#ssupportchallenge

[must-be-ryan]

Wow, I’ve never run out of photos on a post before. Last image is Vanguard Ike! Rose. For the rest, click and they’ll tell you! I took a break from working on my video to do these and I had a lot of fun!

The first one is my s-support challenge for my summoner, Violet! As for who she’s marrying, no idea. Technically I s-ranked Vanguard Ike but I also tend to marry and remarry a lot in the handheld games so... EDIT: I forgot to tag @fehimagines...oops...

The rest are of Rose, Violet’s daughter, with her hair varying by father! Rose is a cavalry healer (If this was Fates, she’d be a strategist, so tome and stave). She can be a bit protective at times and is rather quiet, a huge difference from her mother’s more joking personality. However, while she may look innocent enough, Rose actually enjoys pranks and uses her quiet nature to keep suspicion off of her. Her hair is kept short to keep it out of the way, though she sometimes wishes her hair was as long as her mother’s. She may or may not have feelings for Male Morgan.

Some fun changes based on her father are:

Cain: Much more hot-headed. She’s more devious than reckless, though; Cain was the one to teach her how to ride a horse as a child and she never got off since; incredibly loyal; Able, Est, Palla, and Catria absolutely her uncle and her aunts and she’ll fight anyone who says otherwise

Jeorge: Far better at sizing people up and figuring out their weakness; Alright with a bow; hates it when people call her nobility, regardless of it’s truth; far more into strategy and chess;

Seliph: Often compares herself to others, seeing it as a way to get stronger; respects her father and grandfather to the point of almost idolizing them; always doing her best to get stronger to live up to their legacies

Lukas: As issues properly expressing her emotions and often pretends to not have any; Lukas used to read to her as a child, sparking a love for stories; A bit of a romantic; sees Alm and Clive as sort of uncles, with Mathilda, Clair, and Celica are sort of aunts

Boey: Insecure and tries to be as ‘tough’ as her father, not realizing it’s an act; A bit of a romantic; Zones out more often; Mae is her aunty and they enjoy playing pranks together; cries more easily, which is awkward when Boey tries to scold her and he’s met with tears (the softy ends up buying her a treat)

Innes: Acts as she thinks a princess should; expects people to treat her with the proper respect; Acts more aloof; As a child, she bit Ephraim’s hand when he tried to pat her on the head after first meeting her (Innes had to fight back his laughter, no, he didn’t train her to do that); A wonderful dancer

Arvis: Daddy’s little princess; adores her half-siblings and their half-siblings; absolutely ready to get her father involved when upset (MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS); just wants a whole family without fighting; Much better with fire tomes; as a child, she accidentally burned herself trying to use Valflame, Arvis was not happy (With whoever should’ve been watching her. I mean, who lets a small child grab a fire tome, by the gods!)

Lyon: Still loves pranks but prefers sneaking up on people; part of her reason to become a healer was to try and make sure her father was okay; refuses to believe he would ever do anything wrong; Cried when Innes first met her as a child and she still doesn’t like being near him as a teenager (Her reasoning is just ‘He’s mean!’, no one’s 100% sure why he scares her so much, he’s tried to be nice to her when she was a kid and nothing.)

Ike: Mist taught her how to use a staff, while Soren taught her how to use a tome and Tatiana taught her horseback riding; Looks up to Soren and still doesn’t understand what ‘branded’ means; A naturally great leader; Used to run off a lot to explore as a kid, only to have Tatiana carry her back and scold her; sometimes accidentally calls Tatiana ‘grandmother’ (Thankfully hasn’t done it to her face);

[imaginefe]

I wanna see everyones stuff pls i beg. Do it. If you're reading this, its too late you gotta do it. That's how challenges work. I challenged e v e r y o n e. -fmu

tag it uhhhhh #ssupportchallenge 

[saeryuart]

*stares @imaginefe dead-on*

... So you ask? So you shall RECEIVE. Have some SummonerxLaslow/Inigo floff. XDD also guess who I shipped Olivia with I love these two so much you don’t understand slkdfjsdf #ssupportchallenge yeaaaa <3

EDIT: Whoops, turns out MC needs to be in a bridal dress but that’s aight, could always be a part 2 as a second drawing lololol XD hope you like this anyway

[drivedef]

