Facts about the Why Don't We Boys!

here are a few facts about the boys:
~Jack Robert Avery~
•He is 18 years old
•He was born on July 1st, 1999 (Cancer)
•He is the second oldest of 4
•He has three sisters (Isla Stanford, Ava Stanford, Sydnie Avery)
•He was born in Burbank, California but quickly moved to Susquehanna, Pennsylvania before he reached the age 1.
•He grew a fan base on his amazing piano and guitar skills.
•oh and his cute face
•He went on tour, IMPACT, along with Zach Herron and Corbyn Besson.
•Jack is known as the renaissance man in the band.
•He skateboards and plays basketball.
•His parents are divorced; he lives with his mom
•His dad remarried a Portuguese woman but then later divorced her. (dont ask why I know this)
•His older sister Syd, has her own clothing line and it’s freaking cute (
•His hair was originally straight but he permed it.
• He has an ex-girlfriend named Paige
~Zachary Dean Herron~
•He is 16
•He was born on May 27, 2001 (Gemini)
•He is the youngest member of WDW
•He was born and raised in Dallas, Texas.
•A video of him singing “Stitches” went viral, having over 10 million views.
• He gained a lot of followers on his Instagram and YouTube channel by posting his own covers.
•He is the oldest of his other siblings (Ryan and Reese)
•He’s an older, cuter, hit-puberty version of Jacob Sartorius.
•He released two singles in 2016, Timelapse and Why.
•He went on tour, IMPACT, accompanied with Corbyn Besson and Jack Avery.
•He’s got these red cheeks that are frickin adorable
•His mom is asian and his dad is white. (?)
•His dad supposedly makes the best breakfast burritos
•He also loves those egg things w/ the mustard in it.
~Daniel James Seavey~
•He is 18 years old
•He was born on April 2nd, 1999 (Aries)
•He has three other siblings (Anna, Tyler, Chris)
•He is from Vancouver, Washington
•He appeared on the show, American Idol, season 14 and made it to top 9
•He was the youngest contestant on that season
•He impressed Jennifer Lopez right away with his young age and talent.
•After losing the show, he turned to YouTube to post covers and collabs w/ Lovey James.
•His father and him would play music on the streets of Portland.
•Whenever he smiles, the earth quakes and the girls’ knees wobble.
•He freaking loves watermelon
•Apparently he has pure hatred for stuffing
•He’s crafty and artistic.
•He plays too many instruments, I can’t even count that high
~Corbyn Matthew Besson~
•He is 18 years old
•He was born on November 25, 1998 (Sagittarius)
•He is from Texas but later on moved to Virginia
•He has 2 other siblings (Ashley and Jordan)
•He’s currently dating Christina Marie (YouTube/YouNow star) @beautychickee
•His fave ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip (my fave!)
•He’s the king at roasting people
•He’s aesthetic af
•Christina and him are goals
•He went on the IMPACT tour with Jack Avery and Zach Herron
•He dropped a single on iTunes called “The Only One”
•He has a YouTube channel where he posts a lot of his song covers
•He gained over 100,000 followers on YouNow
~Jonah Marais Roth Frantzvich~
•He’s 19 years old
•He was born on June 16, 1998 (Gemini)
•He is the oldest member of WDW
•He is from Stillwater, Minnesota
•He has two other siblings (Esther Grace & Zebulon)
•He was on the DigiTour 2014
•He gained a mass following on YouNow
•He owns a cute farm
•His hometown is so old fashion and flipping gorgeous
•He’s known as the foodie of the band.
•He put out an EP “When The Daylights Gone”
•He used to play baseball
•He loves to post about potatoes
•He got signed to “26” by Chad Grier (Nash & Hayes’s father)
•He gets underrated in the band but honestly he deserves all the love in the world :)
•In his farm, he has a chicken named Daisy
•There’s a tattoo on his upper arm of (i think) a duck.
I hope this helped! I made this post for anyone who’s new to the fandom or for the people who just wants to know them better. These are just a few facts I have gathered about the boys. If anyone wants to add a little facts to this feel free!

like/reblog if you learned something new xx

yoi fic rec list, part 1

You want heartwarming stuffs between two people who love one another?

