought here from the future. They would all be capable fighters, and invaluable to the army’s cause.

Chrom couldn’t find a reason to say otherwise; though you were sure there was a lot of curiosity piqued when Lucina mentioned she had a younger sister she wished to reunite with.

Cordelia’s thorny daughter was recovered not long after Morgan, followed by Laurent, Nah and the mysterious Gerome. It wasn’t long after you found him and had crossed back into Valm that you discovered another one.

A strange, small child who was fighting with a Levin sword, but handled it much like your wife would.

Say’ri was quickly putting the pieces together (after all; what fool would try and wield an enchanted, jagged blade that was wholly impractical to use with her family’s methods).

It was when the battle ended and the field cleared that the new child made a beeline straight for your family. Specifically, your wary wife.

“Mama!! Thank goodness I found you! And wow, you look so much younger here! The air in this valley must be good for you!!”

The squeal of excitement you heard kind of threw you for a loop. After all, Morgan was standing right next to you, the battle having been just finished.

Neither you nor Say’ri expected the young child that suddenly ran up out of nowhere, immediately throwing his arms around your wife. You and Morgan jumped, ready to pull the stranger off of her, but Say’ri did not seem bothered.

Instead, she seemed surprised, but appeared much calmer than either you or your daughter.

“Uhh…who are you?” Morgan gathered herself first, and the other child pulled back to look at her. Said child who had the exact same hair, eyes and nose as your daughter…and who called Say’ri “Mama”…and was wearing a coat eerily similar to yours.

No, wait- it was…it was your coat?

“Oh, Sister!! I can’t believe you’re here, too! This must be where you all were hiding, huh?” The young one removed himself from Say’ri, closing the gap between himself and Morgan and grasping her hands.

They looked to be the same age, same height, same…everything, save for opposing colors of hair; a shock white versus a dark brown. Say’ri’s eyes snapped to yours, realization dawning on both of you.

“You’re-”

“-Twins.” Say’ri finished your thought, looking incredibly surprised. The boy nodded at her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course I am! You didn’t forget about one of your twin children, did you? That’d be a funny prank!” He giggled, but Morgan seemed equally perplexed.

“Oh, um…I-I’m sorry, but I don’t remember having a brother.” She admitted shyly, “I lost my memory when I was sent here…”

“What? Really!” He gasped, “T-that’s okay, because I kinda have the same problem.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Wait, you have amnesia too?” He nodded at your question, stunned by this. “Wow, er…I guess it really runs in the family then, doesn’t it?”

“The family?” He tilted his head, “Are you part of the family too?”

“He is your father.” Say’ri stated simply, unable to take her eyes off of him.

This was her son- and he reminded her so much of Yen’fay; he was clearly trained with the blade just as her daughter was. And he had that limber strength to him that her own brother did.

To think that she would be able to raise two children; siblings, who could grow up and experience life together in a way she and Yen’fay had when they were young.

It made her feel much more determined not to let Morgan suffer the same tragedies that she had when she was young.

Neither her, nor her newfound son.

“My father!!” He exclaimed, eyes blown wide. “W-wow, oh wow! I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you, Papa! I don’t think we ever got to meet in real life. But I remember lots of Mama’s stories about you!”

“The pleasure’s all mine, uh…”

“Linfan!”

Say’ri smiled; that was a family name. You beamed softly, the shock of finding a second child finally giving way to the joy of realization.

“Then, the pleasure’s all mine, Linfan.”

Morgan wrapped her arms around your bicep, observing this new individual who seemed utterly thrilled to reunite with all of them.

You looked down at the little one, recognizing the apprehension in her gaze when Linfan bounced back over to his mother.

“I…I don’t like that I don’t remember my own twin.” She confessed to you quietly, the two of you watching him all but circle his mother like a lost puppy. “Is that even possible?”

“Well, you did forget your mother when you were sent over. I don’t think forgetting your brother would be all that different.”

“I guess, I just…who knew?” She giggled nervously, “Is this what you felt when you and Mama first found me? Like, happy, but confused?”

“I’d say you nailed it,” You grinned at her, tousling her hair. “Don’t worry; we’re happy you’re here, and now that Linfan is joining us, it’ll be all the more joyful. Once we get to know a little more about him, I’m sure we’ll warm up to him.”

And your hypothesis was more than accurate; the boy was just so full of joy.

It wouldn’t take long for Morgan to warm up to her lost brother. She wasn’t able to stay wary of him for long. He was bubbly and warm, just like she was.

A personality trait you weren’t entirely positive where either of them got it from…though Say’ri was certain they got it from you.

Pehaps that's why she so enjoye inne that night; sharing the hearty stew as her two offspring chattere on about this and that, comparing memories and stories they coul recall, and discussing tactics an swoplay like any normal chilren shoul.

You couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat, seein ghow fondly she watche her two children interact. She was the picture of prie.

Though it certainly helpe that her son, who held her namesake, seemed attached at her hip and just couln’t get away from his mother’s attention.

She thought you didn’t notice, but it was not difficult to catch when she slipped some pieces of beef into his bowl.

But it was clear as day she was doting on her son. Perhaps it was because he was proof that she was the favorite parent.

Now you each had a child more attached than the other to you.

Of course, you were both incredibly thrilled to have two sweet children, at all. Though you wouldn’t miss an opportunity to tease Say’ri for her showing clear affection to her newfound boy.

“…You speak nonsense.”

“I do not.”

Say’ri scoffed, blowing off your clear attempt to make fun of her behavior following a rather sudden and passionate evening in each other’s arms.

It’d been a while since you’d both been able to have a proper bath, and after everything that happened the past few weeks, it was reasonable you’d be missing one another.

Her head rested on your chest, palm flat over your heartbeat that had finally slowed now that you were both basking in the afterglow of your tryst.

But of course, you just had to be the one to break the peaceful silence with a pointed comment.

“I saw you slipping extra meat into Linfan’s stew. You thought you were being sneaky.”

“Feh. We all saw you doing the same for Morgan, openly and long before I gave him extra.”

“Well, she’s a growing girl.”

“And so too, is he, a growing child! I simply felt they had not given him a large enough portion.”

“You’re right, you’re right. Forgive me.” You chuckled, running your fingers through her hair. She huffed softly, relaxing into your side. “But you have to admit…I think Linfan has a preference towards you moreso than me.”

“I suppose…you are right. I wonder if it is due to his amnesia. Similar to how Morgan behaved with you.”

“It does help me to understand how you were feeling, before. Trying to understand why one of us is forgotten by our own children…it is an unsettling feeling.”

“I wish you did not have to suffer the same uncertainty I did, but I appreciate that you are able to understand it.” She murmured, “I will choose to hope that he only forgets you because of an unfortunate mishap, and not that…you too, were…”

“Yes. Let us believe the former.” You turned to press your lips to her temple, soothing the despair that was clear in her voice.

She had already lost so much. Even the thought of losing you in another time wholly was enough to stir her heart.

She pressed her face against your collarbone, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves.

“There is so much we do not know about the future. I hate to think that anything terrible could have befallen either of our children, or ourselves. When I was younger and would dream of a family, I swore to myself they would be raised in a time of peace. I did not wish for my offspring to suffer the same struggle that Brother and I had to. I…believed that my children would deserve better. But it seems that we failed them…at least, in their future.”

