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pikablob · 4 years ago

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Fic Rec List

While I wholeheartedly recommend everything in my AO3 bookmarks, I wanted to do a specific list of my favourite fics; so, enjoy! (I’ve tagged authors where I can find their tumblrs - if you see your fic on here and want to be tagged, just let me know!!)

Of Blood and Alchemy by Professor_Actuality (@professoractualitywrites) (T, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Varian & the Seven Kingdoms, Varian/Hugo, Vampire Varian AU)

When Hugo, a novice hunter, is sent to the backwaters of Corona, the last thing he expects to find is a young blood, barely past his turning, whose very existence defies everything Hugo has come to understand about monsters and humans alike.

Inspired by YUKIMA_Ma's art over on twitter.

This is the fic that made me actually care about Hugo as a character; up until then I had basically been content to let the 7K AU pass me by completely. But his perspective and voice here are really interesting. "Vamparian” is also a great addition, not to mention hilarious. Warnings for some blood and violence, but still a gripping story that hints at a large and interesting fantasy world.

The Thing About Luz Noceda by Everyoneisheretoday5 (@notcaringisdamnhardsometimes) (T, The Owl House, Willow/Luz)

With Luz asleep on her shoulder, Willow reflects

One of the best shipfics I’ve ever read; this one distills everything I love about Willow & Luz’s relationship down into one adorable oneshot. Willow’s introspection is painfully in-character and Luz’s reaction to her confession makes me smile and feel warm every time I read it.

Fatherhood by Platon (@platonwrites) (G, Epithet Erased, Steven Universe, Greg Universe & Steven Universe & Molly Blyndeff)

When a strange girl and her father arrive in Beach City, Greg can't help but be pulled into their lives. What he's seeing just can't be true, it can't be. He has to be sure, and once he is, he has to put a stop to it.

How Molly Blyndeff was saved by Greg Universe.

My current favourite fanfic of all time; set early in both shows’ canons, it gives Molly the father she deserves and Steven an adorable sibling relationship. Everyone is in-character, and seeing Molly come out of her shell and come to trust the Universes is amazing. I even teared up a couple of times on my first read. As a bonus, this also probably has my favourite fic line ever: “If Greg stole the show, then Martin just burned down the theater.”

Mall Cops by Purpledragon6 (@scipunk63) (G, Infinity Train, Simon/Grace & Hazel)

A series of one-shots dedicated to Grace and Simon. Contains various AUs.

While every chapter of this is great, a special shout-out goes to Chapter 7: Together But Alone, which has perhaps the best Grace & Hazel interaction I’ve ever read in a fic. It’s heart-wrenching, but there’s also a lot of adorable and fluffy chapters too if that’s what you’re after.

Illiterate by AdrenochromeDreams (Not Rated, League of Legends, Caitlyn/Vi)

Caitlyn finds out Vi's major flaw which isn't breaking stuff...

Don’t let the lack of rating scare you; this one’s pure light hurt/comfort with a lot of fluff. It takes an interesting headcanon about Vi and turns it into a genuinely sweet interaction between her and Caitlyn. Not to mention its commentary on intelligence, and how Vi’s “flaw” isn’t really a flaw at all.

Overload by SailorChibi (@tsuki-chibi) (T, Mentioned Abuse & Neglect, Miraculous Ladybug, Marinette & Adrien & Tikki & Plagg)

With every passing day, the weight on Marinette's and Adrien's shoulders gets heavier. Pressure comes from every direction with little support, even from their parents.

It's time for Tikki and Plagg to step up and take care of their kids.

To be honest, I’m not in the Miraculous fandom; I found this by browsing the “adoption” tag on AO3, and I fell in love instantly. The fic really makes you feel for Marinette and Adrien, and thankfully disposes with the secret identity thing fairly quickly. Instead we get a beautiful story of found family and recovery, where Tikki and Plagg provide the caring environment their kids desperately deserve.

whatever you are by suzukiblu (@suzukiblu) (G, Care Bears, Christy/Dark Heart)

They spend most of the afternoon trying to think up a new name for Dark Heart, but it’s hard to explain to a boy who just became a boy why a name like “Dark Heart” sounds a little weird.

