Jan 15, 2018
elliot and rosie are turning out to be a cute little s support ☺️☺️☺️ elliot belongs to @soundlessroom / @anderwelt / @federkleid !
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elliot and rosie are turning out to be a cute little s support ☺️☺️☺️ elliot belongs to @soundlessroom / @anderwelt / @federkleid !
OK so... Elliot!Ro with the long braid... @soundlessroom
Sibling Supports between Tal (@soundlessroom ) and Ro (me!)
@fatesonasupports
C Support
Ro: Tal… did Mother and Father happen to give you the ‘make more friends’ talk recently?
Tal: Yes, and they won’t even stop about. It’s like they are waiting for me to catch me alone to give me one of their advices…
Ro: I know what you mean. Just last week, Mother had me locked in the mess tent with someone in an attempt for us to ‘bond’... I just wanted to do my chores in peace.
Tal: For real?! Next time shout for help I will hear you and wreck the walls down! *crossing her arms*
Tal: Papa did nothing like that, he tries to guilt trip me only. Urgh…
Ro: We banged on the door, but in the end, he had to help me climb through the window.
Ro: … I am unsure if I would have preferred guilt tripping over being locked in the room. Father knows just how to get his way.
Tal: It doesn’t work with me, you shouldn’t fall for his trick either!
Tal: Do you remember how he tricked us to stop eating the sweet stuff?
Tal: And look at him he barely eats something different!
Ro: Mother is no better! Always eating those Hoshidan treats she gets from those markets.
Ro: Though, to her credit, she did have a habit of sneaking us the baked goods she made when she visited.
Tal: And father gets fatter and fatter, tho he still puts it in his Kitsune form… but I really loved the Cakes she did with honey melon. *sighs*
Tal: Or this one time it was past after sleep time, and I used fire magic to read you a good night story and accidentally burned down our bed… *starts to laugh*
Ro: Oh, as soon as Mother realized we were fine, she could not stop laughing. Father was a panicking mess while she kept trying to stop giggling. *giggles*
Ro: Or the time we tried to make Father something sweet? But we confused the salt for the sugar? He still tried to eat it so he wouldn’t make us sad.
Tal: He cries way to much, when his tears stopped mother panicked and threw the thing we created away and forced him to drink the barrel of water empty…
Tal: I rarely see them with other too! They are mostly together, so what's wrong about that we are enjoying each other instead of strangers getting to like us? *pouts*
Ro: I am unsure, really. We have enough wonderful memories with just the two of us, that I see little reason for us to need more with people we do not even know yet?
Ro: (Not like many would wish to befriend me.)
Tal: Besides I cannot see that there is someone who understands me like you do.
Tal: I may be superficial but I am not stupid, the people here like to think it’s the same.
Ro: You are not stupid in the least! They are merely upset that they are not as kind, smart, and pretty as you are.
Ro: I am more than lucky to have a sister like you.
Tal: *blush, then hugs ro* I am so happy to have such a nice sibling, you are pretty good looking by yourself!
Tal: I just wish you would put more time into your style choices of clothes.
Tal: Stupid parents, want to separate us!
Ro: *blushes but hugs back* Thank you… though, my clothes are alright. They are functional and keep out of the way.
Ro: Well… maybe they want us to be able to have more experiences now? We will always be together, but maybe if we made other friends we can learn more things?
Tal: Fine, if you think so I will try it. Whatever my Cutie wishes… but don’t tell our parents, or they will use you to get impossible Tasks done by me!
Ro: *chuckles* Do not worry, this will be our secret. Besides, how hard can it be to make friends? I think…
Tal: Someone as cute and adorable as you will find in no time Friends!
Tal: I bet you even made friends with the allie she locked you up with!
Ro: Ehh, I highly doubt that… but maybe.
Ro: Besides, you have enough charisma that you’ll be surrounded by people in no time.
Tal: It’s called perfume…
B Support
Tal: This was so embarrassing… oh, Ro? What are you doing here? Isn’t it time for you to sleep?
Ro: Sister… ah… technically yes? But everytime I try to close my eyes, I just replay the failure that happened today. It is haunting me.
