#but Fox and Reload probably not

[n3onsightss]

Just found out these helmets have cameras and internet connection this is great actually

[xxepherr]

.ೃ࿐ELECTION DAY

summary — in which austin accidentally lets it slip that hasan’s faceless (yet public) girlfriend is the woman they’re currently watching analyse the maps on CNN. 

pairings — hasan piker x politicalcorrespondent!girlfriend!reader

pronouns — she/her

word count — 1893

note — i personally would have “6��4 jacked boyfriend” as his contact name so that whenever weird men try to hit on me they see that but thats just me (and this reader insert ofc) (also this is nothing special just me rambling tbh — what’s to say this political!reader doesn’t become a mini series)

THE DAY WAS HERE. election day. not only was it the day your boyfriend had spent hours upon hours preparing for for weeks, but you, too. you were a political journalist and correspondent currently working the map for CNN during the weeks in the lead up to the election. 

it was a big day for you. four years ago you were streaming your own map coverage to fifteen thousand people on twitch, accessing your sources across multiple states to provide statements on what was going on nationwide. being asked a couple months ago to run the maps in front of millions was certainly a step up, but it gave you control to speak objectively without bias unlike most of the other news anchors and correspondents that were pushing right-wing sentiment over any other coverage. 

you hadn’t seen hasan in a few weeks now unless you counted facetimes and tuning into his streams. you’d get texts while he was streaming and the occasional kaya video ( because apparently she’d been whining with your leave ). it wasn’t the same, but you were both incredibly career-driven people, so being hours apart by plane wasn’t as daunting as it probably should’ve been.

“you’re gonna be late to stream,” you laughed softly, fiddling with the cap of the bottle of water someone had gotten you. endless tabs were open on your laptop in front of you, following aspects of every state because there was still hours to go before the polls closed, so you were only needed in short segments for now to go over 2020 and 2016 county votes in particular states at a time. 

“you’re right,” hasan’s voice was slightly staticky through the phone. “i might have to focus on kornacki or fox news so that i don’t spend too long staring at you.”

“aw,” you let go of your phone, holding it between your ear and shoulder to screw the cap back on the bottle. one of the directors caught your attention across the room, holding up his hand to say that she had five minutes before they were back on air again. “i’m back on in a few . . . i’ll have your stream open on my laptop, though!”

“good luck today,” hasan said softly as he started his stream, leaving it on his opening scene while his mic was muted. people were already flooding in by the thousands. “i’ll talk to you in, what, twelve hours? i love you.”

“twelve hours,” you hummed in agreement, “i love you more,” you sighed softly, noticing that the twitch tab was reloading to take her to his ‘starting soon’ overlay. “good luck.” you ended the phone call first, quickly putting it back on do not disturb and placing it over on the table that was full of analytical notes. the board that now had the map of the united states of america was lit up again, an empty canvas waiting for you to load up the old votes to load up projected blue and red areas.

TOO MANY HOURS TO count and three hundred thousand viewers into the election, hasan was still going strong. despite the pull to watching CNN more than he probably should, he managed to force himself to switch between fox news to laugh at republican propaganda and msnbc. though, he would one hundred percent lying if he said he didn’t have CNN up on his second monitor. 

things were steadily climbing, and josh ( ettingermentum ) was back after mike from PA left the call. josh, who had been raging on ( no seriously, no one had really heard him be that loud all day ) about how the democrats fucked up was finally broken up when austin joined the call, the atmosphere shifting.

christmas sign in full view and a cold slab of a slice of pizza being shoved into his mouth, austin’s discussion on if he was being sent to prison if the republicans dominated was dwindled until josh left the call to analyse the polls for twitter. 

“ugh, can we watch something else?” austin asked, barely swallowing his mouthful of pizza first. “all i’ve done is watch fox today.”

“yeah,” hasan chucked humourlessly, clicking around mindlessly between tabs as he tried to find msnbc’s coverage. because the tabs were so small thanks to the fifty million twitter tabs he had open, he almost groaned in frustration when he accidentally clicked on the CNN tab.

 the tab where you were conveniently fiddling with the data of state of pennsylvania. it was already a dangerous game having you on screen when the chat knew what the silhouettes of you looked like — photos from behind of you walking with hasan, photos of your eyes after he tried to do your makeup, mirror fit checks with your face covered by the phone . . . chat only needed to be railroaded enough to work it out. 

just as he was about to switch tabs again, austin opened his mouth. “oh, man, i miss her,” there was a shift in his tone, more than just him speaking without thinking. familiarity shone through. from the way he casually uttered your nickname to the sigh, it was probably worse than railroading. it was the train forgetting to slam the brakes on worthy. 

hasan wisely kept his mouth shut as he switched to fox news — anything was better than CNN currently — and his eyes slowly zeroed in on the chat. question marks upon question marks until it eventually morphed into ‘holy shit she looks familiar’ and ‘girlfriend reveal????’ to ‘omg face reveal’ and his breathing faltered. 

someone switched the chat to emote only mode in the few moments he was silent for, austin thankfully following suit. glancing at his second monitor, you were still doing your thing, this time discussing the iowa flip from blue to red, completely oblivious. 

“austin,” hasan finally said, tone flat. there was no use making a big fuss out of denying it — that would just make it more obvious. 

austin chuckled nervously, awkwardly. “uh . . . sorry, hasan. i didn’t think about it . . . awkward.”

“clearly,” he grumbled, digging his fingers into his hair for a moment as he thought. the election was put on hold in his mind for a moment as he switched the screen to the full facecam. he wasn’t going to directly deny or confirm anything, so instead he said, “take what you will from what austin said. in saying that, don’t go harass her, clearly she was faceless for a reason. anyway,” hasan cleared his throat, “moving on, back to the election . . .” and he swiftly moved on like nothing ever happened ( while the mods were timing out anyone who asked about it for an entire week ).

“PENNSYLVANIA AND NEVADA ARE expected to be the closest as of currently,” you gestured to the map that demonstrated the slight wave from the blue shift. “we’re looking at about half a percent, but election night is full of surprises so . . . we’ll continue to keep an eye on that for now.” the directors in the back signalled that the camera was no longer live, and you nodded and took a deep breath. the polls weren’t looking as good as everyone had expected it would look for the democrats.

finally off the air for a much needed break, you wandered back over to your little table off to the side. notes were piling up, but upon noticing the spam of notifications flashing across your phone. weird, you thought, your notifications usually not showing up unless it came from verified accounts across all social media platforms . . . until you noticed that it was coming from your private instagram and twitter account. super weird. 

and then the text from hasan. 

6’4 SUPER JACKED BOYFRIEND: uhhh so austin accidentally told 300k people we’re dating 

6’4 SUPER JACKED BOYFRIEND: call me when ur done? so sorry

oh. on one hand the first part was exciting. three hundred thousand? it was a new viewership record for him. on the other? that means a shit ton of people knew the secret you guys had spent almost two years safeguarding. you’d wanted to keep your face out of everything because you had your own career and didn’t want his to intertwine with it. a healthy work-life balance was keeping that shit separate, but it was only really time until people found out anyway. it wasn’t the best kept secret, anyway. 

still, you weren’t mad. you sent off a quick text saying ‘it’s alr’ with a smiley face emoji and shut your phone off completely, shoving it off to the side and turning your laptop back on. you’d be back in california tomorrow, anyway, it could be dealt with then.

