#she was uhh. exploring her sexuality so like we dated for like three days (i said 'hey maybe..no' after the third day)

[ohfrickfanfic]

Big Brother Knows Best

Pairing: Jordan Dun x Reader

Warnings/ tags: semi public sex, biting, Debby has a small role as Josh’s GF and your friend.

“You guys have been spending a lot of time together this trip, what gives?” Josh says in a teasing tone to you and Jordan over lunch at him and Debby’s shared apartment.

You, your best friend, Jenna, her husband, Tyler, and Josh’s brother, Jordan, have all flown from Columbus to LA to spend time with Josh and his girlfriend, Debby, for the week of Josh’s birthday. Sure you’ve spent a lot of time with Jordan the past two days so far, but you had good reason.

“Nothing gives,” you laugh. “Just friends enjoying each other’s company and trying not to be the fifth and sixth wheels this week.”

Josh raises his eyebrows in disbelief and shoots his brother a look.

“What? Don’t look at me; you heard her.”

“Yeah, and I don’t believe either or you,” Josh quips, shifting his eyes back and forth between the both of you.

“Anyway, you wanna go for a run after we eat, Josh?” Jordan attempts to change the subject as his cheeks blush.

“Sure thing.”

“I’m not much of a runner, but mind if I tag along?” Tyler asks. “Let the girls spend some time together.”

“Of course,” Josh answers, then turning to Debby.  “What are you and the girls gonna do?”

“Hmm, I dunno.” Debby pauses to think for a minute. “You girls wanna go get pedicures?”

“Sure.”

“Sounds great,” you and Jenna agree.

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“Ok, now that we’re away from the boys… spill it!” Jenna prompts, the three of you sitting side by side in identical massage chairs as your pedicure begins.

“Spill what?” you ask in confusion.

“Come on, you know… you and Jordan,” Debby adds.

“There’s nothing to spill,” you laugh. “I mean it. We’re just friends.”

“With benefits?” Jenna teases.

“Oh my god, NO!” you blurt out. “Sorry, not you,” you apologize to the technician who paused the pedicure with a baffled look on her face, causing the girls in erupt in laughter.

“So, if you’re not fooling around all those times you two disappear together, then what are you doing?” Jenna pries.

“I don’t know. Hanging out, sightseeing. Ya know, things friends do,” you emphasize.

“Ok, but seriously, you guys would be soooo perfect together,” Debby starts. “And just think, we’d be almost like sister in laws.”

“Come on, you don’t find him attractive?” Jenna asks, adding to the banter.

“I never said that. I actually find him quite cute. I don’t know, I just never thought of him in that way I guess, ‘cause I’m not really looking for a relationship right now.”

“Whatever.” Both girls roll their eyes with a laugh.

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Meanwhile, Jordan’s getting bombarded with the same slew of questions while out on a run with the boys.

“What do you mean you’ve never thought of her like that?” Josh questions, running backward to face his brother who’s trailing slightly behind, with his best friend even further back. “I may be taken, but I know a pretty girl when I see one. Come on dude, she’d be perfect for you.”

“There’s no denying she’s beautiful, but I don’t know man — we’re just friends. And who says I’m even her type?”

“Handsome and wholesome; what’s not to like?” Tyler says out of breath as he fights to keep up. “Plus, come on, you’re Josh Dun’s little brother.

Jordan knows Tyler didn’t mean anything by that last bit, but it still stings nonetheless. For once he wishes he could be seen as more than ‘Josh Dun’s little brother’.

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Jenna leans off the couch, staring down the hall, waiting for Jordan to disappear into the bathroom for his turn with the shower.  “You were totally checking him out!” Jenna exclaims, playfully shoving you once Jordan closes the door behind him.

“Was not!” you lie.

The truth is you definitely were. Maybe it was the way his shorts hung low on his chiseled, glistening body, or the way beads of sweat clung to the tips of deep brown curls, every so often cascading down his forehead like rain on a window, but you couldn’t look away.

“You absolutely were,” Debby laughs. “I’m pretty sure even Jordan noticed. He was totally blushing on his way to the shower. Just admit it.”

“You were,” Josh says, stepping out of the bedroom and pulling his shirt over his head, followed by Tyler, who shouts in agreement from the guest room where he’s finishing getting dressed himself.

“Ok, fine!” you blush.

Maybe it was his good looks, your friends’ relentless persuasion, or the fact that you really do enjoy his company, but suddenly you find yourself thinking of Jordan in the way you swore you didn’t. Maybe you are perfect for each other.

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“What was all that bickering about?” Jordan asks, ruffling the water from his curls with a white towel, another securely around his waist as he enters the living room.

