#precious swiss fairy

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I have such a hard time relating to cishet people like wtf 😭

[leebird-simmer]

Russian Fairy Tales Test Prep: Max Luthi

Max Luthi (1909-1991)

- Swiss literary theorist - specialized in folk fairy tales of Europe, not Russia specifically - published The European Folktale: Form and Nature (1947), first English translation published in 1981 - major three elements he discusses are one-dimensionality, depthlessness, and abstract style

I. One-Dimensionality

- magic is considered mundane; characters are not surprised by the existence of talking animals, enchanted objects, witches, dragons, etc. - distance is created geographically, not magically. if you travel long enough (to the faraway mountains, to the thrice ninth kingdoms, to the heart of THE WOODS), you can reach your destination. - a folk hero has no hesitation about marrying a supernatural/otherworldly bride; he notices nothing strange or disturbing about her. He is neither fearful nor curious about the numinous (that which is spiritual, religious, and/or mysterious).

II. Depthlessness

- characters have no psychological depth. Their personality traits or sentiments are expressed via action. If there is a show of emotion, it’s typically either necessary to the plot or embellishment on the part of the storyteller. - characters are fairly indifferent to the passage of time. They might age three years in the span of a sentence, but it doesn’t actually *change* them. Similarly, there’s no real development or character arc. - characters don’t have willpower; their psychological motivations are expressed through external impulses (ex. a character who needs to stay awake all night will conveniently have thorns to sit in that prick him and keep him awake). - “plot armor” protects the hero not only from death, but from incorrect actions. He will inevitably exhibit right conduct (not necessarily *ethical* or *appropriate* conduct). There are no moral dilemmas; the hero never feels reluctant or conflicted about the actions he must take. - illnesses are non-descript and unspecified; injuries & mutilations are not perceived as horrific or disabling (ex. a hero might cut off his leg to feed an allied beast and this is not considered a hardship). - the hero has no social environment. He is not embedded in a family structure or community; his relatives, friends, and allies appear or disappear as the plot dictates. If/when courtship takes place, there is no romance or affection in it. - Relationships are typically symbolized by gifts, and magical gifts are used strictly “as needed.” Before & after the crisis point, the items are forgotten.

III. Abstract Style

- the stylistic means of achieving depthlessness; only the essential is mentioned. - strict word-for-word repetition - formulaic numbering (usually trebling) is more important than drama. Favored numerals are 1, 2, 3, 7, and 12. - people/objects are described with a substance or a color (ex. “skin as white as snow”). as a rule, nouns receive one adjective. - only a few things & persons are assigned a color. Folktales prefer clear ultrapure colors: gold, silver, red, white, black. Occasionally you will see gray, although it is likely to be associated with steel or iron. Now and then blue is mentioned. Green is rarely used {I have seen it mentioned once so far in my studies}. - many things, both animate & inanimate, are described in mineral or metallic terms. Folktales prefer precious rare metals: gold, silver, copper. - otherworldly beings frequently gift the folk hero with a means of transportation. He is essentially a wanderer and almost always sets out alone. - otherworldly beings frequently live in solid houses, castles, or splendid underground lodgings (like people). - drastic metamorphoses, abrupt & unexplained, illogical - all extremes are welcomed, extreme contrasts in particular - events happen when they are convenient for the story, which has a single sharply-defined plot line. - characters have perfect timing; every time limit tends to be either used up exactly or exceeded by a narrow margin. - minor characters are defined by their functions (ex. “messengers” exist for no other purpose) - objects & situations fit together miraculously: clothing that seems tailor-made, a purse of gold that covers the exact cost of a needed item, arriving in precisely the right place, etc. - hero is assigned very specific tasks with very specific solutions, but somehow he or his advisers always know exactly what needs to be done.

Gerhart Hauptmann: “Whatever one adds to the plot is at the expense of the characters.”

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I Fancy You - It Will Be Even More Dangerous, Baby

Summary: You were like that of a prized doll to Passione, especially to Doppio. With the Boss stealing away what was so important to the men of La Squadra, it was only right that they returned the favor.

And they have no intention of ever giving you back.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/La Squadra di Esecuzione, Reader/Doppio

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A beautiful rose.

Somehow, amidst all the gorgeous attractions and decor themed after fairy tales of old, the dazzling lights of simple yet irresistible carnival games, and the scent of deliciously enticing snacks, that one rose managed to captivate you the most.

This trip to the amusement park.

It wasn't supposed to be this long.

The hour was near dusk.

You couldn't linger around a second longer, else risk being late for your meeting time.

But there, upon a pure marble pedestal at the very end of a gorgeous, medieval-themed garden, was the prettiest rose that you had ever seen.

And you just had to take a closer look.

With the exhilarating thrills of today, you should have exerted more caution--a slack on your part, considering that you never had to think of such things due to your bodyguard.

Maybe you would have noticed the tiny figure in red that was eagerly leaping from bush to bush in order to catch what was too unfold--he did bear a striking resemblance to that rather flirtatious roller coaster attendant.

If only you glanced to the mirror at the lefthand side of the garden space, just quick enough to see the reflection of not yourself, but the eccentric tour guide who lead you around the amusement park's main castle centerpiece.

Amidst the noisiness of the amusement park's atmosphere, if you were more aware, you may have heard the distant fumbled milk jar plummeting to the ground just before the growled hiss of "Mammoni!", the sounds originating from none other than the park's mascot character and one of the themed area's princes.

Surely, the striking features of the two ice cream attendants--one who spoke tense and terse while the other couldn't draw the line between professionalism and the bedroom-- you bought a sundae from earlier would have caught your attention once more, but on you walked, not realizing that they were hiding behind one of the garden's statues.

Soon, you were right standing right before the rose.

The splendor of the flower's lush red petals incited the base need to reach for its green stem.

A closer look would be needed.

However, the moment your fingers curled around the stem, your body jolted as a prickling pain shot through your hand. Immediately, you retracted back with a wince.

How could you not have seen the thorns?

You quickly inspected your hand, your wrist cradled in a comforting hold by the other. Beads of blood began to emerge from your fingertips, some in a perfect bead, others already beginning to stream downwards.

However, for as much surprise as you were in, nothing could have prepared you for what transpired next.

A searing burst of excruciating agony left you wailing as pain ruptured from your hand. The blood trickling from your fingers turned into a sickening rush.

Before you realized it, your wrists were suddenly bound in a pair of iron handcuffs.

Right as the grand shadow of a large, looming presence made itself known from behind.

A damp, heavy cloth was suddenly clamped over your nose and mouth while a thick, beefy arm ensnared around your waist.

There was no room to struggle, to cry out.

Let alone think.

But as your consciousness began to fade, your mind latched onto one word, a private but wailing cry of desperation for the one person you wanted to see the most at this time.

Doppio...

That day felt so distant at this point.

Though, finding yourself confined in decently furnished yet isolated surroundings would make time meaningless.

But perhaps you were lucky that the members of Passione's rebellious La Squadra had yet to subject you to their notoriously vicious side while they kept you as their captive--the most extreme being Risotto's method of capturing you back at the amusement park.

However, even though you were at their mercy, it was best that they thought twice about even thinking about harming you so readily.

You were the Doll of Passione after all.

A myth to underlings, an open secret to many of the prestigious capo, you were a cherished asset to Passione, even if your hands never once dirtied themselves in the filthy, immoral crimes that currently sustained the organization's existence.

Wherever any of the Boss's higher ranking members went, you were almost always in tow. There was speculation that you were a lover to Boss himself, given how overly well-maintained your appearance was, with only the finest designer brand threads adorning your body, jewelry gleaming from your fingers and decolletage.

Close, but not quite.

The Boss was still a mystery to you, but someone whose word you adhered to like law. If anything, you were practically married to his direct right-hand man, Doppio, with how often the two of you were together. At this point, your assistance on helping Passione's drug trade continue to flourish made you an important asset for a reason.