Tal: You too? Tell me about. *sits next to ro and looks up in the starry sky*
Ro: Well, I had tried to take a note from you and Father’s book - smile a lot and talk about happy things. It did not turn out well.
Ro: The people in the healing tent especially, since they thought I was about to tell them bad news by buttering them up with good news first.
Tal: *starts to laugh* Oh by the dragons! I can actually picture it.
Tal: *waves with her arms* So I tried to talk with some boys since the always compliment my style.
Tal: So I told them I don’t dress myself up for them, I do it for my own reflection.
Tal: Well, they got pretty defensive and I ended up insulting their education.
Ro: Good Gods… well, at least they deserved a tongue lashing from you.
Ro: Maybe next time you can try with women? That might turn out better.
Ro: And I will never pretend to smile again, since it apparently makes me look like the Bringer of Death.
Tal: That’s not true! When you smile the sun is rising! *ruffles ro’s hair*
Tal: It was probably because you forced yourself to smile.
Tal: I tried to offer my help, but broke a fingernail and cursed to loud.
Tal: Everyone was scared and left immediately and I had to carry the heavy stuff all by my own with the broken nail…
Ro: It is tough to smile on cue, I am unsure how you and our parents can do it so naturally.
Ro: Oh, is your nail OK? I know how painful it can be…
Ro: I tried again with one of the people who frequently help heal, but this time I attempted a joke.
Ro: Ugh, it ended just as well as you can imagine. Confused looks from everyone.
Tal: You know, they just don’t get us, if I would have been by your side I could have helped you a lot!
Tal: I mean, to show them what kind of amazing person you are.
Tal: And yes, thank you, Father put on a bandage like I broke my hand *shows her bandaged finger*
Ro: …… Father should leave the medical stuff to me. Here, let me fix that so you do not lose circulation in your finger. *redoes it so it is less makeshift* There we go.
Ro: I am not so much an amazing person. Just someone with the emotional range of a carrot, maybe. Though, if I was with you, it would enhance your good points easily.
Ro: Maybe we should try getting friends together? It should not be too hard if we both put our heads together.
Tal: Good idea! And don’t put yourself down!
Tal: You know how much I love you Ro. *hugs them*
Tal: It’s just you don’t show emotions like the most do, but I can read them, so it’s possible for every other person to read them too!
Tal: They are just lazy asses.
Ro: Or, possibly, you have just known me long enough to see through it. *chuckles softly*
Ro: But yes! Tomorrow, we will team up and see if that increases our chances!
Tal: Exactly, and then we will finally be able to show off what we can do what they can’t!
A Support
Tal: Ro, are you alright? You were so… energetic today!
Tal: Well nobody noticed except me but you were! Did you had fun like me?
Ro: I did! It was amazing how well that worked today, people actually wanted to spend time with me! With us! I was not expecting it to turn out the way it did.
Tal: Everytime they looked at me when I said something you explained it in your words. It was like I speak a different language. *pouts*
Tal: But… I appreciate it so much, even when I got worried it will start annoy you to ‘translate’ everything I say…
Ro: Of course not, never! I could only approach those people because of you! I am as interesting as a rock, but you help me think of at least something to say. Thank you…
Ro: You have always been there for me.
Tal: Of course I am! You are my precious sibling after all! Besides you always let me experiment with all kind of fashion on you, this was and is still fun!
Tal: Besides I think, when we are together… you smile sometimes so beautiful, I bet that’s the reason they started to talk with us!
Ro: *blushes* I!! I doubt that Tal, they definitely started talking to us because of how beautiful you are. They knew you’d be fun to talk to.
Ro: But, for whatever reason they started, they wanted to talk to us again! Can you believe it! Maybe we are on the road to making new friends!
Ro: Then Mother and Father can perhaps get off our backs about it. *chuckles*
Tal: They could even learn from us!
Ro: Can you imagine the two of them being like us? It is nearly impossible to think it!
Tal: Well… Mom does know Dad really well, sometimes he smiles and she is all like: Don’t be sad!
Tal: Maybe we are… a bit closer to them as I was ready to admit.
Ro: Hm… that is true. They did raise us as best they could and I think that we turned out alright.