You have to pick your jaw up off the floor before you’re able to form words. “Uhh, just deciding what we should do for dinner tonight.” You formulate a lie on the spot before anyone else has a chance to answer him truthfully.

“Oh, I have the perfect dinner plans,” Josh says with a mischievous look. “Date night!”

“Oh cool, that’s fine. Have fun, you guys deserve it. Me and Jordan will just order a pizza to the apartment or something,” you quip back, knowing what Josh was insinuating.

“Yeah, that works for me too,” Jordan replies. “And maybe we can try out the new ice cream place on the pier after.”

“Oh no no no no,” Josh smirks shaking his head, “You two aren’t exempt from date night. I’m hooking you two up if it’s the last thing I do!”

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After arguing in circles and you and Jordan excessively throwing around the word ‘friends’ in an attempt to convince the others — and perhaps yourselves — that you two were nothing more, you finally give in and now find yourself sitting side by side in a booth at one of LA’s most popular restaurants. The booth is an oversized cube shape for larger parties with seating on three sides; one side for each couple.

You and Jordan have been uncharacteristically quiet — especially with each other — since you got there. It could be the unspoken — maybe more than friends — thoughts you’ve both started to have, or just how truly awkward your friends have made this.

“Wanna split that last piece of bread with me?” Jordan breaks the awkward silence between you while looking over the menu, still trying to decide what to order. “I don’t wanna fill up on bread.”

“Sure,” you smile.

Jordan takes the last piece of bread from the basket and rips it in two, handing you a half. Loose crumbs from the jagged edge fall to your lap as he passes it.

“Oh shoot, sorry,” he apologizes, innocently dusting the crumbs from your bare thigh a few inches below the hem of your shorts. Even though his actions are pure, your skin unexpectedly buzzes with sexual electricity at his touch. It awakens every tiny hair follicle and causes your body to erupt in goosebumps. You can tell Jordan feels it too because he quickly retracts his hand, offering one last ‘sorry’ as he does.

“It’s okay,” you say, nudging his hand — that now rests on his own leg —  with your knee, desperate to feel his touch ignite your flesh again.

He turns his head slightly, and briefly looks at you from his peripheral, trying not to make it obvious that he’s making sure he’s reading your signals right. He catches you giving him the same quick side glance with your lips pursed tight, fighting back a smirk and he decides to go for it, discreetly placing his hand on your knee under the table while his other hand runs repeatedly through his curls as he pretends to study the menu.

His hands on you, again, set your body ablaze; the addictive feeling making its way into your bloodstream like a drug with an unparalleled high. Biting your lip to stifle a moan, you place your hand on his, letting him know his touch is more than welcome. Turning to steal a quick look at you again, he slowly starts moving his hand up your thigh, leaving a tingling trail in his wake.

You remove your hand from his to let him explore your skin on his own accord, spreading your legs to give him better access. You’re breathing hitches slightly as you feel his fingers slip under the hem of your loose-fitting shorts along the inseam. You can’t believe you’re really about to let him finger you in the middle of this restaurant, at a table filled with your friends and his own brother, when suddenly —

“Jordan.”

“Jordan?”

“Earth to Jordan!” Josh calls a final time, causing Jordan to quickly pull away his hand and answer his brother in a confused, “What?”

“It’s your turn to order,” Josh says, motioning to the waitress who’s patiently waiting with pad and pen in hand.

“Oh, sorry. Ummmmm, I- I’ll just have a burger, medium well,” he says with blushed cheeks, handing over the menu. “Thank you.”

“I’ll have the same,” you say, having not even had the proper chance to look at the menu.

“You’ll have to forgive my brother, he’s on a first date,” Josh teases, causing the waitress to let out a small chuckle as she finished collecting the menus.

“You’re such an ass sometimes,” Jordan laughs, shaking his head.

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The rest of dinner goes by without a hitch with only minimal teasing from Josh and your friends. You had a great time, even if Jordan’s hand never did make it back to your thigh.

“I know we could just get dessert here,” Debby starts, “but I know this awesome vegan bakery that just happens to make the best donuts,” Debby says in a sing-song voice, of course looking in Jenna’s direction.

“I’m sold!” Jenna replies excitedly.

“I don’t know, I’m still kinda feeling the ice cream I mentioned earlier,” Jordan says turning to you.

“Me too,” you smile. “I think Jordan and I are gonna go do that and just catch up with you guys back at the apartment later if that’s okay?”

“There you guys go again, off doing your own thing together,” Josh teases. “No, go ahead. It’s your date, do what you want with it,” he laughs.