I Have Died Every Day Waiting For You by DawneAlex

When he was 8 years old, he and his mother made a deal.

When he was 15 years old, he found out that it was hard to find himself attracted to anyone.

When he was 21 years old, he’d given up on finding love.

And when he was 24 years old, Katsuki Yuuri’s mother informed him that he was engaged.




 A Silhouette of Three by Anna (arctic_grey)

Yuuri and Viktor are aiming for a third consecutive Grand Prix gold as the new skating season rolls around. Halfway through the qualifiers, however, Yuuri realises that he’s pregnant. He can either tell Viktor, who he knows would freak out and demand that he withdraw from the Grand Prix, or he can keep his mouth shut, keep his mate at bay, and win the gold that he’s worked so hard for.

Easier said than done.




Nocturne by Nostalgia-in-Starlight (UniverseEndingParadox)

It’s a charmed life, rife with luxury and glamour and a doting husband who gives him the world on a silver platter. But it’s also a peculiarly lonely life, being married to the underboss of one of the biggest ‘yakuza’ in operation. Viktor wouldn’t trade it - or his husband - for any other world.


A day in the life of Mafia Wife!Viktor.




properly by Vitali (exocara)

Yuuri’s gaze snaps to Viktor and he sees that Viktor is watching the proposal with a small, wistful smile on his mouth and slightly shining eyes. Yuuri can read the longing in them and that is the moment that he realizes:

He never actually proposed to Viktor.




lovesick by Ironinkpen

“Did the doctor send you?” When Yuuri doesn’t reply fast enough, since he’s still gaping like a fish, he turns to Yuri. “Did the doctor send him? Because wow,” He drops his arm and presses his hand to his chest like the dramatic bastard he is. “You’ve got to be the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh my god,” Yuri groans. “Is he hitting on you?”

(In which Yuuri worries, Viktor’s on the good drugs, and Yuri puts up with a whole bunch of bullshit.)


Eugene Onegin: drunk and singing karaoke at every high society party, Pechorin’s best friend and big brother

Pyotr Verkhovensky: stalking Stavrogin’s Instagram and Myspace, tagging their photographs #meandmybetterhalf #красавец #lookatthesuniinvented, otherwise respectable forthcoming world leader and your favourite politician

Nikolai Stavrogin: worked as model in spite of the strong disapproval of his mother while ‘studying’ = becoming notorious for his excessive debauchery in Petersburg, among his scandals marrying drunk because of a bet, being suspicious of various crimes including murders and speculations about his bromance (?) and collaboration on the election campaign with a young ambitious politician

Aleksey Kirillov: chooses ‘suicide and the postulate for existence of God in an a priori meaningless world’ as theme for school project (probably yelled Vive la republique! Liberté, egalité, fraternité ou la mort! after presenting his project and jumped out of the window which was, however, on the ground floor so nothing really happened except his reputation as ‘that nutty Les Mis fanatic…’ ever since)

Uncle Vanya: taking care of the estate, always doing work for others, complains about lethargy, follows healthy lifestyle blogs and tries the paleo diet but no matter, everything is same as ever

Pierre Bezukhov: socially awkward, unsuccessfully attempts to become a dandy, daydreaming about Napoleon in history class

Andrei Bolkonsky: cynical, disillusioned and depressed, disappointed by the reality of conservative values such as family life and military career gradually abandons his earlier beliefs and finds peace in unconventional relationship with a younger woman and general forgiveness for all, in other words becomes a Buddhist or some beat generation freak idk

Dmitry Karamazov: has existential moments in pubs, doesn’t even need to be drunk to act like an ass

Ivan Karamazov: too intelligent, everyone at school hates him, tired of his family, could have chosen theoretical physics but studies philosophy, morality is his fav problematic, sometimes throws altruist books against the wall

Alyosha Karamazov: never screams, always nice, helps small kids with their homework, rides a bicycle everywhere