I am living for the character interaction in this fic. Dark Heart navigating humanity (or, at least, his limited understanding of it) is adorable, as is Christy’s help. The backstory the fic gives her is sad but believable, and fits her character really well. The kids both play really well off each other here, and the whole thing is just a pure shot of warmth as a result.

I Could Have Killed You by WeightyUncle (G, Kid Icarus, Palutena & Pit)

Pit has a nightmare, and needs comfort from the closest thing he has to a mom.

I’m always a sucker for motherly Palutena, and this fic delivers. It explores the consequences of the Chaos Kin in a way I wish Uprising had, showing how much having to fight his goddess has affected Pit, and the comfort after the hurt is really sweet.

Little Sister by alabasterclouds (@alabasterclouds) (Not Rated, Stranger Things, Joyce Byers & Eleven)

After watching Stranger Things, I had an incredible need to give Eleven someone who would actually love her and take care of her emotional needs. Joyce and Eleven's interactions gave me a bit of a lightbulb moment, and I decided to write a little fic that has Eleven finally getting what she needs - and Joyce giving some of the endless love she has for her sons to a little girl who really needs it.

Another fic where the lack of rating shouldn’t deter you; though there is some bedwetting it doesn’t quite veer into ageplay. It’s simultaneously a cute and heartbreaking fic, as El finds herself with a loving family for the first time and isn’t quite sure how to respond after years of mistreatment. Her fears and Joyce’s care for her are both written incredibly, and their characterisation makes this fic for me.

Feathers and Flames by TheBeanMarket (@thebeanmarket) (T, Mentioned Abuse & Alcoholism, My Hero Academia, Hawks & Dabi)

Hawks invites Dabi for a day out to suggest a business proposition. All does not go as planned.

Not my usual fare, but I absolutely love the voices in this fic. Dabi’s internal thoughts are a treat, and the author handles Hawks’ veneer cracking very well, to the point where he’s painfully sympathetic. Ultimately, even though the fic ends ambiguously, I’m left with no doubts as to his decision.

Bottled Up by Shinneth (@shinneth) (T, Steven Universe, Steven/Peridot)

Steven realizes Peridot has been feeling left out ever since she returned to the bathroom after Lapis fled Earth with their home. Now that he has some downtime after coming to terms with his mother's true identity and the engagement of Ruby and Sapphire, it's high time to let Peridot know she belongs with the Crystal Gems... and also let her know that Lapis does regret her decision to give her hope she will return one day.

Little does Steven know, Peridot has done quite a bit of eavesdropping when everyone thought she was just moping away in the bathroom...

I’ve always been a big fan of Steven & Peridot’s relationship, and this fic handles them perfectly. In particular, the fic has the acknowledgement of just how badly Lapis treated Peridot, and how torn up Peridot must really feel, that canon desperately needed without demonising the former. Both Peridot and Steven’s feelings are validated, and it’s refreshing as much as it is sweet to see.

Thanks Mom by SpaceStingray (G, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Adora & Queen Angella)

Just when she finally starts to feel comfortable around Queen Angella, Adora blurts something out that causes a downward spiral. But what does Angella have to say about it?

This is another fandom I’m not really in, but a fic I adore. Angella really is the star here, with her care squarely on display, and the result is a really sweet tale of found family. Adora’s relatably awkward in response, and Glimmer makes for the best sister. Of course, the fic has a more canon-compliant epilogue for those (unlike me) who enjoy heart-wrenching pain.

It Doesn’t Have To End Here by CosmicCrossing (@shima-draws) (G, Pokemon, Ash/Clemont)

"And—and now—" Clemont starts to choke up, furious with himself for being so weak but unable to do anything about it. "O-our journey will soon come to an end...and you're going to leave and—what will I do without you?" He finally breaks, tears blurring his vision and staining his cheeks.

An adorable hurt/comfort fix-it to the end of the Kalos anime, this is the fic that got me into Diodeshipping. Clemont’s sadness and fears over things ending are really well written, and I am living for how upbeat and loving Ash is in response, especially with his solution to the issue at hand. This is one of those fics I really wish had happened in canon, because it’s amazing.

bandages by pitkiu (@owlskullz) (G, Kid Icarus, Palutena & Pit)

At this point, Pit's wings were just an inconvenience.

