Hey, I saw you made it into the tarot project, dude~ Congrats! Also, have you graduated or are you still at SCAD? I couldn't remember if you were a senior or not
I did WHAT?! I didn’t know till you told me 😂 Thanks! I’m currently still at SCAD but I graduate in a few months.
[I don’t remember what I wrote before this, but I think this is fitting for the two of them. Sakura needs her super supportive nephew to encourage her. I need two cinnamon rolls spending time together. Hope you like it!]
C support:
Sakura: Pull back and—
Kiragi: Hey, Aunt Sakura!
Sakura: EEP—!
*miss sound*
Kiragi: You’ll get it next time!
Whatcha doing?
Sakura: P-Practicing.
I’m…not very good with weapons.
I come to practice on occasion.
Kiragi: Ooh! So you’re learning to use bows?
Sakura: Y-Yes.
Kiragi: I know how to use bows too, just like Dad!
If you want, I can help.
Sakura: No, I can’t ask that of you.
You just got here from…from your Deeprealm.
There’s still so much for you to see here.
Kiragi: Well, yeah. But there’s also people to see too!
And I wanna help. What else is family for?
Sakura: Oh…i-if it’s not too much trouble, then…
Kiragi: Of course not! I’m going to grab a bow and we can get crackin’!
Sakura: Ok…Thank you, Kiragi.
B support:
Sakura: KYAH!
*miss sound*
Kiragi: Nice, that was closer than last time!
Sakura: You th-think so?
Kiragi: Yup!
Do you think you can still keep practicing?
Sakura: I-I can!
Kiragi: That’s the spirit!
Want me to move the target?
Sakura: No, I can try again.
Hup!
*missing sound*
Oh, I’m no good. I-I’m barely even halfway there…
Kiragi: That’s not true!
Look…
That’s more than half!
Sakura: Kiragi?
Kiragi: Yeah?
Sakura: Wh-Why did you decide to practice with me?
You haven’t shot an arrow yourself.
You’re just…helping me.
Kiragi: Well, you wanna get better, right?
Sakura: I do.
Kiragi: That’s why!
Sakura: I-Is that the only reason?
Kiragi: …
There’s kind of another.
Dad and everyone else…they’re really competitive and hyper.
And I love hyper!
But…everyone needs to relax every once in a while.
And you’re relaxing!
That’s not bad, is it?
Sakura: Not at all.
I’m actually r-really thankful that you find my presence relaxing.
Kiragi: I sure do!
Speaking of relaxing, should we be doing that?
Sakura: …No.
Kiragi: Why not?
Sakura: Hearing what you said…makes me want to try harder.
So I can’t rest!
Kiragi: Whoo! Go, Aunt Sakura!
Let’s pick up another arrow!
Sakura: Ok!
A support:
Kiragi: Hold it like I am…and fire!
Sakura: HYAA!
*hit sound*
Kiragi: Oh my gosh!
Sakura: I…
I did it!
Kiragi: And it’s close to the bulls-eye too!
You’ll be an archer yet!
Sakura: I have y-you to thank, Kiragi.
You helped me every step of the way.
Kiragi: Aw, shucks.
I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t have gotten on your own.
You’re the one that wanted to try harder.
It got you super far, too!
I never even moved the target!
You had the talent for it, you just had to keep trying.
Sakura: I still think…you helped this happen.
It was likely m-much faster than I would have gotten it.
Kiragi: If you say so. Then I’ll take it!
Now that you’ve gotten it, we should stop for a tea break.
I don’t want you to hurt your hands from overusing the bow.
Can healers even heal themselves?
Sakura: Some c-can.
I’m willing to stop for some tea.
A-As long as you’ll…have some with me.
Kiragi: Heck yeah, I will!
I know someone who’ll have us some in a jiffy!
It…may take some convincing.
Sakura: That’s fine…
We can spend more time together th-that way.
Kiragi: Yeah! Let’s go get that tea!
You can tell me all about…well, whatever you want!
[So! I’ve noticed that a lot of my claims are family supports I haven’t finished. So I’m remedying that right now. The first family up is Jakob/Leo. I’m keeping with the headcanon that Jakob is only mean to Dwyer because of laziness and not ability, so he’s a pretty fine papa otherwise. The P/C supports share the same theme of ‘we’re cold, we’re sorry, we love you’ (spoilers). Hope you enjoy!]