Yuri Zhivago: wants to buy Red Velvet Cake Crème Frappuccino at Starbucks, buys Oreo Shake at Coffeeshop Company instead

Yermolai Lopakhin: tough childhood, sad eyes, successful business, marriage never

Rodion Raskolnikov: Nietzsche’s greatest fan, likes reading the Bible anyway, goes to anonymous alcoholics sessions just to declare that he’s fine and walk away, sometimes sleepwalking looking for a bloody sock (maybe that’s how he got the nickname Lady Macbeth), obsessed with cleanness, always thinks he has a red stain on his clothing and shoes, begins conversation with strangers by telling them about ideal murder

Dmitry Razumikhin: does pub crawls frequently, everyone’s favourite drinking pal, brings people home in his arms after three bottles of vodka

Anna Karenina: says shopping malls and birthday parties are dumb but still goes there, thinks she’s going to die each time she argues with the boyfriend or the boyfriend argues with the husband

Konstantin Levin: refuses to buy a smartphone, has own eco farm and environmentally friendly bio cosmetics label named Levinder, everything handmade!

Yevgeny Bazarov: gets PhD in medicine and doesn’t care, gets Nobel prize and doesn’t care, gets incurable disease leading to death and doesn’t care but he would like to kiss that girl he just saw through the window

Ilya Oblomov: lying in bed all day watching the same channel with soap operas and Bollywood dramas because he is too lazy to get up and fetch the remote control

Taras Bulba: dad of the year, likes listening to (Cossack) songs by Кубанский казачий хор [this means you should listen to their songs, I love them]

Dmitry Rudin: always talking about his dreams, going to America, starting jogging, learning Japanese and finding a girlfriend, gets invited on a date, doesn’t go, always bitching about politics, never voted

Behemoth: that fat black tomcat who is going to take over your apartment, yeah, that one lying on your couch

The Man from Underground: sits on a bench in the park and talks to himself, makes fun of himself and doesn’t mean it, compliments you and doesn’t mean it, forever alone

Pavel Chichikov: falsifying fuel consumption, making nonexistent trade agreements, doesn’t pay taxes, lmao why

Lev Myshkin: cinnamon roll too pure and good for this world, never dresses accordingly to the weather outside, doesn’t speak sarcasm, charity hero, unintentionally breaks every fragile object in 20 km distance, didn’t get the driver’s licence, pope’s rival

Nastasya Filippovna: girl growing up on Princess Diaries, steals your man, then cries, apologises to you, then slaps you

Grigory Pechorin: does nothing all day except partying and getting into fights, rotting with melancholy and futility of existence, watches Death Note and reads dark manga, always bored, thinks he’s lord Byron

the frozen timeline explained 

let us begin with this screenshot from frozen fever. as you can see in the top left corner there is a date clearly marked. it reads MDCCCXL or 1840. in the frozen fever deluxe novel it states “her little sister’s birthday was just weeks away, at summer solstice.” and “she had accidentally hurt anna with them once (her powers) and, worried that might happen again, had cut herself off from her sister and the rest of the kingdom until a year ago.

we learn two things here. anna’s birthday is indeed on the summer solstice and frozen took place one year earlier. july (oaken confirms this in the film) 1839. we know anna is eighteen in the film. so if we work backwards we know she was born on june 21st, 1821. elsa is three years older than anna, at twenty-one during the film so she would be born on december 22nd 1817, winter solstice. while it does not explictly say it is on the solstice, the story “elsa’s (surprise) surprise party” from the frozen storybook collection starts off “one bright winter morning…”. so i will take what jen lee said about elsa’s birthday being on the solstice as fact here.

olaf’s frozen adventure seems to be the one confusing everyone but it is fairly simple. it is suppose to take place during their first holiday since the gates opened. this is confirmed by the song “ring in the season”.