Simply put, by your sweet and innocent demeanor, no one would ever look twice as you were used to smuggle drugs around, bundles of narcotics sewn within the frilly hem of your dress.

Which was what brought you to the amusement park on that day--a local one on the outskirts of Florence. Doppio had gone to oversee a deal between a Florentine sub-group within Passione and a representative from a traveling yakuza group at the parking lot for an imminent drug deal. You were free to roam around to your heart's delight until the transaction was finalized and your dress would be needed.

The plan was simple and already set.

But you simply didn't anticipate the presence of La Squadra and their drastic interference.

That was not a concern for a mere doll, but for its owner.

Your duty was to wear, say, and do what you were told while giving Doppio your undivided attention and support at his beck and call. The internal affairs of Passione were not to be disclosed to you.

And neither was the unfolding conflict by La Squadra and their vengeful rebellion upon the horrific fate that befell Gelato and Sorbet.

You were the first step in exacting their revenge--and their planned takeover.

As for the details as to how they would go about that, that was lost upon you. For now, it looked to be that La Squadra was making a break for out of Italy. The first time you realized you had been taken, you woke up bound in place to the static drone of a Swiss news station. With each subsequent move, you would be either blindfolded or drugged to unconsciousness yet.

Now, you had been brought to somewhere in France, alone in isolation within the eerily quaint surroundings of a rustic cottage bedroom in the heart of a forest, wondering just where and how Doppio was.

However, for once you weren't left to your thoughts for too long.

There was a knock at the door, prompting you to stiffen initially.

Though, upon hearing the meek and muffled call of your name from outside, you were able to relax, slight as the action was.

Pesci was the one at the door.

Of all the members of La Squadra you've interacted with thus far, he was the kindest towards you, even if he was so bashful and clumsy whenever he was within your presence. Formaggio was sweet, albeit in a sleazy way that involved comforting you in bed. Illuso was easier to talk to, especially with him being the one in charge of your baths and grooming--though he didn't shy away from getting more information about the Boss. The much more abrasive Ghiaccio would try to question you as well, albeit with a lot less tact and grace. It only took one visit from Melone and his hands eagerly running over the shape of your hips while cooing about your ideal physique to have him banned from seeing you. Though Prosciutto was usually the one to tend to and check over the recovery of your hands with surprising tenderness, he was still rather curt with you--especially while trying to make Pesci interrogate you before he cowered away with a sprint.

And ever since you were taken, you had yet to see Risotto again.

While you never had a say in the matter, Pesci still excused himself inside, all the while holding a tray where a simple but delicious looking bowl of chocolate ice cream with sprinkles sat upon.

The poor darling nearly stumbled over his own feet as he approached where you were sitting on the bed. Though, with your concern over if he was okay or not, along with reassurance that all was well, he seemed to be put at ease once he handed over your ice cream.

Seemed.

Pesci was usually a precious, fumbling mess whenever he was within your presence, always asking about your well-being and if there was anything he could possibly do for you--aside from allowing you to leave of course.

This time around, he simply refused to look into your eyes as you ate your ice cream, even while he spoke to you. Rather, his nervous gaze was focused on your first spoonful of the cool treat, his twiddling fingers and anywhere around the room.

Like that of a guilty student caught cheating during a test.

When you were finished, his tension seemed to ease as he reached for your bowl. However, you could see his anxiousness immediately wash over his features once he remembered his purpose for being here in the first place.

"O-Oh, I almost forgot but-- The others-- The others want to see you."

You froze.

But it wasn't like you could refuse.

And so you followed after him, stepping out from your dungeon to what would be the center stage of the Colliseum, unaware of the spark that was already kindling to a flame within your body.

Pesci escorted you to the living room of the cottage. Quaint and rustic furnishings and decorations suited ideally for a romantic getaway seemed to further the harsh contrast against one of Passione's most lethal sub-group with each member sitting around, from a grinning Formaggio lounging across a whole entire sofa while a furious Ghiaccio--having been kicked off--rose up to furiously berate him.

Before chaos completely broke out, you could hear the murmurings of their current plans. With the drugs attained--probably the ones from your now eviscerated dress--La Squadra would negotiate with and take over different outposts across Europe that corresponded with Passione. While you would have wanted to learn just a bit more, the moment Pesci came into view, all attention was on you.

As talks of a complementary plan came into play as you were made to kneel in the center of the room, all in view of the 7 members.

With Risotto sitting right before you, his crimson eyes focused solely on you.

While seizing control of the prosperous drug routes that had long been denied to La Squadra, they still had yet to truly satisfy their personal vendetta against the Boss after what had been done to their own.

An eye for an eye.

A comrade for a doll.

The idea was to send a calling card to the Boss.

Or rather, a postcard.

As teased by Formaggio while he pulled out a Polaroid camera.

A reminder for what had been taken from him while he was surely tearing Italy apart in search of you.

While their interrogations of you revealed the fact that you did not know much about Passione nor its very own Boss, your significance was still much too tempting to waste.

The tension in the air made you stiff, frigid with what may be done to you.

Even if your body was beginning to feel warm, the elegant but heavy material of your dress becoming all the more burdensome.

"Oi, get to it already."

At the gruff call from Prosciutto, Pesci was sent stumbling towards you.

His expression was aghast, his cheeks were rouge with heat.

And his pants became strained right as you felt a rush of cool air against the upper half of your body.

For a brief moment, your view of Pesci and the others were obscured.

Given that Risotto had approached you, a blade seemingly appearing out of nowhere in hands while he slashed at the front of your dress and bra, his large hands proceeding to grab at the fabric before tearing it wide open.

Your breasts were freed, now fully exposed for everyone else to see.

Risotto returned to his seat amidst the elated jeers of Formaggio, the awed compliments of Illuso, the explosive astonishment of Ghiaccio, and the sudden pleas of Melone to volunteer in place of Pesci.

"Can you fuckers quiet the hell down?!" Prosciutto barked angrily while his head snapped to Pesci, his eyes fixing in a glare. "Pesci, you know your task already! Don't you dare cower from this!"

"B-But--!" Pesci stuttered only to wince as Prosciutto's expression became even more threatening. Defeated, his eyes turned to the floor. "...I'll-- I'll go."

While he proceeded to undo his belt and tug at his zipper, you could only wonder how--despite the circumstances--rather than feel horrified and ashamed from being dragged into this situation, you seemed to be content with being in the center of attention of their plans.

Elated, even.

Pesci pushed at his pants, the blush on his face intensifying with Illuso's teasing remark on him still using boxers--by which Prosciutto began grumbling about getting him some Giorgio Armani briefs during the next trip to Milan. Shuffling closer to you, he nervously reached for his cock, now half-erect at this point. Not the longest but certainly not the thinnest.

With Prosciutto's sharp tongue ever ready for another lash, Pesci gulped as he stood before you, working up the nerves to begin stroking himself. Squirming from his own sensitivity, he mumbled out to you, "Ju-- Just stay still, o-okay? I'll make sure to not get it on your hair."

You obliged, even if your clothes felt even more burdensome while watching him jerk off.

The stroke of his hand was erratic and swift in his feeble attempt to get this over with. However, with you kneeling before him as you were while half-naked, part of him wanted to linger and indulge in the sight presented to him.

Though, doing so was hard with the rest of La Squadra in the room as well, all with the exception of Risotto voicing out their thoughts on the scene transpiring before them. Pesci tried to put on a brave face amidst it all, even if the touch of his own hand and the sight of you and your naked were driving him mad.

But no matter how much he touched himself, the weight of the task resting on his shoulders was just too much for him to withstand.

"I-- I can't cum like this! There's too much pressure!" Pesci whined helplessly, breathless as he finally stopped touching himself.