THE AIRPORT WASN’T AS secretive anymore. tired after only getting a couple hours of sleep because you got back to your hotel at some god awful hour this morning, it was an instant relief to see hasan waiting for you, dresses comfortably to not draw too much attention to himself — which was difficult because he was fucking huge.

either way, you had no energy to do anything but collapse into his waiting arms, letting him engulf you until you were suffocating. “this is nice,” you mumbled. “sorry i didn’t call, was so tired.”

“you’re fine,” he promised, pulling you back slightly to look at him. “i missed you,” he slipped his hand into yours, and he took your suitcase with his other hand. it was nice to be able to publicly be in his presence without worrying, so much so that you leant into his arm, tiredness dragging your feet.

“missed you more,” you said honestly, but there was more on your mind than just small talk. “where’s austin? motherfucker’s been blowing up my phone.”

hasan chuckled, “if i hear him apologise one more time i’m gonna commit a hate crime.” he then shook his head, “he wanted to stay at the house but i told him to come ‘round tomorrow . . . want you to myself first.”

you knew what that was code for, so you shook your head with a silent laugh. “let me sleep first, god.”

and sleep you did. the house was silent thankfully so you were content tucked up in hasan’s arms, stealing him from clocking in with his twitch chat for ten hours in a fit of selfishness that you were entitled too.

“austin might’ve saved our relationship,” you teased, trailing your fingers up his arm that was tightly wrapped around you, both on the verge of falling into dreamland. “now we can go out on proper dates again.”

“you can tell him yourself,” hasan’s arms tightened around her a little bit more, so full of warmth that the blanket was starting to render useless. “when he knocks our door down tomorrow morning.”

“aw, come on,” you tapped his arm a little harder, fighting the urge to gnaw on his forearm. “you love him.”

“i love you, he’s just my side piece,” he kissed the side of your neck tenderly, “night, baby.”

“g’night,” you mumbled back with a soft smile, the world drifting away for just that little bit longer until tomorrow rolled around. you could deal with your very public relationship then.

[astray-arlo]

Alright who’s ready for hell? I sure am!! It’s chaos.

Guess what. Yeah we’re hearing my thoughts again uh because I’m sleep deprived which will make it far worse!! Yawnnn I feel like theirs blood in my mouth. Anywho it’s fucking freezing in this room. I’m listening to my playlist made for this time of night. It’s quite nice. No one noticed by the Marias is playing MY ARMS KEEP MAKING WIERD NOUSES WHEN I TYPE- ahem so the Marias I do like! I love cariño >< oml Spanish nicknames are so much cuter than English ones. That’s an entire thing. 30 minutes until 6 AM wowww. I haven’t done an all nighter in a while. Hm strange! It is quite fun I suppose though. Somewhere in the universe has to be one of my favorite songs in the whole wide world by the pity party girls. I have an absolute connection with that song. Music makes me wanna scream in the most unhealthy but healthiest way possible. I am just a freak </3 love that song too. Oml someone shove a metal pipe down my throat to stay quiet about music. @vixxy-izzy keeps moving in her sleep @gh0st-punk might as well be dead. So boring *sigh* grrrrrrr. Flowers are delicate and soft, but some have thorns and are hard to get past. Every flower deserves a person but not every person deserves a flower. Like dogs, all dogs deserve an owner. But not all people deserve dogs. I don’t like dogs but I do at the same time. did you know borzais are taller then me on their back legs. Which in theory means borzois are also taller then Sabrina Carpenter. Now that is a silly thought to me. It hasn’t even hit the ten minute mark and I’ve written this much!? Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love- are you tired of me yet? I know you probably won’t ever get tired of me. It’s a bit baffling to me is all, but I believe her. A giraffe was freed yesterday :) I’m happy for the giraffe. Why does Alex G keep playing I swear I never had this much songs of his. Ugh headaches are my best friend! We love them. I am completely deranged yes I know! My name is pink and I’m really glad to meet you. I’m so confused we’ve been talking every day for like a month how are you not annoyed at me yet I’m genuinely curious. Curiosity kills the cat- HEY WAIT A MINUTE IS PLAYING. WE STAND WILLOW ON THIS BLOG!!! *sigh* I miss her. Bro I sound ridiculous I’m now realizing that, like Arlo you sound absolutely ridiculous. I wanna watch twilight (again) chronic obsession I actually need to finish the second book. That’s something I should do over summer. I’m supposed to draw- I draw like once a month or once every month there is no in between. I read month as moth. Moths are so cute gotta love them. Just like bats! Oh hey 4 minutes until it’s 6 AM I am going strong with this one. WILL MY HAND FUCKING WAKE UP! I hate the feeling of it. I can slowly start to see the sun it’s very very light but it’s showing up there is more light in this dark ass room now. I should like probably go to sleep after this. I dunno. Uhm why did it reload? Now some of my lovely writing wasn’t saved. My finger tips feel weird turns out I needed more blood circulation in them :P she was a fox while I was a hound. I love that poem of mine. Just wait until songbirds and dogs becomes one. I have a lot of plans for more poems. Just need to get around to doing them. Why do I have 133 followers. That’s like too much more than I planned on getting. Goodness gracious I talk a lot. I’m sleepy but don’t particularly want to go to sleep not yet at least. It’s getting brighter in here. Tv girl is playing. You know where to find me, and I know where to look. I’m not even spiraling this is just genuinely what it’s like in my mind but like 10x worse plus that by 3 then times it by 55 again!

IT JUST DELETED ALL MY WORK FROM GHIS POINT SO ON FUCK TAHG FUCK THIS FUCK EVERYTHING THAT JUST MADE ME MAD

GOOD NIGHT ALFRED!

[yuseirra]

Spreading the love on Valentine's Day with Ryoji!

I HAVE to get to the part where he appears in reload to get a better insight of this guy.. but he seems like the type who loves everything and everyone in the world. I like that a lot.

He also reminds me a little bit of the little prince. He probably cares for the MC the way the prince cares for the flower or the fox... it's not even "perhaps", It's a given he began caring for the world and was a lot more intrigued about it after he's met the MC. The same way the MC cares for the world due to the bonds he forms. It's very wholesome if you think about it.

[beskarthief]

Chapter 5 of the Star Wars fic "Order 65". The rest can be found here.

19 BBY, Coruscant, Coruscant, Senate District

"You two go get some rest, we can take it from here."

The sun was barely up, but Fox was nothing if not punctual. Lucky stifled a yawn, dragging his feet as he trailed along behind Eight. The latter saluted him.

"Yes, sir."

They traipsed off towards the lower levels, leaving Fox and Kosmo to their shift. It would be a long eight hours.

"You want me to take the perimeter, commander?" Kosmo asked.

"I've got it covered." Fox said, feet already following the familiar path around the senator's home. "Keep an eye on the front."

"Yes, sir." Kosmo took up his post, leaning back against one of the pillars that stood on either side of the door. Fox had to admit it was a little early, even for him. But that was what caf was for. He was already on his second cup of the day.

Scratch that. He tossed the newly emptied disposable cup into a nearby garbage chute. He would be on his third when they got off for lunch. If you could call the ten minute dash Kosmo made to the cafeteria to pick up some grub a lunch break.

 Following the same path he had the day before, Fox came around a bend in the small, railed off bit of metal platform that counted as the senator's backyard. There was a mug sitting on the edge of the banister and he glanced around for the senator. She shouldn't be out here alone. Not that he could actually tell her what to do.

 And honestly, wouldn't her getting picked off because of her own stupidity make his job a whole lot easier?

