Alexander A total hipster, knitted beanies and cardigans, colourful pants and shoes from the thrift store, scarves and fingerless gloves in winter. Makes an effort to look like he doesn’t care about his looks. Suceeds in this and still looks good most of the time. Wears sweatpants in public whenever he can get away with it.
Hercules Always a perfect colourscheme, can make things that you would never think go together kind of work. Experiments a lot with new styles and is just really into the whole matter. Has his own little clothing line and makes most of his clothes himself. Expensive suits, grey sweaters, silk ties.
Lafayette Models for Herc and loves it, looks great in anything. Sometimes likes it dramatic. Hats, coats, big patterns, lots of contrasts. Wears only jeans and t-shirt on other days, really it’s like you’ve got two different people. Can sadly not be persuaded to wear his glasses everyday. He will make you cry by wearing a tanktop in summer.
John Your typical white girl despite being neither white nor a girl. Wears addidas sneakers, skinny jeans and wears his ponytail through the back of a snapback. Basically doesn’t really care about fashion and just buys the stuff he can find in every store. He even gets starbucks like the basic bitch he is. Has to be stopped by Herc. Please.
Meet Me in the Hallway: 2, 3, 4… Love the soft, strumming guitar and Harry’s longing and haunting vocals. Just the way his voice breaks on the word “hallway”… So helpless-sounding and heartfelt. Ugh. Love that as the song nears its end, the instruments are stripped away one by one, and in the end there’s just one guitar and Harry’s voice, and then there’s just Harry’s voice holding that last note. Damn good, and a very clever choice. This song could last an hour long and I still would have to press “replay” over and over again.
Stand-out lyrics: “We don’t talk about it, it’s something we don’t do. ‘Cause once you do without it, nothing else will do.”
“Hoping you’ll come around, just let me know, I’ll be on the floor.”
Sign of the Times: Full-on-flush. I’ve talked about my love for this song many a time since it came out, so I’m moving on. (But I think it’s absolutely gorgeous and one of my faves.)
Carolina: This song feels so old-school and cool. I was immediately struck by that thick bass throughout this song, LOVE it. Love the falsetto parts. Love the oh-yeah parts. Mayyyybe my least fave song on the album, but it’s still SOLID.
Stand-out lyric: “There’s not a drink that could sink her, how would I tell her that she’s all I think about? Well I guess she just found out”
Two Ghosts: Right away, the melody and harmonies… so lush. The acoustic guitar is so lovely, and I love the tone of the electric guitar on top - it almost sounds like it’s crying. This song gives me CNSY and Ryan Adams vibes, which I love, like it just breathes and moves in a really similar and nice way. Cool lil detail: The way he enunciates the ‘t’ in heartbeat at the end.
Stand-out lyric: “We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty. Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”
Sweet Creature: A little Beatles-esque gem of a tune. This is such a soothing and flowy song, and his vocals match the tone perfectly. It’s warm-sounding and simple, and I love that he’s left a little air in this one. It feels organic and just sweeeet. And I love sweet.
Stand-out lyrics: “I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough. “ “Running through the garden, where nothing bothered us.”
Only Angel: Love the calming opening, which drags you into this really eerie and calming musical landscape. You’re ready to set up camp and hang out for a bit, and then Harry’s scream just rips you the fuck out of it. WAY to start a song, haha. Heavy guitar, the screams, the clapping, the background vocals, love it all. Such a colorful song. It’s red and blue at the same time. Tall and short at the same time. It’s pulsing, the beat is sick and his deep timbre gives me shivers..
Stand-out lyrics: “Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that’s what I like about it.”
“Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door.”
“I must admit I thought about making you mine.”
Kiwi: I’m so here for these drums, and heavy guitars!! GOD. The attitude he has on this song?? It’s like he’s grabbing you by the collar, bringing you close and going “Nope, it’s just you and me”… *fans self* It’s edgy and very 70′s Brit rock, he’s belting out those notes with fierceness. Love the “ding” after he sings “I’m gonna pay for it”, those little details are so cool and add so much to the complexity imo. And the gritty guitar solo is tasty as hell. You know when the shower is almost too hot to take? That sweet-spot, that’s what this song feels like.
Stand-out lyrics: “And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this.” “I think she said ‘I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.’”