As expected, there was a hard kick to the back from Prosciutto, who--amidst Formaggio's cackling--growled out, "If you can't do something like this, then how the hell do you think you can help La Squadra overtake Passione, mammoni?! You dare to say 'can't' in front of Risotto?!"

"Mmm, this is why you should have left this task to me," Melone hummed as his eyes slithered over to your chest, his tongue licking his lips. "The offer still stands~"

The brewing tension that had been gathering within the room was about ready to burst. Chaos was imminent and Pesci's bottom lip was beginning to tremble.

But before everything came to a head, it only took a few words to change not only the mood in the room, but hold a lasting effect on La Squadra for the days to come.

"I'll...I'll help you, Pesci."

All eyes were immediately on you.

Perhaps it was knowing that through Pesci you could fin relief through this heat that was beginning to overwhelm your senses.

Or that his pitiful expression reminded you of Doppio whenever he felt that he failed the Boss.

Regardless, you still offered your hands--now fully recovered by this point--towards him, pink heat spreading across your cheeks.

Your gesture certainly didn't go unnoticed by the others.

Risotto most of all.

"Really?!" Pesci blurted out in awe, words failing him as he attempted to speak. However, the opportunity you presented to him was there, and if there was a lesson that was hammered into his head, then he surely would not pass up on this chance. "Go ahead then!"

Amidst stunned silence, you proceeded ahead, wrapping your hands around Pesci's cock. He immediately quivered under your touch, his knees shaking once you worked your fingers up and down his shaft. The room was soon filled with his delighted whimpers and the lasciviously rhythmic pumps.

While this was supposed to be a task for solely Pesci alone, there was no way that the others were going to sit back on the sidelines now.

"Oi, oi, why should Pesci have all the fun, huh? I've been wanting to fuck that sweet ass the most!" Formaggio complained upon shattering the silence. However, a lecherous grin soon slid onto his lips while his hands began to make quick work of his belt. His attention turning towards Prosciutto, he continued, "Ay Toto, do you think Pesci's really gonna cum enough all over her to piss off the Boss?"

Gesturing towards you, Formaggio eyed the others as he proposed, "This outta be a squad effort, y'know? We've all been pretty pent up and on edge since we escaped Italy, yeah?"

"I, for one, am open to Formaggio's suggestion," Melone chimed in, his expression twisting with that of lust as his already loose restraint on his libido weakened even further.

"Tch, of course you would be, you horny bastard," Prosciutto grunted, his eyes narrowing at Melone's shamelessness. Still, he didn't hesitate to then ask, "Risotto, how do you want us all to proceed then?"

While continuing to observe the happenings before him, Risotto was resting his chin upon his steepled fingers, his eyes focused on your submissive position on the floor. He didn't take too much time to answer, his voice in a low drone as he declared, "...As long as the picture is sent out immediately afterwards."

More unbuckled belts followed soon afterwards, all while Prosciutto nodded in response, a faint hint of a smirk quirking onto his lips. "Very well."

As this occurred, you felt a hand run along your side from behind, followed by the all too sweet purr of "Ahh, gattina mio, look this way."

You did as you were told, turning to the side only to be met with Melone's gleeful grin before he devoured your lips with his. The immediate hot probe of his tongue caught you off-guard, especially when you felt something sweet and hard being pushed into your mouth.

Your reflexes kicked in, prompting you to swallow before you started choking. Oweer, it wasn't until you gulped that you realized that the taste of whatever Melone gave you was similar to the sprinkles on your ice cream earlier.

"Just an extra serving for your new favorite treat, bella," he hummed tenderly once he broke away, offering you another kiss to your mouth.

However, Melone was only dragged back by Ghiaccio as the look on his face turned explosive upon the realization of what just happened, his lips curling into a snarl. "Melone! Did you just--?! You fucking moron!"

"Yeah, can't you see she's already hopped up on that stuff? You think she's just jerking off Pesci outta the goodness of her heart?" Formaggio called out from the side before earning a hard smack from Prosciutto.

Ghiaccio's anger was immediately redirected as he glared menacingly towards Formaggio. "Tch, what's this 'hopped' up bullshit you're spouting? Does she look like she's hopping right now to you?!"

"Now, now, bunnies hop, and as far as I can see...," Illuso quipped as he appeared by your side, his arms wrapping around you affectionately, pulling you away from Pesci, much to his despair. One hand cupped beneath your chin while the other reached for your breasts, presenting you towards the others once again as though you were a prize, "...we have a cute little bunny who's just ready to start fucking like them too!" His face buried into your neck, nuzzling over your skin tenderly while a smirk formed upon feeling you tremble from his touch. "Isn't that right, tesoro mio?"

By now, your senses, your rationality--all were overrun by the vicious, scorching flame that was ravaging you from within, now made even more ferocious by Melone's actions. The moment that the slightly rough texture of Illuso's fingertips brushed over your nipples had you whimpering out a meek 'yes.'

And so they all descended upon you.

It was chaos.

Your dress was swept away in the tempest, discarded to some corner of the room, soon to be joined by other garments and the like. Mouths and fingers were looking to have their stake on you in some way, with lips latching onto your breasts while fingertips were brushing over the dripping entrance of your core. It was difficult to tell whose touch was where.

But what was certain above all was that you were wanted most in the world at this very moment.

In one moment, you had a mouthful of Formaggio's cock while Ghiaccio was smearing his pre-cum all over your cheeks, all while Illuso and Melone were vying to be the one to have the first taste of your core. But by the next, you had Prosciutto sharply instructing Pesci to not slack off while the both of them were dragging and prodding their dicks against the soft skin of your breasts, all while you were being stretched to the brim by Risotto's long and heavy girth.

Though, no matter where each member had situation himself in, there was always the ever present reminder for everyone to come on you instead of within--much to Melone's utmost displeasure. Whether it was being made to coax Illuso to orgasm with the stroke of your hands while your lips had to switch between sucking off Melone and Pesci, or squealing between Prosciutto and Ghiaccio as the two pounded away into your core and ass at the same time, your body was to receive every and any drop of seed released.

The plan to utterly ruin you wasn't to take place until much later in light of your capture.

But with all the photos that were taken of you lying in a panting, mindless daze on the floor while near coated in the the sticky release of each member, no one had any objections to this particular adjustment. For as much as you needed them at this very moment, La Squadra needed you even more from the very moment they successfully stole you away.

However, the pictures taken that day weren't sent out as planned.

Nor would they ever be.

After some discussion, it was decided that you would no longer be used as an asset in negotiating with the Boss any longer.

Simply because--what with thoughts and hopes of ever returning back to Italy, to Doppio now in the furthest part of your mind--you were now officially the Doll of La Squadra.

All with the assistance of the aphrodisiac that Melone attained after taking over an outpost by the Italian border.

For as much success as La Squadra was seeing, none could ever fully be relaxed, with all remaining vigilant and cautious of retaliation from the Boss. And for every bit of tension felt, each member turned his attention towards your bedroom door.

After seeing the effect that the aphrodisiac had on you--especially in terms of your submissiveness--the drug became a regular additive to your meals, keeping you ever welcoming and willing no matter the hour. Mixed with your drinks, buried within your main entree, sprinkled over your desserts--it wasn't long before it came to the point that you felt empty when your food lacked the presence of your addiction.

Regardless, the void was but a temporary sensation, one that would instantly disappear the moment that someone joined you in bed.

After breaking into and successfully overtaking yet another outpost, Formaggio preferred to celebrate by plowing his cock into you from behind, the slaps of his thrusts swift and stinging. On the other hand, Illuso had you offer him praise for his hand in La Squadra's flourishing rebellion by worshiping his cock with your awaiting mouth, all while you wore whatever flimsy and revealing outfit he got just for the occasion.