“I know what you mean. But I’m afraid you cannot control a malevolent dragon being summoned and decimating the halidom.”

“Be silent.” She lightly slapped your chest, “Do not speak of such things. You may manifest it into existence, and I know it is the absolute last thing you would want for either of them to go through, again.”

“You’re right, of course. My apologies.” You smiled softly, “It warms my heart, to see how you dote on them so.”

“They are my only son and daughter. It would be of greater concern if I showed anything less.”

“Well…they don’t have to be our only son and daughter, you know.”

“I will strike you again, Robin. And I do not have to hold back if you continue to tease me.”

“Oh, dear. I beg mercy of you, my lady.” You chuckled lightly, squeezing her tight. “You must forgive me- I fear I’m simply elated with the realization that our family’s grown so much. Perhaps my giddyness just hasn’t worn off just yet.”

Say’ri simply huffed again, shifting slightly so that she could relax properly into her husband’s hold. You weren’t completely wrong, after all; she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t caught herself smiling twice more often in the last several hours.

Linfan being her own mini me, even with hair that was the sharpest opposite of her own…it was quite a thrill.

And of course, over the coming days, it only grew more so. The trials and tribulations that would be faced by your family were no joke, and not to be underestimated.

Walhart fought bitterly, and the dragon that would follow with the revelations of the end of days was unmistakably horrific.

But you joined together, and with Morgan and LInfan at your side, you were able to end the destruction of the Fell Dragon once and for all.

You would never be able to forget the grief and terror that was struck across your wife and children’s faces.

The very real fear that they might never see you again had come to fruition. The guilt you felt was insurmountable in that moment. But each of htem wer embraced tightly, tears dripping from each eye…

And a lingering kiss pressed to Say’ri’s grimacing lips sealed the promise of a reunion, before you disappeared into the aether.

Naga was gracious enough to erturn you to Ylisse only a year later.

You were met with a thrilled Exalt and his princess sister, just like all those years ago.

They would help you journey to Say’ri’s homeland, which she had quickly taken charge over and rebuilt. Morgan and Linfan had remained stuck at her side, waiting patiently and hopefully for their father’s swift return.

Seeing you walking up to the front gates beside Chrom sent the children shouting and wailing, sprinting to close the distance and throw their arms around you in a much needed embrace.

You were only able to pull yourself from them when you saw Say’ri standing twenty feet away, staring at you in awe as the wind whipped her hair around like the goddess she was.

You were the one to close the distance, this time; and the moment your hands cupped her face, she dissolved into tears.

It was the first (and only) time the children saw their mother openly sob. Even when you were gone, she did not allow herself to grieve; you had promised you’d return, after all. What could she do but hope?

A much deserved swat at your chest for leaving so long was followed by a kiss, and after that, you had two children tugging you and Say’ri back toyour new home.

Chon’sin welcome you with open arms, but all you wanted was a quiet sddinner with your family. A festival and feast could be helf another night.

But now, all the excitement he could possibly want was sitting at the table, listening to Linfan and Morgan chatter excitedly about all their adventures and experiences while you were gone, catching you up on anything you missed.

Say’ri watched over them as any doting, adoring mother would. Yousecretly noted the meat that she added to your bowl, before she slipped her hand in yours beneath the table.

This was truly heaven.

Spending a year in eternity with Naga was well and good, but…the warmth of your family, the love of your wife and children…there was nothing in the world you could possibly cherish more.

#robin #say'ri #sayri #morgan #linfan #marc #fe awakening #fea #fe: awakening #fire emblem awakening #fe 13 #m!robin #m!mu #male! robin #family fluff #family prompt #reunion prompt #commission #story commission #it was a sweet one to write no doubt #i'm exhausted from irl everything but man am i glad this one is done haha #i hope u enjoy it as much as i do ; v ;

[elluia]

Little gems of the French localisation of Fire Emblem

Hi! I wanted to share a few nice details of the French localisation of the Fire Emblem games with you all 😊

First, I’ll cover the tome names (using Radiant Dawn’s ranks, as it goes all the way to SS), name changes in Tellius, then the Houses names in Three Houses, and finally a baffling line censored (?) in Radiant Dawn that puzzles me to this day.

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✨Let’s start with magic tomes. They all have a unique name, and do not follow the El-Arc-Rex English naming convention. The final rank, SS, is called S+ in French. And probably in all of Europe, for obvious historical reasons. I sure hope so.

Descriptions will go like this:

RANK: French name (translation, lit. translation = English name)

🍃 WIND MAGIC (Magie du Vent)

E: Vent (=Wind, same) C: Tempête (Storm = Elwind), A: Ouragan (Hurricane = Arcwind) S: Tornade (=Tornado, same) SS: Fimbulvetr (= Rexcalibur) Siege: Blizzard (same)

Note that the wind rises with each rank…

The SS wind tome uses ice animations, Fimbulvetr makes perfect sense as a name!

Fimbulvetr is generally the high to highest tier of wind magic in the French localisation: A in the GBA games, S in PoR, SS in RD, A in Awakening, B in Three Houses, Emblem Soren’s spell… and just C in Fates.

🔥 FIRE MAGIC (Magie du Feu)

E: Feu (= Fire, same) C: Inferno (self-explanatory = Elfire) A: Embrasement (blaze, burning, or blazing up = Arcfire) S: Bolganone (same) SS: Brasier (lit. raging fire, inferno = Rexflame) Siege: Météorite (=Meteor, same) Cymbeline is unchanged.

💡 Fun fact: The Hunger Games’ second novel, “Catching Fire”, is called “L’Embrasement” in French.

⚡ LIGHTNING MAGIC (Magie de la Foudre)

E: Foudre (Lightning = Thunder) C: Éclairs (Lightning bolts = Elthunder) A: Feu du Ciel (Heaven’s Might, lit. Heaven’s Fire = Arcthunder) S: Thoron (same) SS: Mjölnir (= Rexbolt) Siege: Fulguration (Fulguration, lit. a flash lightning = Bolting)

Lightning magic is the most interesting.

Two synonyms are used for ranks E and C. “Thunder” is “Tonnerre” in French, which refers to sound only. The translators chose the visual representation instead.

🔮 For the SS rank, they went back and used the name of the Jugdral Holy Weapon! Again, Fates makes Mjölnir a C rank tome…

🌞 LIGHT MAGIC (Magie du Jour, lit. Day Magic)

E: Lumière (=Light, same) C: Éclat (Spark, Brilliance = Ellight) A: Flash (self-explanatory = Shine) S: Aura toxique (Toxic aura = Valaura) SS: Aura (Aura = Rexaura) Siege: Châtiment (Punishment = Purge) Creiddylad, Thani, and Nosferatu are unchanged.

In my opinion, Valaura’s name change is very weird and makes the two late-game tomes sound too similar.

💖 The siege tome is used in the phrase “châtiment divin” (divine punishment), it’s absolutely fitting to smite your enemies!

🌚 DARK MAGIC (Magie de la Nuit, lit. Night Magic)

C: Larve (= Worm, same) B: Carreau (same) S: Verrine (same) SS: Balberith (same) Siege: Fenrir (same)

Nothing changed! C rank is a literal translation.