Ro: We would not have worked together like we did if it was not for their pushing.
Tal: But promise me you will never tell them I said this.
Tal: The moment they hear I think of them as capable parental units they will be so annoying.
Ro: *chuckles* Do not worry, I know how they are - we would never hear the end of it.
Ro: Not to mention, Father might even cry happy tears about it.
Tal: Urgh, he is such a crybaby…
Tal: but… nonetheless. .. You are my number one best friend and sibling.
Ro: You are my best friend as well, Tal. I could not have been any luckier to have you as my sister.
'Til Kingdom Come {Angst Central}
This was written under the premise that Ben and Denna have fulfilled S Support. // Denna belongs to @soundlessroom
DEATH TW, PREGNANCY TW
Ben staggered to the castle door threshold. Walking with subtle limp, he dragged his left arm at his side, his forearm swollen and bruised. As he made his way to the infirmary slowly, wincing, he came upon the doctor’s assistant running up to him.
“Mr. Benjamin,” They said, halting to a stop before him out of breath, “Mr. Benjamin, your wife, Ms. Denna, has been sent to the infirmary and has been there for the past three days. I do not know of her current condition but I would recommend we hurry to her. She went into labor the evening after you left with your party and has not been well since then.”
His eyes widened in shock and fear and he forgot about the bruising and the pain and ran.
The infirmary assistant struggled to keep up with him as they made their way towards the room he was told she was. But as he made the sharp turn towards the entrance into the recovery room, he was stopped cold in his tracks. A group of three nurses stood afront the door alongside people Ben recognized as friends. They huddled together a foot away from the door, making not a sound. They turned to look at him and he searched over their eyes for some semblance of reassurance.
But was only met with looks of pity and in some, of devastation before they quickly looked away.
Ben stood there entirely still, panting hard as the infirmary assistant finally caught up with him. They slowly made their way to the group of nurses and they whispered to themselves, their heads hung low, their shoulders hunched over.
Ben’s head spun and he continued to search for any gesture, any looks, anything that would make it so that he knew he had nothing to worry about. Denna was strong, was firm, her kindness and genteel as eternal as the skies above, her beauty incomparable. She had to be okay. She and their child. They had to be okay.
“Move over.” Ben grunted at them as he slowly took a step towards the door to Denna’s recovery room. “I beg of you, move over so I can see my wife and my child.”
“Mr. Benjamin, we highly recommend you do–” But the nurse had not the chance to finish her sentence as Ben, in a fit of rage picker her up by the shoulders and physically placed her out of the way; his voice booming through the corridors.
“I said MOVE OVER”
”Please.”
He forcibly pushed the door open and was faced with the hardest thing he had ever had to see for the entire length of his life.
The doctor sat there by her side and looked up at him as he entered the space, his eyes weary, his uniform and hair unruly. The room looked clean but Ben could recognize the subtle scent of blood and bile. He could sense a dread and gloom in the air, something that he feared he’d meet.
He could not take it upon himself to look at the bed where she laid. He could not discern her umber of her skin in his peripheral. He waited in silence, staring unfocused at the doctor, he waited for the sound of her voice.
” Welcome back, Ben” she would have said. The sound of her voice echoed strong in his mind.
But was nowhere to be heard in the room.
With great reluctance, he pulled his eyes downward, to where his wife, he hoped, would be lying down, smiling up at him, smiling, as she always seemed to be when they were together. Smiling with a small sleeping child in her arms and perhaps the child would smile. Smile up at him too.
But no.
A white linen sheet was pulled over her head, and not a hint of her could be seen but the gentle silhouette of her face and of her body. The image became blurry and Ben found that he could not see. He dragged himself to her side and placed a hand upon the sheet. He held it for a moment before pulling it away and prayed to Naga that the one underneath would be someone else. Anyone else.
He fell to the ground instantaneously; so hard that the room shook.
All the pain came rushing to his brain, the same bruises, the same cuts, the blows to the head, the nicks on his ankles, returned but by tenfold. He cried out in anger and sadness. Every fear in his heart recognized at that very moment.
He had never felt more alone.