A beautifully-written trans!Pit fic, and one of the best trans fics I’ve read full stop. This one really makes me feel for him, especially with how it handles his feelings towards his wings, and as I’ve said I’m always a sucker for Palutena being motherly.

A New Princess In Town by LumenInFusco (G, Super Mario, Bowser & Princess Daisy)

Princess Daisy takes an old friend shopping for a new wardrobe to go with her new face.

A fic that takes the ‘Bowsette’ concept and turns it into a really good fic about trans woman!Bowser (or, to use her name, Ruby). Despite the unusual premise the fic takes itself appropriately seriously; Ruby’s struggles are well written, and the supportive friendship between her and Daisy is a joy to read about. Top it off with an adorably sweet ending, and you have another great trans fic.

Two New Dads, Same Old Fears by lenin_it_to_win_it (@lenin-it-to-win-it) (Not Rated, Mentioned Abuse, My Hero Academia, Todoroki & All Might/Naomasa)

Even though All Might and Naomasa are much kinder than Endeavor, Todoroki still finds herself struggling to feel comfortable with her new guardians due to her past abuse, especially since she's convinced they won't accept her once they realize she's trans.

Trans girl!Todoroki wasn’t a headcanon I’d even considered until I read this, but the fic handles it so well and so believably that I was sold immediately. This is the best trans fic and my favourite MHA fic out of all I’ve read; Todoroki’s struggles are painfully real, and All Might trying to do right by her (with his husband’s help) is the sweetest thing. The voices and characterisation are perfect, and all-in-all I absolutely love this one.

Faith by Mertiya (G, Tangled the Series, Arianna & Rapunzel & Varian)

Varian has a secret. Arianna tries to help. Rapunzel and Cass try to fix things with their friend.

The post-season-1 fix-it I desperately wanted, featuring trans!Varian. There’s a lot of fics diverging after Secret of the Sundrop, but the character interaction in this one is perfect for me. Rapunzel and friends actually acknowledge their mistakes without being demonised, and I love the care Arianna shows. The only character this isn’t as kind to is Frederick, and I think he deserves that.

Her Heart’s Duet by sunkelles (@disregardcanon) (Not Rated, Gravity Falls, Mabel/Pacifica)

In an alternate universe where you get songs stuck in your head when your soulmate does, Mabel Pines finds out her soulmate loves classical music. She sort of just runs with it from there.

An old favourite of mine, this fic is pure fluff. Mabel’s obsession with her soulmate is endearing without becoming grating, and the way it manifests (with Pacifica’s taste in music) is great. I really love how the girls kindle a relationship before Mabel knows whether they’re soulmates, and decides she wouldn’t mind if they were.

When They Held You Under by Puregold (T, Abuse, Drowning, Camp Camp, David & Max)

It was just then that, as Max was lost in his fucked-up train of thought, the dirt and rocks beneath him loosened, giving way to the jagged and steep hill below leading directly into the lake. He panicked, screaming higher and louder than he'd ever care to admit as he tumbled down faster than he could think. Sharp rocks and thorns stabbed and cut at him as he abruptly plummeted deep into the cold water, and he was suddenly surrounded. Surrounded by a cold, uncaring thick blue haze as he tried to kick his way back up to the surface, only to realize that he didn't know how.

The best Dadvid fic I’ve ever read; it’s effectively a sickfic, as David is forced to take care of Max after a near-drowning. Their dynamic is handled amazingly, with David's care running headlong into the realisation of just how badly Max is being mistreated, and the result is an adorable fic.

Blue Roses (orphaned work) (Not Rated, Abuse, Suicide, Danny Phantom, Ember/Danny)

There was a bouquet of blue roses tucked between her knees at the base of the headstone.

This is a really old favourite, taking the popular headcanon about how Ember died, but I still think it holds up. I can’t help feeling sympathy for Ember here, especially with the heartbreaking meaning behind her “remember my name” tagline, and Danny’s understanding adds some nice comfort to an otherwise sad story.

Who Needs Trials, When You Have Gender Issues by OkFandom (@idonthaveacleverquip) (T, Pokemon, Guzma & Plumeria & Team Skull Grunt)

Who needs Trials, when you've got Team Skull? Guzma really needs to re-address the exact rules of the Team Skull dress code.