During times of stress, Pesci found comfort by snuggling up to you in bed, his lips hungrily sucking on your nipples while your fingers stroked his dick. When cigarettes weren't cutting it, Prosciutto was able to take the edge off by having you sit on face and lie on top of him, his mouth feasting on your sopping core while yours engulfed his cock.

Upon settling within a new hideout in another country, Melone loved to commemorate the occasion by dumping load after load of his cum into your core with the eager pounds of his cock, delightfully panting out his hopes that this would be the day you would get pregnant with his child. As for Ghiaccio, he was moreso interested in having you familiarize yourself with the linguistic intricacies of your new surroundings, rewarding your correct answers with kisses but punishing your incorrect ones by fucking your ass with his hand raised to spank away.

And then there was Risotto.

No matter the situation--save for when you were to indulge all of La Squadra at once--he always seemed to keep his distance from you. While he wasn't cold or vicious whenever the both of you were alone, it was actually left up to you to initiate things with him.

Much like you were doing so at this time. Evening was beginning to settle upon London, and you and Risotto were tangled together in one of the master bedrooms of your penthouse suite. His thick, sculptured physique was laid completely bare beneath you, his arms folded behind his head, crimson gaze staring up at you intently as you rode him. Your fingers were planted right onto his chiseled chest, circling around and brushing over his nipples while you bounced up and down his cock.

You had your meal not too long ago.

He didn't add anything to it whatsoever.

"Risotto," you mewled out, "there's something I've noticed about you."

His eyebrow raised, the look in his eyes questioning. "Speak, tesoro."

You reached down for his arm, motioning for him to offer his hand to you before your fingers intertwined with his. "You never hold my hands, like how Prosciutto and Pesci like to do during sex, or how Formaggio and Ghiaccio do during those times when I get to go outside."

Risotto looked genuinely surprised for a moment, only for them to look serious if not forlorn in intent. "You've become precious to us all in some way, tesoro. Since you've entered our lives, I am simply unworthy of touching you..." Squeezing your hand, he continued, "...touching these fingers--not after what I've done to them."

"'What you've done...?'" You repeated slowly, your memory honestly drawing a blank at first. However, realizing what he meant, you started to giggle--what a distant memory that was. "Oh, that? It's nothing to feel guilty over, Risotto." Bringing his hand to your face, you proceeded to kiss his palm with tender affection. "It had to be done. How else would we have been able to be together?"

His eyes widened for a moment at your response, especially since he was aware that he didn't tamper with your food. Still, by what you uttered out, he was compelled to suddenly draw you close to his chest, his lips seeking out yours in an earnest kiss just before he rolled on top of you. Upon drawing back, he let out a ragged breath while he reaching for both of your hands, fingers linking with yours as he readied to pick up the tempo of his thrusts.

With his gaze meeting yours, Risotto remarked ever so huskily, "To hear you say those things means more than you can imagine, bellissima. Come, let me atone for all the affection that I so foolishly denied you."

And though you were ravaged to your heart's content and beyond--especially once the others made their return from their respective missions across the city--Risotto's remorseful sentiment lingered within your thoughts.

Though there wasn't a day when conflict and petty spats reared themselves amongst La Squadra, in the end, they were family to one another, sharing each other's burdens in some way. If Risotto was feeling guilty, you only wondered if the others felt the same by however form as well.

It made you want nothing more than to quell whatever insecurities and shame that may be lingering in their hearts, to demonstrate your love and loyalty.

And thus, you decided to prepare a special feast of all their favorite meals from back home, made exactly as each member enjoyed it.

It would be a well-deserved surprise for them all.

You knew you had to time everything just right to be able to go out and buy ingredients for your planned feast. Thankfully, the opportunity soon arose when a majority of La Squadra were out to claim more territory--especially the more vigilant ones like Risotto, Melone and Prosciutto. Formaggio was staying back, nursing a hangover from the celebratory night before.

It was perfect.

By now, you were trusted enough to have more agency amongst the others. In fact, they were now spoiling and pampering you even more than you were during your days with Passione.

With an inebriated Formaggio around, it only took a sweet kiss to his lips and a giggle that you were going to step out for a shopping trip to get your permission to step outside.

You saw no issue with your actions. It wasn't as if you weren't trying to leave as you would have done before.

What you were doing was to be an act of love.

Stepping outside into the surprising warmth of London's summer in the new, flowy sundress that was gifted to you by your lovers, you eagerly set out for your first solo trip in a long while.

On the way over to the grocery store however, you found yourself stopping in your tracks.

The carnival was in town, the streets filled to the brim with all sorts of festive delights.

Though, what caught your attention was the modest ferris wheel that was right in the center of the event space.

While you knew you couldn't indulge for too long--especially if you wanted to at least be back home before Formaggio snapped out of his stupor and the others returned--it had just been so long since you had the chance to indulge yourself to your lonesome.

You approached the ticket counter.

One ride on the ferris wheel wouldn't hurt.

Reaching for your wallet, you gathered your change to pay.

As you were about to hand over your quids, you didn't even have the chance to blink when you realized they were scattered all over the counter.

Squeaking out an apology, you quickly gathered your change, handing it over to the cashier before you received a ticket stub in return. As you wondered over the bizarre exchange, you approached the entrance line to the ferris wheel, your heart giddy as you took a seat within one of the carts.

And then you heard the ring of a telephone.

Or at least, a familiar poor imitation of one.

Before you even had time to register, a scuttering blur of pink rushed into your cart before the attendant could close the door, seizing hold of your ankle before bringing your foot against its ear.

"Boss. I found her."

Your breath stilled.

Your eyes widened.

Your heart froze.

Your lips parted.

"Doppio!"

Somehow, you didn't even hear the cart door shut before the ride was set into motion.

Leaving just you and Doppio alone together for a reunion that you didn't anticipate and that he had been praying desperately for.

There wasn't much you could do, only allow yourself to be swept up in his tight embrace, all the while your heart was split. On one hand, your longing to one day return home was beginning to resurface, having been buried by the influence of La Squadra's hold on you. However, now that you were with Doppio once again, you only dreaded what this could mean for the fate of your new home.

in the meantime, you were left to seeing the rapturous tears cascading down his freckled cheeks, his heart overwrought with relief as he cradled you in his arms. "All over--I've been looking all over for you!" He sobbed out amidst joyful rambling--his heartfelt apologies for failing to protect you, the struggle to get clearance from the Boss to leave Italy in search of you, and everything he was willing to tear down and rip apart as he tried to follow your trail.

And then he noticed your scent.

Doppio's sniffles ceased as he suddenly drew away from you, his expression confused while he inspected your appearance.

The words he then uttered out had you tense.

"Y- You smell like them..."

He was aghast, quickly planting his face against your neck as he began to obsessively inhale and take in your scent. The hold around you tightened, perhaps out of fear or out of protective instinct.

Regardless, the need to investigate your scent turned into an immediate assessment of something else.

Your lips were then smothered by Doppio's, a clumsy if not sloppy meeting between your mouth and his, followed by his tongue gliding past over yours. Though the opportunity to kiss you was something he had fantasized so much when you were still part of Passione, the circumstances of the current situation allowed for no indulgence whatsoever.

He broke away from your kiss, his expression looking utterly horrified and distraught. "Yo- You taste like them too!"

Though you were left dazed from his kiss, you opened your mouth to speak. However, there were no words that you could get yourself to voice out. No matter what you said, whether a lie or a truth, the wrath of Doppio--and thereby the Boss--upon La Squadra was assured, and you wanted to make absolutely sure you didn't stoke the flames further.

If the next few moments were to play out as you were anticipating, then you'd rather appease Doppio as much as you could now.

"The-- There's no time to waste!" Doppio gasped out while his fingers grasped at the zipper of his pants, hurriedly tugging it down. "I can't bring you back to the Boss when the mark of La Squadra is so clearly on you!"