@imaginefe got an anon that did a challenge so have this self indulgent shit that i hate and will probably delete later thanks

@fehimagines

It’s a horrifically slow week, battle after battle has worn Sabrina thinner than a piece of parchment and she feels as if the world is going to swallow her whole by the time she drops onto the end of her bed and rolls up like a cocoon. Not only was Muspell being incredibly rude, with foes that were easy to take out but came in more quantity, but also her main team had been out of commission for the whole time (and while she has more than enough people to make hundreds of teams, she’s really biased.) Sabrina wants to scream, and buries herself into the warmth of the bedding surrounding her and curses the echo of her room (really who thought stone was a good idea?) with a groan. What she wouldn’t do for an uninterrupted nap session. There’s a knock on the door, followed by three more in quick succession (a sign that whoever was knocking was part of her secret circle of best friends,) and Sabrina unceremoniously unrolled herself from her bedding and opened the door.

“You look like you’ve been through hell.” Alfonse says, as he looks her up and down, one hand on the doorframe.

 “I just got back.” Sabrina responds as she moves aside to let him in, closing the door quietly behind him and locking it. “What’s the story?” She pays no mind to the way he raises from his seat on the beds edge when she lets herself drop back onto the bed, crawling up so she sits with her legs crossed.

“Well for starters, Anna’s insisted that you take a break before you murder someone.” There’s a grin on his face and he dodges the pillow chucked at him seconds later. “Her words, not mine.”

“Sweet freedom…” Sabrina stretches and lies back with an overly dramatic sigh of relief. “That’s all I wanted to hear, really, you can stop there.”

“Are you sure?” Alfonse muses as he shifts onto the bed a little more. “The next one involves your boyfriend.” Sabrina kicks him (gently, he doesn’t think she has it in her to actually hurt someone like that,) and he laughs at her glare.

“I regret ever teaching you our terminology.” Sabrina mutters, loud enough for him to hear, and he leans forward.

“I guess I won’t tell you since you don’t want to hear it then-“ Alfonse stands up and beings to walk away slowly, because he knows Sabrina’s about to-

“Tell me or I’ll sell those pictures of you in that bunny outfit to Anna.” A chill is sent down his spine and he whips around, flushing bright red.

“You have images of that?!” It’s Sabrina’s turn to grin, and she crosses her arms as she sits on the edge of the bed. The look on her face is mischievous.

“I have real good images, babe.” Alfonse doesn’t want to know the context, and he feels the heat in his cheeks increase as he sighs and gives in. Sabrina captures his hands in hers and leans in with a sweet smile (that only really makes him more scared of what images she actually had.) “Now tell me.”

“All he told me,” Alfonse pulls her until she’s standing and removes his hands from hers quickly, “Was that he had something important to tell you, and for you to meet him out in the gardens.” No sooner than he had finished, Sabrina had pushed him aside and haphazardly put on her boots, leaving her coat hanging on the headrest as she yells a hasty ‘Thanks bunny boy!’ and speeds down the hallways.

He really regrets ever making his sister happy.

 She’s out of breath by the time the gardens are in sight, and slows down in order to not seem as if she had just sprinted down three corridors (exercising is a blessing she’ll never forget.) There’s an eager jump in her step, not because she missed him (totally because she missed him) but also because he had been MIA for the last week on the incident of illness. Which was fine, she gets sick all the time and doesn’t let anyone other than healers into her room for a whole week too (he’s been insistent on helping her but she’s been just as stubborn on keeping him out,) and they all needed a break anyway. Though, as her breath evens she realizes just how sore she really is, and promises herself a nice relaxing bath when their conversation is done (probably at an ungodly hour of the morning, they don’t really sleep.)

The gardens look off when she first enters, but the lighting is absolutely remarkable against the sunset hues. As promised, Seliph is seated on the farthest bench (the one that they always sit at when it’s late and they’re not keen on being found,) and the first thing Sabrina notices is the box that sits beside him.

“I heard you had grave news to tell me.” She calls out as she approaches, and he turns to her with a vibrant smile.

“Grave is one way to put it.” He plays along and reciprocates the hug she gives him before moving the box out of her way so that she could sit. “Soo….” Sabrina trails off, leaning slightly forward, hands grasping the edge of the bench, “What is it?”