I love the increasing intensity with each new rank! It gives Fire Emblem magic some… personality 💪

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Now for name changes in Radiant Dawn!

While it’s rather well-known that Mist is called Alja in German, there are two names localised differently in French!

First is Ena, called Ina instead. Could work as a diminutive, but quite unnecessary in my opinion.

Then, there is Gatrie, who becomes Gatorie. I think they tried to avoid “Gatrie”, a homonym of “gâterie”, which can mean "treat" or can be a slang for… a blowjob. For a character who likes women so much, that’s quite unfortunate (and hilarious!). Even funnier, Gatorie almost sounds like “rice cake”… (or is it just me?)

Finally, there is Ike’s own epithet of “Radiant Hero” or “Hero of the Blue Flames”. In newer games, it’s always translated as “Héros de l’Aube”, meaning Hero of Dawn. It pairs well with Micaiah (“la Fille/Prêtresse de l’Aube” = the Maiden/Priestess of Dawn). Only his ending card calls him “Héros de la flamme”, or Hero of the flame.

In Engage and Heroes, Tellius is still called “Monde de Radiance” (World of Radiance), instead of using Dawn, the common name for its two heroes.

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🔎 Another neat change we have is the Houses names in Three Houses, in fact.

Colours sound silly for a class name in French (it’s mostly fine for naming kindergarten classes), so the localisation team switched to precious metals and gemstones. You can even check in the artbook, they stand out compared to all the other languages!

Black Eagles = Aigles de Jais = Jet Eagles (as in, the jet-black gem)

Blue Lions = Lions de Saphir = Sapphire Lions

Golden Deer = Cerfs d’Or = Golden Deer (same, and the precious theme is kept!)

Ashen Wolves = Loups Cendrés = Ashen Wolves (same, and no gem because the name is justified by Nabatean lore in-game)

It’s neat! And absolutely necessary in French. Great localisation right there.

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🤦‍♀️ Now let me mention a particularly failed translation, twice in a row.

In Part I Chapter 7 of Radiant Dawn, Izuka and Sothe exchange two lines with an aside in parenthesis, showing their inner thoughts. And for some reason, it’s the only big deviation in the whole localisation.

Izuka (EN): But Laguz... They're powerful! (and expendable...) Just what we need. By all means, invite them to join! Izuka (FR) : Car les Laguz sont très puissants (et extrêmement flexibles) ! C’est tout à fait ce dont a besoin notre armée ! Dites-leur de se joindre à nous ! Izuka (literal) : Because Laguz are very powerful (and extremely flexible)! This is exactly what our army needs! Tell them to join us!

(Flexible can be taken as stretchable or adaptable here, but we’re nowhere close the cruel original intent…)

Sothe (EN) : They're good friends. I'm sure they'll agree to help if I ask (you mumbling creep). Sothe (FR) : Ce sont de bons amis. Ils accepteront de nous rejoindre si je leur demande (moi aussi je peux faire des apartés). Sothe (literal) : They’re good friends. They’ll join us if I ask them (I can also do asides).

WTF happened here? We lost two important pieces of information in the asides…

Izuka’s comment sounds almost goofy, not ominous!

Do I have to assume French!Sothe became self-aware for a split second? He’s supposed to question Izuka’s character, not make meta quips.

There are a few possibilities for Izuka:

(The most likely) The translator took “expendable” literally = it’s expansible in French, synonymous with flexible. The second word is shorter and more common.

Is it meant to censor Izuka’s cruelty?

Or is it meant to hide his motives to the player?

A better translation could have been: (et facilement remplaçables) = (and easily replaceable).

But for Sothe...

(The most likely) Did the translator want to censor an insult?

Did they want to make the situation lighter with a meta joke?

Did they think the aside was unnecessary considering Sothe’s obvious suspicion of Izuka?

Did they run out of characters to translate the insult in that text box? (It is full.)

The translation could have been: (ce type est louche) = (that shifty guy). And indeed, finding an appropriate insult for a Teen rating was hard…

Truly a mystery for the ages.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. 🙇‍♀️

#tellius #fire emblem #fe10 #fe16 #radiant dawn #fe3h #translation #localization #feh #Happy Birthday Radiant Dawn!

[memietroubadour]

My go to for these is top 5 fire emblem tomes/spells so... Yeah. That's what I'm asking.

5: Celica's Gale (Awakening)

4: Excalibur (gen)

3: Arcthunder (Awakening ver.)

2: Mire (Awakening ver.)

1: Book of Naga (FE4, with appearances in Awakening and FEH)

#tumblr asks #memie's asks #ask meme #fire emblem

[lepetitmenteur]

The world need more Robins, you know. #robin #fireemblemrobin #maleversion #whitehair #grima #felldragongrima #magician #tactician #thoron #arcthunder #fireemblem #fe #feheroes #tomes #offensefocusedmagicclasses #mages #cosplay #nintendo #videogames https://www.instagram.com/p/BwQgm7plxh9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bty6d5hv3vrv

#robin #fireemblemrobin #maleversion #whitehair #grima #felldragongrima #magician #tactician #thoron #arcthunder #fireemblem #fe #feheroes #tomes #offensefocusedmagicclasses #mages #cosplay #nintendo #videogames

[tiffycat]

“Please, Yuuki Mishima, allow me to paint you!”

Based partially off of Arcthunders’ fic how to find your perfect muse, which is incredible and I recommend yall read

#yusuke kitagawa #yuuki mishima #akira kurusu #persona #p5 #yuyuu #yushima

[tomeofdespair]

his fingers are pressed against the page of his arcthunder tome as he attempts to focus on the words, blurred from vertigo. the doom-and-gloom message on the device in his room didn’t mention anything about wanting to be sick every time he tried to cast a spell. he’d already tried with thoron to much the same result: nausea, accompanied by a migraine like he’d never felt before. surely something weaker like arcthunder would be okay to cast, right?

morgan shudders as he begins to read the incantation aloud, a tiny spark appearing in his other hand, but it quickly fizzles out and his vision fades for a moment. when he can see clearly again, he’s laying on his back, the tome next to him in the grass. he makes to sit up but is hit with another wave of nausea, so he lays back down and throws an arm over his eyes, groaning. 

❝ euuuugh. ❞

after a moment, he hears the sound of approaching footsteps. maybe whoever is walking by will take pity on him and leave him be... gods, his head hurts!

@fumetsuno​ - starter call

#what's the plan? ⟨ ic. ⟩ #fumetsuno #fumetsuno ⟨ 001 ⟩ #there are better places to take a name than on the ground you know: the sequel

[sylvanfreckles]

Run, Don’t Look Back (FebuWhump 15)

Whew, over halfway there!

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening Summary: Chrom and Robin are separated from the others during a Risen attack.

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“Run! Go!” Chrom shoved at Robin's shoulder to push the tactician ahead of him, spinning around at the last moment to block the blade that descended at his back.

A flare of flame from behind him stopped the Risen in its tracks, and Chrom took the chance to spear the monster through the chest and rip his falchion out through its side. “Keep moving,” he panted, shoving at Robin again.