C support:
Forrest: Hmm…Will he like this, I wonder?
I must tidy up before–
Jakob: Forrest.
Forrest: Y-Yes, Dad?
Jakob: You know how I feel about messes.
Forrest: Of course. I was just about to tidy up.
I made you a gift. It’s a new cravat.
Jakob: Oh. How nice. Thank you, son.
Forrest: You do like it, don’t you?
Jakob: Of course I do.
In truth, I’ve grown weary of this one. It’s starting to wear.
Yet I am no seamster, so there was little I could do about it myself.
Your skills in this area exceed my own. I’m quite proud.
Forrest: …
Jakob: Is something wrong?
Forrest: No. I was just taken aback.
You haven’t questioned me at all.
Jakob: Should I? You’re making quite the name for yourself, and you look splendid doing so.
Forrest: Heehee. I don’t deserve such compliments.
I was just expecting to be met much more…hostilely.
Jakob: Is this about your father?
Forrest: Um…
Goodness me, there’s so much trash here, I must be going.
Goodbye, Dad!
*Forrest leaves*
Jakob: Avoiding the subject, are we?
B support:
Forrest: Oh, dear. I shouldn’t have run away.
Dad may be cross with me.
Jakob: In that, you are correct.
Forrest: Hello, Dad. What a wonderful day we have upon us.
Would you like some tea?
Jakob: I had tea before I came.
Now what’s this about your father?
You can talk to me.
Forrest: Well…you know as well as I do.
He’s learning, but you seem to have adopted my lifestyle quite quickly.
Jakob: For such a smart man, your father certainly is an idiot.
I certainly won’t claim to be the ideal parent, though.
We must work to solve this.
Forrest: Dad, I appreciate your effort, truly I do.
I think it’s best to leave it as is. Father is starting to exhibit progress.
Jakob: Nonsense. I will not allow you to back down from your fears.
You are a capable young man, and a prince at that.
You must learn to stand up to him.
Forrest: But it’s enough for me to have you accepting me.
Jakob: It’s a matter of principle at this point.
We are your parents, and it is more than just accepting it.
You will not be viewed as abnormal. Not while I draw breath.
Anyone who dares contest that will be met with no less than two daggers to vital organs.
Forrest: Dad!
Jakob: Yes?
Forrest: I have an idea.
Jakob: Well then, tell me.
Forrest: Well, I was thinking of making him something he likes.
Something I’ve observed he would quite enjoy.
I need your help.
Jakob: Of course.
I can always relish in a chance to catch your father in his errors.
A support:
Forrest: Heeheehee!
Jakob: Forrest. I imagine it’s gone well?
Forrest: Yes indeed! I’ve rarely felt so mirthful in my life.
Jakob: Of course. I’d like to think I know your father well.
He has a flair for theatrics. The man would never admit it but it’s true.
A cape is exactly to his tastes.
Forrest: Oh, and something to note—
He put the cape on inside out. His reaction was quite adorable.
Jakob: I would imagine.
It’s like having a second liege making sure he’s sharply dressed for the day.
Heaven knows his retainers wouldn’t improve the situation.
Forrest: I feel like this is a step in the right direction.
I know I mustn’t simply use gift giving as a way to garner his affection, but…
Jakob: Forrest.
Forrest: Er, yes?
Jakob: I know for sure that your father loves you.
He has a very…different approach to showing it.
I don’t approve, but I feel as though in his situation I would do no better.
Make no mistake, you’re our precious child and we wouldn’t change a thing about you.
Forrest: Aww, Dad! You’re both so precious to me.
Jakob: This is just because you need to hear it. I will return to being tough on you posthaste.
Forrest: Heehee, sure you will.
Jakob: Now then, would you like to go brew some tea and surprise your father?
He has plenty of time for his family, whether he says so or not.
Forrest: I’m…unsure this will end well.
I am quite tempted.
Jakob: Then off we go. We’re going to test your brew.