 Still. He didn't want them to look that bad. But the Pantoran woman wasn't anywhere in sight, and it wasn’t like there was really cover for her hide behind out here. Not that she thought she had any reason to hide, anyway. Crossing the cramped deck in just a few strides, he lifted up the mug to bring it back inside.

A note fell out from under it, the little piece of flimsi floating gently to the floor. Stooping momentarily, he lifted it up.

 For yesterday.

 The handwriting was elegant and refined, if a little bit too swoopy for his taste. Those curly tailed As and Es probably took as long to daw as it did for him to reload his blaster. With his eyes closed.

 But there were more pressing matters than fancy handwriting and what he now realized was a steaming cup of caf waiting for him.

 Fox sighed. The senator didn’t owe him anything. They were square. Or at least they had been before. He didn't want to owe her anything, not even a cup of caf. It would only make this harder, somehow.

 Not sure where else to put it, he stuffed the piece of flimsi into a pouch on his belt and contemplated the cup of caf in his hand. He could bring it inside to her right now and put an end to this whole thing; this little dance that they were having. But that would be rude, wouldn't it?

 Fox didn't know why he cared, and he didn't much care for the feeling.

 There wasn't really anything for it. Taking off his helmet, he placed it carefully beside him on the railing as he leaned over, surveying the city. It was it's usual bustling self; all zooming speeders and blinking lights. Oddly calming in it's intensity. If all of that as going on out there, then what did it really matter what was happening here? It didn't really, in the grand scheme of things.

 None of it mattered.

 Nothing they ever did or could do would change that. Corrie would still be here a thousand years from now, bustling and busy, with people from all corners of the galaxy rushing this way and that, thinking that they were important. That their lives mattered. That the task they were accomplishing would amount to something. But would it really?

 No. Of course not. 

 In the grand scheme of things they were all just specks, doing what they were told until they thought it was what they wanted. Waiting to die on a lump of debris floating through the infinite void of space.

 None of it mattered. And it never would.

 It took Fox a moment to realize that the caf was gone and the sun was coming up. A moment longer still to realize that he was no longer alone on the platform.

 "Senator, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." he straightened up, reaching instinctively for his helmet.

 "Is it a bad sign that I can sneak up on you, Commander?" she asked, glancing over at him from where she too was leaning against the railing. She was already dressed for a long day at the senate; hair up in one of those elaborate coils, outfit pressed and perfect.

 "It won't happen again, ma'am.. You have my word."

 "It was a joke." She said with a kind smile. A practiced smile.

 "I- Yes. Of course."

 "Well, what did you think?" she asked, nodding towards the empty mug in his hand. "I found it a little bitter to my liking, but something told me you might enjoy it."

 "It was..." Fox was about to say earthy and faintly aromatic. To ask if it was maybe some sort of blend. But he stopped himself. "A cup of caf is a cup of caf, ma'am. Helps keep you alert."

 "I suppose." The senator sighed. "Well, I had best be getting to the senate building. We're due for another conference. Will you be wanting to check the ship?"

 "If you don’t mind the delay, ma'am. I think it would be safest."

 "Of course. I'll let you get on with your job."

 He saluted her, waiting till she had gone inside, and then hurried to the front landing pad. Kosmo was already there, alongside one of the Pantoran guards that always accompanied the senator. He was watching as Kosmo began the first sweep of the ship.

 “Commander!” the sergeant made a gesture halfway between a salute and a wave, calling him over. “I was wondering where you were. I already did the cockpit.”

 “Good.” Fox tried not to let the frustration creep into his voice. He couldn’t believe he’d let himself get distracted on the job. He was a professional. He didn’t get distracted. “I’ll take the outside.”

 It didn’t take long to complete the sweep once it was the pair of them, and after a short flight through Coruscant’s ever bustling airspace they were walking into the Senate building just behind Chuchi. It wasn’t Fox’s first time, not by a long shot, and though he’d grown accustomed to it over the years he still disliked every inch of the place.

 Haughty men and women with no actual experience on the ground making decisions that shaped the world and the war. How many soldiers had died for them? Or worse, how many had they gotten killed? At least the Jedi had had the decency to stand on the front lines alongside the men they were sending to die. Not that they’d turned out much better. Treasonous sleemos every one of them. 

 And now, under the Empire, the looks Fox got as he walked the halls only became worse. There weren’t many Coruscant Guard left. They were either getting replaced by the TKs or by personal bodyguards like Chuchi’s two goons; Sven and Curtix. He could see them now, leading the way for the Senator as she floated down the halls in all her stately elegance. 

 During the Battle of Coruscant Fox had faced down a squadron of battle droids with only one clip left in his blaster and an injured comrade counting on him as their only chance to make it through the fight. 

 Sven and Curtix had probably been trained in which fork to use for your salad and which for the main course. 

 But somehow they garnered more respect from the Senators that haunted these halls than he ever would. He was just a number to them. Not even worthy of a voice in their discussions. Fox had gotten used to the occasional scornful glances and cold shoulders he would get walking the halls of the Senate during the Clone Wars. But now that the war was over, it was somehow worse. Like they had forgotten he existed, and his mere presence was an annoying reminder. 

 Maybe it was because the Empire was doing everything it could to promote their new conscript army and it’s amazing TKs. Citizens of the Empire; stepping up to do their part. Real men and women. Real soldiers.

 Or maybe it was because every time they saw him, it was a reminder that they now had three million more mouths to feed and people to home. Not that he was seeing a lot of effort or thought going towards that. 

 Because that was one of the first things Fox realized as a spectator of the Republic, and now the Empire’s, innerworkings. Nobody cared. And there was nothing he could do to change that. So he shouldn’t care either.

 And so he didn’t. 

 Fox didn’t care when a Senator looked at him as though he were an old decoration that somebody had forgotten to put away, even though the holiday was long over and the next was coming up. 

 He didn’t care when they discussed allocating funds to build a new and improved navy for their new and improved army. 

 And he didn’t care when one of the other Senators asked Chuchi ‘what those clones were for’ because that’s all he was to them, and he knew it. A shiny toy that had started to rust. 

 That was fine. Fox had always liked the color red.

[tristarnova]

Worst Undertale theories:

Frisk is canonically female because Sans says "sorry old lady" before his fight

Papyrus survived the genocide because he replaced himself with cardboard. I'm not kidding

Sans is Gojo 😭

Every lowercase sentence in the game is written by Sans.

Listen me here: Sans hacked Alphys(When she sent the ALPHYS updated status. just realized i didn't watch undyne fight the human v.c), the evidence is that it’s lowercase and also that Sans created everything that exist so he must be in every theory

Toriel is homophobic.

The theory I heard was that she was afraid HUMANITY was homophobic, thus why she said "not in front of the human" instead of "the child"

That frisk is male in genocide but female in pacifist. 🤨

Sans = Steven Universe After Not Surviving (

steven

after

not

surviving)

This probably isn't the worst theory but its one that bugs me, this old one I spotted that the reason Undyne has determination is because Alphys puts it in ice cream she eats

Any theory that goes "Gaster because Gaster" despite there being no need to include Gaster, and no evidence supporting his involvement.

That includes the theory of Gaster being involved in the Determination Experiments, despite Alphys directly saying all of it was her.