Ever Since New York: So magical and soft. A big contrast after Kiwi, but fitting as the album cools down again. Love the drumming, there’s so much going on in this song. It’s intricate and subtle. Love that he matches his vocals to the tone and the sentiment of each track. With this song, he never tries too hard. He’s just singing like it’s the most effortless thing for him. And the stacked vocals on the chorus is a beautiful touch. Loved when he changed up the notes on this on SNL, and I wish he’d done that on the recorded version as well, but that’s a small complaint.
Stand-out lyrics: “Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote.” “I understand I’m talking to the walls.”
Woman: Love this. His vocals are just stunning, (AGAIN) just the way he drags out the word “know” in that first line -AH! This song is so funky, so dope. It’s simple, but hella catchy. With this song, I feel like everything comes together. Like the lyrical idea feels good and goes perfectly with the sonic recording which goes great with the melody and groove. And the background vocals that start around 3:03 adds a really alluring element to the song.
Stand-out lyric: “I hope you can see the shape that I am in. While he’s touching your skin, he’s right where I should be”.
From the Dining Table: From the second you hear his lips part in this, you’re drawn in. He’s singing in a conversational way, which makes it sound really earnest and vulnerable. And that moment when the strings entered floored me the first time I heard it, it was so unexpected. A beautiful explosion of sounds. To me, this song feels like this scenario: It’s raining. You’re in bed, half asleep, there’s a candle about to smoke out, and it’s making the dozens of shadows in the room dance around..
Stand-out lyrics: “Comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won’t you ever say what you want to say.” “Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too,”
That last one just hit you right in the gut, because it feels so damn authentic and sincere, and that’s something that runs through the whole album imo. It feels exactly like what he should be doing. It’s so him. It never feels contrived or fake. There’s so much heart in it and you can tell that there’s a lot of hard work behind it. There’s not one stand-out weak song, I start playing the first song and I just let it run until it’s done, and that’s rare for me. So THANK YOU more than I could ever explain, Harry. I’m obsessed with this record and I needed it. ❤️
Hanzo probably looks vaguely uncomfortable/guilty every time Genji hangs around him and makes brotherly gestures now bc he’s still riding the “oh my god i tried to kill my baby brother i cannot be forgiven for that” train that returned with a vengeance when Genji reappeared.
Hanzo has a lot of stuff to work through. Genji’s had 10(?) years to look back on the event and what happened and who he is now and come to terms with it and forgive. Hanzo was basically hit with a feels truck + paradigm shift when Genji reappeared into his life so he’s pro ba b ly reliving the consequences of what he did pretty hard all over again.
Anyways, I’m p sure Genji just aggressively wants his big brother to be his big brother again
what i’m loving the most about this scene is that, despite the non-existent history between these two, emori and clarke create this very big contrast between each other: the one who wasn’t loved (emori) vs. the one who was loved (clarke), and the one who thinks they have no choice “you think i have a choice?” (emori) vs. the one who has realized that they always have a choice (clarke).
i love that clarke gets this very close view into emori’s life, because i always found it to be necessary for her to talk to someone on this level - more as an individual who gets to have a heart-to-heart, rather than a leader. it’s not just emori truthfully opening up in this scene about her experiences, insecurities and rage and other types of emotions, but also clarke, who is pushed into a rather sincere communication (if you look at things from her pov) which she initiates.
the things she shares with the audience and emori are so terrifyingly honest - e.g from the things she’s done as a leader and the fact that she can never understand what it feels like to be emori, to be truly alone; the conclusion she shares “but i do know what it feels like”, which harkens back to her first scene with abby where her mother tells her that “no. we have to make a choice” when clarke thinks they have no other choice than to just go along with whatever they need to do; the courage to embrace that truth about herself in these tiny steps; how the narrative highlights how she feels; and how her emotions in regards to her actions don’t even line up with the image of “the commander of death” that emori now places upon herself, because that title has always been less a descriptor of something clarke inherently is and more as something she’s
perceived as due to what she has done. the writers make such good use of the “wanheda” image in this scene by poking holes into it, its pretty great imo.