Since people are being douches, I have decided that I will cancel some of that by sending you love and happiness. For the record you are one of my top favorite bloggers (which says a lot, I literally follow thousands of blogs) and even when I don't see a new support when I come (literally) every day, it's still just a treat to see your posts. It's bad that you're used to the hate because that means you've gotten a metric fuckton, but I think you're honestly one of my favorite people.
awwwww, thank you so much ^^ i do get a lot but when you run any even semi-prominent project in a vg community, it’s pretty inevitable. support like yours is encouraging though!
[And the second one! My poor lazy son. Unlike Jakob, I think Leo is just a mean parent in general. Though he has his reasons. I was inspired by a different Leo P/C support with keeping up this headcanon. I don’t have much to say, but hope you enjoy! The sibling support isn’t done yet but it will be today!]
C support:
Leo: Hm…This formation won’t work.
I need to approach this differently.
Dwyer: Hey, Dad.
Leo: Hello, Dwyer.
Oh, you brought coffee. How thoughtful.
Thank you.
Dwyer: You’re welcome.
Leo: I imagine you did this behind your father’s back, hm?
Dwyer: Er…
So are you plotting out our next battle?
You’ve been at it for hours.
Leo: No time is too long to diminish casualties to the absolute minimum.
Dwyer: That’s a lot of responsibility.
You must not get a lot of sleep.
Leo: Well, I know you get enough sleep for the both of us.
Dwyer: I forgot both of my fathers were wise crackers.
Leo: Well, since you’re still here, would you like to join me?
You’re certainly a bright young man.
I cannot be our tactician forever.
Dwyer: I’ve gotten sleepier just imagining it.
Maybe another time. Hopefully not, but maybe.
*Dwyer leaves*
Leo: That boy…
How is he such a layabout?
B support:
Leo: Dwyer!
Dwyer: !!
Dad…I was sleeping.
Leo: As you usually are.
I won’t allow this today.
You have more to contribute to this army, yet you’re too lackadaisical and casual.
We’re going to expand your lexicon and we’ll start with your tactical knowledge.
Dwyer: No one says lexicon anymore…
Leo: Do I hear backtalk?
Dwyer: No, sir.
Leo: Then come with me. You’re going to start studying.
Dwyer: Kill me…
*screen transition*
Leo: Now we’re going to review.
How do you handle this formation of enemies?
Dwyer: Keep the strongest in the center, and send tiny troops of three to handle reinforcements?
Leo: Absolutely not. That’s far too small.
You would have a fair number of casualties.
We’re going over it again. Pay more attention this time.
Dwyer: How am I supposed to absorb this that fast?!
I’m not you. We’re not all geniuses.
You woke me up from a nap and crammed info in my head.
Leo: You’re my son, you’re more capable than you’re putting forth.
Dwyer: You’re right. I’m your son, not some object you can use.
And I’m tired. I’m going to go.
Leo: Dwyer!
*Dwyer leaves*
Leo: Hmph…I’m expecting too much, it seems.
I must be more gingerly with this.
He doesn’t have to be raised like I was.
I…shouldn’t have been so cold with him.
Gods damn it!
A support:
Leo: Dwyer.
Dwyer: Can this wait? I’ve got duties.
I can’t just keep reading all those books.
Leo: That’s not why I’m here.
I came to apologize.
Dwyer: Nah, don’t worry–
Leo: Dwyer. I need you to listen.
I realize my parenting style is…not like a parent at all.
I have very little experience in this. Elise was the only person younger than me that I took care of.
…At least of those that survived.
You don’t need to be raised the way I was.
So I owe you an apology.
Dwyer: …
I’m glad you apologized.
Not sure how well I would handle two cold parents.
Leo: Neither your father nor I intend to be cold to you.
We didn’t have the most ideal parenting…
You could say we had none at all.
We don’t have a valid point of reference for how to proceed with this.
However…we’re going to build our own way.
Dwyer: I appreciate the effort.
You’re trying, and that’s important.
I realize I grew up…a little fast. You’re taking a crash course on child-rearing.
For what it’s worth, I do feel loved most of the time. Especially now.
Leo: I do love you, Dwyer.
And Jakob does too.
From here on out, I personally will do my best to prove it.
Dwyer: Thanks, Dad. I love you too.
Leo: Now that that’s settled, you still have quite a bit of work to do.
Dwyer: Please, no.
Leo: We’re going to study much slower.
I expect you to be a model pupil.
Dwyer: This is not the brand of love I was expecting…