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Things seem to have returned to normal between the two of you, carrying on a regular conversation as you walk to the ice cream stand on the pier. Neither of you mentions the incident in the restaurant. You weren’t expecting to have that kind of sexual chemistry with Jordan, but you’d very much like to pick back up where you left off.

When you arrive at the ice cream stand the line is huge. “Why don’t you go sit on the bench, I’ll get your ice cream,” he smiles. “What flavor do you want?”

“Jordan, No. I can get my own ice cream. You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s a date, right?” he laughs

“Fine,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully, “Mint Chocolate Chip,”

You take a seat on the bench overlooking the water; everything the sinking sun touches, a brilliant gold. The sight before you is truly stunning in comparison to the ominous clouds just behind you. You spend a few minutes taking in its beauty and breathing in the salty sea air before opening your phone and checking your various social media accounts. When you get to Instagram, you notice Jordan has added to his story and open it. It’s a pic from his run with the boys earlier with the caption:

‘Still not as good as @Joshuadun. 3.1 miles/8.50 pace. Gotta keep workin’

Something about the way it was worded doesn’t sit right with you and almost breaks your heart to think of Jordan comparing himself to Josh. It gets you thinking and you wonder what it must be like for him to have a famous sibling.

“Hey, here ya go. Sorry that took so long,” Jordan says, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh, thank you,” you say, locking your phone and quickly putting in your pocket to retrieve the ice cream from Jordan, who then takes a seat next to you on the bench. “Hey, you got mint chocolate chip too?”

“I did. It’s my favorite.”

“No way, mine too!” you say, perhaps a little too excitedly; your outburst propelled by the liftoff of butterflies in your gut.

“Really?! That’s so cool,” Jordan says, matching your intensity with a twinkle in his smiling amber eyes before quickly looking away.

“Jordan?” you start, then taking a lick of your ice cream before it melts.

“Yeah?”

“You know you don’t have to be Josh, right?”

“What?” he asks, confused, wiping a drip of ice cream from his chin. “Where’s this coming from?”

“Sorry, I just saw your Instagram story where you said your time still wasn’t as good as Josh’s and it got me thinking. That’s all. Like, is it hard to be Josh’s brother, ya know, with him being famous and everything?”

“If I’m being truthful, yeah. Sometimes it is hard. I know I have a unique life and I’m still learning how to be related to a celebrity. I’ve gained a lot of attention for that and sometimes it’s fun and exciting but sometimes I just wanna be myself; just Jordan Dun, not, ‘Jordan Dun, the drummer from Twenty One Pilots, Josh Dun’s little brother’, ya know?”

“I know, it must be tough, but please realize you’re more than just Josh’s brother. And not just to me, but to a lot of people. You don’t need to compare yourself to him. You have your own talents that are uniquely you, and you’re gaining your own following from that. The things you create with wood are so intricate and beautiful; and I’m willing to bet Josh wouldn’t know what to do with a two by four if it hit him in the head,” you say, earning a small chuckle from Jordan.

“I know you’re right, but at the same time I always find myself thinking how many people follow me because they like me for what I do and create, and actually find things I have to say interesting, and how many people follow me just because I’m Josh’s brother, or they’re hoping to get a glimpse of him in one of my videos or hear me say something about him. I want to share my life and passions with people, but I don’t want to exploit Josh. I love him too much for that.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you, I’m sure a lot of your followers started following you because you were Josh’s brother, but that’s only how they discovered you,” you start. “And there’s nothing wrong with that. For instance, there’s a lot of bands I probably would never have stumbled upon on my own if it weren’t for other bands endorsing them, or being friends with them, etcetera. But once I discovered them, I kept listening because I liked them, not because of who endorsed them or who they knew… What I’m trying to say is yeah, maybe they came for Josh, but the majority of them stayed for you, for your talent and creativity, and the interesting things you’ve shared and have to offer. Not Josh.”

“Wow, thank you. I think I really needed to hear that. That actually makes a lot of sense,” he flashes you a slightly gap-toothed grin as he finishes the last bite of his ice cream cone.

“Anytime,” you offer, smiling back and wiping ice cream from the corner of his mouth, causing the familiar buzz to radiate through you both again.

This time it’s him desperate to feel it again, standing and holding out his hand to pull you up from the bench as you finish your ice cream. You take his hand, expecting him to let go once you’re on your feet but he doesn’t, instead interlocking your fingers, completing the circuit of electricity flowing through you.

“Gotta keep with the whole ‘date’ thing, right?” He tries to play it off, but the red hue of his cheeks gives away his real motive.

“Right.” You let out a small laugh as you head off the pier and onto the sand.