and don’t even get me started on emori, i’m so down for that girl; she’s so different from any other character we’ve seen on this show so far - especially when you think of the things she was forced to do in order to survive, and how her view drastically sets itself apart from all the others in connection to those actions. anyone want a front-row seat for the time i express my weirdly endearing love for her? it’s for free, i promise. it makes all the more sense why she is so desperate on making this work out the way she planned it (not that i didn’t consider it before to be honest, but emori’s emotional expression put more truth into everything imo), and the twist is mind-freezing because it’s emori who propels the story into a whole new dimension for me, and you’ve got to have some serious talents in order to do that with a viewer like me, just saying, lol.
anyway. essentially this moment is functioning as such a great worst-case scenario for two
characters who put themselves out there. it’s really fascinating.
i mean, i don’t even know what the point of this post is anymore, i’m kinda drifting. but i really love that clarke just gets to be clarke in this scene by creating a contrast to emori, who just gets to be really hardcore emori in this moment. their interaction creates such a great conflict in which you understand both.
summary: where y/n is convinced the guy she loves is a catfish
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request: Hi! I love your writing! Can you please do an imagine where Conor meets the reader on a chat room and they fall in love even when there’s distance between them and Conor is afraid to tell her who he is and when he does she doesn’t know who Conor Maynard is and it’s all funny and fluffy (idk if it made any sense lol)
She knew from the start that it wasn’t practical, but her head and her heart never typically agreed on important matters.
For months, Y/N found herself becoming completely infatuated with him. He was the person she needed him to be, to be the comfort and escape from reality she so desperately wanted. She found herself thinking of him all hours of the day, even making excuses with her friends to sneak in short a phone call, just to hear his voice. However, there was one small problem: the pair had never met in person. Actually— neither had a clue what the other looked like.
Late night boredom, which arose from avoiding a massive amount of uni assignments, somehow led Y/N to an online chatroom, something she hadn’t done since she was in her early teens.
It was all for fun, she didn’t expect anything to come out of it.
She spent over an hour chatting away with strangers, discussing shows and movies, and other aimless topics the others brought up. It wasn’t until she mentioned her music taste that the two struck up a real conversation. They bonded over old school artists, and it seemed that all of their most loved songs of all time were identical.
Y/N wasn’t sure why she had asked for his number rather than any form of social media. Maybe she liked the anonymity of it all. There were no limitations when she couldn’t put a face to the person on the other end of the phone. He felt the same. They had never talked to someone quite like each other. No judgements, no expectations, just a connection that was indefinable.
Their conversations lasted all day. From the moment they woke up to seconds before they went to sleep, they were talking to each other. She told him secrets she hadn’t ever explained to anyone else. He told her she was the only person he felt like just wanted to talk to him for who he was, without any personal gain. She never quite understood what he meant, but accepted it nonetheless.
It’s not to say that they weren’t curious. Despite living a few hours away, they had made plans to hang out a handful of times. But every time they were set to meet, Conor suddenly had an emergency pop up hours before.
Time after time, she had forgiven him, because she could feel that she was in love with him. He reassured her that he felt the same, and that he wanted to meet her more than anything, but there were some things he couldn’t say no to. It was always the same sort of excuse.
“Y/N, I really am sorry, something just came up with work.”
“At the job you never want to go tell me about,” she snapped. They had been talking for almost a year, but he still avoided the topic, only giving minutiae details. He said he worked for a music label in London, but couldn’t tell her everything in case he accidentally spilled something important. “You know, I’ve always been honest with you, it’s not fair that you can’t be like that with me,” she added.
“It’s just more complicated than I can explain, I have to go. I’ll call you later okay?”
“I guess so,” she sighed before ending the call.
After he bailed for the fourth time, she was starting to think her friends were right.
She had waited five months before she ever mentioned Conor’s name to her friends. She was apprehensive to what they might say. And she was right.
“Y/N, how can you say you’re in love with someone and not have any clue who they really are? You don’t even know his last name. For all you know if could be a forty year old man and that’s why he won’t meet you, he’s probably a catfish. This isn’t a real relationship.”
It didn’t make sense to the outside world. But it made sense to Conor and Y/N. It was theirs, not anybody else’s. They decided it wasn’t the right timing to make it official, since they weren’t just a short drive away. But they talked about how maybe one day they could be. She only had a few more classes until she finished her degree, then they could be together. But with the way Conor continuously backed out, Y/N didn’t think that dream was ever going to become a reality.