They'd been separated from the rest of their forces when the Shepherds had been ambushed. It was all Chrom's fault—he'd wanted to take his friend aside to ask advice for a personal question, and instead of waiting until they'd safely made camp he'd pulled Robin to the rear and let them fall too far behing the rest of the party.

“Chrom!” Robin threw himself back, colliding with the prince, knocking him out of the way as a spear plunged through the air. “They're circling around us.”

Chrom shifted his grip on his falchion. “Any ideas?”

Robin's dark eyes darted around wildly. “There,” he nodded toward his left, “there's a break in their ranks, we might be able to get through.”

Following Robin's gesture, Chrom shook his head. “That would take us further from the others.”

“I know,” Robin broke off as a Risen broke free of the undergrowth and charged. He had his own sword in one hand and ducked under the monster's swing, the blow glancing off his sword, and came up behind it to fire a blast of Elfire into its back.

Chrom leaped and turned a quick somersault in the air, landing both feet on the Risen's shoulders and burying his sword down through the back of its neck. “We can't hold them here.”

“We'll circle around,” Robin explained. He'd put both sword and spell tome away to retrieve another—an Arcthunder tome—which he leveled at another Risen and sent it crumbling with a blast of magic.

“How many of those are you carrying?” Chrom wondered as he stepped in front of Robin to swipe another spear out of the air.

“I like books,” Robin shrugged. He'd ducked under Chrom's arm to send a streak of lightning at the nearest Risen. “Let's go!”

He didn't need a second warning. Chrom shoved Robin in front of him again, bearing for the slight break in the Risen surrounding them. “They'll catch up pretty quickly if we try to head up the slope,” he panted as the ground beneath their feet slanted upward. “I don't think we can outrun them.”

“Just to the ridge,” the tactician glanced over his shoulder at Chrom. “We can leap over it and slide down the embankment to the dry stream bed, then follow that back around to the rest of the group. The Risen won't be able to cut us off further along.”

There wasn't time to doubt his friend's plan—and Chrom wouldn't have anyway—so the prince doggedly followed his tactician up the slope and paused just long enough to put his shoulder to a  boulder and heave with all of his might. Robin noticed, luckily, and added his strength and they sent the rock crashing down onto their pursuers.

“Now?” Chrom gasped. He'd taken a hit to one leg at some point, and a stitch was growing in his side.

“Now!” Robin seized him by the wrist and leaped over the slight ridge at the side of the path. It wasn't as hard a fall as Chrom had thought, thanks to the low slope of scree from a past rockfall. He was glad Robin had grabbed onto him before they jumped, as the rough slide down the rocky incline would have torn them away from each other otherwise.

“Robin!”

“I see it.”

A large stump protruded from the scree, its jagged edges dark against the browns and grays of the stone. Chrom grit his teeth and threw himself to the side, away from his friend, then used that momentum to roll back into Robin and knock them both out of the path of the stump. He let the momentum carry for a moment, tucking Robin up against him and letting his own armor bear most of the brunt of the slide.

And then, the ground was leveling out beneath them, and they were dumped unceremoniously into the soft mud at the edge of a shallow stream. Chrom let out a groan and pushed himself up, squinting down at the little trickle of water at the base of a much wider basin. “I thought you said this was a dry stream bed?”

“Map...old map,” Robin gasped. He hadn't gotten up, and lay curled in the mud with an arm wrapped around his middle.

“Robin?” mud forgotten, Chrom was on his knee beside his friend in an instant. “Are you wounded?”

Robin shakily pulled his hand away to reveal a long, bloody tear in his tunic. “Must've...caught on something. You?”

“A few scratches.” Chrom rocked back on his heels. Up the hill he could see the Risen beginning to climb the ridge they'd jumped over, the monsters' bulk making hampering their movements. Chrom leaned down to tug one of Robin's arms over his shoulders and pull his friend to his feet.

“Leave me,” Robin complained. “You have to...have to get back.”

“No way,” Chrom replied. “I'm not leaving you here to die. You said follow the stream?”

Robin nodded. He'd slipped the Arcthunder tome back into his belt and had his free hand wrapped around his stomach. “They can't...can't attack from the sides. But from behind...”

“Got it.” Chrom hauled them forward, fighting for traction in the mud. The Risen might be faster, but at least they couldn't be flanked. They just had to run and deal with enemy when they caught up. As long as they kept running.

“Now,” Robin gasped, dropping out of Chrom's grasp and pulling his Arcthunder free. Chrom spun to deflect a blow from a Risen that lunged at them from the higher bank. Robin fired a thunderbolt into the next, the magic passing so close to Chrom's body that it raised the hairs on his arms.

“Go!” Chrom hauled Robin to his feet and force his friend ahead of him as they struggled along the stream bed. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and managed to shove Robin down and throw himself back at the same time. The axe that would have parted his arm from his shoulder, or worse, caught in his cape instead and pulled him off balance.

“Elwind!”

Whirring blades of air caught the Risen under its chest plate, lifting it up and away from Chrom.

“You brought three?” he gasped, struggling to his feet, shoving his hands under Robin's arms to pull him up.

“I really like books,” Robin panted. “Look out!”

Chrom glanced over his shoulder to see the Risen behind him rising up, axe in its upraised hands. He threw himself on top of Robin, covering the tactician's body as much as possible.

The blow never landed. Chrom risked a glance up and saw Lon'qu, both feet braced in an unfamiliar stance, the Risen speared on the long blade of his sword.

“You all right?” the swordsman asked.

“There's more,” Chrom gestured to the monsters that had followed them to the stream bed. Overheard, a pegasus gave a battlecry as Cordelia and Sumia dove on the enemy still on the mountainside. Arrows flew from one side, a twist of dark magic from the other as the Shepherds emerged from the surrounding trees to charge the Risen.

“Chrom! Robin! Oh no...Chrom!” Lissa skidded to her knees beside him, mud already staining her yellow skirt. “And Robin...are you...”

“I'm fine,” Chrom assured her with a hand on her arm. “Just a few bruises. Robin needs your care the most.”

“Right! The blood...got it!” his sister, staff in hand, began to focus her healing magic on the wound in Robin's side. “This'll just take a second, Robin.”

“Milord?” Somehow, Frederick had gotten his mare through the tangled brush of the forest in time to catch up with the rest of the Shepherds.

“I'm all right,” Chrom said, accepting Frederick's hand to pull him to his feet. “And you?”

“Minimal injuries. Luckily Sumia spotted you during her aerial reconnaissance, or we might not have arrived in time.”

Chrom nodded solemnly in agreement. His eyes flew to Sumia's trim figure as the pegasus knight spun in the air, spear upraised, deftly dodging a clumsy blow from one of the monsters she was battling.

“Milord?”

With a start, Chrom realized he'd been staring. “Yes, of course. As soon a the Risen are taken care of, we should find a safe place to camp. I think we could all use a good rest after this.”

He turned his back on Frederick, turning instead to Robin who was desperately trying to fend Lissa off as she attempted to “test” that his injuries were healed by finding the ticklish spot under his ribs. “If you figure out how many tomes he's actually carrying, let me know,” he called to his sister. “I've got a bet on eight, but Gaius said it could be as many as fifteen.”

