Please rate the Lancers so the world may have a clear and obvious objective base on which Lancers are the best characters because subjectivity isn't real and it is clear you are the expert on all things Lancer and thus are qualified to be the definitive objective source for all opinions on Lancers. (or just share some other lancers you think are cool and maybe some you wish had been done better that's fine too)
the best lancer which is why he’s the one everyone thinks of when you say ‘lancer’. the beauty. the muscles. the spandex. the personality. the voice. the colour palette. the archetype he represents. the way he fits into the rest of the fate cast. his skillset. his animations. the ultimate. the absolute. could’ve just stopped making lancers after this one bc they’ll never top this one. EX/10
handsome. entry level thirst but that’s not necessarily bad. victimises himself a lot in zero so people going uwu poor baby on him piss me off just a lil because both the situation with grainne and with sola was supposed to be morally ambiguous and out of everyone’s control. I like how he’s a good example of how feitos are kinda doomed to repeat the same mistakes of their legend. my top fav until I played fsn and learnt what true love is (its cu). 8/10
a good boy! a handsome boy! a boy of many talents! just wants to help at all times but never learnt how to mince words so he comes across as the absolute rudest fucker. in ccc he lists “his own poor communication skills” as the thing he dislikes. 10/10
wants to clear his name as bloodthirsty vampire but only the vampire part because he knows what he did and he won’t try to deny it, he just wants to clear up the things that were added later he didn’t do. very good and nuanced. very spicy uncle. I’m not saying I want to fuck vlad I’m just saying that if vlad were to come up to me and ask me if I wanted to fuck I would not say no. 9/10 I should actually read apocrypha sometime
spicier uncle but less personality. 8/10 why did he have to be a package deal with that fucking clown
pls no bully. treated as kind of a joke a lot but a really nice character if you pay attention. absolutely as bloodthristy and evil as her legends but all because she was genuinely never taught different and therefore doesn’t realise her actions are evil and the reason she is hated. desperate to be loved because her literal life depended on it. later on starts to slowly realize just how fuckedth she is and tries to make amends even though she knows full well she can’t possibly ever make up for everything she did. hates her future self’s guts because she knows what she did will make her end up like that but still wants to change it somehow because this time she knows it was wrong. 10/10 please god let CCC get localised
if i see one more fucker say she has no personality I will FIGHT I love her. insanely powerful and worked hard for it but because of it reached a point where none of her achievements are achievements anymore and instead are just something she would’ve done eventually bc she has all the time in the world for it. claims to want to die but actually just wants to feel alive again. actually pretty easily excited especially when fights to the death are involved but feels like she has to keep up a composed teacher front. an overcompetent mess who has no idea how to do anything without doing the Most. 100/10
now THERE’s a lancer girl with no personality. I’m sorry bryn you’re beautiful beyond belief but fragments has a bad writer and I hope you get to shine in fgo sometime bc that’s what saved arash and ozymandias 7/10
treated entirely as a joke in fgo so far and mostly known in fate for getting cucked but his legend has a lot more and is actually pretty cool so I hope he gets to be taken seriously sometime too. dressed up as a baby once to avoid fighting a dude bigger than him. stabbed himself in the face to avoid falling into a magic sleep and then fucked up a dude another time. now that’s what I call a grab bag of a character! 7/10
There had been whispers about it. Jeff wasn’t a drinker to begin with. He was always the designated driver and even when he wasn’t he never had more than two or three beers. That particular night you’d been absolutely bombarded with math and science homework. He’d begged you to come to the party with him. You’d thought about it, but declined in the end. He kissed your cheek and told you he wanted to go to breakfast in the morning and that he’d be there to pick you up at 9:30. You wouldn’t be going to breakfast. In fact the next time you saw your boyfriend it was under very different circumstances. It was six hours later in the middle of the night. He was in a body bag. He was dead. Over what they called a drunk driving accident. Jeff was deemed drunk by most everyone at the scene. Everyone except you and his mother. Of course your opinion on how it happened didn’t matter as much as the fact that he was dead, whether he’d been drunk or not. You’d gone spiraling out of control. So much so that your mother forced you to take the rest of the semester off of school, joining independent studies. It didn’t do any good. You just felt more lonely. Jeff’s presence lacked even more and there was rarely a distraction. You didn’t feel any better about him being gone by the time you had finished your time in independent studies. You felt the same as when you’d first entered independent studies, so you had no problem when it came time for you to come back to school. Still a zombie, of course, and it