Though he was but one person, there was something so intense to Doppio that the way he possessed and claimed you within that cart that could rival all of La Squadra. By the way he had you squirming as he nudged and prodded the slit of your core with the dribbling tip of his cock to when he fully sheathed himself inside you with a euphoric whine, it didn't take much effort to draw out feelings of conflicted dedication out of you.

Especially when while he was ravaging you with the thunderous poundings of his cock, his arms ensnared around your body in a possessive hold as he hammered into you.

He had been separated from you for so long. All he craved to do was make up for lost time, especially since he was never upfront about his feelings for you. His lips sought out yours, the kisses shared with you just so needy. Though, for when the two of you had to part for air, he did not hold back on the merciless pace of his thrusts nor his feelings on your captivity.

"I'll kill them for what they've done to you! For taking you away! You belong to Passione!" His voice caught between a growl and a wail, he brought his hand to your face, cupping your cheek as he gazed right into your eyes, with his lined with heartfelt tears.

For a moment, you swore that his agonized brown irises flashed a menacing fragmented green.

"You belong to me!"

And by that declaration, he continued to pound into you up until your core was flooded with the hot, sticky heat of his release.

Surely to have enough time to make yourselves look presentable by the time your cart reached the bottom of the ferris wheel to avoid questions was something you both had to keep in mind.

After all, it was by now that Formaggio had realized you were gone and had alerted the others, with all hurrying back from their missions to make sure that you didn't get captured by someone else.

However, you didn't have to worry much about fixing your hair or smoothing out your sundress.

When the attendant opened the door to your cart, he was alarmed to see there was not a soul to be seen within.

Because at that same time, you and Doppio had already disappeared into the crowd, his arm happily linked with yours as he held you close to his side, guiding you away from this city, from this life you had become accustomed with.

Playtime was over.

And you had to return home now.

[matthew-trs]

Part 6: Various Names

These are all bullet-pointed, and the first part will be translated in Kaga’s own voice, since that’s how they’re written.

I also decided to include my own notes on the origin of various names. This post is also crazy long, and mostly just exists so I can keep all my ideas and facts straight.

Berwick Saga

The “Bren” (ブレン) of Brenthunder (ブレンサンダー) and the Bren Crossbow (ブレンクロスボウ) is from the famous English Bren Light Machine Gun. Military enthusiasts probably immediately recognized this.

Gorzevalus (ゴーゼワロス) was named by the designer who wrote that map’s scenario. I don’t know where he got the name, but he’s a very serious person, so I doubt he intended it to be funny.

A derrick (デリック) is a type of large crane. Since they can be used to lift heavy items as well as help survey undersea wrecks, I wanted Professor Almuth’s first name to give the impression of historical site exploration.

Things like Critical Knife and Wallenstein were simply abbreviated (クリティカルナイフ > クリテカルナイフ, and ヴァレンシュタイン > ワレンスタイン) due to a 7-character limit we had early in development. I must’ve simply missed them when I double-checked later. Similarly, we abbreviated Composite Bow (コンポジットボウ > コンジットボウ).

[Note: this won’t apply to the translation patch, since there’s no character limit.]

Sherpa (シェルパ) are a tribe of mountain guides at the base of Mt. Everest. I chose the name to parallel “Highlanders.” As for Highlanders (ハイランダー), they’re a historical ethnic group from Scotland who were renowned as brave warriors in history. I’ve been told that the Sherpa’s appearance closely resembles the hero of a certain manga, but I’ve never read it, so it’s just a coincidence.

I chose the name Kramer (クレイマー) because it’s close to “climber,” since he’s got a natural gift for climbing cliffs as a skill. I’m on the fence whether it should be to be a nickname or not... I guess it’s probably a nickname he picked himself.

Sapphire (サフィア) and Ruby (ルヴィ) are named after the precious stones, naturally.

Names like Roswick (ロズオーク), Vanmilion (バンミリオン), Shirrock (̪シロック), Quescria (クエスクリア), and the like I just made up. I didn’t take them from anywhere in particular.

[Note: in the patch, “Shirrock” will be Sherlock, which is a real name.]

Faramir (ファラミア) and Olwen (オルウェン) are from The Lord of the Rings. 

[Note: I’m not sure which LotR character Olwen is supposed to be. The closest one it matches is Arwen (アルウェン), but that’s a woman...]

Faramir’s class name Wanderer (渡り戦士) is borrowed from a certain manga. Sorry, Ms. Hikawa!

Sylvis (シルウィス), Larentia (ラレンティア), Pfeizal (ファイサル), etc. are mythological/historical people; I also sometimes used the names of mythological weapons for people, too.

Most other proper names are original or just common names, like Lynette, Reese, Bernard, etc.

TearRing Saga

It’s hardly worth mentioning, but Katri (カトリ) is just a plain ranch girl’s name. Back in the day, a lot of people thought it had something to do with baseball pitching. It’s from an old anime based on a very old children’s story from Finland, so it’s natural people wouldn’t recognize where it came from.

[Note: I have no clue what Kaga means about the baseball thing.]

Ente (エンテ) is German for “duck,” while Möwe (メーヴェ) means “seagull.” In other words, it’s an play on words where if you add eyes (メ) to a duck (カモ), you get a seagull (カモメ), meant to parallel that when Ente awakens to her true self, she becomes Möwe. Naturally, there’s also the added meaning that she wants to fly in the skies freely like a seagull, not be a duck that hides itself underwater. 

[Note: I had these names as “Enteh” and “Maeve” in the TRS patch. The official romanization of エンテ is definitely “Enteh,” too. Oh well...]

Neyfa (ネイファ) was the name of a character in a short story I wrote a long time ago.

Tia (ティーエ) is from Aul Toba Tieh (アウル・トバティーエ), a character from a certain fantasy novel.

Lionheart (レオンハート), of course, means “lion-hearted.” Historically, it was the epithet of the King Richard I of England. While being Lionheart’s name, this was also the source of Richard’s title the Lion Prince of Mahl (マールの獅子王子)... though I will admit now that this was pretty lazy naming on my part.

The mamluks (マムルーク) were medieval Arab slave warriors renowned for their elite archery, who later conquered Egypt and Syria. Therefore, by calling Lionheart’s class “mamluk,” I wanted to convey the imagery of a strong, elite horseman leading his own unique regiment. 

[Note: this was “Nomadic Trooper” in the TRS patch.]

Translator’s Additions

Names of People:

Playable:

Aegina: Αἴγινα, a nymph in Greek myth, the great-grandmother of Achilles and Ajax the Great.

Paramythis: Paramythia (Παραμυθιά, “comforter”) is an epithet of the Virgin Mary.

Perceval: also spelled Percival; knight of the Round Table

Bosses/NPCs:

Cordova: Cordova/Córdoba, a city in Spain that was historically the capital of a large Islamic state, the Emirate (and later Caliphate) of Córdoba.

Arcturus: a star in the constellation Boötes; called the “bear-watcher” in Greek astronomy, and むぎぼし (“wheat star”) in Japanese astronomy. Kaga says these names are meant to represent Arcturus’s character as both strong and reliable.

Zephyrus: Ζέφυρος, god of the western wind in Greek myth. Kaga notes elsewhere that this pseudonym was chosen for Friedrich because of the character’s desire to eventually return home to the west, even though it was impossible for so long.

Rasputin: Grigorij Yefimovič Rasputin (Григорий Ефимович Распутин), Russian mystic and advisor to Emperor Nicholas II, later assassinated by nobles worried about his influence, especially over Empress Aleksandra Fjodorovna.

Red Baron (Richthofen in the translation): Manfred von Richthofen, German lord and fighter pilot from WWI, nicknamed “the Red Baron” due to his status as a Freiherr (”baron”) and his plane that he famously painted red.