Every time her mind drifted to those thoughts, she was reminded of all the conversations they had, and what they meant to the both of them. All the times he told her that it had been years since he felt this way about someone. He was telling her everything she wanted to hear, and maybe that was her problem. Maybe it was too good to be true.
When he called her later that night, she was determined to get real answers from him. No more fabricated truth, no more little white lies, he was going to own up to his dishonesty. Either that, or she would have to try and move on.
“What would it mean to you if one day we just stopped talking?” Y/N said into the phone, walking around her apartment before settling onto the couch.
“What do you mean?”
“Like if one day I just stopped answering your calls or texts, if I completely cut you off.”
“I’d be absolutely devastated, probably cry a little,” he joked, unpacking a bag from his latest excursion.
“Well, I’ve been debating if that’s what I should do.”
He paused at the foot of his bed, taken back by what Y/N had just told him.
“And why would you do that? You know how much I love you, I thought you felt the same.”
“Well I know I love you. But I don’t think you’re telling the truth when you say it to me.”
“What do you mean? I wouldn’t just say it if I didn’t mean it. You know how hard it is for me to open up to someone, Y/N.”
“Because when you love someone you don’t keep things from them. And make up excuses when you had plans with them. Four times.”
Conor realized he was going to have to come clean about everything, unless he wanted to risk losing the only person who kept him sane in the past year. “If I tell you everything, will you promise not to think of me any differently?” He pleaded.
“I don’t know why I would treat you differently, unless you’re a fugitive on the run from the government or something,” she responded.
He smiled to himself before readjusting the phone to his ear. “First thing’s first, I don’t work for the label.”
She waited patiently for him to continue, hoping everything would make sense in the coming minutes.
“I don’t work for them, but I’m signed to the label.”
“So you sing?”
“You never told me that,” she said.
“I didn’t want it to be a giveaway.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked, confused.
“Because I’m Conor…you know, Maynard,” he replied, sighing. “If you heard me sing, you’d probably recognize my voice.”
There was a brief silence before she responded. He was terrified that he was about to lose the girl who made him believe in love again, all because he couldn’t be truthful from the start.
“Not to be dramatic or anything, but I really have no clue who Conor Maynard even is,” she laughed.
“Seriously? You really don’t know?” He replied, half-offended, half-relieved. “You’ve never heard of the album Contrast? Really big like five years ago? It even went number one,” he joked.
“I’ve told you, I’ve never really listened to the radio, I only like old stuff,” she confessed, giggling to herself. “I’ll google you, give me a minute.”
Scrolling on her laptop, she searched through dozens of articles and images. “Apparently you’re famous.”
“I mean, I guess, yeah. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you, everyone just wants something from me. I can’t believe you don’t know who I am, I’m kind of hurt actually,” he said sarcastically.
“None of that matters to me, I love you for you. Not because of an album call Contour.”
“I think you mean Contrast,” he chuckled. It was like a weight was lifted off of his shoulder, he could finally be his full self.
“Isn’t that what I said?” She smirked to herself, still amused at the whole thing. “Now that the secret’s out, I expect a proper date. And no more excuses, Mr. Maynard.”
“I promise, love. At least you’ll know who to look for. Do I get to see what you look like now?”
“Nope, I guess you’ll just have to actually show up this time,” she smiled.
It’s a little bit belated because I didn’t think of writing it until the actual birthday, and then I neglected to start it for another day. But please enjoy anyways! More below the readmore
Alex had no problem admitting that he
liked to touch people he liked. He enjoyed and was comforted by the
act of physically affirming his friendships. Who cared, as long as
the other person was okay with it?
Aaron, on the other hand, was more
closed off than a bear trap on the subject. For the longest time,
Alex assumed he was a no-touch kind of person, and respected
accordingly. It was really only a matter of time though, before he
“Finally submitting that report?”
Aaron asked, turning his head slightly as Alex entered.
“Nah,” Alex fell heavily into the
spare client chair Aaron kept. “I’m calling it quits, for once.
There’s been a development that would take hours of work, and it’s
already hours after work. Which reminds me that you should be going,
Aaron blinked, then rubbed his eyes.