didn’t help that your friend Hannah Baker had committed suicide during your absence from school. You knew you looked bad. You knew you had dark circles under your eyes. You knew you’d broken out from not eating right or regularly. You knew your hair was in the bun because you hadn’t bothered to shower, turning to perfume and deodorant instead. You opened your locker, shoving your books into it, you were back at it. Everyone was in their usual spots, nothing had really changed since you’d left. Except that Jessica and Justin were no longer together. Zach had gotten dumped by your best friend after the tapes were released. He’d known too much, she said, to keep it all a secret from the people who deserved to know. He’d borderline stalked her for a while. She’d threatened to move across the country with her aunt and uncle if he didn’t leave her alone. So he did. Nothing changed with Bryce. At least not yet. The fact that he was a rapist had gotten out. You’d heard things about Bryce and girls and parties, but not about Jessica and Hannah. You hid your face in your locker as you looked at your phone. You got a text every morning from Jeff’s mother. They varied in what they said. Today’s said “hello beautiful, your mom said I could pick you up after school and we could go to the mall. We also want you to stay for dinner.” You had your license but you hadn’t wanted to drive and your parents hadn’t trusted you to drive since Jeff’s accident. You were scared of cars now. You were also scared of alcohol.
“You’re back.” You hear from behind you. You turn to see Justin Foley. There’s concern in his eyes, like he knows that there’s a great chance you don’t want to be talking to him. And that you won’t forgive him. Forgive him for staying quiet when anything but that would have been a better option. He’d stayed quiet knowing his friend had raped not only Hannah baker, who would of course go on to kill herself, but his own girlfriend.
“Yeah.” You responded, not looking up from your phone as you texted Mrs. Atkins back.
“You look good.” He smiled at you. You locked your phone and slammed your locker closed, startling Justin.
“I’ve learned to accept pity but I’ll never accept being lied to, Foley.” You looked him dead in the eyes before moving to walk away.
“Seriously, Y/N! Given the circumstances you look really good. I don’t know how many people could survive what you’ve gone through.” By the end of his message he’s just white noise and you continued to walk.
“I’m not so sure I did.” You mumbled, leaving the jock in the dust. You knew he’d been having his own struggles. Hell, he’d been having his own problems since the day he’d been born to his waste of space mother. But that boy had let himself become a bystander for rape on account of somehow owing it to his rapist friend. There was no use telling him what you thought, he knew he was in the wrong and he’d heard it a lot. Marcus smiled at you as you continued down the hall. You found yourself walking towards him.
“Hey Y/N how are y-” you cut his formalities off.
“Is Y/FN at school yet?” Marcus was quite obviously caught off guard. His words fumbled together a bit.
“Uh, well, yeah. She tends to not go through the halls a lot anymore. She avoids us a lot.” Marcus explained. He didn’t give much eye contact.
“I knew that much, thanks.” Again, you were stopped before you could walk away.
“Will you guys ever talk to me again?” Zach’s familiar voice took over.
“This is your first attempt to talk to me as far as I’m concerned.” You crossed your arms. He looked as though he was in an extreme amount of pain.
“I’ve called and texted you for months.” Zach looked at the ground.
“One text of the many was you asking about me. The rest was you trying to get to Y/FN because she blocked you on everything. Your motives were not the most selfless, Zach Dempsey. Reassess yourself and your self righteous nature.” You spun on your heels and walked out of the room. You see your best friend talking to a girl named Skye, one of the only people either of you could stand the be around in the school anymore.
“Saw you talking the some henchmen.” Skye said, staring at her fingernails, which were painted black.
“Strictly to see where you were.” Skye smiled a little. Y/FN turned and hugged you.
“I’m glad you’re back, normal is what you need right now.” She said. Once you pulled away from your best friend, you saw someone coming. Clay Jenson. Lanky, kinda dorky Clay Jenson. The Clay Jenson that brought you free candy and free movie ticket vouchers after Jeff died. But this was also, and most certainly not least, the Clay Jenson featured on the tapes. The Clay Jenson that knew girls got raped, that knew a lot about the night Jeff died. Including that it wasn’t Jeff’s fault at all. In fact, he knew he wasn’t drunk and that it was Sheri that was drunk and had caused Jeff’s death. There was a handful of people that knew it wasn’t Jeff’s fault. The people that were featured on the tapes. Clay was featured on the tapes and so was Justin and so was Marcus and so was Zach. They saw you yanked out of school for being mentally unstable and not being able to understand how Jeff did this and why he was drunk at all. There were answers, and no one gave them to you until the tapes were handed to the police. You knew when the public knew. Nothing hurt more than that. And that’s why you hated those boys. And Courtney and Jessica and Alex and Tyler and every other god forsaken person who earned themselves a tape by being an insensitive asshole.