Team Skull are my favourite Pokemon faction specifically because they’re a big misfit family, and that’s perfectly on display here. I love how Grunt G finds acceptance, and the voices from Guzma and Plumeria are perfect. Another really good trans fic, with some great found family on top.

love, and other 4-letter words by Wrenvibes (@wrenvibes) (T, Mentioned Abuse & Homophobia, Near-Drowning, Star Wars Rebels, Hera & Sabine)

Maybe if she stopped running from her past, she could fix it a little quicker.

This was my overall favourite fic for a long time and still currently sits at second place. Seeing Ursa’s abuse acknowledged is something I desperately needed at the time and still appreciate, and Sabine’s introspection is incredibly well-written. Hera’s motherly side is really nice to see, and overall their relationship in this fic is amazingly handled. I still come back to this when I’m having a bad day.

To Build A Home by Candaru (@epitheterasedgen) (T, Mentioned Neglect, Epithet Erased, Percy & Molly, Molly & Giovanni)

Taking custody of Molly Blynndeff goes much smoother than expected... But between Molly's grief and Percy's parental inexperience, it's the aftermath that's hard to deal with. (In which Percy adopts Molly to get her away from her father, but the new situation is mentally taxing on both. NO shipping. Emotional whump. T for safety and death mentions.)

The characterisation is so perfect in this fic that it hurts. I love any plot that involves Molly getting adopted, but this fic goes above and beyond with Percy’s insecurity and Molly’s uncertainty, plus Giovanni being the best big brother. But what really makes this fic so good is that it doesn’t take the obvious route; Percy isn’t a replacement for Molly’s mother, she’s completely different, and that’s okay.

Shapeshifting Thoughts by thelyokocode (G+, Gravity Falls, Wendy/Dipper)

Wendy thought after talking to Dipper following their adventure in the bunker that everything would go back to normal with ease, but something was lingering within herself. Wendip comfort!

There are a lot of Wendip fics out there; this is one of maybe two that I actually really like. It shows a side to Wendy that isn’t normally seen, and her and Dipper’s relationship is rendered adorably. That, and it’s effectively a fix-it response to Into The Bunker, which is always nice to see.

All Of Them by BellatrixLestrangey (@bellatrixobsessed1) (T, Mild Injury, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula/Katara)

While being healed by Katara, a few of Azula's weaknesses and secrets come to the surface.

What I love about this fic is how it handles Azula. Getting her characterisation right is a delicate balance, especially in redemption fics, but I think this fic handles her really well. She doesn’t come grovelling for forgiveness or even seeking redemption at all, but can’t help herself changing from spending time with the Gaang. Katara’s at her best here too, as a mental healer and confidant as well as a physical one, and I like how she applies the lessons she learned from Zuko and the Southern Raiders.

Lessons Learned by Someone on the Street (G, Scooby Doo, Daphne & Flim Flam)

13 Ghost centered piece. Daphne wakes up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep due to a pressing matter that's been weighing heavily on her for some time. A birthday present for Ellis97!

One of the best adoption fics I’ve read. Daphne and Flim Flam’s relationship is adorable, with him unused to being cared for but not wanting it to end, and her going to great lengths to take him in. Vincent Van Ghoul being supportive was a nice addition, and the result is a really sweet fic.

Unspoken by FidesNemo (T, Head Injury, The Hunger Games, Clove/Katniss)

After the war, Katniss spends most of her days alone. When an unexpected visitor shatters the fragile peace of her life, she is forced to confront her guilt, regrets, and doubts on a journey to recovery. Cloveniss pairing. NOTES: Prim and Finnick survived the revolution. Mrs. Everdeen still resides in Dist. 12.

The premise of this fic is certainly an unusual one, but it makes good on it with some excellent writing. What makes this fic is Katniss, and how the reappearance of Clove gives her the ability to decide her own future for the first time since she was a teenager. In turn Clove is a very interesting character, with her denial over her worsening head trauma and her own regrets over the 74th Hunger Games.

Five Things Pacifica is Scared of by Shaud (@pinellama) (G+, Abuse, Eating Disorder, Panic Attacks, Gravity Falls, Pines Family & Pacifica)

And one she isn't. (Takes place in an AU where she runs away from her parents, child abuse, eating disorder, and panic/anxiety attacks mentioned.)