“Alexander Hamilton, telling someone to stop working? Now I’ve seen
it all.” He rolled his head, stretched his shoulders, and turned
back to his laptop. “I’m almost done, don’t worry about it.”
Alex knew this would happen. He didn’t
exactly have the moral high ground in this subject. “Well, if I’m
telling you, then you must know how badly you’re pushing it. Come on,
it’s after supper.”
“No one’s waiting for me at home, you
know this,” Aaron shrugged, as if the statement wasn’t utterly
depressing. Alex pointedly did not comment- Burr’s broken engagement
wasn’t recent news, but it had been loud news. Aaron turned back to
his work, eyes squeezing tight against the monitor glare and his own
Alex considered letting Aaron be. It
wasn’t like Aaron hadn’t done the same, when Alex was trying to drown
his problems in work. But then, Alex was prone to snapping the second
anyone tried to make him do something ‘for his own good’, and Aaron
had understood that and simply tried to be there for the fall rather
than control his actions.
It would be pretty shitty of Alex if he
didn’t at least try to reciprocate. Alex dragged his chair over,
sitting beside Aaron instead of across his desk. “I’m still
working, Alexander.” Aaron warned, not even looking over this time.
Alex took the chance to peek at his screen- his notes were riddled
with red error lines, his sentences barely put together. A properly
rested, 100% Aaron Burr would be disgusted by this quality of work.
Alex wasn’t sure what to do, in order
to properly express his open support. So instead, he did what would
have comforted himself. Leaning slowly towards Aaron, Alex slipped an
arm around his side and pulled in. With their sides pressed together,
Alex eased his cheek into Aaron’s shoulder.
It was at that point that Alex suddenly
remembered that Aaron never physically touched anyone and was likely
extremely uncomfortable with the contact. It was also at that exact
moment that Aaron absolutely melted.
His shoulder sagged, and Alex’s head
involuntarily slid to Aaron’s neck, which went boneless as Aaron’s
head tipped back against his. He let out a gusty, pleased sigh and
curled in towards Alex’s half-hold. His eyes slipped shut in
contentment. Then he froze.
Alex was sure the universe had paused
in that moment. Then, it was over as Aaron practically threw himself
back. He scrambled, throwing his jacket on and his laptop into his
bag. “I guess I’m heading home then, it is late after all.”
Aaron’s voice was gruff, but completely unconvincing.
Alex let him run, leaving the door open
in his haste. Slowly, a smile crept onto Alex’s face. Aaron didn’t
hate physical touch. He was starved of it- and embarrassed by his own
Alex could work with that.
“Dude, I’m serious!” Alex’s voice
was insistent through the phone. Hercules rolled his eyes. “Are you
rolling your eyes at me right now!”
“How did you-?” Hercules started,
then cut himself off. “Look, I believe that’s what you thought
happened, but you probably just made him really uncomfortable and you
should apologize!” Honestly, Aaron was such a standoffish person.
The idea that he secretly craved basic physical comfort was
ludicrous. Hell, Alex himself was the one who warned everyone how
much Aaron avoided touching anyone!
Alex let a sharp huff grate through the
speaker. “Herc, you weren’t there. He didn’t just 'not move’. He
relaxed- hell, he more than relaxed. He straight-up melted into me
and made this adorable little sigh. And then he ran.”
Hercules paused. Alex was actually
serious. “And then he ran?” Hercules repeated.
“Yep, and just after he got all
stubborn about working overtime, too. You know he’s been pulling a
'me’ lately.” Alex laughed, a note of well earned self-deprecation.
Hercules understood. It took a lot to drag someone like Aaron from
his work, doubly so if he was pulling an 'Alexander’- overworking to
avoid his emotions.
“Just try it sometime, you’ll see
what I mean.” Alex urged.
“We’ll see,” Hercules answered, and
then hung up. He decided to think about it later.
That later ended up being only days
after the conversation, after Lafayette managed to charm Aaron into
visiting. He’d only agreed to come when Lafayette assured it would
only be with him and Hercules- and Hercules wasn’t sure if he should
be flattered or amused by that.
Aaron looked miserable. His eyes were
baggy, his posture defeated. Already a small person, Aaron looked
tiny with his small slump- a big contrast to his usually perfect,
“You alright?” Hercules felt
obliged to ask, even though he knew the answer.