“Hey Y/N.” You looked over at Clay, his hands were stuffed in his pockets as he stared at you nervously. You looked at him, blinked twice, and looked away.
“You look good.” Silence.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” You can feel Clay looking at you, but you won’t look at him. There’s a short pause.
“Y/N I know I should have said something to you as soon as I knew but it was a lot more complicated than it se-” you found yourself waving your hands in the air begging him to stop speaking.
“You’re going to listen for a moment.” Clay nodded, finally able to make eye contact with you.
“Jeff and I were going to apply to all the same colleges, did he ever tell you that?” Clay nodded his head. You and Jeff had already planned on marriage. Everyone knew it.
“Did you know we were going to share an apartment right away instead of dorms?” Clay gulped, looking at the other two girls nervously.
“He talked about you constantly, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at his words.
“People have been talking about me constantly. It’s my turn to speak.” Clay shut his mouth quickly.
“Wanna know something I’m sure you weren’t aware of?” Clay’s eyes filled with more fear by the second.
“Did you know that the day after I saw Jeff dragged away in a body bag is the day I miscarried our baby?” Clay knew he wouldn’t speak but his mouth fell open from the shock and not knowing what else to do.
“So yeah, maybe you can forgive yourself for not always being there for Hannah. And maybe Jessica will forgive Justin someday and maybe, just maybe Y/FN will give Zach another chance. But guess who doesn’t have the tools or the people to move on? Me. My boyfriend is dead and my baby is dead. And my future relies on me being a zombie through life, hopefully getting decent enough grades to shuffle through the rest of my life because there will never be someone who makes me feel and love the way Jeff did. And I’ll never be able to have a baby made up of more love. Everything will be me settling because the best of what life has to offer is quite literally dead.” The bell rings but no one moves, and everyone just looks at you as hot tears stream down your face.
“Y/FN, go tell Zach how much you still love him and how much you’re willing to fight for each other. And Skye, tell Clay how you’ve been in love with him since the sixth grade and how you’d be really pumped to go out with him. Because life’s short and sometimes even shorter than expected. No time is put on this earth to be wasted. Love each other.” You let out a shaky breath before turning and heading to English class. Jeff would be proud. In that moment you knew maybe you would be fine.
“I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.” - pick your pairing, if you're still taking prompts!
Ned was cute, she supposed - it was weird that he had the same name as her dad and he was a bit too prissy for her tastes, but he had nice eyes and never tried to let her win at fencing practice like some of the other guys did, so Arya had agreed to one singular date.
He’d taken her to some hipster coffee shop and bought her an overpriced cappuccino, and they’d mostly talked about fencing. It was practically the same as every other date she had been on (what was it with Harrenhal College boys and hipster coffee?), but he was kind of cute, and she hadn’t gotten laid in months, so…
“Are you planning on studying abroad?”
“Yeah, next semester, I think.” Arya took another tentative sip of her drink, wiping the foam from her lip. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her phone light up in her bag.
“Where are you thinking about going?”
“Braavos, hopefully.” Her screen dimmed momentarily, then lit up again. “There’s a good linguistics program there.”
Ned leaned forward. “Could you do training there? The fencing masters…”
He kept talking, and Arya knew she should listen, but her phone chimed for a third time. She reached into her bag, trying to look down as subtly as possible. Who the hell…?
Lya M [7:56pm]: i want taco bell
Lya M [7:56pm]: come to taco bell with me
Lya M [7:57pm]: aryaaaaaa
Arya smiled blandly at something Ned was saying (when had they gotten on to the history of Braavosi ships?).
Arya Stark [7:58pm]: I’m on a date
Lya M [7:58pm]: mr arms is working tonight
Ah. Mr Arms (real name Gendry, according to his name tag) was approximately eight feet tall, with arms the size of tree trunks and bright blue eyes, and always waited patiently when drunk Lya was giggling too much to order. Arya was convinced he was possibly the most beautiful man she had ever seen, and she was sure he had no idea she existed.