This is the fic that changed my opinion on Pacifica. Prior to this, I didn’t find her particularly compelling, but the headcanon of her parents’ treatment is written incredibly well here and I can’t help feeling sympathy at everything she’s gone through. The Pines’ care for her is also great, and the influence of this fic can be seen as far down as Forests of Oregon.

Came for me by xxApocalypsexx (T, Self Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Undertale, Frisk & Sans)

The barrier was broken, the monsters freed. But the world is not a happy place, especially for one so young. Luckily, someone cares about her who is not afraid of the world. Rated for self-harm/suicide references. Female Frisk, and spoilers for all routes.

This was my first ever “favourite fic”, and so long as you don’t mind she/her pronouns for Frisk I think it’s still a really good bittersweet fic. Sans and Frisk’s relationship here is adorable, despite the downer ending the fic gives the Pacifist route, and I love the twist about Frisk’s RESETs.

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askmcsmnextgen · 4 years ago

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First and Second Generation

Jack x Nurm- Tatasciore Family

Jamison (surrogate)

Katherine (surrogate)

Didga (adopted)

Milo x Isa- Meskimen Family

Jennifer

Harrison

(M) Jesse x Nell- Oswalt Family

Justin

Sienna

Mabel x Gloria- Yvette Family

Brooke

Hazel

Travis (adopted)

Magnus x Ellegaard- Feldman Family

Maggie

Boris

Corgan and Patches

Christopher (Soren)

Lukas x Petra- Porter Family

Venus and Ethan

Evelyn

Radar x Stella- Lowenthal Family

Alejandro (Romeo)

Amber (Romeo)

Andrias (Romeo)

Belladonna and Lotus

Athena and Herakles (adopted)

Jaime, Jane, Quinn, Hunter, Octavias, and Radar Jr.

Xara- Stewart Family

Jewelie (adopted)

Ivor x Harper- Reubens Family

Jasper (adopted)

Jasmine (adopted)

Aiden x Maya- Mercer Family

Stone

Hadrian x Mevia- Cummings Family

Flint

Oxblood x Binta- Berger Family

Silverwood

Rusty

Serenity, Willow, and Sparrow

Leontine

Val x Soup- Wahlgren Family

Abby

Sunny

Axel x Olivia- Posehn Family

Maple

Jedrek, Tiger, and Cody

Gabriel x (F) Jesse- Fennoy Family

Blossom

Amora (deceased)

Middleton Family-

Rose

Toby

Garrett Family-

Abel

Logan and Asher

Harrington Family-

Spartacus (surrogate)

Romeo x Xara- Admin Family

Frederick (deceased)

Alice (Radar and Stella)

Annabelle (adopted)

Zofija

Miep and Callun

Flores

Rocco

Alexandra

Xara x (F) Jesse- Oswalt Family

(F) Romeo Jr. (Romeo)

Xena

Scarlett and Violet (deceased/Gordon and Romeo)

Emma and Anais

Dominic (adopted)

Gordon (the warden) x Xara- Patton Family

Eden

Artemis and Diana

Faith

Gordon (the warden) x Soren- Patton Family

Leo (surrogate)

#list #pairing #ship #shipping #mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsmnextgen #first generation #second generation #next gen #next generation

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shiverhq · 5 years ago

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HAWTHORN

Sara Jones

Cis woman, uses she/her pronouns

Human (hunter)

33 years old

Played by Zazie Beetz

Teacher at Blackrock High

Applications are closed.

Note: this character is black, and is Maple’s adopted sibling.

Even by Blackrock standards your childhood was unenviable. There wasn’t anyone strictly to blame, but when there was slack left that your parents were spread too thin to carry, it fell to you to pick up. This became something of a pattern, stepping into the spaces that needed filling. You took jobs when money was tight and made lunches before your siblings could be trusted with the kitchen knives. What was expectation became habit became second nature. You have always gone to bat. You protect, first with your fists and then with your words – and now, you might go further than ever before. There are monsters here, and you have charged yourself with protecting Blackrock from them.

WILLOW → The two of you used to be close – and then something changed. They changed, actually, though you wouldn’t understand the full truth of that until it was too late. You know what they are, now, and sometimes, you find yourself wondering if they did it. If they’re the one behind the disappearances. You used to be your sibling’s keeper, but you haven’t been, in a long time. Maybe it’s time you took responsibility again.