Sans can remember resets

Frisk is a monster 💀

, Genocide is justified 💀

Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy and Gaster were the 6 fallen humans. . . 💀

Chara controls Frisk in Genocide Route

Sans is the strongest ut character

River person = Ralsei because idk what it was but I think it was because like they share the same like cloak

ICE is Gaster (He’ll no! I don’t care if his suitcase resembles the suitcase of the true big shot Swatch, I will accept Rolux Kaard is Gaster first, their faces lineup at the very least)

Sans and Papyrus are revived humans that became monsters from Determination experiments (either by gaster??? or alphys). This would explain them "showing up out of nowhere" and how Papyrus remembers "Green Grass and flowers" before snowdin, where he remembers human life.

The Toriel's Dark Past theory

Sans bleeding Determination

 the pile of asriels dust theory

Ralsei is a girl because Susie was surprised after he took off his hat.

Monsters are weaker because they are not exposed to sun and lack vitamin D 💀

Chara committed genocide on the humans before they fell underground. If I remember correctly their reasoning was that they said it was the only explanation as to why Chara was able to achieve as high a damage number as we see when they erase the world.

Soulless Pacifist is just Chara pranking you and that everyone's actually okay anyway since they're just reminding you that you did the genocides!!!!. Might as well just remove everything from the game but the Undyne the Undying and Sans fights without dialogue since there's literally no stakes in the story whatsoever if that's the case, just do the two challenging fights then be done.

Top 10:

sans remembering saves cause, imagine this, right? You do a SECOND genocide run right, reload your save file that is in the ruins, walk out of the ruins. What happens? Sans is there, sees you, and proceeds to obliterate you. And imagine how awkward it'd be to do a pacifist run AFTER a genocide run.

Flowey messed with the corpses of the kids Asgore and the others killed to gather what determination they had left.

Dr. Gaster is part wingdings and part aster because wingdings are silly like papyrus, and aster is serious like Sans. Not even Toby Fox would make sense of that, but at least the rest of the left brain - right brain theory has some evidence, if matpat's knowledge of brains is even credible i never did well enough at biology maybe i should

Chara is a villain

toriel is frisk

Sans is chara

That Sans doesn’t care about Papyrus or anyone

Um did we play the same Genocide route? Cuz he clearly does care…

Gas pipe theory

Both sans and flowey knows about the resets but flowey doesn't know it's a videogame, but sans knows it's a videogame

This is all just wrong, expect for the reset ones are backwards, the reset ones are mostly correct, the last one is just backwards, yes both remember about resets, but it’s flowey how knows it’s a game, while sans doesn’t know it is a game, it technically depends on the route, how is the strongest, but usually its flowey how’s the strongest, and besides that, all of them are wrong.

[seriousbrat]

Physical activity is important for children’s health and growth. Is there anything equivalent to PE in Hogwarts? Does anyone practice any sports other than quidditch?

The text suggests “no”, so I’m much more interested in headcanons!

A hufflepuff running club that jogs together every morning?

Gryffindor broom-racing team, sprint and long distance, and air-hurdles?

Broom-jousting?

Wild swimming in the lake?

Yoga at the astronomy tower?

Magical Highland Games?

I suppose a duelling club can also count as a sport, as it can be very physical!

Bonus question, if you can indulge us… how are the Marauders keeping fit? (As in healthy, not as in hot)

Honestly, I think they're keeping fit by climbing up and down all the staircases on a daily basis haha. Especially Gryffindors and Ravenclaws who, apart from needing to get from the Great Hall to their classes, live in towers. Tbh this might be why those are generally the best Quidditch teams lmao. Hmm... towerspiracy.

And then a lot of the classes themselves are quite active. Charms, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Defence (barring Umbridge) especially. Remember when the trio had to wrestle the Snargaluff in HBP? Xtreme Gardening. Magic is an active practice in general, so in particular these classes at Hogwarts would be much more active than normal classes would be in a Muggle school, which mostly involve sitting at a desk. I don't know that the average Hogwarts student would need much else tbh, and for those that are particularly athletically inclined there's Quidditch.

So that's my honest answer, which also goes for the Marauders. Peter was probably a bit less fit than James and Sirius, but James is an athlete and Sirius is a very active person generally, he does a lot of duelling. And Remus was likely not very healthy because of his transformations.

There are magical sports/games other than Quidditch though-- and duelling can definitely count as a sport, as you say. In Quidditch Through the Ages there's a few different (broom) sports talked about, like Shuntbumps and broom racing, but Shuntbumps (which is basically broom jousting haha) is a kid's game and there doesn't seem to be broom racing at Hogwarts. As is mentioned in QTtA, the extreme popularity of Quidditch in Britain eclipses basically any other sport. I'd like to see broom polo or some kind of magical field hockey though, that would be fun.

Also I did at one point have Snape and Avery play (English) billiards on a special table where they used their wands to magically propel the balls instead of a cue, and I also think magical snooker would exist in the same way. Maybe a form of magical darts?

The other things I've used in my fic are magical horse racing (though in the sense of characters betting rather than playing) and Nogtail hunting-- which is canon, mentioned by McLaggen, and which I took as the magical equivalent of fox hunting, a cruel, thankfully now mostly illegal 'sport' traditionally practised by the upper class. This is fairly important in this part of my fic since the Rosiers are avid hunters haha. And I was going to invent some kind of equivalent to shooting (birds) but I haven't rly thought about that yet except that they use (magical, self-reloading) crossbows instead of guns.

Anyway, I don't think any of these would be done at Hogwarts though lmao. The room of requirement could provide a snooker table or a dartboard or something if someone really wanted to play haha.

But I like your ideas! Non-Quidditch players might be a bit stiff and inflexible so they could probably use some yoga haha. And I can see students informally playing Shuntbumps in the grounds. I would have liked to see more extracurricular groups in general, honestly. In the HBP video game if anyone played that, the potion's club was my absolute fave haha.

[ameliahexagon]

After this scene, I had some more theories + I'll tell you the old ones (reload):

1. These two shapes may be the parents of Spheer (the child from the Big Giant Circles group), since one of them has a fox tail and ears, and a similar hairstyle, and it is a boy/man. The thing is that the light red sphere has eyes like a fox, and this can confirm the relative bond between that child and the figure unknown to us.

2. The other person (shape) with earrings may be the Cirtunda's daughter and the Spheer's mother, since she has a similar hairstyle and type of jewelry.

3. Judging by the appearance of those shapes, we can assume that this is the Shirobon group. You remembering the levels made to the music of the artist from the game Just Shapes & Beats. Probably, the musical theme of the boy/man is Fox, the girl/woman is unknown. Maybe it's Granite.

4. Confirmation of the third theory: When the two unknown shapes were suddenly attacked by Ajaceare an orange piece of the Tree Of Life fell out of them. Not only the appearance, but also this makes it clear that those strangers are the group

[fierykitten2]

I had a meme I wanted to make this morning but I couldn’t find the right template so you get this mess instead (me making the meme template myself instead of finding one online). Here is “would my favourite (headcanon) Smash friendship group plus the guys I want in Smash play God” feat Falcon, Samus, Fox, Mewtwo, Lucario, Robert, the Proto Beasts and the Neo Swords