Lissa's giggles bubbled up as the sounds of battle died out around them, nearly drowning out Robin's last mournful protest.

“I just really like books!”

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Based off of Smash Bros where Robin carries at least seven tomes (Fire, Elwind, Nosferatu, Thunder, Elthunder, Arcthunder, and Thoron--plus a Levin Sword!). Maybe he has special book pockets inside his cloak? Maybe they double as armor!

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday15 #run don't look back #fire emblem awakening #fic #fanfic #chrom #robin #friendship #hurt/comfort #action scene! #robin just really likes books okay #little bit of lon'qu and lissa and frederick at the end #chrom pines for sumia

[iturbide]

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“Stay behind me,” she murmured, keeping her lance trained on the general heaving himself to his feet.  Chrom didn’t argue, though she heard Falchion scrape against the knotted roots beneath their feet when he raised it again, prepared to back her in spite of his wounds. 

“Come to save your captain, eh?” the man sneered, lurching forward.  “And what, pray tell, do you expect to accomplish with that little spear of yours?  You cannot hope to break my armor with such a puny weapon!”

“Who said that was all I had?” she asked, her off hand drifting down to the tome case at her side. 

He saw it just a second too late: even as he lunged for her, a blast of Elwind sent him staggering back to splash through the pool where the roots sank below the level of the rushing river -- and she saw him jerk and spasm as the Arcthunder hit him in the back, its force amplified by the water at his feet. 

He said nothing more.  He fell, smoking in his rust-red armor, and Robin paid him only enough mind to step over him as he hurried to Chrom’s side.  “How bad is it?”

“Don’t know,” the prince grunted, fumbling to sheathe his sword until Sumia took it from his hands and tucked it away.  “Just hurts.  ...did you two plan that?”

“‘Plan’ seems a strong word,” the tactician replied, pulling one of Chrom’s arms over his shoulder while Sumia slipped under the other.  “But we were certainly of a similar mind when it came to how best to handle him.”

“I knew that Dark Flier promotion was a good idea,” the prince chuckled. 

“And you were exactly right,” Sumia agreed.  The three of them together made their way carefully through the twisting roots to the place where her pegasus still waited, drumming her hooves nervously on the ground even when her rider tried to calm her.

“We’ll need to take two trips,” Robin pointed out, steadying Chrom while Sumia mounted up.  “Take him first: the sooner he gets to a cleric, the better.”

“What about you?” she protested. 

“I can stay here.  As best I can tell, there are no more enemies to worry about, so I should be fine until you get back.”

“Why does it always seem like I’m leaving you behind?” she huffed, settling one hand over Chrom’s as he wrapped his shaking arms around her. 

“Well, then, the next time I happen to be the one injured and in need of evacuation, you can take me first.  How does that sound?”

#fire emblem: awakening #fanfiction #chrom #robin #sumia #future built upon the past #myr #snippets #sumia thinks this is an absolutely terrible suggestion #she does not want him to be injured and in need of evacuation #she just hates leaving him behind even for a little while

[oops-i-wrote-it]

Eagles and Robins ch8 Risen and Ashes

“We should consider heading further in.” Byleth spoke so softly, Robin barely heard him. He seemed so calm and content, as though a battle was where he was meant to be, and always intended to be. Then again, the man had been raised among mercenaries, Robin supposed he and Bel knew the field of battle far better than anyone else here, save Gilbert perhaps. A bandit hit the floor, and Byleth hummed softly. “I am concerned for Sylvain, as is Bel.”

“Me too.” Robin nodded. “It’s hard to focus-” Robin’s sword slashed downwards into a bandit’s shoulder “-when you’re so concerned with students as well.” He huffed, the sole of his boot meeting the bandit’s stomach swiftly, forcing him back. “Not that I doubt her, she’s something else with that sword in her arsenal.” Byleth hummed in agreement, his eyes swept the room. The lines were thinning. “Next floor?” Robin offered, and Byleth nodded. The two classes charged up the stairs, with the last few bandits that were determined to fight getting picked off by the fighters in the rear.

“There, reinforcements.” Byleth pointed ahead, Gilbert was grappling with bandits either side of him. Bernadetta took aim, and shot one down before Robin could even open his mouth. He nodded to her, pride booming in his chest, though now wasn’t quite the time. Ignatz followed her lead, while Claude’s arrows soared one after another so rapidly, Robin chanced a glance over his shoulder to see if it was really one person firing them all.

Robin saw the glint of an arrow overhead, a different trajectory to the others. It cascaded downwards, aiming directly for Marianne just ahead, who was firing spells at the reinforcements. Robin’s eyes widened, he reached out and readied a spell, would it be enough? Would he make it in time? Was Linhardt going to be able to heal where it was about to hit her?

Byleth shoved her out of the way. Robin blinked. He was so sure he was at his side just a moment ago… but now was not the time. Lightning still crackling at his palms, he threw an Arcthunder over the wall, not wishing to risk further injuries with a smaller spell. Judging from the scream, and the sound of a body hitting the floor, it had landed.

“Let’s go.” He nodded, and the classes kept charging around the corner, the sounds of the Blue Lions’ fighting drew nearer, and Dorothea struck down an armoured knight before his raised axe could strike at Ingrid’s back. The two shared a smile, for the smallest of moments, until the classes met. Bel, Sylvain, Dimitri and Dedue were all at the frontlines. Robin couldn’t see them from his position, but he knew there would be a hell of a lot more chaos if they weren’t safe. A man with fiercely red hair, the same as Sylvain’s, was stuck backwards. The thunder outside crashed, drowning out his words, but as Robin pushed closer, he saw Bel tense.

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#fire emblem #fanfiction #fire emblem fanfiction #eagles and robins #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem awakening

[fseffect]

Many people notice tiny falchion on my Resident Evil x Fire Emblem drawing but only one or two seems to spot handgun Arcthunder

[sakuradreamerz]

Depart (Private RP)

@melancholyjudgement No, no...where did I put it!? Claire was in distress, scouring through the Astral Planes camp to find what she lost; she had never lost anything since she had joined Corrin's army...that is, until now. She had checked the accessory shop, the weapons and both staff shops, she even checked the blacksmith's workshop (as she was working in there earlier that day). But to her disdain her missing item was in none of those places. Th-the tome...I-I need...to get it back!! ----- Unknown to her however, the time she was looking for was still in camp. Within the Mess Hall, under the seat in the far back of the building was the book the messenger was looking for. An Arcthunder tome, yet this particular time looked work. What stood out about it though...was that it had a a few dried drops of blood in some of the pages. What would happen if someone else had found it?

#Esther/Claire #Subaki #this Arcthunder tome is the time that had killed Claire's mother #you could say she really has a strangely hard time in letting go of it #OC #canon #RP #Nohr #Hoshido #fire emblem fates #verse: revelations #melancholyjudgement

[fe-fictions]

M! Robin x Tharja Commission (aka Tharja goes apeshit when her Robin is kidnapped...!!!)

You didn’t know what went wrong. You didn’t know how it got to this point. The Valmese were being routed. The brutality of the fight was coming to an end.

What you weren’t expecting was the explosion set off. That’s when everything started to fall apart.