HAZEL → They’re not even trying to be subtle. In towns like these, it’s hard to go three steps without running into someone, and Hazel seems to be cropping up everywhere. You know them in passing, at best, but the looks they’re sending you – and out of nowhere – are driving you up the wall.

EVERGREEN → You wouldn’t have paid any attention to the town recluses if your sibling hadn’t defected to the house at the edge of town. They’re strange, but in a different way than the others, like they’re only ever half there. It draws you in, beckons you like a bruise to touch.

#all #human #hawthornbio #hawthorn #closed

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ellrys · 6 years ago

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Between Two Hands - A Short Story

We are here to leave... My mind was blank. My ears were fixated in the sound of raindrops hitting on the window of the room as well as the distant yet clear sound of the wind beating on the old willows in the backyard. It was a rough storm. Rain was a common routine yet; the lightning crackling through the midnight dark was a rarity of sight as well as the following thunder roars. The shelter corridors were filled with the silent echoes of the whimpers of the dogs that had a sharp increase in volume every time the thunder reached their ears.

She sighed, sitting in the corner of the office in the ground near window side, with Omi lying on her left thigh, a mix breed which was surely a half a springer spaniel but yet other half was only about our speculations. A beautiful soul yet not so much in appearance to be adopted… She was one of the oldest we had here in the shelter and although she always says she loved them equally, it was obvious Omi had been her favourite for a while, right along with Munno, the little old Basset who was also leaning against her leg at the same moment.

She had laid a blanket underneath them and one more on her own shoulders as she leaned towards the cold wall . Never would strike you as a manager. Neither could say she looked her age. She had a small build, small and fragile. Came back from the capital as a top graduate from our best University. Yet instead of pride, she always had this sense of disappointment in her eyes. She had a shelf of research materials and papers she never ended up finishing. I always wondered why she end up giving up the life in the big city and opening this place that she called the “Carehouse.”; A shelter and a veterinary service for the abandoned and lost animals. It was a shelter of lost and forgotten, even by the residents of the town. When a lost animal was found by a random passer, when a parrot escape from the crack of an open window, when the litter of kittens wandered away from where their mother had hid them, or when they were taken away from their abusive and addict owners by the local police, they would end up here. Whoever found them, would throw them in our arms, so their conscious would be clean when they forget about ever encountering them as it was no longer their problem.

I made my way toward the cage at the corner of the office, with the green wing macaw we have received a few months back. The police found him in a shady house with two drug addicts and an ex-convict. He was most likely stolen from someone in the neighbouring town in order to sell it under the counter as he had no health card or any documents of ownership. The parrot clearly had been under stress cause of the new environment and absence of bonded owner as the parrots usually show extreme behaviour as plucking their own feathers and even los off appetite. He was almost featherless with occasional blood marks on his skin along with obvious signs of malnutrition. The police told they would look into it but she already knew not to hope anything by the moment the officer diverted his eyes making that half-assed promise. That was a few weeks back.

“Do you believe in god?” she asked suddenly, while softly caressing Omi’s ear and gazing out of the window.

I took the macaw out of his cage. He was shivering due to lack of feathers and the blanket around the cage was not helping. He gladly accepted the offer of my warm arm and climbed on to my jumper without question. As I covered him with a small warm towel I found on the heater nearby, I saw down nearby, facing her.

“Yes.” I had grown up in a religious environment. Taught prayers by the time I could read and write, and read the book a few times along with the others. My mother was a pious one, I often grew up listening the stories and tales out of the book and talking about the god and its means.

She looked down to the face of the dog, shivering in her arms, not by cold but by fear, each time the lighting strikes. “Would you be bothered, if he did not exist?”

“He does exist.” I said without hesitation.

“I do not say he doesn’t nor that he does., but about what your reaction would be, if you found out that he did not. What would you feel?”

I diverted my eyes to the ceiling. “I don’t know. I never questioned his existence. Nor do I want to.”

“Precisely.” She said, in a subtle tone. I could hear her hand rubbing the ears of the spaniel. I waited an explanation. Nothing.

“And you?” I asked, giving up on waiting for a reply. "Do you believe?"

“No.”

“Why?”