He reached out for her hand. Cold as ice. He looked up to her face. It was almost grey in her lifelessness. He wanted to lay there with her and hold her, hoping that she was only cold and he could be the warmth.
Ben could not say a word, but only looked at her hand as he held it tight. He could feel her skin on his but he knew she was no longer there.
The love of his life.
He held it against his cheek as she would often do when they were together and he could feel his tears streaming down his face. Cold, but somehow he could still feel her love. The love she had for him, the love she had for their child, the love she had for them.
He hummed the song she always did for him but his voice barely sounded between his sobs.
He remembered dreams they had once had, to be together when the war ended; to have a home and to live with their children and their livestock and their dogs. Ben studying to be a healer, Denna fulfilling dreams she had yet to realize.
Dreams she would not ever realize.
How could this happen?
Ben could not fathom an answer to the question but only one thing resonated in his mind for the hours that followed and forever more.
A promise.
“’Til kingdom come.”
”And the next. And the next.”
Denna belongs to @soundlessroom I’ve been watching old 90s sitcoms and got bored of drawing my fatesonas, also Denna is an interesting character
me: oh man, I’m going to give my new OC a scar on his face! He totally got it while hunting some kit--
me, thinking about @soundlessroom‘s adorable Elliot: .... uh... [sweats]
Wunibald and Antoine Supports (C-A)
supports written by me and @soundlessroom
C-Support
Wunibald: Antoine, will you run away forever? I am neither fond of what happened, but even to wait for dinner because I am in the room is over the top.
Antoine: ... Ehehe... I don't know what you're talking about...
Wunibald: I am way to old for this game, you have to talk about it. Was it because I am a way older? Would you have less screamed if it was a younger man in the onsen?
Antoine: ... If anything I would've screamed more...
Wunibald: Dear dawn dragon, my ears are still bleeding. Why are you so scared of other men? serious face Did...something happen?
Antoine: I'm not SCARED of men. I just don't like seeing them naked. Or me being naked and people seeing me.
Wunibald: face softens Well, than it's ok. If it was that terrible the experience I will start to avoid any unnecessary contact too. smiles Then have a good day...squicky screamer~
Antoine: Thank you... Wait what...?!
Wunibald: Your scream was so high pitched, I have to tease you at least a bit
Antoine: You suck...
Wunibald: I know. There are enough people you can spread hate about me. See you ~ leaves
Antoine: Weh...
B-Support
Wunibald: watching the dawn and smokes a cigarettes How much I love this quite moments in the morning...
Antoine: walks out of a building as a woman Gods I hate this...
Wunibald: stares at Antoine only wearing a shirt Why is it that we are always meeting when you are NAKED.
Antoine: EEEEEK! looks over quickly W-When did you get there?!
Wunibald: I am every morning here to enjoy my cigarette. So... is this some hobby of yours?
Antoine: N-No...! Of course not!
Wunibald: Than why you are here when any moment there are the new recruits start their morning run?
Antoine: ... That's a thing? Fuck...!
Wunibald: sighs, starts to undress himself fast and gives it Antoine Dress up! FAST!
Antoine: H-Huh...? Okay...! puts it on despite the size
// Screen Fade out //Screen Fade in
Wunibald: Well, now I am the pervert of the army...
Antoine: mumbles At least no one else noticed. speaks up I'm SO sorry about that...
Wunibald: Yes sure you are. Lets walk to your room, I need my clothes back. rubs his temples annoyed
Antoine: Alright... I really am sorry though... I didn't mean for this to happen...
Wunibald: I did this because I wanted to help you, there is nothing to worry about.
Antoine: sighs Alright... I owe you one...
Wunibald: Just...buy yourself with the next money we get some second clothes ok?
Antoine: I will.
A-Support
Antoine: Ah, Wunibald. I just wanted to say thank you again for before...
Wunibald: I got it the first 5 times this morning, and the 28 times yesterday. I said it's ok. sigh
Antoine: Ah... Sorry if I'm being annoying. I'm just really thankful... You're a really nice guy.
Wunibald: What? surprised Well...there is for everything a first time, right? smiles
Antoine: surprised Are you not used to hearing that?