Wallenstein:  Albrecht von Wallenstein (Albrecht z Valdštejna), supreme commander of the Holy Roman Empire’s military during the Thirty Years’ War

Krishna:  कृष्ण, god of love and compassion in Hinduism. Also the name of a character from TearRing Saga 1.

Sakhalin: an island just north of Hokkaido, currently owned by Russia.

Shagaal: Chagall (シャガール), king of Agustria in FE4.

Chebyshev: Pafnutij L’vovič Čjebyšjov (Пафну́тий Льво́вич Чебышёв), a Russian mathematician.

Fermat: Pierre de Fermat, a French mathematician and lawyer.

Lebesgue: Henri Léon Lebesgue, a French mathematician

Palitzsch: Johann Georg Palitzsch, a German astronomer

Weyl:  Hermann Klaus Hugo Weyl, a German mathematician and physicist

Euclid:  Εὐκλείδης, an ancient Greek mathematician 

Jung: Carl Gustav Jung, a Swiss psychologist

Grimm: possibly from the Brothers Grimm, German linguists and authors of Grimm’s Fairy Tales

Gibbs: possibly from Josiah Willard Gibbs, American physicist and chemist

Rodin: François Auguste René Rodin, a French sculptor

Wagner: possibly Wilhelm Richard Wagner, German composer, writer, and director, most famous for Der Ring des Nibelungen.

Windsor: the currently reigning dynasty of British monarchs, ultimately descended from the Germanic House of Wettin

Pizarro: Francisco Pizarro-González, Spanish conquistador

Eisenhower: Dwight David Eisenhower, general and 34th president of the United States.

Cromwell: Oliver Cromwell, major leader of the Parliamentarian side of the English Civil War

Rockefeller: John David Rockefeller Sr., American business magnate and philanthropist, and inflation-adjusted richest person in modern history.

Goebbels: Paul Joseph Goebbels, Minister of Propaganda for the Third Reich.

Goering: Hermann Wilhelm Göring, Vice-Chancellor of Germany during the Third Reich.

Mahatma: Mahātmā (महात्मा, “venerable”), a title most associated with Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

Gomorrah:  עֲמֹרָה‎‎, one of the legendary cities destroyed by God in the Biblical book of Genesis.

ha-Yadh (”God Hand” in Japanese): הַיָד, Hebrew for “the hand.”

Enoch: חֲנוֹךְ, ancestor of Noah in Genesis, said to have “walked with God” rather than died. Subject of several apocryphal books.

Gilgamesh: 𒄑𒂆𒈦, a semi-historical ancient king of Sumer and protagonist of the Epic of Gilgamesh.

Nazgul: Nazgûl, the ringwraiths from The Lord of the Rings.

Manaclir: corruption of Manannán mac Lir, a sea god in Irish myth.

Urbanus IV: Urbanus (anglicized as Urban) has been the papal name of eight different popes.

Arless: Ares (Ἄρης), god of war in Greek myth

Alecto: Ἀληκτώ, goddess of unstoppable rage in Greek myth

Names of Places

Berwick Isle: Berwick-upon-Tweed, a historically long-disputed territory on the border between Scotland and England

Altesia (what the Lazberians call the continent of Lieberia): Artesia, the Latin name for the county of Artois, France.

Izmil: İzmir, the Turkish name of the city classical known as Smyrna

Leoglard: corruption of Beograd, the native name for Belgrade, the capital of Serbia

Diana: goddess of the moon and hunt in Roman myth, equivalent of Greek Artemis

Valemtine: corruption of Valentine, anglicized form of the name Valentinus

Mineva: possibly from Minerva, goddess of war and wisdom in Roman myth, equivalent of Greek Athena

Sinon: possibly from Sinon (Σίνων), a Greek spy from the Iliad who helped convince the Trojans to move the Trojan Horse into their city.

Danae: Danaë (Δανάη), mother of Perseus in Greek myth

Ausonia (one of the five marches): Αυσονία, the ancient Greek name for the southern Italian peninsula

Badonia: possibly from Badon Hill (Latin Mons Badonicus/Badonis, Welsh Mynydd Baddon), the legendary location of a battle of King Arthur against the invading Anglo-Saxons.

Lombard (one of the five marches): the Lombards, a Germanic tribe who conquered parts of Italy during the 6th century.

Anatolia (an unidentified location where certain wines are from): also called Asia Minor, an ancient region corresponding with modern central and western Turkey.

Wallachia (mentioned in the description of the Tiger Pelt item): one of the three major constituents of early Romania, alongside Transylvania and Moldavia.

Pyrene: the Pyrenees, a mountain range separating the Iberian Peninsula with the rest of continental Europe

Seydlitz: Frederich Wilhelm von Seydlitz, a general serving under Frederick II of Prussia; or the German WWI battle cruiser named after him, the SMS Seydlitz.

Fort Remagen: Remagen, a town in Germany famous for the Battle of Remagen in WWII, where Allied forces temporarily captured Ludendorff Bridge, one of the last bridges over the Rhine.

Myuhen: possibly from München, the German name of Munich.

Ruan: Rouen, capital of the Normandy region of France.

Ishs: possibly from Isis, goddess of motherhood and nature in Egyptian myth.

Item Names: Original (may or may not overlap with translation)

Knives:

Vespa: Latin for “wasp”

Crotalus: the scientific name for the rattlesnake genus, itself from Greek κρόταλον (”rattle”)

Swords:

Holy Sword Vritra (”Vritra” in the translation): serpent and adversary of Indra in Hinduism.

Sakushīdo/Succeed (”Nothung” in the translation): likely from the English word “succeed.”

Dangerous Blade Albatross (”Albatross” in the translation): from the legend about a sailor shooting an albatross, a bird thought to signify good luck, who was forced by his shipmates to wear the dead bird around his neck to ensure that only he received the bad luck from killing it.

Grimhildr: queen of Burgundy in Norse myth.

Lord Gram (”Gramr” in the translation): sword of the Germanic hero Sigurðr, used to kill the dragon Fáfnir.

Harperia: possibly from harpē (ἅρπη), a type of sickle-like sword in Greek myth, most famously used to castrate Cronus and kill Medusa.

Holy Sword Vajra (”Vajra” in the translation): means “diamond” or “thunderbolt”, the weapon of Indra in Hinduism

Adrasteia:  Ἀδράστεια “inescapable”, the name of two different characters in Greek myth: a nymph who nursed Zeus, and a daughter of Ares and Aphrodite.

Balmung: the name for the sword Gramr (see above) given in the Nibelungenlied.

Spears

Brionac: a spear of the god Lugh in Irish myth

Phalanx (”Doru” in the translation): a type of ancient Greek heavy infantry famous for their battle formation, where shields would be arranged to make a wall lined with protruding spears.

Wotan Spear (”Angon” in the translation): Wotan, Old High German name of the god Odin (Óðinn) from Norse myth

Axes

Gigas Axe: γίγας, Greek for “giant.” Suitably, it’s only usable by Gigas Knights in the game.

Būji (”Bhuj” in the translation): possibly from bhuj (भुज), also called an axe-knife, a type of short- but wide-bladed weapon with a very long grip.

Thorhammer (”Mjollnir” in the translation): Thor, thunder god in Norse myth, who wielded the hammer Mjǫllnir.

Gullveig: a figure from Norse mythology who is killed three times, then reborn the third time as the powerful shamaness Heiðr.

Bows/Crossbows

Holy Bow Rossweisse (”Rossweisse” in the translation): Roßweiße, German for “white horse,” one of the eight valkyries in Richard Wagner’s opera Die Walküre.

Sylph Bow (”Killer Bow” in the translation): Sylph, wind elementals from classical alchemy, invented by Paracelsus.

Magic Bow Apeiron (”Apeiron” in the translation): ἄπειρον (”limitless”), a concept in certain ancient Greek cosmologies and philosophies.