“Robin!!” Chrom shouted for you, Falchion pointed behind him, “They’re flanking the backline!!”

You froze, fighting the panic that just leapt into your throat. Tharja was commanding the mage’s battalion. She was a prime target.

“Hold the frontlines!!” Your voice was a deep bellow, unfamiliar to the Exalt’s ears. You hailed for Cherche, Minerva swooping down  and welcoming you onto her back.

“Where are we needed?”

“They’re targeting the mages in our backline!”

The beast swerved southward, pouring on speed. You readied an Arcthunder to strike down those who put a target on your wife.

It didn’t take long to deduce that Tharja was nowhere to be found. Jaw clenched tightly, you pursued a more violent attack, dispersing the enemy soldiers like frightened guinea pigs.  

“Ricken!!” You spotted the young mage immediately, who looked breathless and shaken. 

“Robin, I- it’s Tharja!” Dread filled your heart when you saw the fear in his eyes. 

“Where is she?”

“They took her- when they ambushed us, t-they grabbed her while she was incapacitated!” Ricken pointed west, deeper into the woods. You broke into a sprint, brandishing the Levin Sword crackling in your hands.

They took her. They wanted a prisoner of war, and they chose the worst possible target. Tharja wouldn’t go down without a rabid fight. There would be no survivors…even if it meant she went down, too. That’s what frightened you; Tharja sacrificing herself to evade capture.

Your swirling anxieties were suddenly silenced when you spotted movement in the trees ahead. A hundred yards away, her black hair shifted in the leaves.

She was being dragged away. Four, no- six Valmese.

You couldn’t tell what classes they were, but at this point, you weren’t particularly worried about that. She wasn’t panicking, but she was fighting against their pull. It wasn’t until one of them struck her back with the hilt of his ax that you snapped.

“STOP!!”

The band froze in their tracks, turning to find you charging towards them full force. Your Levin Sword erupted with static lightning, lashing out and striking the man who dared attack your wife first.

“No, Robin-!” Tharja’s voice was tight, her face suddenly pale when she saw you. The Valmese weren’t concerned by your appearance. 

“Unhand her, now!!” You growled, “I will not ask again.” 

“Well, what do you know? She wasn’t lying.” General Farber emerged from the mass of soldiers. What was he doing here? Why wasn’t he on the front-

“Get out of here!!” Tharja snarled at you, panic bright in her eyes. “I’m not the one they-”

The ax struck her back again. 

You roared, red filling your vision. Your blade raced towards the man’s throat, blood on your tongue.

Farber’s sword came to Tharja’s throat, stopping your attack before it could connect. 

“Not so fast-” He sneered down his nose at you, “You are in no position to be so rash. One wrong move and she dies, Tactician.”

“What do you want?” Your hands shook with rage, your anger the only thing suppressing the panic running cold in your veins.

Farber shifted his sword closer, touching her skin. “I want you.”

“What??”

“An equal exchange- you surrender to the Valmese, and we let her go.”

Your gazes locked, silently trying to communicate with one another on what the hells you were supposed to do. Tharja wouldn’t let you make the exchange- you were far more valuable to her than anything else; someone she would gladly give her life up for.

That, and you were the Chief Tactician; she was just a mage. A soldier. She wasn’t someone worth trading for.

“Swear…on your honor…that you’ll let her free, without harm.”

“No!!”

She was more than that to you. The one person you would sacrifice your life for without hesitation. And Farber knew that. 

“I swear on the name of our great Emperor Walhart. She will be unharmed.”

You nodded, heart in your throat as you dropped the sword to the ground. 

“...All right. I surrender.”

“A wise choice.” He motioned the soldiers forward, who twisted your arms behind your back, forcing you to your knees. You groaned in pain, feeling them rip away your weapons. Tharja struggled against their hold, snarling curses at them for daring to even touch you.

“Let the wench go, soldier; if she tries to give chase, cut her down.”

“No-” The panic rose, eyes wide at his words, “No, you swore you wouldn’t- hrrkh!!” 

“Robin!!” Your name ripped from her tongue in a horrified shriek, watching the bolts of Arcthunder rip through her husband. 

Copper filled your mouth, burning flesh assaulted your nose as your vision faded in and out. The last thing that crossed your sight was Tharja, screaming at you, before your head struck the ground.

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Tharja was found shortly after your disappearance; but she had been knocked unconscious before she could even think to retaliate. The man was wise enough to not simply release her.

When she came to, there were three healers and an Exalt standing over her, panicked she was harmed beyond repair.

Libra was blasted from her vision with a screeching Elwind. Her dazed fury had her disoriented, and she was taking it out on the Shepherds. It took Chrom and Vaike restraining her so that the healers could get close enough to inspect her wounds. After several minutes, they were able to bring her down enough to be coherent.

“Farber-” She hissed, his name bitter on her tongue, “Farber flanked us from behind. He singled out the mage battalion and took me away in that explosion. I hadn’t even realized what was happening until it was too late!”

The anger radiating off of her was overwhelming. Chrom’s hands were balled into fists at his sides, not sure what to think.

“Why would their general lead that surprise attack? He should’ve been on the front lines- I didn’t even see him make the shift!”

“It doesn’t matter how he did it, what matters is that he used me to take Robin!”

She barked at him, fury and fear lacing her every word. “And that fool would throw himself in front of Naga to protect me. He doesn’t think when it comes to us. It’s pathetic- it’s sickening!!”

“Tharja, it’s going to be all right. We’ll regroup at camp and can put together a plan to bring him home. I’m sure you have some sort of method to track his whereabouts, yes?”

“Yes…yes, of course.” She nodded, closing her hand over the wedding ring worn around her neck. “I placed a hex on his ring so that I might know where he is and what he’s doing at any given moment.”

“Right. That’s not concerning at all.”

“Why would it be? He has the same hex on my ring.” She grinned, “It’s why we have absolute trust in one another.”

“...So…is it able to track exact coordinates?”

“It won’t be exact, but I can get us as close as possible to locking in on his location.” She replied, letting Lissa help her stand and hold her up.

The Shepherds returned to camp, quick to get her treated so she could get to work. Waiting with baited breath, Tharja went into the mage’s tent, preparing her incantations.

Miriel and Ricken flanked Tharja as she worked, drawing all of her strength up in hopes of grabbing onto Robin’s location.

It was her one complaint with the spell; the farther her husband was, the longer it took to pinpoint his whereabouts. The battle ended just before sunset. It was the gray of morning when her spell had results. Tharja burst into the council tent at dawn, startling those inside.

“I found him.” She panted, clutching her wedding band with bleeding fingers. “We can save him.”

“Ready the army,” Chrom ordered, “Let’s not waste another second!”

Tharja was right at the front of the helm, a completely abnormal position for her to take. She did better skulking in the shadows, hanging in the backlines where she wouldn’t be so easily detected.

Her husband was ripped away, and she found out where he was being held. She would rescue him...and the last thing those bastards would feel? The pure fear that she put in them.

“I won’t lie…I’m really glad she’s on our side.” Stahl mumbled to Sully as the troupe rode out into the field, racing towards the fortress you were being held in. 

Sully scoffed, “No kiddin’. Imagine if we’d kidnapped Robin and not Valm- I’ll be you she’d have the whole army razed in a  second. They onlyRemind me never to get on her bad side.”