I decided I would scale everyone the same based on how tall the pngs were which results in some unusual height discrepancies, probably the most unusual one being (best F-Zero racer) Robert being the same height as (best Pokémon) Iron Leaves (bare in mind the average Iron Leaves is 1.5 metres aka 4’11” and a demo version of GX listed Falcon’s height as 1.9 metres aka (approximately) 6’3” (I’ll be honest up to a point I prefer to measure height in feet and inches so I only memorised Falcon’s height in feet and inches I just made the corrections after visiting the F-Zero Facts wiki. Only reason I know Leaves’s height in both systems is because I realised its exactly 2 metres shorter than Wake and at some point I discovered it’s the same height as Meowscarada, Delphox and Armarouge, all of which I know are 4’11”) plus Falcon and Robert tend to be around the same height, even SNES-era when Pico and Goroh were much smaller. Admittedly height isn’t very consistent in F-Zero, GX shows Goroh is taller than Falcon but if I trust that demo information Goroh should still be shorter than Falcon. Also that demo listed everyone as a year older than they actually are in GX so it’s probably not supposed to be taken seriously. I still like the idea of having a debatably-canon height for Falcon if anyone knows what that demos says about Robert’s height I’m interested hang on I found a link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVaN9gi9BTk&t=476s it’s at 8:18 but I can’t read anything about a height and don’t even know if that information is on there (if this part sounds rushed, tumblr reloaded twice and both times it went back to “debatably-canon” and I had to start again just because I dared to be interested in the F-Zero Facts Wiki. I’m now taking steps to avoid that problem by saving this as a draft every so often) hang on, I don’t think it mentions his height bc I’ve seen where it’s supposed to be from Goroh and Falcon’s fact files but Robert’s one is shorter)

To explain the second and third tiers, Samus and Fire’s tier means they can’t play God because they lack anything like Falcon’s belt, Robert’s medical knowledge and Mewtwo and the Neo Swords’ psychic abilities but would willingly play God if given the chance and means to do it while Crown’s tier means it can play God it just thinks sometimes it’s best to let nature take its course (ironically for a robot and not even the Grass-type of its trio, in fact it’s the Steel-type. If anything it’s the least natural (okay given Cobalion is also part Steel that part’s probably not true))

Yeah I think Leaves and Boulder are both quite impulsive just in different ways (Leaves in a “manic pixie dream girl” way and Boulder in a “tough guy” way, both gender-neutral. Fun fact, I made another meme about these twelve where I called Leaves a manic pixie dream girl but the post never made it out because I didn’t like my way of pointing out for some of the categories I didn’t take the entire category seriously, just the core details (specifically Leaves being female being implied by “manic pixie dream girl” and Falcon and Robert implied to be parents by “big titty dilf”. I’m less defensive against the whole Falcon and Robert being parents thing because I accept it is possible especially if you believe that Kent isn’t just doing it for attention and given how mysterious the Maximum Velocity gang is, I think he’s just doing it for attention. Speaking of the Maximum Velocity gang being mysterious, they should meet some Paradox Pokémon. Anyway I take the whole “genderless/gender unknown” category of Pokémon a lot more seriously than I should (I’m still calling Cosmog’s line and the Hero Duo genderless even though their Pokédex entries suggest Lunala and Zacian are female and Solgaleo and Zamazenta are male) and especially given Virizion is also listed as genderless (again in a sort of “we don’t have the means to study this Pokémon” way) I can’t see Leaves as anything other than genderless)) and they’d both be ready to play God if they felt like it. Leaves is literally a Grass-type it has an advantage here (uhh, in playing God. I swear I didn’t start a random conversation with myself resulting in me talking about who would win between Leaves and Boulder. That kind of stuff happens irl, it doesn’t happen in my posts)

[pajulammas]

For the fic prompt meme, can you do Sonic and Tails with 10? (Of course. Platonic brotherly pairing. I probably do not need to clarify this but. The fic prompt meme seemed more angled for romantic parings so I'm making the clarification anways 👍) It makes me sososo sad that they never got to have that awesome movie night in Impactful Skip...

(YES platonic relationships are very welcome with the prompts that can work platonically as well!! I love exploring platonic relationships perhaps even more than romantic ones XD)

10. movie night

“This is so unrealistic,” Tails huffed in amusement as he shoved a fistful of popcorn into his mouth, “I mean, unlike the usual movies, they at least reload their guns… But they couldn’t really shoot that much in one go, a pistol of that size would only hold maybe 17 bullets at most!”

Sonic snickered in his beanbag chair as he turned his head towards the couch. “Sure, buddy,” he raised his brow at his little brother.

Action movies were Sonic’s favorite, as they usually held his attention better than those confusing art films Amy usually picked. So, for his movie night with his little buddy, Sonic had rented several interesting ones he hadn’t seen yet.

Tails usually enjoyed action movies as well, but he couldn’t help but point out all the inconsistencies and all the facts the movies had gotten all wrong. The little fox was so knowledgeable – perhaps Sonic should’ve been concerned about how much his 8-year-old little brother knew about weapons. But he was way too impressed to worry.

“Modern guns wouldn’t shoot when they are dropped, either,” Tails scoffed as he pointed at the screen, “They won’t shoot unless the trigger is actually pulled, you know!”

“Uh-huh,” Sonic grinned as he reached his hand towards the couch and grabbed some popcorn from Tails’ bowl.

“Seriously! I can’t take this movie seriously when they can’t even get the basic facts right!” Tails chuckled with his arms crossed.

Sonic shook his head with a smile. “Yeah. And a monster of that size couldn’t realistically tear down the sturdiest building in the city, could it?”

“Well, that’s completely different, Sonic!” Tails shouted, “That monster is from another planet and it was exposed to a lot of radiation when it arrived on Earth!”

Sonic snorted loudly. It was good to know his brother had his priorities straight.

[theadventurerslog]

Quest For Glory 1: So You Want to Be a Hero | Part 2

The Adventurer's Log

Last time I explored around the town of Spielburg, picked up some quests, and poked around a little bit outside town. Now it's time for my second day of this adventure: When Things Went Wrong.

Things started well enough. I went to the castle stable to do a bit of work for 5 silvers.

Too bad there aren't spells to help my little wizard. I mean if there were I probably wouldn't have been able to afford them either.

I also met the castle's sword master who had nothing for me as I'm not a warrior, but I still made my own fun anyway.

This is the advantage of text parsers.

As I started wandering around in the wilderness again, I made some attempts at fighting in hopes of maybe winning and getting some more money, but that just led to more dying.

So looting monsters for money wasn't going well at this point.

But it's okay. I'd find money elsewhere somehow and then I could buy fetch to get the healer's ring back for her and get more money for more magic!

While I was running away from more monsters, and getting lost because it's hard to map anything while you're fleeing, I ran into a white stag. Naturally, I had to follow him. You don't just see a fancy white stag and not follow.

He led me to a big tree that upon trying to interact revealed a dryad. She cut me a deal that she would help me with information, if I brought her a seed from the Spore Spitting Spirea, so that she could plant one elsewhere to preserve them.

I... could not do that either yet because guess what else you use Fetch for! Or could climb, I think, if such a skill was in Cinder's possession.

But there was still stuff to do; I wasn't getting concerned at all yet and there was always more exploration to be getting on with.

I found a poor trapped fox and freed him. In return he told me Baba Yaga had put an enchantment on the Baron's daughter and speak to the dryad about a way to break it. So, I slightly did things out of order, or at least confirmed dealing with the dryad is indeed a good thing.

And then I arrived at Erana's Peace. A pretty and safe area. You can eat fruit off the tree to heal and also rest there. There was a large boulder with runes on it that read "If thy Will is Magic, so shall I share. Open this Stone and claim what is there."

Open spell here I come.

I picked some flowers and I was able to sell those to the healer. That netted me enough money to buy the Open spell which is the cheapest spell. I was making some actual progress!

I went back to Erana's Peace and opened the stone which gave me a Calm spell.

You can cast calm on monsters outside of combat to get them to stay and not chase you. Or... you can in combat and...