You walk hand in hand along the beach until the sun meets its reflection in the water. “Jordan, about what happened in the restaurant,” you start, finally having the courage to tell him what you’re feeling when suddenly the sky opens up and it starts to downpour.

“Quick, under here,” Jordan shouts over the deafening rain, pulling you towards the underside of the pier.  You let go of each other’s hand and pull your light jackets up over yourselves to keep dry, laughing and squealing like children as you run in the rain.

Now safe and mostly dry under the dock, you walk cautiously over the rocky area under the pier where it attaches to the hillside. With your arm out for balance, your flip-flops slap against your heel with each carefully placed, tiptoed step.

“Now what were you about to say when the rain started?” Jordan reaches out to hold the tips of your fingers for more stability, the familiar feeling rushing to your skin again, reminding you exactly where you left off. You swallow thickly before answering.

“I was saying, about what happened at the restaurant — Ahhhhhhh!” you shriek, starting to fall; the heel of your flip-flop wedged between a rock. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace yourself for impact but instead feel Jordan’s hands under your arms, catching you before you hit the rocky ground.

“You okay?” you hear Jordan ask as you open your eyes.

“Yeah. Thank you. I’m fi—" your words cut off in your throat as your now open eyes get lost in Jordan’s, just mere inches from your own, his lips even closer. You suddenly become very aware of how close his hands are to our breasts, at the same time realizing how badly you want them there — want them all over you. “Jordan,” you whisper faintly before connecting your lips to his.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Jordan breaths against your lips, breaking the kiss.

You nod ‘yes’ with your forehead pressed against his. “Since the restaurant,” you admit breathily. “I thought our friends were just getting the best of me at first,” you admit, “but that’s what I’ve been trying to say — I want this, I want you!”

You press your lips to his again and he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you down from the pile of rocks to a somewhat secluded, sandy area behind them. You tease open his lips with your tongue, pushing into his mouth with ease, his tongue eagerly pushing back against yours.

His knees weaken from the surge of sexual chemistry flowing through you both and he lowers himself carefully to the damp sand with you perched in his lap. As he kisses you, his hands find their way under your shirt and he’s caught off guard by your lack of bra, moaning into the kiss as his palms caress your bare breasts.

Without breaking the kiss, you seamlessly remove your jacket, shrugging it off your shoulders and tossing it to the dry sand behind the two of you. Jordan follows suit, ridding himself of his jacket as well, before quickly returning his hands to your body while his tongue continues to explore your mouth. Crossing your arms over your body you grab the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and pulling away from the kiss to tug it over your head.

“Fuck, your body is gorgeous,” Jordan exhales with hitched breath, mesmerized by the sultry lumps of flesh occupying his hands. “I want you too,” he rushes out breathily before quickly tugging off his own shirt, immediately reconnecting you lips with urgent passion.

His hands navigate from your breasts to your back, pulling you tightly against him — chest to chest  — and migrates his kisses to your neck.

“Jordan,” you whimper, feeling him suck and nip at the sweet spot behind your ear.

“Take these off,” you whisper, tugging at his belt buckle while rolling your hips in his lap. He lets out a throaty moan against your flesh in response; his tender nibbling morphing into an animalistic bite as he thrusts up, grinding his clothed erection against you. “Off,” you plead again, beginning to stand up with one foot planted in the sand on either side of Jordan’s still seated frame as your fingers work at a feverish pace to undo your own shorts.

“Here? You’re sure about this?” he asks, promptly obliging, lifting his hips from the sand and removing his shorts and boxers in one fluid motion.

“Positive. As long as you are too?” you reply, quickly shimmying down your shorts and panties and kicking them off, now standing over Jordan completely bare.

Your answer comes in the form of Jordan reaching up to grab your ass and pulling your core to his mouth.

“Fuck!” you whine, immediately tangling your hands through his curls, holding him in place as he sloppily slides his tongue through your folds and over your clit.

He removes his right hand from your backside and runs it teasingly slow up your inner thigh, sinking two fingers into you when he reaches the part of you that his mouth is so expertly working.

“Yes! Oh god, Jordan, right there,” you chant to the drumming rain above, tugging on his hair interwoven through your fingers as his stroke your g-spot in perfect time with the flick of his tongue.

Bringing your head back to level position, you peer down at him through half-lidded eyes, catching him watching your pleasure-filled expression. His eyes wrinkle in the corner as he smiles up at you, pulling away briefly to put on a show for you. He points his tongue, slowly licking from where his fingers are occupying your entrance, up through your folds and ends by sucking your sensitive bud between his lips, causing your knees to weaken and legs to wobble as a familiar heat begins to build in your abdomen.