Tharja could sense the discomfort and unease around her, but she needed to focus solely on rescuing her husband. A man who, within the next three to four hours, would without a doubt be back in her arms. She would bring you home.

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Waking up in a strange, dark cell was already unpleasant and disorienting. Waking up covered in burn marks and tattered robes turned the confusion into panic. Then you remembered what had happened before; when the Valmese captured you.

“About time you woke up.” Farber’s voice broke through the fog in your mind, standing in front of your cell with a far too pleased expression on his face. “Worried we might’ve gotten a little too excited with that spell.”

“You…w-why…” Your voice was stuck in your throat, hoarse and gravelly considering its last usage was a mangled cry of pain.

The general shrugged, “You can’t blame us. Your backline was sorely undermanned, and once the assassins cleared a path, netting your wife was easy. Her stamina is quite poor, you know. It’s surprising you let her fight independently, at all.”

You didn’t grace his obvious dig with an answer, but the blood boiling in your veins suggested otherwise. Of course they had to use some cowardly trick to get what they wanted.

“Once we dispatched her battalion and singled her out, it was more than easy to disarm her and beat her into submission. And once we told her she was bait to lure you out, well…her feeble attempts to fight back were simply adorable. That woman really loves you, to the point it’s nearly pathetic.”

“Leave her out of this. You got me.”

“With her help, of course. And since she’ll undoubtedly throw herself at us to try and rescue you, I’m sure you’ll be looking forward to the moment where we subdue her once more, and kill her right in front of you.”

“...!”

“Of course, not before we give her a reason to yearn for death.”

You didn’t realize you attempted to lunge at him before the chains yanked you back, metal digging into your wrists. Observing guards laughed as Farber mocked you, gleeful at the sight of Ylisse’s fallen tactician.

“Look at you! To think Lord Walhart wanted you defeated so urgently! What a pathetic little help you are. But enjoy these last moments, boy- there aren’t many left.”

Farber turned on his heel to take his leave, whispering something to the guards stationed at your cell.

The rage that roiled inside your chest wasn’t able to be sated…not only because you were pinned in place, but because you were so tired.

You could barely string two thoughts together, let alon keep your eyes open. The air was cold…growing colder. It pierced through your bones, turning your veins to ice. That wasn’t a normal reaction to cold.

Time was running out.

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Tharja had a feeling that you were more than in trouble the closer they came to the battle point. But that ominous foreboding in her chest deepened when Cordelia shouted overhead that they had a visual on the fort.

Something was very, very wrong.

“Maribelle-” Tharja hissed the noble’s name, her glare as sharp as it was scared. “You need to stay with me.”

“I’m afraid Lord Chrom’s strategy requires I remain in the-”

“You need to stay with me.” She repeated, more urgently. “Robin will need help, immediately. I know it.”

Maribelle eyed her warily, “Well, of course he will, dear. He’s been injured and kidnapped.”

“That’s not it,” Tharja shook her head, fingers digging into her chest. “It’s worse than that. He’s fading.”

The fear was overtaking other emotions in her expression. Maribelle could see it clear as day; their unreadable mage was shaken.

“Oh…very well.” She helped Tharja onto her mare’s back. “Hold tight, and do not speak unless you give explicit directions to Robin’s whereabouts. We must remain alert.”

That’s when the battle began.

The archers drew first blood, Virion launching a volley of arrows into the fort’s guards at the front gates. Valm tried and failed to bar the gates, but by that point, the Shepherds were throwing barbarians into the heavy wood and breaking it down with axes and flaming spells.

At that moment, Chrom commanded them to break apart into their planned formations, to secure the fortress and find their tactician.

“In fifty paces, bare right,” Tharja commanded, following the spell and the ache in her heart. You were close. So, so close.

The pair separated from the rest, the sound of clashing weapons fading as they approached a metal grate. Tharja dropped from the horse’s back, grasping Maribelle’s arm and forcing the healer to come with her. 

“We cannot bring the beast. We will proceed on foot.” 

“Tharja, this is not safe. It’s just the two of us, and-”

“There is no time to bring others!” She snapped, melting the grate beneath Bolganone-tipped fingers. A prison’s entrance was embedded in the ground; a long ladder descending into a narrow tunnel, dark and foreboding.

That’s where they kept her husband. The fury was finally starting to overwhelm her anxiety, again. She descended swiftly, dropping to the ground with a heavy thud.

The bars were rusted over, and several of the cells were empty. Silently they moved, finding a pair of guards in front of a cell centered in the room. She had Nosferatu gathered in her hands before they even realized she was charging them.

“Do you like darkness…?”

Her words were followed immediately by anguish, the spell eviscerating them in an instant.

“Robin is here.” She darted to the door, flinging the guards away with an agitated blast of Elwind, before working to melt the lock away.

She was correct, after all; her Robin was there in the back of cell, leaned against the wall and slumped to the floor. Tharja slammed the door open, immediately beside her husband. Her hands fell to the chains, heart darkening at the sight of her beloved. 

“What have they done to you?” She whispered, fingers shaking as she fought to free him from the chains. “What have those bastards done to you…?”

Maribelle’s hand fell on Tharja’s shoulder, drawing her Caduceus. “It’s mostly magic damage, but he’s lost a lot of-.”

“He’s breathing.” She hissed, “Hurry and fix him!”

Maribelle directed her to lower you to the floor, cradling your head in her lap. She flung the rusted chains away and had you settled against her swiftly. They cut away your coat and armor, revealing the deep burns and bloodied wounds that had covered your chest and torso. 

She had never felt such anguish before. Her hands wove into your hair, shifting anxiously to your face and neck, searching for a steady pulse, for some semblance of warmth.

“Maribelle, is he…?”

“He’s here. Barely.” She spoke through gritted teeth, “I will need help. Can you send for-”

She spoke a feverish spell, a flitting messenger charm whisked into the air and rocketed from the prison in search of help.

Tharja tore fabric from the discarded coat, pressing them to the deepest cuts. The quivering in her hands made it hard to hold the fabric in place, and harder still to keep her focus.

“Robin…” She called to you, a crack in her voice. “Wake up. Don’t you dare leave me like this. …Please.” She begged, feeling her heart crumble. Maribelle was still working. It wasn’t done yet.

There was still a chance he-

“Hagh!”

Tharja jumped, startled by her husband suddenly coughing up blood and spattering her chest. Maribelle’s staff raised, wiping at her brow with a heavy breath.

“He’s coming to.”

“He’s-” Tharja leaned down, her nose nearly touching yours, watching with wide eyes when you spluttered for breath. “Robin? Robin…Robin, I’m here.”

You did not reply, breaths stuttering and shallow. She grasped your face in her hands, overwhelmed. She didn’t care that tears fell, leaving streaks on your face.

“Robin…answer me, fool.” She growled. As though she commanded it, your eyes cracked open. Your vision was blurry, but you recognized that dark glare anywhere.

“...Tharja…?” 

The rasp was what forced a sob from her lips. Tharja wrapped her arms around your chest, doubling over and holding you as best she possibly could.

She made it in time.