...die a terrible sarcastic death. No regrets.

Further exploration landed me at a cave guarded by some kind of ogre. My new handy dandy Calm spell stopped the ogre so I could run by and enter the cave.

There was a chained bear. I was able to calm it so I could get close, but my open spell wouldn't work on the chain. I needed a key.

I could at least get into the cave beyond him where there was a dark room, and a kobold. I could not deal with anything here. Trying the open spell opened a chest too far away to get to without drawing the kobold's attention. The kobold was very quick to start blasting me with magic and killing me. And killing me some more.

At this point I finally faced facts that things were going to be very slow or difficult. I was pretty useless in combat. I couldn't help the healer. I couldn't deal with the bear. I couldn't get the spirea seed. Yes, there were more areas I hadn't been to yet, but then what? I really wanted flame dart to help in combat. I was just generally feeling stalled up and completely broke. You can only work in the stable once a day. I wasn't sure if I could sell more flowers.

I decided to reload a save from just before I bought the Open spell.

So I didn't yet have enough for the Fetch of course, but I figured the next day I'd work at the stable and try selling more flowers. So I spent the rest of the current day grinding my zap spell and attempting some combat and running away. It was all skill building. As night fell I went to Erana's Peace to sleep and pick more flowers.

Splat.

As it turned out the healer didn't want to buy more flowers. There was still the stable work at the castle that got me closer at least. Aaand then I died and hadn't saved on that day yet. However! I finally had a successful fight--my first successful fight!--on the reload and got some silver. Then with the five silver from stable work, I had exactly enough for the fetch spell. I was fixing my mistakes!

I could finally help the healer with her missing ring.

Fetching the ring for the healer got me 6 gold and two healing potions.

She also kissed me and then we skedaddled before she could do it again.

I had exactly enough gold to get flame dart. This wizard had a weapon now. Beyond a zapped dagger I mean. A bit of range! I just needed to get my open spell back.

My save files tell a story of my woe.

With my new Fetch spell, I went to go get the Spirea seed for the dryad. …and failed because I'm a baby wizard. But after a few attempts, I got it. Practice indeed.

Of course then I needed to find my way back to the dryad since I didn't have that mapped because I was running away from monsters then running after the stag before.

Thankfully, that wasn't as bothersome as I'd feared. The dryad appreciated the seed.

"Now this will boldly grow where none has grown before!" And I can appreciate a Star Trek reference.

Then she gave me an acorn and some information.

Evil is in the valley and prophecy says a hero will bring a young human out from the darkness. Of course that's me! Cinder Win to the rescue. I would need a potion to break enchantments that the healer can make.

Ingredients needed:

Flowers from Erana's Peace - already done Green fur Fairy Dust Magic Acorn - rewarded from the Dryad Flying Water - found at a waterfall. I got some in one of my empty vials.

So, I just needed fairy dust and green fur.

Further wandering found me rocks, grass and... an antwerp.

The Antwerp bounced away to the next screen so I followed as you do.

There was no sign of it...

Until there it was plummeting from the sky and I was splatted.

"Trounced by a bounce!"

Too flat to carry on.

It can be...dealt with however.

When it's falling on you, raise a weapon.

And it'll land on it. Pop goes the Antwerp.

To make more mini Antwerps!

There doesn't seem to be any point in doing this, and the mini Antwerps were harmless, but I've spread more Antwerps around the forest and that's... That's something! Maybe I'm truly an Antwerp Hero instead.

So for next time I have a number of tasks to consider:

Going back to the bear and kobold

Finding Green Fur and Fairy Dust

Finding Magic mushrooms for the healer for money as per her ingredient request

Looking for Baba Yaga

Finding Erasmus the Wizard

Getting money to get the Open spell back

And of course continuing to learn more about the whole bandit situation.

A hero is busy indeed.

[when-life-gives-you-lemons-if]

Not me hooking up/romancing every option except Fox (considered it. Then he asked me to stab my current boss in the back and I immediately reloaded the save) and then inviting all of them to the party. *Sure,* that's gonna go down well.

Side note, I play the 'older sibling' route and I've noticed a lot of the time, characters will say 'your kid'/'their kid', etc. Which honestly I have found a little bit jarring since - they're not my child, they're my *sibling.* My MC might be their guardian, but my reaction is always "...well that's incorrect" whenever someone says it. I know these kinds of variables are more difficult to do (esp since it would need multiple variants for both your own and your kid's genders, and you've probably used 'kid' instead of son/daughter for this very reason), but I figured I'd ask just in case you'd consider changing this?

That birthday party is going to be a mess. 😅

About the thing you mentioned. Did you play the latest update?

I'm not sure the kid gets called your child as the code for brother, sister, son, etc., is always used based on what the player chose, but I'll do a sister playthrough before the next update.

I think you're referring to people calling MC the mother or father or parent, and I did change that. Now you can choose exactly what you want to be called even tho you're the legal guardian.

[underfell-brittle-bright]

Valentines Day, 2024

Warnings: Gun violence, Swearing, Vendetta, dismemberment mention(?)

February 14, 2024:

Sans eyes his brother with uncertainty, not knowing how he's supposed to react to the feather boa. Is he supposed to laugh? Pretend to not notice it? Did his brother lose a deal with the Key Maker, have to dress up like a woman? Maybe not. His brother wouldn't look so smug if he was being forced into something… or maybe he would. The round skeleton watches as Papyrus slips a square into their meat grinder, the machine's teeth crudely mulching it to a pulp. Sans's brows come together. …Should he even ask? Should he put a voice to his question? Risk this tentative bit of household peace for a smidge of curiosity that he could well live without? Roller watches his brother casually mix the shredded polaroid with a bowlful of water and Worcestershire sauce. …No. Sans's curiosity wasn't worth peace-- or Papyrus's ever-changing temper.  He turns away from the war criminal just in time to miss him setting a wick, gunpowder, and glitter glue on the dinner table. Sans moves away from the kitchen and into his brick bedroom. His lumpy mattress dips underneath him as he slides an ornate, blue hardcover book out from underneath his pillow. Roller quickly opens the book to where he left off. His open window letting in the construction site ambience from just outside the house. He has more important things to do than disturb the peace. Like finish "Pride and Prejudice" and then return it before people realize that he isn't reading some kind of academic essay on racism. Which would be feels-y enough in its own right, but the Human/Monster romance Jabot lent him would probably get him stabbed in this part of town if people found out. Shot. Maybe both, in that order. Sans catches a glimpse of his Human eyes in the tiny wall mirror to his left. He decides to focus back on reading, instead. …Or maybe he was just paranoid. Maybe the world is kinder than when he was a baby, he thought, watching Mr. Darcy make his first, somewhat cold, proposal to the sheep Monster, Elizabeth. More willing to tolerate the fact that he was born. Maybe he could even-- A gunshot from the kitchen makes Roller fling himself to the floor, borrowed book sailing out through his window. ----- Papyrus reloads his pistol, grumbling about how he grabbed the Wrong. Damn. Gun. He'd wanted to have a cigar while he assembled his bootleg firecracker, so he'd reached for the pistol-shaped lighter he looted off of the corpse of a homeless man in Normandy three years ago and pulled the trigger. This was not that lighter. He also has a pistol, the same make and model that the real lighter was based on, and he keeps both right next to each other for his own entertainment. And now, he's just shot his own damn cigar in half. Vendetta glowers down at the smoldering stub he's set next to his gunpowder, then flicks the pistol chamber closed. Sans creeps out of his bedroom. There is a gun in his shaky hands, a weapon Papyrus knows his brother doesn't have the strength to use, but enough weight to bluff with. He cautiously peers into the kitchen. Papyrus sees the man make eye contact with him. Vendetta rolls his eyes at Roller's theatrics. "CALM YOUR TITS, WOMAN. IT'S JUST ME." No longer fearing for his life, and after a significant pause, Sans pockets his gun and rounds on his brother in a disorganized fury. "H-- What the hell are you doing?!? Do you-- I-- you just woke up the whole building!" Papyrus grabs the correct lighter, attempting to salvage the half of his cigar that hadn't fallen to the floor. "I'M KEEPING THE RENT DOWN, YOU SISSY. WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M DOING?" He lights up. "You--!" There is a familiar, harsh knock at the front door, and Sans begins to sweat. "This is the police! You have five seconds before we forcefully search your home! Five! Four! Three--!" ---

(Do I put a warning on this? That's for you to decide.)