“God, I’m so close!” you whine, causing Jordan to pull away with a slurp and slip his fingers out.

“Not yet… you ready for this?” he asks as he strokes himself, using your plentiful arousal.

“Fuck, yes!” you answer, lowering yourself onto his lap where he guides himself inside of you, his jaw falling slack at the feeling.

Holding onto his shoulders for leverage, you begin to bounce up and down on his length. Whispers of his name tumble from your lips as he kisses over the hollow of your throat while gripping your hips, pushing and pulling you against him with your every downward motion.

Keeping one hand on your waist, he slides the other up your inner thigh to where your bodies connect and using his thumb, begins rubbing tight, concentrated circles on your clit.

“Hell yes, Jordan. So good. Make me cum,” you encourage, throwing your head back, and relishing in the sensation as you feel yourself getting close again.

With your words unleashing his dominant side, Jordan quickly rolls you onto your back, taking charge and pinning your hands above your head in the sand. His actions catch you off guard, causing you to let out a surprised and playful shriek. Stifling a laugh, he smirks down at you, watching as you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth. With a dip of his head, he connects his mouth to your neck, lapping at the column of flesh and pivoting his hips between your thighs as the rising tide laps at your feet. The rhythm is slower and more intimate in this position than it was prior, the rolling of his hips matching the elongated in and out pace of the sea.

The water continues to rise along the shore, now reaching half way up your back. Jordan’s slow and splashy thrusts begin to pick up the pace and you can tell he’s close, and so are you. After a few more quickened thrusts you reach your peak, digging your heels into Jordan’s backside and pulling him deep inside you as wave after wave of both orgasm and ocean wash over you. Almost instantly you feel Jordan begin to pulse inside of you, followed by a warm sensation filling you up.

“Shit, I —" he pauses, flopping to your side with a splash, the salty sea air pushing in and out of his lungs as he tries to catch his breath. “Shoulda pulled —-”

“Birth control,” you force out with a huff, turning to look at him and pointing to yourself, unable to form a full sentence.

“Oh, thank goodness,” he smiles in relief, pulling you in for one last quick kiss before getting up. “Dammit —”

“Now what?” you ask, scrambling to your feet.

“Look,” he motions to the once dry patch of sand that held your clothes, now darkened by the rising tide, your clothes and flip-flops banging against a nearby large rock with every wave. “You know we’re busted now, right?” he laughs retrieving his soaked clothing and wringing it between his hands.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how we’re gonna explain this,” you chuckle, doing your best to squeeze the excess water from your clothes as well.

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“Here goes nothing,” you smile at Jordan before knocking on Josh and Debby’s apartment door.

“That must be them,” you hear Debby say as she approaches the door and then looks in the peephole “Yup. Where the hell have you guys — Woah!” she exclaims with the door now open, taking in the sight of you. “Hey guys…” she turns back addressing the others, “look what the cat dragged in.”

“Umm, care to explain why you two are soaked?” Jenna questions with a quirked brow as she nears the doorway, then reaching into the hall to tug you inside to get a better look; Jordan follows.

“Uhhh, we got stuck in that downpour,” you lie.

“Oh yeah? Then how come both of your clothes are drenched but your hair is mostly dry?” she questions, lifting a handful of your hair. And that’s when she sees it: a tiny gap in an otherwise perfect bite mark on your neck, giving away its maker. “Just sightseeing, huh?” she teases.

By then Josh has caught wind of what’s happening, joining everyone near the door. “See, what did I tell you?” Josh says teasingly, playfully punching Jordan in the arm. “Big brother knows best.”

#jordan dun #jordan dun smut #jordan dun x reader #Josh Dun #tyler joseph #jenna joseph #debby ryan #jordan dun fanfiction #just a reminder that I wont answer Debby hate so don't bother sending it

[thessaliah]

What are favorite and least favorite portrayal of Servants in Fate?

Uhh, there’s a lot?  I’ll assume with portrayals, you mean how legends or historical backgrounds were adapted and reinvented and if I like them?  Keep in mind there are a lot I like and a lot I’m lukewarm I don’t mention here. Some get me more passionate than others. 