Apollo Bow (”Argyrotoxus” in the translation): Apollo, god of light in Greek myth, twin brother of Artemis, goddess of the hunt

Otinus Crossbow (”Ollerus” in the translation): possibly a faux-latinization of Óðinn

Magic

Pallas Leia/Serenia/Riana: Pallas (Παλλὰς), an epithet of the Greek goddess Athena

Starlight: from Starlight in FE1/FE3

Janura (”Nosferatu” in the translation): from the Japanese words ja (蛇, “snake”) and nurunuru (ヌルヌル, “smooth, slippery”)

Scylla: Σκύλλα, a monster in Greek myth

Bau Crash (”Kishar’s Wrath” in the translation): possibly (but not likely) from Bau (𒀭𒁀𒌑, also called “Gula” by the Babylonians, among other names), goddess of healing from Akkado-Babylonian myth.

Shields

Ajax’s Shield (”Sakos Aiantos” in the translation): the shield of the Greek hero Ajax the Great in the Iliad, made of seven layers of oxhide and one of bronze. Most famously, it could even block the javelin of the Trojan hero Hector, which pierced only the first six layers.

Aspis:  ἀσπίς, a heavy wooden shield used by ancient Greek infantry

Flame Shield Hestia (”Hestia” in the translation): Hestia, goddess of the hearth and architecture in Greek myth

Materials

Celica Steel (”Zerika Steel” in the translation): possibly from Celica, a protagonist in FE2/FE15

Toneriko Wood (”Ash Wood” in the translation): とねりこ, Japanese for the Manchurian ash tree, Fraxinus mandschurica.

Jugud Wood (”Yggdra Wood” in the translation): a reference to Jugdral, itself a reference to Yggdrasil, the world-tree in Norse myth

Tilia Wood (”Linden Wood” in the translation): Tilia, the genus name for linden/basswood trees.

Ichii Wood (”Yew Wood” in the translation): いちい, Japanese for the Japanese yew tree, Taxis cuspidata.

Antilope Skin (”Antelope Pelt” in the translation): Antilope, German for “antelope”

Schwein Skin (”Boar Pelt” in the translation): Schwein, German for “swine”

Stier Skin (”Bull Pelt” in the translation): Stier, German for “steer”

Löwe Skin (”Lion Pelt” in the translation): Löwe, German for “lion”

Tigris Skin (”Tiger Pelt” in the translation): tigris, Latin for “tiger”

Lúkos Skin (”Wolf Pelt” in the translation): λύκος, Greek for “wolf” 

Simurgh Feather: sīmurğ (سیمرغ), a bird from Iranian myth

Ariadne Thread: Ἀριάδνη, a woman from Greek myth who helped Theseus traverse the Labyrinth using a spool of thread

Eye of Balor: Balor, king of the Fomorians in Irish myth, who had a third eye on his forehead that wrought destruction on any it looked at.

Item Names: Translation

Swords

Succeed → Nothung: the name of Gramr (see above) given in Richard Wagner’s Der Ring des Nibelungen. “Succeed” is a crappy name for a sword, and it’s Reese’s final weapon, so I wanted a theme naming with his earlier personal sword, Gramr.

Spears

Phalanx → Doru:  δόρυ, the type of spear that Greek hoplites utilized in phalanx formation. Changed, naturally, because “phalanx” is a military formation/unit rather than a weapon.

Wotan Spear → Angon: Angon, a type of javelin used by Germanic peoples. I would’ve used “Gungnir,” since that’s the spear of Wotan/ Óðinn, but the Wotan Spear isn’t a high-tier weapon, or even the strongest thrown spear.

Bows/Crossbows

Sylph Bow → Killer Bow: I didn’t want to use “Sylph,” since there are wind-element weapons in Berwick Saga, but this isn’t one of them.

Magic Bow Aperion → Abaddon: Assuming “Aperion” is indeed a corruption of “Apollyon” (see above), I prefer the sound of the Hebrew name, Abaddon.

Apollo Bow → Argyrotoxus:  Ἀργυρότοξος, an epithet of Apollo meaning “of the silver bow.”

Otinus Crossbow → Ollerus: Assuming “Otinus” is indeed a faux-latinization of “Óðinn,“ I didn’t think that Óðinn was a very fitting god to associate with a bow. Instead, I chose Ollerus, which is the latinization of the name of Ullr, Norse god of archery. As a bonus, Ullr/Ollerus is closely associated with Óðinn: during the episode where Óðinn is exiled for ten years for not being manly enough, Ullr is the one who rules the gods temporarily in his stead (during which time Ullr even uses the name Óðinn).

Gatling Bow → Chu-ko-nu: Following the tradition of the TRS1 translation, since guns aren’t in TRS, and Richard Gatling isn’t a TRS character.

Bren Crossbow → Rapid Crossbow: Similarly, guns aren’t in TRS, so “Bren” is out.

Dora → Espringal: While “ballista” and “scorpio” are both names of siege weapons, I have no idea what a “dora” is supposed to be... so I chose an actual one.

Dark Magic (I wanted the names of these spells to all be mythological references like they are in FE)

Black Meteo → Wormwood: a falling star that ruins the waters of the Earth in the Biblical book Revelation.

Berserk → Lyssa: Λύσσα, goddess of mad frenzy and rabies in Greek myth.

Sleep → Oneiroi:  ��νειροι, the gods of dreams in Greek myth

Bau Crash → Kishar’s Wrath: Kišar (𒀭𒆠𒊹), the personified Earth in Babylonian myth. Since Bau (see above) is a goddess of motherhood rather than the earth, Kishar is more appropriate. I chose Kishar rather than the more ancient and well-established goddess Ki (also an earth goddess), since the name Ki is too short for players to reasonably identify.  Even though I’m probably misunderstanding バウ as the goddess Bau, I stuck with it.

Janura → Nosferatu: to fit in line with FE’s Nosferatu; from adaptations of Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Tumahann → Saehrimnir: Sæhrímnir, the beast killed and eaten--then resurrected--by the Æsir and einherjar every evening in Norse myth. I wanted to use something bestial or related to eating, since this spell drains the EXP of its victim.

Hellworm → Jormungandr: to fit in line with FE’s Jormungandr; from Jǫrmungandr, the serpent surrounding Miðgarðr in Norse myth

Shields

Perushīda → Perseid: I’m not really sure what Perushīda is supposed to be, so I picked something that sounded close. The Perseids are a meteor shower occurring in late summer; named after the Perseid dynasty said to descend from the mythological hero Perseus

Ajax’s Shield → Sakos Aiantos:  σᾰ́κος Αἴᾰντος, Epic Greek for “Ajax’s shield.” Fun Fact: Ajax’s shield in particular is called a sakos (”leather shield”) rather than an aspis (the general word for “shield”) in the Iliad. I didn’t want to use the English words, since I didn’t want to assert that Ajax was a person in the TRS universe. I’m even considering making it just Sakos, actually.

Fire-God Shield → Kojin Shield: Sanbō-Kōjin (三宝荒神, “wild god of the three treasures”), or just Kōjin, a Shinto god of fire, cooking, and the hearth. I used “Kōjin” rather than “Kagu-Tsuchi” (the god of fire in general) in order to nicely parallel the names of the related Fūjin Shield and Raijin Shield.

Accessories, etc.

Sun Charm → Dawn Charm: While the original name is a reference to the skill FE Sol, that name doesn’t fit with what the charm really does. It gives +10 Hit, so it makes it easier to see, hence “dawn.”

Meteor Charm → Dusk Charm: While the original name is a reference to the FE skill Astra, that name doesn’t fit with what the charm really does. It gives +10 Avoid, so it makes it harder be seen, hence “dusk.”

Moonlight Charm → Vanish Charm: While the original name is a reference to the FE skill Luna, that name doesn’t fit with what the charm really does. It activates the skill Hide, hence “vanish.”