Undertale by Toby Fox Undertale Brittle by Grotto-kay Underfell Brittle/Bright by Grotto-kay

[bakugourising]

binging iwtv before it gets taken off hbo

ep 1

wait is this the actor that played the bernie sanders guy in succession omg this is my mcu

omg the blue contacts lol

vampire self harm

“you were disrespectful” “i was high” lol

“in the middle of the pandemic” oh shit this is set during covid

ok i’ve read the book so this other guy in the back is armand??

his backstory is so different but it works

omg this is so vulgar

ahh the blue eyes r so scary 😭

i always loved the setting so much new orleans is so pretty

this is the weirdest flirting of all time

“you’re his destiny louis” “destined to be very good friends” lol

the powers anne rice vampires have r so cool

ok i kind of love paul

this is so bisexual

“it’s my brothers funeral” 😭

bruh lestat needs to chill the fuck out

such a good first ep hell ya

ep 2

all this fancy food is giving me hannibal flashbacks

“can we turn down the music” oh i love that

lestat is so bitchy

“i should have told you that” ya probably

the fox :(

i love lestat’s straw hat

the sound design for this show is rlly good

DONT EAT THE BABY

theatre kid lestat back at it again

“i almost ate my nephew lestat” lol

ep 3

lestat is so EXTRA stop harassing the piano guy 😭

“what’s wrong with that man” no literally

“more nuanced portrait” lol

“ya i heard that about you two” lol

i love bricks

“sounds like some kind of russian bolshevik scheme”

“he’s a lot”

🫢

omg that’s so creepy with the soldiers wtf this show does the anne rice genre of horror so well

omg i love louis’ red suit

“i’ll let you reload” cold af

i for one support louis killing racists

“i’m a vampire”

claudia pog

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

Tentative Persona ranking

I have played Persona 5 Royal, Persona 4 Golden and Persona 3 Reload, so I guess I have played the Big Three (rip to Persona and Persona 2). I decided to make some tentative rankings, just for fun.

Beware for spoilers!

Best storyline/storytelling

Persona 4's murder mystery

Persona 5's conspiracy

Persona 3's Dark Hour eradication

Okay, what I mean is the way the story got told, etc. The reason Persona 4 wins is because it just kept throwing in twists and turns that felt like they fit a murder mystery. The game had me hooked and I never knew what the fuck was up. Once I thought I had a lead, something else would fuck it over. Persona 5 is second place because I really, really like the framing device that this is all a flashback till November, and then there's the aftermath of it all. Persona 3 is a story that definitely had some plot twists, but it was told in a very linear way.

Best gameplay experience

Persona 3 for the great UI/HUD, smooth gameplay and QoL

Persona 5 for the great UI/HUD and QoL

Persona 4 for mostly smooth gameplay

Basically, which one is the youngest. Persona 3 did win over Persona 5 since it has a way better pacing. The main issue I had with Persona 5 (and also with 4) was the terrible pacing. Sometimes entire in-game weeks would just be cutscenes and all that. And also, the first 10 hours or so of Persona 5 sucks to play. Persona 4 has some pacing issues, but it's alright. The reason it's still the lowest is because I really miss the QoL and great UI/HUD and that impacted more than the pacing. This is why Persona 3 is on top.

Best theme of the game

Persona 3's meaning of life and death

Persona 5's abuse and rebellion

Persona 4's truth and self-acceptance

This is a hard one, since all are so different and all slap. It's like comparing apples and pears. The concept of death absolutely compells me, so well, here we are, that one's on top. Persona 5 and 4 can switch around, I guess.

Best protagonist

Persona 5's Ren Amamiya

Persona 3's Makoto Yuki

Persona 4's Yu Narukami

Another hard one, because my GOD I love these guys. I chose Ren because I think he has more going for him. He's more than just a self-insert. Same goes for Makoto, of course, since Makoto has an interesting background as well, but I am just enamoured by Ren. Yu is in the game kind of... flat compared to Makoto and Ren. I know a lot of his absolutely amazing characterisation comes from the anime, though, but in-game he is a silent classical hero type. Heck, he didn't even get Shadow confrontation with his awakening.

Best main group

Persona 5's Phantom Thieves

Persona 3's S.E.E.S.

Persona 4's Investigation Team

I like how much the Phantom Thieves can be insufferable. My feelings towards them kept fluctuating and I like that. It makes them feel more real. S.E.E.S. is cool too, and I like how they have different relationships towards each other. Not everyone likes each other, which brings an interesting dynamic. Also, there are good reasons for the distrust and dislike, unlike the Investigation Team. I like all of the IT individually, but as a group I never saw a real click.

Best side characters

Persona 3's S. Links

Persona 5's Confidants

Persona 4's S. Links

This one is kind of rough to rank, since all games have stellar Social Links, and also Social Links that suck ass. I suppose Persona 3 has the least shitty ones. I didn't like the Gourmet King and Kenji's. I didn't finish Hayase and Kaisuke.

For Persona 5, obviously Ohya's story sucked, and I didn't even finish it. I also wasn't to keen on Makoto's and (unpopular opinion) Ann's. Chihaya and Shinya... exist. Sae's was bad. I only didn't finish Futaba's (although I also didn't finish Yusuke and Yoshida on my first playthrough, I am still working through my second).

Persona 4 is last, probably because the Fox, Margaret, Naoto, Teddie, Marie, Shu and Sayoko weren't that great. Rise and Yukiko's were also badly told, although I like the stories. I didn't finish Kou, Ayane, Ai, Eri and Nanako (ouch). I wasn't even able to meet Yumi and I missed out on Daisuke, obviously. So yeah, overall, this one had the most that I didn't really care for.

Best combat outfit design

Persona 5's Phantom Thieves outfits

Persona 3's S.E.E.S outfits

Persona 4's TV glasses

I mean... the Phantom Thieves have a full on transformation. Whereas not every design is, uh, amazing, it is absolutely great and it overshadows a simple jacket or cape like for S.E.E.S. (although those outfits go hard too). The Investigation Team just has glasses.

Best Persona world

Persona 5's Metaverse

Persona 4's TV world

Persona 3's Tartarus

The Metaverse can be anything and that is pretty cool. I like how all Palaces represent someone's twisted desires and how Mementos is the collective cognition. Also, I am trying to limit it to Royal, Golden and Reload here, but in spin-offs like Strikers and Tactica you have Jails and Kingdoms, that show how versatile the Metaverse is. The TV wold als has some variation, since all the individual dungeons are also modelled after a Shadow version of someone. In comparison to those, Tartarus is just meh. It's always the same, but with different Shadows and a different lick of paint.