Wunibald: Mostly I hear things I can't repeat without crawling into a corner. laughs I am well hated here~
Antoine: Really? I guess I have heard some things... You don't seem like a bad guy.
Wunibald: I am not. But I am neither a good guy. I am human. I have flaws. Sadly my flaws aren't something the society approves.
Antoine: I understand. Society isn't something I really cared too much about to be honest.
Wunibald: You shouldn't. It will only lay you stones into your way... even if your hobby is to scream ears bloody especially mine...
Antoine: I'm well aware... And I can't help that I'm jumpy sometimes...!
Wunibald: Oh, you didn't screamed when I undressed back than. Do you get used?
Antoine: ... Shit, you're right... I guess it just happened so fast I couldn't really react.
Wunibald: Well...let's hope there will not be another naked time between us anymore...
Antoine: ... Yeah, agreed...
C Through A Support for Wunibald (@soundlessroom) and Amai (me!)
Sometimes it takes an old dog a few days to remember the good times from decades ago...
@fatesonasupports
C Support: I Know You! - No You Don’t!!
Amai: Alrighty! I was able to put bows in Lady Elise’s hair today, but everyone else seemed too busy… hm...
Amai: Anyone else with long hair I can put a ribbon on? *looks around for next ‘victim’*
Wunibald: *bypasses amai with grocery shopping back*
Amai: *see’s his long braid* Oooohhhhhhh!!!!
Amai: *walks next to him* Hey there! You seem busy, can I help with something? So you could, you know, have some free time? *totally doesn’t have ulterior motives at all*
Wunibald: Ah, you are...never mind I have to go. I can do all by myself! *walks faster away*
Amai: Wha- wait! *walks faster with him* It’s totally fine! Those look heavy! I can help you out, I know how humans tend to have a harder time… huh…
Amai: *looks closer to Wunibald’s face* Woah, wait, have we met somewhere before?
Wunibald: No we don’t, go away, this isn’t well mannered to come to someone so close. *turns face away and sweats*
Amai: No no, we had to have met before! *tries to look again* What’s your name? That might jog my memory! … maybe…
Wunibald: Doesn’t matter, go away, don’t you get it when someone doesn’t want to talk to you?!
Amai: … ah. *brief flicker of sadness before bouncing back* Right! Sorry about that! Mikael is always telling me to tone it down.
Amai: But, um, if you change your mind, I’m Amai! It’s nice to meet you! *walks away*
Wunibald: Phew. That was close… *strokes over his wrinkles* Hm… *sadface*
B Support: I Remember You!
Amai: *looking around camp* OK, I know he probably hates me, but I have to know where I’ve seen that man before!! Maybe if I get a good long look at his face it’ll help!
Amai: Hmm… *sees him* AH HA! There he is!
Amai: Now I just gotta… be sneaky about it…
Wunibald: *smoking weed and eating a whole loaf of bread by himself*
Amai: (OK, Amai, carefully… carefully...)
Amai: *looks at him from a distance* (Hmm… wait… is that…) !!
Amai: *jumps out from here he was hiding and points* Wunibald?!
Wunibald: What? Oh Amai. Damn. Yes. It’s me. Now go away I don’t want to be remembered that way.
Amai: I knew that I knew you before! Wow! How many years has it been? Can’t even remember...
Amai: *ignores being told to go away and sits down near him* What? Why don’t you want to be remembered?
Wunibald: It’s exactly 36 years ago. I don’t want to remembered as an old guy okay? A problem you won’t ever experience for the next thousands of years?
Amai: I mean… you aren’t that old right? Human ageing is weird but… I’ll eventually look old.
Amai: But, thirty-six years huh? The years melt together… you look good, though! Still a lot of hair. *chuckles*
Wunibald: The moment I lose my hair… I hope it will be as a corpse. *sighs* Please don’t tell anyone how we met, or what I did before I was a butler, okay?
Amai: I… I am going to be honest with you. I only vaguely remember what you were. You met me when I was…
Amai: Hm. Lets just say that I almost drowned in alcohol. Wasn’t a good two decades for me. But, your secret is safe. What little I can remember of it.