“Fine, just busy lately.” Aaron
shot him a strained smile. The smile was no more convincing than the
words had been.
Aaron looked like he needed a hug,
specifically, one of Hercules’ signature bear hugs. Instinctively,
Hercules pushed the thought away, because Aaron didn’t like to be
touched. Then, Alex’s words came sneaking back. Aaron was touch
starved, he needed the hug but would never ask for it.
If Alex was wrong, Hercules would kill
him; but right now, his argument was too compelling to ignore. Aaron
started making his way towards the couch, seeming to fold further
into himself with every step. Hercules steeled his nerves and stood
up before he could change his mind.
“Um, what..?” Aaron paused, peering
up at Hercules with an uncertain crease of the brow. Hercules swooped
in, seizing Aaron in the biggest, warmest hug he could give. Aaron
froze for a moment, and Hercules felt a moment of pure panic- and
anger, at Alex; but then the impossible happened.
Aaron made a soft, almost kitten-like
hum as he went completely slack. His arms curled weakly around
Hercules’ side, for just a moment, before sliding down. Aaron buried
his head into Hercules’ chest and took a big, comforting breath. He
exhaled softly, face pressing right above Hercules’ heart.
It was the cutest thing Hercules had
ever witnessed. “Oh my god,” Lafayette whispered gleefully from
the floor in front of the TV, video game setup completely ignored.
The spell broke instantly. Aaron squeaked- an actual, real, tiny
little squeak- and immediately started flailing for freedom.
Because he wasn’t an asshole, Hercules
released his arms. Aaron sprung back with a full-face blush, gasping
like he’d run a marathon. Hercules was wrong- this was even cuter.
“Sorry,” Hercules apologized,
remembering the end of Alex’s story, where Aaron had run like the
devil was after him. “I don’t mean to overstep, but it really
looked like you needed a hug.” Hercules decided to be truthful, and
prayed that Lafayette had the sense to refrain from teasing right
Aaron paused at the words, slowly
composing himself rather than bailing outright. “Okay,” He said
quietly. “I guess I did.”
Predictable, that Aaron would agree
without making it clear if he was saying he looked like he needed the
hug, or if he actually did need it. It didn’t matter though, because
Hercules could see through it. Aaron had definitely needed the hug,
and that changed everything.
The bulk of Fate Stay Night’s plot relies heavily on protagonist Shirou’s conflict with his ideals, his relationships with the three main heroines, and his dream of one day becoming a hero of justice or an ideal hero to everyone. While you have the power to influence Shirou’s decisions, namely which route to pick among the three and which girl he should pursue, or better yet, how not to land in a Bad End (unless you want to see all those wacky Tiger Dojo antics, which you can only watch if you deliberately get Bad Ends - we all know you do -), most of the decisions in the VN are heavily reliant on you acting like Shirou and not as yourself, which is proof that Shirou is not your average run in the mill vanilla self-insert MCs in VNs nowadays (trust me, some of the “rational” choices there in the game are guaranteed to net you Bad Ends). Regardless of what anyone thinks of him as a character, it’s generally agreed that Shirou is one of the, if not the most complex MC in VN history.
On the other hand, while we all know that Shirou is the overall narrator and main character of the popular VN Fate/Stay Night, since it centers on his growth in different ways in all three routes (UBW being my favorite overall), Rin is the second most important character in the whole VN and I’m saying this not because I’m biased towards her, but because compared to Sakura and Saber, whose roles may be minimal outside their routes, Rin’s importance in all three routes never diminishes, regardless of her not being the main heroine of Fate and HF. There’s also the fact that her development heavily mirrors and runs parallel to Shirou’s in the entire VN, developing alongside him even outside UBW, and that she’s the narrator and MC in both the Prologue and the Epilogue of the game. She gets to narrate several times in UBW too. Love interest in the route or not, she’s definitely the main heroine here, even if Saber’s the poster girl for the series (Dang you Takeuuuuchiiiii!!!).
By the way, they’re also the selectable main characters in the FHA mini-game Capsule Servant, so there.