A: the first christmas in forever

E: since we opened up the gates

A: and it’s the first christmas i remember to date

A & E: and it’s already worth the wait

it is not unheard of for studios to do prequels in the middle of a film franchise so i don’t see why this one is so hard for people to grasp.

so to recap…

frozen: july 1839

olaf’s frozen adventure: december 1839

frozen fever: june 21st 1840

i feel like there was more i wanted to add before i started this but i can’t think of anything else at the moment so i will end it here. thank you for your time. 

anonymous asked:

ABO ;)



And if you’re still looking for more A/B/O fics, you can find more recs on these two asks, as well as on our A/B/O tag . Hope this helps, and as always, happy reading!

Oncologist! Jihoon

Originally posted by lobeu-my-carrots

  • Is amazing at his job
  • He’s known as a hard ass to work with but everyone looks up to him
  • Is an amazing surgeon
  • All the interns had a love hate relationship with them
  • He was super strict but was considered on of the top oncologists in the country so it was an honour to work with him
  • If they ever brought up or made fun of his height he would make their rotation with him a living hell
  • He knew he was short, he didn’t need reminding. But if you really wanna make fun of the guy who is one the best oncologists in Korea maybe even the world you kinda deserve it
  • Workaholic to the max
  • It was once rumored that he sold his apartment and just lived in the on-call room
  • Seriously, it’s live he never left though

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Eurovision 2017 according to my phone's voice recognition
  • Albania: Linda you have any
  • Armenia: art speak
  • Australia: Isaiah fire breaks
  • Austria: Nathan trend
  • Azerbaijan: do you have much
  • Belarus: not be banned
  • Belgium: launch
  • Bulgaria: Christiane coastal's
  • Croatia: cool deck
  • Cyprus: Hoovie
  • Czechia: Martin about that
  • Denmark: aneurysm
  • Estonia: koi told me and Laura
  • Finland: norma John
  • France: Alma
  • FYR Macedonia: Chester
  • Georgia: taco gotcha do you like say
  • Germany: let me know
  • Greece: Demi
  • Hungary: Yoshi Popeye
  • Iceland: Savella
  • Ireland: Brandon Murray
  • Israel: impressive
  • Italy: Francesco got Bonnie
  • Latvia: three Anna park
  • Lithuania: fused Mark
  • Malta: Claudia funny LOL
  • Moldova: sunstroke project
  • Montenegro: Slavko cavity
  • Netherlands: oh Jean
  • Norway: joust
  • Poland: calcium loss
  • Portugal: Salvador so bro
  • Romania: Inca featuring Alex Floria
  • Russia: do your family love her
  • San Marino: Valentina Moneda and Jimmy Wilson
  • Serbia: Savage
  • Slovenia: call Martin Albert
  • Spain: my nail Navarro
  • Sweden: Open Bing soon
  • Switzerland: Time though
  • United Kingdom: Lucy Jones
  • Ukraine: oh Torvalds

-this imagine is written in first person instead of second-

“What’s your Earth even like?” Leonard asked me, as we stood in a more secluded room on the Waverider. Leonard and I had just been hanging out, more recently in silence. I bet he was wondering why I had been so distant with him and nobody else. It was hard to look at him here, on this world, and him not knowing anything about me. 

“It’s beautiful.” I answered hesitantly. “I never really appreciated it until I came here. My world has gorgeous technology and stunning architecture. It’s my home.”

I bit my lip and decided to say something that maybe I should keep to myself. “I know you, on my world.” 

Leonard’s eyebrows furrowed, and he turned his head more to me. “What do you mean?” 

“Most everyone on this Earth has a doppelgänger on Earth-Two, my Earth,” I explained. “But everyone and their doppelganger are different. Nurture wins against nature. There’s a (y/n) (l/n) on this Earth, Earth-One. I know Leonard Snart on Earth-Two.”

“Who am I?”

I choked out a laugh. “You’re going to laugh,” He raised his eyebrows, “You’re the mayor of Central City.”