Wunibald: Lucky me. Better go off before you start remember, drunk ass. *the bread is finished* Even when the one time we were drunk together was pretty funny. *chuckles*
Amai: *chuckles lightly* I can only imagine… was that the time we tried fighting the whole bar?
Amai: … do you want to possibly start over now? While we are both in better places in our lives?
Wunibald: I don’t want to start anything anymore. And yes, before we broke into this one noble house just to write all over their walls with ink ~ *facepalm* We should have stolen the food and the gold back then.
Amai: Yeah, we should have… If I had the money, then I’d still maybe have one of my eyes.
Amai: Hm. For someone so intent on keeping his past secret, you sure do remember a lot about our brief time together as friends back in the day.
Wunibald: Do you know how it feels, when your soul is young, but your body keeps reminding you that you are about to die? That you literally decay every day a bit more?
Amai: No… I suppose not. But, in a strange way, I wish I could. Living for a very long time… it isn’t something I’m looking forward to.
Amai: I’m going to outlive everyone I know right now. And, again, I’ll be alone.
Amai: *stands and dusts off his pants* Sorry to bring back memories you might not have wanted to think about. But, I hope it’s OK that I hold onto them for myself.
Amai: See you around, Wunibald. *leaves*
Wunibald: Great the herb didn’t used a thing when he was near… *sighs*
A-Support: To Remember the Good Things
Wunibald: Amai, even when you are immortal, this enemy had a Wyrmslayer… watch out the next time.
Amai: Eh-heh, Yeah. I thought that maybe if I didn’t turn into a dragon, it wouldn’t give me problems. Found out I was just a little bit wrong.
Amai: Don’t want to stop being alive just yet.
Wunibald: I am glad you think so. I am sick of all the soldiers here who are more eager to die than to win this war… *facepalm*
Wunibald: The life has so many things to offer. So many events they must be lived and make to precious memories, so many people you are about to met.
Amai: I agree… even if I’ll have to say goodbye to almost everyone I’ll meet, some day.
Amai: Hey, by the way -- I remember more now. About when we were younger. Like the time we dared each other to jump from roof to roof, trying to see who lasted the longest before falling.
Amai: I also remember that, ah-hah, that I cheated just a little bit.
Wunibald: You denied it always until now! I broke my feet tho! *starts to laugh* It was worth it! I doubt any other human would have made it so good against a Manakete like me!
Amai: Of course I would! What dragon would admit they needed help beating a human in something like that?
Amai: Even though I am twice your age… your youth probably gave you an advantage. *chuckles*
Amai: Or how about the time you threw some random fruit at the largest man you could find? Then blamed it on me because I made you pay our tab the night before?
Wunibald: Good times. Really good times. He chased you through whole Cyrkensia, while myself was dying from laughter. In the end, all these people chased you and didn’t even know WHY they did!
Amai: I’m still too nervous to go back there! What if they told their kids that they should chase the weird man with pointed ears? *laughs*
Wunibald: Oh yes. I am sure I should make this a rumor there, you bring me some nice ideas! *smiles* I need to do something so you never forget me.
Amai: What! But the singers there are so cute from what I remember! Don’t do that to me! *chuckles*
Amai: I’m… I’m sorry I forgot, even just for that short time. The years get blurry and, I dunno, it’s easier to forget then to remember someone that you could lose.
Amai: I guess I am a bit of a coward. But no more, I think. I want to remember everything, even if it means that I remember all the pranks you pulled on me when we were younger.
Wunibald: Memories are something precious, it’s something that will remember you that you are alive, you existed, you were actually in someone's life. We humans are probably nothing more than a Dog to you. *hands on his own chest*
Wunibald: Don’t ever regret that you met all these people and made so many memories. So won’t I forget.
Amai: You aren’t dogs… I doubt I’d be as upset for decades over losing a dog. And I never regret… but it takes it toll, some days.
Amai: I can only imagine how even older Manaketes deal with it all.
Amai: Hm. I’m meeting so many wonderful people in this lifetime, I’m determined to remember you all.
Amai: Especially the man who wants to make me a wanted person in Cyrkensia for fun. *chuckles*
Wunibald: I should start find someone who makes a great portrait of you! *crossing arms* I missed you, old man.
Amai: And I missed you, you delinquent.