Best design of the game

Persona 3's blue simplistic design with water elements

Persona 5's red and flashy comic book style

Persona 4's yellow and black TV static

I love red. It's my favourite colour. BUT MAN, the simplistic design of Persona 3 is so gorgeous to look at and it's calming, especially with the water elements. Persona 5 is super loud. I suppose 3 and 5 can switch around, depending on the mood. Persona 4 is very basic, but alas, older game.

Best music

Persona 5's jazz and pop music

Persona 3's lo-fi-ish pop and rap music

Persona 4's J-Pop music

Personally, I like the jazz more than the lo-fi and rap. I am also not the biggest fan of high pitched voices, which you get a lot in J-Pop. That all being said, all of the music absolutely goes hard. Even Persona 4's soundtrack goes off.

Best setting

Persona 5's Tokyo

Persona 3's Tatsumi Port Island

Persona 4's Inaba

To be fair to Persona 4, the whole point of Inaba is that it's a small boring town. And with this ranking, I am basing it on what to do in the overworld. Toyko is so big, there are several spots I never even visited after 100+ hours of gameplay. Tatsumi Port Island is probably the best size. It's never boring, and also not overwhelming.

Best human villain

Persona 5's Maruki

Persona 4's Adachi

Persona 3's Strega

Is there anyone who doesn't like Maruki? His storyline is so compelling and I think the game itself shows that his vision isn't bad. In fact, if you choose his reality, you don't get a bad ending, but just a different true ending (ideal vs. real instead of bad vs. true/good ending). I think that shows how strong Maruki's beliefs are. Adachi, to be honest, was a big left field for me. I genuinely didn't suspect him to be The Culprit. I only picked him in December because I knew his Social Link got added between vanilla and Golden and hmmm, which other Persona storyline got a big change like that? Ah. Akechi. The surprise antagonist of Persona 5. A part of me thinks it was a too big of a surprise, but I guess that is the point. Yu (and I) fell for Adachi's goody persona. And Strega has a compelling backstory, but compared to Adachi and Maruki it's a bit eh. Still good, just not as good. They're classic villains, instead of MACs.

Best godly villain

Persona 3's Nyx

Persona 4's Izanami-no-Okami

Persona 5's Yaldabaoth

Nyx has a lot going for her since she was brilliantly woven into the story before her reveal through Pharos and Ryoji. I actually really, really didn't like the Yaldabaoth reveal. The surprise that this entire conspiracy that it was actually a God's doing felt a bit "die a hero (Shido story) or live too long to become a villain (Yaldabaoth story)" for me, but alas, Persona 5 was my first game and I didn't know that the God stuff is a normal thing in the franchise. Still, since my initial reaction was so negative, it has left a bad taste in my mouth. So yeah, Nyx is great because it was woven into the story, Yaldabaoth sucked because it was too weird. Izanami-no-Okami is slap dab in the middle.

Best Velvet Room attendant

Persona 3's Elizabeth

Persona 5's Carole and Justine/Lavenza

Persona 4's Margaret

I love Lavenza, so she actually got first place when I initially wrote this, but oh man, Elizabeth probably has the most personality out of all the Velvet siblings. She goes absolutely nuts and Lavenza/Carole and Justine and Maragaret cannot hold a candle to her. And yes, again, I try to base this ranking on Royal, Golden and Reload, but Elizabeth's story in Persona 4 Arena ULTIMAX definitely cemented the fact that she is the best.

BONUS

Best relationship with unintentional underlying homoerotic elements

Persona 5's Shuake

Persona 3's Ryomina

Persona 4's Souyo

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. o . ( o ) . o .

The word is with Jacek. The word is in Jacek.

From the beginning, he was He. Until the ending, he will Be.

"I can remember new concepts, facts and phrases."

(I can (not) remember new concepts, facts and phrases.)

"My glossary of cues and associations is direct and without fault."

(My glossary of cues and associations is (in)direct and (full of) fault.)

"What I see is sensibly ordained and materially verifiable."

(What I see is [irrationally propagated] and [hysterically projected].)

"It is worthwhile and fruitful to communicate what I see and what I feel to the people around me."

(It is worth[less] and fruit[less] [faultless and fruity!] to communicate what I see and feel to the people who don't care.)

"I am direct and unwavering in my perspective."

(I am [a tyrant, a retard, and a whore.])

"I trust that I can divine my higher good, even at times when I may feel lost, or stalled by the inevitable probability of unforeseen error."

("I trust [that my wild delusions will give me the retard strength and idiot lack of self-awareness to humiliate the people around me into just letting this go and never bringing it up again.])

"Why would I fear or revile what I perceive as the lack inherent within myself when I see this seeming emptiness is in fact an ever-fecund fullness from which originates my boundless potential?"

(Why [am I such a fucking dumbass, bro?])

The word within him sang. Within the word, he sang without.

Whispers coming in his ear. The properties stood unoccupied for generations. Only day spores of mold crept in veins of decay in what was otherwise drywall rosettes of cake frosting. Heavy pinks and jade satin faintly metallic from the quilt.

Here, he had all they needed. Here, there was nobody else and all was theirs for the taking. Any other he seen he knew how to control. Make friends, make fuck, make war and reload save states.

Someone was whispering to him. A lapping of the tip of the tongue came as a cyclone down saltwater seas, inland channels and underground reservoirs emptying out from temple walls to dry beds, leaving sands to churn through fingers in a bowel of glass.

He was looking for a brother.

Any man who put his hands on him was his brother.

Any man who leaned in close and whispered, he would follow to the ends of the earth. For the tapping of his pouting lips against his lobe, he would lead siege over cliffs, drop bridges on which he still stood -- to advance the cult, the tribe, the herd, the shepherd of the flock in which he was lamb, lying down with itself coiled in the belly of an otter.

As a serpent, a lion, the whimsies it breathes as toxins atmospheric and ambient, signing contracts to unobtainable dreams without amendment, holding handholders hostage with niceties, building wells in which to flood ruins long abandoned, stonewalling itself in concentric circles.

By his side, the silver fox smiling with fangs petite as Louis the XIV butterknives. Eyes on not even a single hen to hawk, simply cocks mid-strut in need of hand to head, smiling sweet as madeleines to slice and syringe with melted butter and shine up the tea late summer blooms of bitter shellac.

With them, a weasel, a rat, a mongoose, a cat, mounted and feeding, a vampyre bat. A small band of smaller carnivores he let lay down with his flock, to cause them no harm, but tantalize him by their trickery and eagerness to connive and conform. For always he could smile back, draw the blood from their throat, the throat from their necks. Watch their eyes roll back in dances within spasms where the eyes were left always white and their faces always read til none was left, the skull beneath never as clean as when it welt the desert sun.

Around the tip of his spear, which he had not with him, regrettably - wielding now, as a hammer, the plinth he drew with the sword - he could see them impaled and coiling around one another as if for shelter from the open heat. Naked of their skins, seeking perhaps the cold of death in each other's arms. A bronze would come over them, charred black as charcoal, and yet his nostrils enticed him with the aromas half-lingering of things only imagined, for there was no meat here, in this desolate dustbowl where grew only bulbs which howled in hydrocephalopoda rank with external afterbirth sloshing out their cabbage heads.

Though he worked the land, he would not forget.

He was, by nature, a hunter.

The coming days will linger long in memory for what he ventured to take of them. This night he will make his own, and from them the following he would make his: anew, alike, forever.