He laughed, a God’s honest laugh and it reminded me so much of my Len. His blue eyes shined and it made me homeick for a home I can never go back to, or at least, until Barry could find a way to get me back. “You have three kids. May Anna, she’s twelve,” I smiled, thinking of my oldest girl, about to be a teenager, “Jackson Robert, he just turned eight,” my baby boy, “and, uh, Lisa Y/N. She’s four.”

“Lisa Y/N?” Leonard asked. I nodded my head. 

“After your sister and me.”

“After you?”

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly. Zoom had made it so your children were left alone, without their mother.

“You must’ve meant a lot to me for me to name one of my kids after you.” I wanted to bite my tongue. I wanted to leave it at that and not tell him any more about our lives on our world, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“We were going to name the next boy after you.” Leonards playful smile vanished. His eyes widened. 

“We?” I nodded. I went to my left hand ring finger and took off the wedding band and let Leonard see it. He held it by the tips of his fingers. He looked at the inscription on the inside. I knew it by heart. I love you. I will always love you. -Len

“We were married?”

“We are married.”

requested by: anonymous

p.s.- I loved writing this imagine, thank you for requesting it, Anon.

Tripping Over the Blue Line (10/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.

Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: I love Elsa and Anna and that is a trend that will continue going forward. Do not try and ignore Elsa when she’s calling you, basically. I am just in constant awe of how much you guys love this story and it’s the nicest and you’re all the nicest. As always, I am nothing without @laurnorder, @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan. Tell them they’re fantastic internet. I’ve also started tag’ing any messages I get “blue line rambles” so that’s also happening. 
Hanging out on Ao3, & tag’ed up from the start on Tumblr

His hand was killing him.

No scratch that – his entire body was killing him, every single muscle and nerve ending and something in the general vicinity of his collarbone. It all felt like it was twisted and turned and pinched in a way Killian was almost certain was impossible.

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Anna Kendrick + Bechloe

Each of the girls had her time to answer one question and off all the things in the world of all the three movies Anna chose to spend aLL HER FREAKING TIME talking about Bechloe.

We prob not gonna get what we wanted (a canon ship) but for her to do this for us, on top of EVERYTHING she always does to validate us…. Ugh. I dont have words for how much love I have for Kendrick right now.

Christmas with the Maynards // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1410

Summary- You go to Brighton to visit your in-laws for the holidays.

Warnings; Language

A/n; This should be named a sorry excuse for an imagine tbh

Requested; It took me so long to do this, I’m so sorry! 

req;  I know you get a lot of jack requests, but can you do a Christmas imagine where you go down to Brighton for Christmas and spend the weekend there visiting family and friends and then spend the evening with jacks family playing games with your kids and the grandparents! I hope that makes sense thank you x


“Jack, let’s go! We’re going to be late!” You called, rolling your eyes. Your kids ran down first, all bundled up in very poorly buttoned coats. “Look mommy! I did it all by myself!” Your 4 year old daughter cried, excitedly. “Yeah!” Your two year old joined in, stumbling over his huge jacket. You laughed, shaking your head. “And you did a great job, but can Mommy fix it? I don’t want you to get ill!” They both nodded, and you fixed them up.

As you finished, Jack came tumbling down the stairs, a heap of bags on the floor. “What the.. Jack? Why do you have like 10 bags?!” You exclaimed, startled. “Well, what if our little princess wants to play dressup? O-Or dolls!? Or if our little astronaut wants his stuffed animals? Or-” you cut him off, walking over and grabbing his shoulders. “Jack, we’re going for a weekend. We don’t need to bring the entire house!”

“Are you sure? But what if-” Jack said, and you sighed. It was your first Christmas taking both your kids to Brighton, because usually, Jack’s family would come down here, and your family lived in London. “Yes, I’m sure Jack. We can barely fit the few bags of clothes and all the presents as it is!” You yelled, and your children perked up. “Presents?!” They exclaimed, and you shook your head. “For Uncle Conor, Gran and Grandad.” You said, and they pouted.

“Let’s go Maynards! It’s time to go!” You called, and the kids cheered, running to the front door. Your daughter attempted to do her own shoes, being at the ‘I can do it all by myself’ stage. You laughed, helping her, despite her protests. You did the same with your son, picking him up, and grabbing your daughter’s hand with the other.