Maribelle stepped back, if only long enough to give the two of you some time alone, and to usher in the rest of the clerics who had received her frantic request for help.

The Shepherds’ battle still rumbled over their heads, but the fort would be routed within the day. 

Tharja remained at your side, finding your hand and squeezing it tightly when you started to come around and waited to be healed enough to walk.

Which, of course, when you were reunited with the entirety of the Shepherds, meant you’d receive a severe dressing down from a worried Exalt, all of your friends, and naturally, your wife that was furious beyond reason that you would dare sacrifice yourself to protect her.

But, you would explain with a fond smile and a gentle kiss, she was the only one that mattered to you, above all else.

And you would gladly lay down your life a thousand times if it meant she did not see any further harm.

Tharja would confine you to your shared tent for at least a week following the ordeal, out of an abundance of caution for your recovery, and also because…well, hearing such a declaration meant she needed to keep you all to herself for a while yet. 

And you certainly wouldn’t complain about having so much sweet time with your dearest one.

#tharja #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #tharja x robin #m!robin #m!mu #male! robin #i haven't written a male robin story in YEARS #commission #fe-fictions #fe fictions #angst #hurt and comfort #kidnapping prompt #kidnapping angst #commissions are still open! #but i wanted to get this one done asap #thank you for letting me write this!! U V U

[pangtasias-atelier]

Who do you main in Smash? Does an FE character happen to one of them?

I actually main Zelda in smash!! Have been doing so since melee and will probably continue to do so no matter how many games in the series get added. Super happy about her phantom being actually good now and din's fire not causing free fall.

I do also main Robin but I'm not as great with him as Zelda. Still salty that they massively nerfed his arcthunder so you can't combo from it but at least his arcfire is better

I main them two, but I also occasionally Palutena and to a lesser degree, Ike.

It's just been so long since I've played. If I play a game, it's usually Touhou since it's so easy to play for like 15minutes then stop lol

#asks

[bladealvis]

[Smash Bros Robin voice] THUNDER, ELTHUNDER, ARCTHUNDER, AND THORON. ARCFIRE, ELWIND, NOSFERATU

[Lucina voice]

wow. you have so many tomes

#fe

[ridley-and-the-ridleys]

Zinnia: Super smash bros Moveset Concept

Zinnia is one of my favourite characters in videogames, and it sucks that the only Pokémon rep that isn't a Pokémon is the default Pokémon trainer. Now, I am not suggesting that Zinnia has a chance of getting in, because believe me she doesn’t have a chance in the slightest. I’m just coming up with a cool moveset that could work if she was a fighter. Now, as she is a ‘Pokémon trainer’ she would have the same gimmick of switching between three Pokémon, but she wouldn’t be an echo as I have come up with unique movesets for each Pokémon. So bear in mind that Down B across all Pokémon would be “Pokémon switch”. (This is also a super long post so I’m making the rest a read more)

Pokémon #1- Altaria

In the place of Squirtle would be Altaria, the cute fluffy dragon type. They would be the lightest of the three, and their jabs, tilts, and smash attacks would use energy, probably fairy type moves, similar to Zelda.

Neutral B: Moonblast

Altarias neutral B would be a simple charging move, and would move relatively slow, maybe about Robin ArcThunder speed. The move would do lots of damage when fully charged, enough to kill at around 70-80%.

Side B: Dazzling Gleam

Side B would be Dazzling Gleam, another fairy type move, and would act like  combination of Rosalinas Side B and Mewtwos Disable. It would have a pretty short range, and at length it would only do a bit of damage and cause the opponent to fall over. At close range, however, it would completely stun the opponent allowing Altaria to land a smash attack or moonblast.

Up B: Cotton Spore

Yep, Altaria has absolutely no dragon-type moves in its moveset. Altarias up B would be cotton spore, and when used, it would create a burst of cotton which sends Altaria flying upwards. It would have similar range to Bowser Jr.s up B, giving Altaria excellent recovery when combined with multiple jumps and high air speed. If an opponent is hit with the cotton burst, they would be slowed down slightly for about 7 seconds.

Pokémon #2- Goodra

(Its terrifying how much NSFW goodra art there is, I could only find the sugimori art)

In Ivysaurs place would be Goodra, who would be the heaviest of Zinnias Pokémon. They would be the second slowest fighter in the game when dashing, but would hit hard with brute force dragon and water-type moves as jabs, tilt, and smash attacks.

Neutral B- Draco Meteor

For neutral B Goodra would get the powerful Draco meteor, and this move would deal incredible amounts of damage, triggering the zoom-in effect. It would have fair range, comparable to Charizards flamethrower or Bowsers fire breath. Like Bowsers move, the move would have a cooldown of about 12 seconds so it couldn't be spammed.

Side B- Toxic

(insert Britney spears joke to break ice)

As a side B Goodra would use Toxic, a move that would shoot out as a small bolt, and travel for around half a battlefield stage. When the opponent is hit, they would get a little knockback and start taking damage continuous damage for a few seconds. If the opponent is hit again, the move would do more damage, just like how the damage racks up in Pokémon games.

Up B- Muddy Water

This move would be like a combination of Squirtles waterfall and Greninjas hydro pump, causing Goodra to ascend at a moderate pace, but also being able to move in many directions whilst damaging the opponent. The move wouldn’t travel especially far, making Goodra a hazardous character to use offstage.

Pokémon #3- Salamence

Of course Zinnias ace would have to be her final Pokémon, in the place of Charizard. Salamence would be much heavier than Altaria, but be a bit lighter than Goodra. Salamence would unleash moves like crunch and dragon claw as its jabs, tilt, and smash attacks.

Neutral B- Dragon Pulse

Salamences neutral B would also be a charged move, like Altarias Moonblast, but would travel much faster, maybe Thoron speeds, but do less damage. 

Side B- Dragon Rush

We gotta represent Mega Charizard X in some way, right?

For side B, Salamence would use the powerful Dragon Rush. The move would be a bit similar to Charizards flare blitz, but would have a slight element of control and be able to tilt up or down. The move would be weaker than flare blitz, but wouldn't have any recoil percent.

Up B- Air cutter

For Up B, salamence would slice through the air in a weaving pattern, and create energy blasts that would hit opponents for damage. The move would mostly go straight up, but could be angled to the left or right.

Final Smash: Draconid Summon

For her final smash, Zinnia wouldn't use any of her Pokémon (Not even mega salamence) but would instead adopt a similar stance and facial expression to the picture above before using her Mega anklet and summoning Mega Rayquaza.

When summoned, Mega rayquaza would onslaught the stage with a few draco meteors, before lunging down with dragon ascent and hitting the area where Zinnia was when she used the final smash. This makes it avoidable, but still powerful. Opponents would be able to move during the Draco meteor attack, but would become frozen in place as Rayquaza lunges down. (Also, you might say that Rayquaza couldn’t appear because of its presence in Kalos Pokémon league, but Chrom still appears in Robins final smash making the argument mute)

So yes thank you for coming to my TED talk on how Dragon types are cool and Zinnia is a great character and we could use another Human Pokémon rep in Smash Bros. Hope you endured reading all this.

#super smash bros #moveset concepts #pokemon #pokemon oras #pokemon Zinnia #salamence #goodra #altaria #rayquaza