Them aside, Saber gets the bulk of the focus in the Fate route, relegating Shirou’s MC status to that of a supporting protagonist (he’s still the main POV, but doesn’t quite have the hand on the plot compared to the next two routes), while Sakura is the main love interest in Heaven’s Feel, as the “princess” Shirou has to rescue amid the gray morality he faces there and the dark machinations behind the HGW.
In Fate/ Unlimited Codes, literally everyone in FSN (except Kuzuki for some reason tbh) is the protagonist, unlike Melty Blood since FUC is an alternate retelling of FSN in each of the characters’ POV.
Fate/Prototype and Fragments of Silver and Blue (prequel):
Protagonist: Ayaka Sajyou (Fate/Prototype) and Manaka Sajyou (Fragments of Silver and Blue prequel series)
Before Shirou, Rin and gender-flipped King Arthur existed, there was the shy but strong-willed Ayaka Sajyou and her Servant, the actual male King Arthur, Saber. Being Rin, Shirou, and Sakura’s prototype (being the main character with a penchant for attracting people of the opposite gender without really trying, she’s Shirou. Backstory, magical potential, relationship with her Servant, and personality-wise, she’s a fusion between Rin and Sakura), it would’ve been interesting to see if Nasu actually went through with this project before FSN. Would’ve been fun, I guess.
Then there was her crazy older sister, Manaka Sajyou, who is the main villain of the main series and the villain protagonist of Prototype’s prequel novel, Fragments of Silver and Blue, who serves as Ayaka’s Saber’s original Master there. If you gotta ask who she was prototype of in FSN, I’d say she’s a mix between FSN!Illya (inability to grow, plus her sweet childishness and sociopathic personality but without her heroic and sympathetic traits),Dark Sakura (her scary, psychopathic personality, insanity, and her connection to the Greater Grail. Unlike D!Sakura though, Manaka was already purposely and intentionally evil from the start whereas prior to darkening and after a series of breaking, Sakurawas corrupted whereasManaka didn’t need to be). If the novel’s anything, Manaka, powerlevel-wise, is, according to Nasu, omnipotence in human form. Poor Ayaka has a lot of problems in store for her.
Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya:
Protagonist: Illyasviel von Einzbern
Deuteragonist: Miyu Edelfelt
It’s a world where Illya gets to finally live a happy, normal (well, not for long) life in contrast to her FSN counterpart whose life was anything but unicorns and rainbows, what more could you ask for?
Because their backgrounds are staunchly different from one another, the Illya in this verse is much more relaxed (well, if you don’t count her exasperation sometimes to her friends’ hijinks), is happier (yay!), is actually a regular (by a certain definition) kid instead of the experimented homunculus we all love, and is much, much more genuinely heroic than FSN!Illya, who is more than happy to give you one horrific Bad End to the next (she is heroic though, but is much more sociopathic than Prisma!Illya). She’s also a Magical Girl here, so yay!.
As for Miyu, she makes an awesome foil to this verse’s Illya and their relationship as friends is really sweet. Without spoiling much of the plot, let’s just say that Miyu here is the Fate! equivalent to PMMM’s Homura Akemi with a dash of Fate from Nanoha mixed into her. In the Fate ‘verse? She’s basically Sakura backstory-wise while she has bits of Alice’s (from Mahoyo) personality down.
Protagonist: Kiritsugu Emiya
Deuteragonist: Kirei Kotomine
Tritagonist: Waver Velvet
(All three are at the center)
In this story, we get to see how big of a contrast Kiritsugu was to Shirou back before the events of FSN happened as an ally of justice despite having nearly the same dreams and ideals with each other, and wow, what a difference
(if you don’t count the Mind of Steel Bad End in HF and his other, possible future self that is *wink wink*)! Fate Zero shows us the inevitable tragic outcome of events that led to Kiritsugu’s ideals betraying him and ultimately destroying him by the end of Zero’s HGW and before the very start of FSN’s story.
Kirei gets to be the main antagonist and deut as well for being in direct opposition to Kiritsugu and the role his growth plays in the story (oh, you get to see how Team Yuetsu’s formed too). From passive foe with deep-seated issues he himself can’t even comprehend, to ironically a conscientious, sociopathic villain who takes glee in seeing people suffer before him, Kirei’s actions and machinations throughout the entire plot move the story along while building up a climactic climax and destined clash between him and Kiritsugu.