“Jack! Let’s go!” You called, and you heard a “Coming!”, before a loud crash echoed through the room. “I’m okay!” He called, and you shook your head, chuckling to yourself for marrying someone like Jack. Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing in every way, but damn, he was very uptight when it came to his kids; spoiling them much more than necessary and always insisting they need the best of the best. Bringing the kids out to the car, you strapped them both into their seats and set them up with dvd players.

You were about to climb into the car, when Jack stumbled out of the front door, barely keeping his footing. The pile of bags was in front of his eyes, and he blindly made his way (tragically) over to the car. “Need some help there, hotshot?” You teased, and he grunted, dropping the bags. “Maybe you’re right. Less stuff, the better.” He said, stretching his sore arms. “Alright, you. Get in the car, I’ll pack it up.” You said, and he shook his head in protest.

You gave him a look, and he sighed. You didn’t give him any look. It was the look. The look you gave telling him he better get his ass in the damn car and do what you say or all hell would break loose. That look. He obliged with a heavy sigh, climbing into the driver’s side as you slid the bags into the trunk, packing them with ease. You were an organized person (most of the time, anyways), and had no problem finding room for everything. You did a quick glance over, making sure you didn’t forget anything.

Satisfied, you nodded, closing the trunk and climbing into the passenger’s side of the vehicle. “Ready to go, Maynard family?” You asked, and the kids cheered in the back, Jack smiling at the sounds, even though his eyes were glued ahead on the road, as he pulled out of the driveway and you began your road trip.

After what felt like forever, you finally arrived in Brighton, and Jack pulled up into the parking lot of his parents’ house. You peeked in the mirror, seeing both kids fast asleep, and you smiled, adoringly. You stepped out of the car, and ever so gently, you and Jack carried the kids inside. Your daughter woke up almost immediately, sleepily asking “Are we there yet?”, a loud yawn following. Nodding towards the house, your daughter looking, an excited look replacing the sleepy one.

She wiggled out of your grasp, running to the front door and knocking, much more than necessary. The door swung open, revealing your very joyful mother-in-law, Helen. As soon she she laid eyes on your daughter, she swept her up into her arms, making the child squeal. “Oh good, you’re here! I hope the drive was alright?!” She asked you, kindly, yet worriedly. “Of course, Helen. Thank you.” You smiled, and Jack followed, your still-sleeping son in his arms.

Gary (Jack’s father) gently took your son, bouncing him gently. You greeted him and Helen with hugs, as well as your brother and sister-in law, Conor and Anna. You all exchanged greetings, and as soon as all hugs were given, Jack was out the door to get the bags, and you could already see him struggling. “Conor?” You asked, your tone implying what you wanted. “Got it. I’ll help him.” Conor winked, jogging out to help his brother, who ultimately looked like he’d collapse at any given moment.

As the boys brought in all your bags, (which weren’t that many, but they were filled pretty full), you sat down with Anna and Helen, talking about the boys and just chatting away. It was nice; you absolutely loved Jack’s family, they were all so kind and accepting of you, as one of their own. Your daughter ran over after playing with Gary for a bit, holding up a box, much bigger than her little arms could manage. You took it from her, looking between her begging face, and the box.

“You want to play with this?” You asked, confused. “Grandad says it’s monopoly!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down. “Oh, alright then.” You smiled, carrying the box over. “Hey, I wanna play too!” Your son, who had long since woken up, cried. “Ooh! Me too! Me too!” Conor cried, entering the room, Jack following suit. “Well, I’m in!” Gary said, chuckling along. He looked at Conor and Jack, and they had a silent conversation through their expressions. “What do you say, Maynard family game night? Girls against us manly males?” Gary challenged, and the three of you (Anna, Helen, and yourself) all exchanged glances. “You’re on.”