Favorites (in no particular order).- Arturia, Merlin and most Round Table. You can tell that Nasu adores Arthuriana stuff and knows it deeply to come out with twists that make sense. Arturia and Mordred are one of the few genderbends who aren’t inherently lazy in Type Moon (unlike others made to just cash in Arturia’s design popularity and get no effort to explain why nobody thought they were women or ignored this - note, this doesn’t mean I dislike them, because I’m fond of Nero and the rest too, but it’s a strike down when you want to talk about this subject). Camelot is, to date, my favorite thing Nasu wrote next to Garden of Avalon because he has such grasp in these characters to make them unique, flawed and tragic. He isn’t afraid to make his female characters here in the wrong, something I deeply appreciate because makes them more sympathetic. The Lion-King was a gift. Yes, sure sometimes isn’t perfect (the characterization switch of Saber Alter from cooly angry tyrant to kuudere), but he usually takes a great care about their portrayal in a serious manner.- Oda siblings, Nobunaga and Nobuyuki:  Guda Guda 2 was so good to turn Nobunaga from a joke character to a serious one with layers, she along with Arturia and her son, became the third serious genderbent, where she suffered the consequences of being a woman and it explains her ascension to power as damyo through Nobuyuki’s sacrifice who she found out later, in the event, never rebelled against her but was trying to expose her detractors and with his sacrifice, he was showing nobody should defy his sister. They hurt my heart.- Solomon: He’s a departure of the Judeo-Christian Solomon, but because a lot of him seems taken off the Islamic version (where he’s literally the world most perfect ruler ever, literally Godsent to build an ideal kingdom which would only last as he lived). He follows Nasu’s most complex king character of the recent years (I like Nero but she lacks ‘something’ for me to see her as a ruler character) to stand next to Arturia and classics, addressing old Fate questions about rulership, humanity, and heroism. I appreciate that, just like Arturia, Nasu obviously knew what he was doing and only adapted his background to Nasuverse to keep it creative but fresh.- Asterios: This is how you write a classic mythological monster and keep him sympathetic without erasing what he was, just give an explanation, and not try to portray the hero who slain him as a ‘loser’.  Theseus was the first one who saw Asterios as a human being in his short published backstory and tried to comfort him when he died. - Leonardo Da Vinci: Her portrayal isn’t perfect, but it’s refreshing to see old theories come to life about Da Vinci (homosexuality, transsexuality). Da Vinci has the honor of being one of the few characters who actually has a love life that doesn’t involve sucking up to the main character or their love interest in life, goals that don’t involve the main character as the center of their lives, and has an exploration of her issues with loneliness and isolated she feels without involving the main character in her interlude (it’s a monologue). In other words, she’s allowed to be more than just Servant arm candy which is rare for a FGO original.- Florence Nightingale: I absolutely love Nightingale portrayal as Berserker, not so much without ME (we see her in Dantes event), but this asexual, aromantic, completely madwoman, in a good and bad sense, who is focused, intense and eloquent when she wants, intimidating men and women with her one-track mind mission to heal and purify, shows a bit how war takes the sanity of even the most saintly of people and yet they still remain themselves to the core.- Edmond Dantes: Nasu told everyone to watch Gankutsuou one day and said “come up with a Count of Monte Cristo who is nothing like that one”, and they did it. They did it and managed to make him iconic in portrayal too, without the stigma of having to compete with the Gonzo show classic. Against all odds, like poor publicity, limited event, Daganrompa design, he became one of FGO’s most popular originals, because they explored his entire personality and issues in a character-focused event, plus his backstory fits in with Nasuverse, expanding on the character without erasing any of his classic elements.- Most Victoriana characters: Sherlock Holmes, James Moriarty, Frankenstein,  Nursery Rhyme, Jekyll&Hyde, Helena, etc. I’m putting them in the same bag because they got a creative twist for Nasuverse characterization that was well handled, IMO, and were changed for setting purposes and to explore a concept rather than pander a fetish.- Lobo: Great adaptation and portrayal. A literal wolf got more development and introspection than the majority of Epic of Remnants appearing characters. This will never cease to be funny.- Tomoe Gozen: I don’t care much about her character, but gets a honorable mention because they actually keep her true to her legend and background instead of removing it to make her a pure sword waifu who loves the protagonist as they did with a number of characters.