Purgatory Bracelet → Gambler’s Brace: This brace lowers Hit and Avoid by 10 but increases Strength and Defense by 2, so it’s risky. I assume “purgatory” was meant to refer to the in-between-good-and-bad-for-you stat bonus given. The thing is, nobody who’s non-Catholic seems to understand that purgatory is a good place; hence, the old name is just plain dumb.

Ligan/Ishian Racehorse: These horses increase your Movement, hence “racehorse.”

Ligan Warhorse: This horse increases your Damage, hence “warhorse.”

Ishian/Sinonan Stallion: This horse increases your Speed, and the word “stallion” evokes an imagery of a wild, quick horse.

[midoriko-sama]

Midi watches YoI 10

Still sick at home, but back to work tomorrow so may as well finish this baby

EXCUSE ME OFFICER

Too sexy to be legal!!

Carry on.

‘Life and Love’, eh Victor? I bet both of those start with Y.

Ack, that’s NOT a heated pool? Victor you’re crazy

ACK, no, Swiss Sex Machine, get off screen! No, Victor, don’t encourage him!

Victor-- what... you’re doing the title card? Oh my god, how cute, the chibi-role is usually Yuri’s and you’ve taken it over as narrator for the first time!

And you’re somehow half naked. Of course you are.

Hey hey, I just realised, Yurio is Edward Elric

And his fans are terrifying.

Aaaaand I really don’t like JJ. Sorry Canada.

More new skater introductions! And Otabek, you look nice somehow. Maybe because you dissed JJ so I like you.

PICHIT! Errebody can go home. Pichit is here and I need no one else.

Yuri clearly has good taste in friends, also Victor don’t pout.

Oh no my poor anxious potato child

Someone help him!

...

... I should have known. Also Christoff oh my god that face.

What Yuri said: Stop pretending to be a model coach and take me sight seeing!

What I (and Victor) hear:

Because this

is totally

a date

OMG Victor why do you hate this suit and tie so much, they’re not bad!

ARe those fans sniffing Yurio’s whereabouts? What? WHaT?#

Run, Angry kitty Edward Elric, run!

Otabek to the rescue! I knew that look meant something.

‘The hero of Kazakistan kidnapped the fairy of russia’ -- I mean, I’m hoping for a solid friendship for Yurio TBH. He can have romance later even with Otabek if he likes, but he needs a solid bromance first. Oh man I hope Otabek and Yurio become solid bros. And Otabek is from Kazakistan if they become friends, and Yurio is Russian oh my gods you don’t understand it would be amazing #European politics

OMG YES

SOLID BROS

Yurio needs friends, man, he needs friends so bad.

I swear if you kill of his grandfather before the finale I’m going to blow a gasket leave my kitty child alone.

They’re quarreling. Over a bag of nuts. Potato children if you break up over a bag of nuts I will be very cross!

‘Well, I’m tired’ - Aw, and Yuri gives in right away. And they went around the christmas market.

And Yuri makes this face

Precious potato child. Also Victor’s birthday is christmas day, which is really cute.

This is this third time I’ve seen Victor offering Yuri alcohol and him refusing. Victor what kind of coach are you alcohol is really bad when you’re sporting!!

‘When Yuri’s looking for something his eyes shine and he doesn’t say anything, so I’ll just watch over him as he looks without talking too’ -- GOALS.

Yuri’s EARS went red. OMG, the detail. And I HAVE NOT PRAISED THE ART YET THIS DAY i MUST PRAISE IT LOOK AT BARCELLONA THAT’S BARCELLONA IT’S THE SAME! aRT GOALS!

honestly the first time i’ve seen Victor this flummoxed

‘A thank you gift for Victor’

My poor potato child is not rich. At all. He’s a top figure skater and he doesn’t seem to have a major sponsor and he’s paying whatever that is in installments - welcome to The Millenial Skater - even our athletes are poor.

hOLD ON! HOLD THE FUCK ON! is that a ring is Yrui putting a ring on him what whaT WHAT?!?

AND THere is a NOTHER ONE omg omg, someone hold me they’re putting RINGS ON Each other in FRONT OF A CATHEDRAL and I’m going to

And the bellls ring and it’s christmas and there’s a choir, and their anniversary is Victor’s birthday and chrstmas day, someone hold me I can’t

They put rings on each other, openly and this is so much more than I can take I’m so happy OMG my gay uncle needs to see this and I know Yuri called them Omamori but those are still so important in japan you don’t understand

and then they walk away like this my heart

We take a break from all these feels to bring you: All THEIR feels:

Yurio is me in this scene

WHAT?!

HAHAHAHAHA poor Yuri no wonder you don’t like alcohol!

omg did Yuri do this?! XD When was this? AFter he called home?

Hold on hold n hold on hold ~ON.

MY PloT SENSES are TIngling!

WHat exactly happened?!?!

Pitchit continues the be the cutest thing I have ever seen. There is a reason he and Makkachin are never on screen together and that reason is my health insurance doesn’t allow it.

‘They’re married!’

Yuri: freaks

Otabek: Claps (I approve of him more and more)

Yurio: Oh no now they’re going to be even more nauseating

Erreone else: smiling and/or wtf face (Mari is all ‘you did not invite your fucking SISTER’)

No Chill or Too much Chill Victor Nikiforov has gone off the skale into Syberian Chill Victor: Cucumber Smoothie

And Yuri is not denying this one at all. I see you there, Katsuki :3

Victor ‘I kill the mood’ Nikiforov. Victor ‘I ask you to marry backhandedly and only if you win the gold medal’ Nikiforov. Victor ‘I still have videos of that night’ Nikiforov.

ACK, JJ. Go away.

Yurio stop kicking your dad he’s not getting any younger you need a better way of saying hello angry kitty child

Yurio, you need aggression classes, and a better way to express emotions than kicking peopple to show affection and attachment.

‘This place reminds of Hasetsu Ocean’ -- REALLY Yurio. Reminds you of home, maybe?!

Yes Victor I think Yurio totally needs a mum and dad and I don’t think Yuri would mind being mum

Ooooooh, nice direction choice, to create tension with background chatter and all the compeitotrs and other skaters convening to watch the event!

So nice to see the extended sporting families.

hold on HOLD ON~~~~  this ending?!

Oh dear god at the very end of episode 10 we find out where victor got put on the Yuri fire

omg, at the VERY end, after the credits, DURING THe credits with something everyone else mentioned in passing as a joke

Stuff on errebody’s PHONES!!

Yurio looks SO put out

Christoff why are you so like thisp put some clothes on, look what you made Yuri do he’s in his underpants

where did that pole come from?!

HANG ON I begin to SEE

Victor ‘this boy is really hot’ Nikiforov, Victor ‘dance with me’ Nikiforov

Victor ‘commemorative photo of course no wait why are you walking away’ Nikiforov

no wonder he showed up naked in your hotspring and gave you ‘Eros’ to skate and drank himself stupid after you said KATSUDON was your Eros

You straight up seduced the poor man then left him in the lurch.Then you skated his routine. And put it online for him to see (he thought)

Yuri what are you doing with that GROIN omg poor victor

‘Be me coach, Victor!’ - i couldn’t understand why my cousin kept saying this when she was cosplaying Yuri because Yuri never said it, I thought because Victor showed up and decided everything on his own - like heck he didn’t!

RIP Victor Nikiforov, killed by train Yuri on exress route Love and Too Much Champagne

I see now why you kept offering Yuri Alcohol Victor hope dies last and is THIS why you want to burn the suit and tie? huh, huh?

Boiled Victor will be served for breakfast lunch and dinner until morale improves

This is precious, and explains EVERYTHING, and this is such fantastic story telling.

10000/10 for cooked victor on the drunk Yuri fire of love.

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