“A gift for you, of course.” Sabrina sighs and kicks her feet against the stones at their feet. Seliph smiles a damnably soothing smile and she looks away when their gazes meet. “A bad day?” Sabrina leans against him and shifts when his arm winds around her.

“A bad week.” She corrects and he snickers. “Muspell won’t let up and Grima kept unnerving Lucina.” Sabrina takes a deep breath in, “Really, why’d you have to say you’re sick now?” She raises her head to look at him with a stern look (that’s really not at all intimidating because no one can really be mad at him.) “That box better be worth the week absence.”

“I’m sorry.” Seliph says, and Sabrina instantly feels bad and moves her arm to guide his hand away as she sits back up and lays a bent leg on the bench.

“I didn’t mean it you know.”

“I know.” He brings the box forward and places it in his lap. “I should have been there for you, though.”

“You’ve been there for me every other time though,” Sabrina tips her head at the decorative box in his lap, it looks a lot nicer up close and she’s almost afraid of the effort that has to be inside. “What’s up with that?”

Seliph holds it out (he jumps a little at the speed she swipes from him, and wonders where her tired façade wandered off to,) and raises an eyebrow when she simply lays it in her lap, running her hand gently along the top. “For the way you took it, I’m surprised you’re not opening it.”

“I have to let the week set in.” Sabrina says and Seliph bursts into laughter (she does too once she realizes what she actually said,) she feels the embarrassment set in as she buries her head into her arms on top of the box. “I have to let the excitement settle.” She corrects, muffled.

“I sure hope the week sets in.” Seliph comments wryly and Sabrina groans as she rises only to glare at him, hands trying to find the direction to open the box without breaking eye contact. Once she looks down though her mouth drops in surprise. 

“Oh my god.” Is all she says as she pulls out a dress (a whole dress, really she’s absolutely floored,) and lets the box fall backwards against the bench as she stands up to let it hang from her hands, turning to Seliph she pulls it in against her body (it sure looks like a good fit.) “This is real?”

“Do you like it?” All he gets is silence as she keeps glancing between the dress (it’s not long, and she finally realizes why he wanted to know what length she liked,) and him, repeatedly checking it in disbelief. Sabrina sniffs, and Seliph can feel the anxiety set in once he sees she’s crying, did she not like it? 

“Give me a second to put this down.” He helps her by holding the box as she attempts to neatly fold it and place it inside, closing the lid. Turning she slides the box out of the way to wrap her arms around him (she’s hugging way too hard, he can’t breathe,) and burying her head in his shoulder (she did like it!) Seliph returns her embrace (he’s honestly elated, he spent three days alone trying to think of what to get) and uses one hand to push back when she almost pushes them off the bench. “I love it thank you thank you thank you thank you...” She trails off into a chant of ‘thank you’ and he’s flustered (and a little bit scared because she’s hugging tighter by the second.)

“I can’t breathe.” He gasps when she immediately removes her arms and backs away (while he’s sad that she’s removed herself completely, he can finally breathe.)

“I’m so sorry, so sorry oh my god I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” Seliph smiles and takes her hands, “but that’s not the only thing.”

“It’s not?” Sabrina frowns, “That dress must have cost a fortune what do you mean it’s not? I thought I made it clear I didn’t want whatever I was looking at in the market.”

“That dress is worth nothing compared to you.” He says firmly and he feels the familiar tug of her resisting the urge to bury her face in her hands (it’s happened when he first confessed too, and honestly he wants to do the same.)

“I swear to god being sweet is not going to get you out of the amount of-“

“I want you to marry me.” Seliph feels a bit bad for cutting her off, but he really needs to get this out before he cuts himself off (it’s hard.) “You inspire me more than anyone else, and for every bad thought I have voiced you have given me nothing but encouragement,” Oh, she’s crying,  “time and time again you’ve given me both your support and your comfort, and I cannot imagine what I would be without it.” Sabrina is clutching at his hands, and he disregards the pain when he winds their fingers together. “I would like nothing better than to have you by my side.” She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times as she lowers her head and attempts to wipe her tears on her arm.

She smiles and breaks their hands apart to hug him again (gentler, she’s not going to make the same mistake twice,) before holding him by the shoulders, beaming through her tears. “I’d be a fool to deny you.”

[imaginefe]

For the #ssupportchallenge you can tag me @fehimagines !!!!! I guess this means i should do it too huh? -fmu

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