Least favorite (controversial talk and triggers ahead):- Sherezade: I can’t even bring myself to explain how much they botched her and how much I absolutely loathe her. Any other characters in this list annoy me or irk me at very worst, but this one makes me angry. Her entire character is so offensive I can’t articulate it now or this would become far too long. She was one of my favorite childhood heroines, so it makes me extra salty. Let’s just say that they took one of world’s most memorable feminism icons as a nerves of steel creative woman who earned her happy ending and got everything in life to portray her as a mix of broken coward (and a joke after Agartha) full of misandry and internalized misogyny, who kidnapped and brainwashed people, including women, to be murderers and rapists to live her twisted fantasy, but wait, she was ‘cured’ by a good man’s spinning rainbow giant drill while she was told her purpose in life was to make babies. And her happy ending was the result of that man’s wish. Yes, she could have been a take of a broken pedestal who actually overcame her issues and became heroic after a growing up process (even if I disliked that interpretation), but instead of that, she was saved by boy Fergus, and this action is even referred on her profile: her happy ending has resulted of his wish. This is a thing that happened. I have no words to say how utterly crushed I feel regarding her. How they destroyed the core of her character appeal, twisted it and didn’t even allowed her the agency to earn her happy ending.- Altera: Or how to take a fairly interesting warlord and historical figure, remove everything that makes him Attila the Hun to pretend a bland robotic alien weapon waifu was him, even though all her struggle and ‘arc’ isn’t even focused on it, it just becomes an excuse to make her a Servant. Imagine if Arturia’s struggle in Fate wasn’t about her King Arthur related stuff and Camelot fall but about “oh my I’m a dragon hybrid who sided with humans in the end of the age of mystery, Shirou!”, something Nasu could have done since it’s also an aspect of her character, but had the good sense to focus on the fact she’s bloody King Arthur. That her arc is a literally a rehash of “robotic waifu becomes a person, goes against her program” which was already done by Sakura and BB (and Arc a decade before them) masterfully not so long ago, in Fate/Extra CCC, but they were actually well written (in comparison to Extella) so it makes her look extra bad. She was also inserted into the story out nowhere, just like this Velber thing which it’s not even mentioned once in all Extra (the Beasts were, ironically!) and stole the spotlight of characters who were your allies and Servants before, like Gilgamesh and Archer. When Sakura and Gilgamesh got added in CCC, Nasu never removed the focus on the three originals, rather he worked to give everyone their own routes. Extella was a reminder of those fanfics that retcon previously established canon to warp the plot focused on a new OC Mary Sue character who is more special than others with the entire plot orbiting around them, and you can’t escape this. Fortunately, she underperformed so badly as a main heroine of Fate in Japan that Nasu might think twice about pulling this again.- Medusa: I have a hate/love thing with Medusa, because as a character on her own, she started ok, beyond the gross sexual assault thing they never acknowledge as bad and irks me (but this is common in most female characters of TM, and some male ones like Shiki). I like her in FHA, her relationship and devotion to Sakura. However, yeah, she’s Medusa my all-time favorite Greek figure whom I adored since I was a child and her portrayal as a version of Medusa leaves a lot to be desired: removing her sexual relationship with Poseidon (which some versions involve rape, but in most of them they were lovers) to make her ‘pure’ and then portray her as ‘seductive’ was the worst decision Nasu could take in FHA when she was meant to parallel with Sakura’s domestic and sexual abuse, in FSN, so the character became kind of confusing to me. It just feels her character was overwritten to appeal purity-waifu lovers and twisted a bit. Her design (the BDSM outfit) is just ridiculous too. I can’t forgive there weren’t snakes, but with the appearance of Gorgon, this is salvaged that a bit (enemy gorgon is better looking than the playable one too, fff). Gorgon is what I wanted Medusa to be, but sadly that kitty-hood wearing “Ana” comes along with Gorgon (with her dog collar!). I don’t hate her, I have some kind of complicated relationship because my standards for Medusa are higher than usual and her character got overwritten as much as Gilgamesh with the years so it gets confusing (but without giving the attention Gilgamesh got too, so makes it harder to grasp what Nasu is doing now). The Perseus-bashing stuff also get me because, like Medusa’s portrayal, isn’t consistent. See, Medusa was originally Perseus, Nasu just genderbent him in FSN because he needed more girls. Their personalities are extremely alike based on what we see him in Prototype and he’s called like Shinji in FHA when he wasn’t at all (just to make her more sympathetic than the hero who actually killed her was ‘bad’ See why Asterios is a good example and why Medusa isn’t about how to handle this, it’s like she was a test run, IMO)? But in leaked FGO lines reveals Medusa is fine with Perseus now, except for Gorgon who wants to kill him, but she wants to kill everyone even the protagonist. This “characterization marches on” makes it all muddy and confusing. Gilgamesh has a similar problem, but I wasn’t attached to him, so I don’t care much.