And finally, Waver’s character development here serves to give us the more traditional and heroic coming of age story in contrast to his fellow MCs above who followed a more nominally heroic, and in Kirei’s case, descent into villainy route. The story puts in a lot of focus on his relationship with his Rider too, and I’m glad they did ‘cause they delivered their development well. Oh, and he pops up in the epilogue of the 2015 UBW anime too as a special cameo.
Fate/Extra and Fate/Extra CCC
Protagonist: Hakuno(M)/ Hakunon(F) Kishinami
Deuteragonist: The Servant of the player’s choice: Saber (Nero), Archer (EMIYA), Caster (Tamamo no Mae) and in CCC, Gilgamesh
Compared to most silent MCs in their position, the Kishinamis of your choice have an actual personality and you don’t have to fill in the blanks yourself to imagine what they’re like, even though you don’t get to hear or see them speak in the entirety of your playthrough (you do get to see what goes on in their heads at least).
As for the Servants, well, let’s just say that their backgrounds and relationships with Hakunon/ Hakuno are of equal importance to the game’s plot.
Protagonist: Bazett Fraga Mcremitz and Servant Avenger (Angra Mainyu)
Heroine: Caren Ortensia
Putting aside the SOL scenarios in FHA which focus more on the FSN crew having fun, we have the main plot of Bazett, an Enforcer from Mage’s Association who wakes up under strange circumstances with no recollection of the events that happened to her prior to the events of the 5th HGW whatsoever. Discovering a mysterious entity known as the Avenger-class Servant, or simply Avenger, who happens to look exactly like a darker version of a certain MC, Bazett finds out that every time she and Avenger die, time would always rewind itself to the first day of the events of FHA, creating a time loop with some deviations in the events that occur each time. In the midst of it all is Caren Ortensia, a mysterious nun who appears in Fuyuki to serve as Kirei’s replacement as both local priest and overseer. Just what is her connection to that fake priest? To find out, play the game, or, watch Carnival Phantasm.
Protagonists: Kane Himuro, Yukika Saegusa and Kaede Makidera
This comedic 4-koma series follows the lives of the track trio, and tells us what they did while the 5th HGW was taking place in FSN. Hilarity ensues.
Protagonist: Literally all the contenders present, but Gilgamesh and Enkidu get emphasized focus here
Both the novel and the manga have no real set main protagonist in this Fate entry since literally everyone gets the limelight and their own personal chapters with them as the main character, but Gilgamesh and Enkidu’s stories are given the bigger spotlight here, at least in the earliest chapters.
Protagonists: Ruler (Jeanne d’ Arc) and Homunculus (eventually, Sieg)
The events of Apocrypha revolve around the battle between the Red and Black factions, and while the moral alignments between each side would vary, it’d be a bad idea to make any of the members of either team as a central protagonist without any biases on the side they’re on whatsoever. So the best choice for central protagonist/s would be someone from a neutral faction. This is why the Ruler faction, consisting of Ruler herself and the homunculus Sieg, are the main POVs and the main contenders of Apocrypha’s take on the HGW. Seeing the events of a War they’re not supposed to have direct participation in (Ruler’s job as an overseer of the War prohibits her from directly interfering in it unless the Grail is endangered) through their POV is a breath of fresh air.
Protagonist/s: Shirouko and Rin-kun, I mean, Gudako and Gudao (Ritsuka Fujimaru for the male protagonist in the First Order anime)
Heroine/Deuteragonist: Mashu Kyrielite
Okay, those aren’t their official names, but that’s what the official 4koma and promotional materials called them so we’re sticking to them alright?
So the mobile game follows their exploits as the new members of the organization Chaldea, and they’re tasked to save the future from its foreseen inevitable end by competing in many different HGWs throughout different timelines. They also have the ability to summon more than one Servant too (that is if Kirei doesn’t spook you, otherwise…). Always faithfully by their side is FGO’s main heroine Mashu Kyrielite, their beloved kouhai who is fused with an unnamed Servant who wields a large and powerful shield in combat, using that Servant’s skills to fight and to protect the protagonist/s in battle.
Welp. That’s everyone folks! Tell me if I’m missing some people or otherwise. Toodles!