Safe to say, the girls easily beat the guys. “I carried our team, let’s be honest.” Conor said, confidently, as you all sat in the living room, preparing to exchange presents. “Did not! It was me!” Jack said, in mock offense. “Nah, I made both of yous. It was me.” Gary teased. “Me!” Your son cried, and everyone laughed. “Definitely a Maynard, that one!” Helen said, making everyone laugh once again. “I think I can live with not carrying the team, only for my amazing Nephew.” Conor said, winking at your son, who giggled quietly.

“Can we do presents, Mommy?” Your daughter asked, stifling a yawn. You smiled, looking to Helen, silently asking for permission. “Of course, sweetie!” She exclaimed, jumping up. “Alright Maynards! Present time!!” She yelled, and the Maynard brothers, (who’d been playing FIFA), turned off the game and came over. You all sat in a circle, passing the first presents to your son and daughter, who had been waiting impatiently since you’d left the house.

After exchanging gifts, it was quite late, and you’d put the kids to bed. Now you were sat in the living room, a cup of tea in hand, Jack’s arm around your shoulders. It was about 12am, and Helen and Gary had long since gone to bed as well. Anna and Conor stood up, bidding you both goodnight. Now, it was the two of you, alone on the couch, sitting in a comfortable silence.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your family?” You asked, gently. “Many, many times.” Jack chuckled, running a hand through your hair. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “But you know what?” He added, much quieter. You moved to look up at him, curiosity sparkling in your eyes. “You’re a Maynard too, Y/N. That makes it your family too, you’ll always be my family, my home, and no matter what, we’ll always be your family.”

Quick overview

The first of the ‘free units’ you get in heroes I’m looking at and quite the bluntly the worst of the three. While Anna has her speed and Sharena has her Overall well rounded-ness, Alfonse has decent defence and high attack, which with his weapon he’s able to pull off well, though 25 speed is incredibly low for a red unit. However this isn’t his main problem. It’s more the fact that he’s a red unit, any other colour and Alfonse would arguably be a lot better. He’s just out classed by so many heroes its hard to justify using him over them. However its still worth training him at the very least to 4 star as he’ll always be a bonus unit/quest unit.

Base kit

So at 5 star he has access to Folkvangr which grants +5 atk under 50%. Amazing passive on a slow unit….. Its still useable however he’s going to want vantage to make full use of it. He then has Sol which with his defence can be okay but ideally you’d then just give him Aether + Quickened pulse, its useable but he wants a shorter cooldown skill. Death Blow is amazing for him. essentially means at base his 51 atk is now 57, which if at below 50%hp is now 63. Not to be messed with. Finally Spur atk is well spur atk, its support if you need it. In case you didn’t guess he’s all about attack. 

To round him off Reciprocal aid and Vantage are two great skills to round him off, Vantage and Sol seems counter intuitive However it means he’ll recover more hp due to the increased attack buffs and live potentially. Another solid option is Brash assault though you need to be able to live the counter hit.

Suggest set

Offence is the best defence

No ivs

Folkvangr, Reciprocal aid, Draconic aura/Bonfire

Death Blow 3, Vantage 3/Hit and run/Swordbreaker 3, Savage Blow 3/Any c skill

So this set is meant to decimate foes while still being Bulky. As mentioned before hand if attacking with less than 50% hp he’ll wipe most foes who aint blue, or named Zephiel. He won’t have to worry about being vulnerable though Vantage is a great fail safe as is Hit and run. Sword breaker is a great choice if you’re team is weak to swords though. Draconic Aura is the preferred proc skill as it’ll do a hefty amount thanks to his base attack. Reciprocal aid is used over ardent sacrifice as if need be he can be a red tank and quickly regain health while retaining that +5 from his weapon for the turn. Finally a special mention to savage blow to the C skill as he can chip away at nearby foes who may now not live the encounter with him and thus won’t attack him or still die.

It’s worth noting that Alfonse will do really well with a fast mage, or in a direct example Delthea, she can always give him a +6 buff but also use drive atk to increase his attack so high nobody know what will have hit ‘em. Meanwhile he can swap low hp onto her making her great for desperation. Its a nice combo to have.