“… and the Free Cities were the first to build these faster, lightweight ships, since…”
“I have to go.”
“Family emergency. Sorry. I’ll call you?” Arya grabbed her bag, flashing a half-apologetic grin, and rushed out the door.
Arya Stark [8:01pm]: On my way
Sansa [10:13am]: How was the date with Ned?
Arya Stark [10:13am]:
I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.
Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Drabble or one shot with Winn Schott where the Reader and Winn go around town with the reader’s baby nephew or niece and they keep getting compliments on how cute of a family they are and at the end of the day the Reader tells Winn she’s pregnant. Thanks
Prompt: After a day hanging out with Winn and your baby niece you tell him about your pregnancy.
Warning: none?reader is pregnant.
A/n: sorry it took me so long I have 0 motivation recently. Happy Readings!
You sat down on your couch waiting for Winn to return with the Puerto Rican food from the diner down the street. You knew you had to tell him today about being pregnant and you were nervous about what his reaction would be but as I stared at the blank tv in front of me my mind went back to the events of this afternoon.
You sipped from your coffee as Winn eats his donut and your baby niece Chloe slept in her stroller.
“You should’ve seen the tech it was badass!” Winn grins as he continued eating.
“Winn, babe, you think all alien tech is badass.” you laugh and he laughs and puts his hand on his heart as if he was offended.
“No, I don’t.”
“Name one alien weapon that you didn’t think was awesome or badass.”
“That’s- that’s not fair. Not fair at all but to prove you wrong, I’d say the-”he started, but got interrupted by a loud bang from plates falling in the kitchen. Not a second later Chloe woke up crying startled by the sound.
“Oh, no.” you groaned. You had really hoped she would sleep for a few more hours since she was up most of the morning.
“I got this, don’t worry. I’m like the baby whisperer.” He picked her up from the bed and rocked her in his arms, singing softly in her ear something that I couldn’t hear over the cafe chatter. Chloe stopped crying and after a minute or two slowly closed her eyes again.
“Wow, that was-”
“Well, aren’t you guys a cute family?” a old lady said as she walked past us towards the exit.
“Oh, we aren’t-”
“This isn’t our baby, our baby would hopefully cry a lot less.” Winn jokes but sent my hair beating fast. Did he know something?
“You are really good with kids.” you say as the lady walks away.
“Yep, like I said baby whisperer.” he smiles and places Chloe back into her stroller.
“My brother should be coming by the house to pick her up soon, we should get going.” you say looking at the clock on your phone.
“Actually, I need to head back to the DEO but I will be back to tonight with some diner.”
You turn to your side to see Winn standing there confused, holding the two bags of food.
“I brought dinner as promised. I was calling your name like 5 times, are you okay?” he asks with a concerned look on his face as he set the food down at the dining table.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just really deep in thought, I guess.”
He smiles and walks over to you placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before returning to the food. You grab some plates and place them down with forks and spoons not being sure what he ordered.
“No forks for me, I’m eating some rice and no spoons for you, I got you a ton of mofongo since you love that stuff.” You smile and turn around to put a fork and a spoon away. Maybe it was time to tell him. Maybe he would be happy. Or maybe he wouldn’t be. We had only been dating for two years, which is a lot, but now seems like not enough time before dropping news of this magnitude.
“Winn before we eat there is something I need to tell you.” you watched him nervously as he put your food on your plate.
“Sure, babe.” he then reached for his rice container and opened it letting the contents spill into his plate carefully.
“No easy way to say this so I’m just going to have to say it.” he turn to me with a terrified expression and he set his container down.
“Oh, god. Are you-”
“Wait, you weren’t dumping me? Oh, thank god. Kara said you had been acting strangely and asking all sorts of weird questions about me and- Wait! You are pregnant?!” he exclaims his once panic face became in just seconds relieved and the next thing he is..happy?
“Yes? I mean, yes I am but you are taking this a lot less freaking out than I imagined.”
“Freaking out? No, I’m happy. I love you, Y/N, and if you want this then awesome because it’s something I’d definitely wanted in the future for us.” he runs to my side and cups your face in his hands gently.
“Really?” you say, barely above a whisper.
“Yes, our baby is going to be the most badass baby in the world.”