-Artemis (and Orion): Does this need an explanation?-Fionn and most Irish heroes, but Fionn is the main offender: From a mix of Irish King Arthur and Merlin in legends to a complete joke character whose entire kit and powers get stolen by you know who. Fionn is a disgrace to his legendary counterpart. Diarmuid was ok in Zero (not in FGO tho), Cu is fine (and even gets his noncon old habits called out in FHA!), Medb is one of the few female villains who don’t get whitewashed (though she loses a lot of layers of her mythical counterpart), the rest is… eh. -Kiyohime: Not the worst offender, but becomes a proof how the obsession with “pure” waifu-ideal for insecure otaku ruins a potentially interesting character and makes her super gross and problematic without owning up what she is by the fandom and, sometimes, canon. In legend, Kiyohime was a scorned woman whose lover, a monk Anchin, abandoned her after he regretted their relationship (which includes sex, several times). That’s the thing: they were in a relationship with a promise to stick together and he dumps her and runs off. She becomes enraged by his actions that become a serpent who chases him, but she was the one wronged, even if his death was extreme, it portrays her as a tragic character who lost it after a real betrayal. What does FGO does? Oh boy, FGO Kiyohime is just a crazy stalker creepy yandere who killed a monk (who was gay, by the way) who rejected her when she nightcrawled to his room (in case this gets lost in translation, google what is “nightcrawling” to get the extra disgusting implication), but because she insisted as the creepy obsessive woman she is, he promised her to meet her again to get her off his neck and escape, even though he had already made clear he wasn’t into her (or women) at all. She gets offended when he, the victim, runs away, chases and kills him. Now imagine if Kiyohime was a creepy stalker guy who slipped into a lesbian nun’s room when she sleeps to demand sex and a relationship and she tells him to sod off, but he doesn’t get the memo and chases after she escapes and burns her to death when she’s hiding because he was jilted. Now you get why her character is beyond gross. I shouldn’t even need to genderflip the story, but it seems some fans are too easily mislead by a cute waifu antics teehee. It’s fine to like her as long as you’re aware of her a problematic character and not a “cinnamon roll”. She rubs me wrong because it’s obviously an attempt to cash in with yandere-fans by twisting a story of a scorned woman who is lost in grief and anger which causes a tragedy. But it seems that otaku would take a gay man-burning crazy stalker over a nonvirgin. On the other hand, I REALLY love her design. It feels like a complete and absolutely tragedy of a waste character because I love her VA, her Art and classy design (summer and normal version) and NP, but the change made to her character was really appalling. -Beowulf: I don’t have strong feelings about him, but he’s one of the most world-famous heroes and yet he’s a footnote whose appearances consist on lose the fight to some of Nasu’s favorites (Li Shu Wen and Martha). He feels less than a character and more “That guy Nasu uses to show off how tough his favorites are in a fist fight”. Also his design sucks, his art is good but I just dislike the ‘modern’ look unless you’re going all hammy about it like Kintoki.-Caligula: He’s not a character, he’s just Nero’s accessory and blind worshipper for no reason. If they bothered to keep up with his historical background, he’ll be more into his horse and Iskandar, and, maybe, Iskandar’s horse. He has no real personality beyond NERO NERO NERO. Kind of a shame because his design is ok, and he is potentially interesting as a gross unhinged emperor.-Siegfried: Siegfried is… a good boy, but he became an unfunny joke that I can’t longer take seriously as a character thanks to FGO. He’s in serious need of a makeover. Introducing Kiemhild and Hagen could be a good start, he’s savagable, just not so fond of what he is now.-Elizabeth Bathory-Carmilla: Not so much that I dislike them as characters, but it kind of rubs me the wrong way the one that should be an older woman with a torture fetish is portrayed as a dragon idol while Carmilla, the one immortalized as a young girl by Le Fanu, is the older woman. If they switched designs, and made Carmilla a catgirl instead of a dragon girl, preferably, but I don’t mind them at all, just this kind of irks me because they kind of switched their usual thing? It’s not dislike, just confusion.- Mephistopheles:  Or let’s take a famous devil in a classic to make him a murderous clown. What could go wrong? What’s even the point of this character, really? I love his artist and his VA, but this takes the cake of the most wasted character in FGO and has zero to do with his portrayal. I mean, I get the adaptation about homunculus stuff, but it was kind of too jarring switch because none of his traits are like Mephistopheles, like AT ALL. Erik was kind of wasted and made a bishie cosplaying Freddy Krueger, but at least he keeps the Christine stuff and a mask, to say “Oh right this is the Phantom of the Opera.” Nothing about Mephistopheles makes me think “This is Mephistopheles!” It’s like Nasu and his boys were talking about character concepts and one was “Hey, guys, I just rented It, and I want to add an evil clown in FGO!”, “Sounds great, but who can be? We can’t just steal Pennywise, he’s copyrighted.” “I know, let’s make him Mephistopheles!” “Why?” “Er, it sounds like how a devilish clown would call himself” and boom. Something like that.

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