She was scratching under Omi’s ear now, as the old dog was slowly closing her eyes. She was old. And I did not expect her to live long after the lump we have found in her lungs. She was too old to be operated. We could not take the risk. It was a matter of time. It’s sometimes hard to know whether a dog was suffering or not, as they not always show their weaknesses. She looked tired but unable to sleep due to the storm but we both knew, she also had lost appetite past day and barely have moved out of her place in the past week.

“Give me a proper answer first” She said. “Imagine if he did not exist today, what would you feel. If you do, I’ll tell you why.”

I shrugged. I gazed upon the silent macaw in my lap, snuggling in the centre of my oversized jumper and the small towel. I haven’t noticed but I was softly scratching his bald head all this time. His feathers started to regrow and he partially had feathers in his chest. He looked at peace, his eyes were softly blinking in parallel to my fingers movements as he was softly shifting to sleep. “I would probably be lost.” I said hesitantly. “I spent a life believing him, his justice, his kindness, and his love.” I gazed upon the open door of the shelter. Most of the dogs we had were in a single large compartment. She did not like the idea of caging them so she made a playroom for them to spend the night. It really resembled of a common living room, so they somewhat cosy and at home. The most of the dogs, especially the youngest ones were curled up in a corner together, scared from the thunder obviously.

“I would probably be like an abandoned dog. You know, wait entire life believing someone out there exist that will one day pick you up and take care of you. You believe he will come and pick you up one day. And yet that day never comes. Something like that feeling I guess.”

She softly nodded. “It’s exactly what it is.” She said confirming. Her hazel eyes were foggy and distant. As if she was talking to me from a different time and space. “This is the reason I don’t believe.”

“That didn’t make sense.”

She looked at me, and then showed the dog lying underneath he hands. “That depends on what you define a god.”

I lift an eyebrow. She turned against me with a bitter smile on her face. “What you call god, if it’s a creator yes, I think that exist and but that does not require to be all knowing and all powerful. It can be anything. Humans created a lot of dog breeds that did not exist before by playing with genetics. We created artificial intelligence and we even created different lifeforms from a single cell just by the use of our also self-created tools. We are clearly not gods, yet for some of the creations, we are. Doesn’t mean we are all knowing and all potent. We just create. Yes, I believe someone or something did create us. But that’s not what we seek, we do not seek the god that created us. We seek a being that is all knowing, wise, powerful and just. “

“It isn’t the same thing.” I argued. “God itself created all from nothing. We just reshape and modify his creations to make something new. It’s not the same thing.”

“That part doesn’t matter.” She interrupted. “Again, I don’t question what he is, I am questioning what we seek in him. We do not seek a creator god in our religion, we seek a divine being.” She gave a pause to think over her words, possibly looking for a different way to put them. Her eyes slide down to the old Spaniel in her lap. “For her, we are gods.” She said softly. “And she doesn’t care if we are creators or not. That’s not why we are gods for her.”

I examined the both dogs. Both of them were hunter breeds, Gun dogs. Considered to be brave and sharp, yet they both looked scared, seeking shelter in her side, from the thunders echoing in the sky. “They find safety in my presence, as they believe I can protect them from the thunders and lightnings, the means they have no power against by themselves. For them, we are the all-powerful beings as we can change the course of their lives. We can provide protection in the houses we built, the food we produce, the artificially created heating in our spaces. Also, we can punish them for the wrongs they have done. If an unjust deed happen among them, like unequally rationed food, they seek our aid to justify, or if we let the injustice happen, they will accept, believing they had deserved such fate. They will love us unconditionally, and will be loyal to us eternally, although they know we are imperfect, that we have ill sides within just as we have good. Isn’t that sound familiar?”

I saw her point but I did not want to admit it out loud.

“We all believed in fate, and that everything happens for a reason, and if bad things happen for us, they happen for a reason that only god knows. We cannot create true justice ourselves as we are corrupted in heart. So, we want to know the evil will be punished, and the good will be rewarded by a divine court with no possible fault. But mostly, we want to know there is a power out there, that will take us under their arms and protect us from all the things left us powerless; time, fear, pain, death... We want to know that there is something out there that is all above the things we fear and the things we cannot control.” Her hand slowly slides to her side, losing the will to continue petting the dog. I could hear the whimpering dogs from the room next door. The cats were all silent, they were all hiding in the safest looking corner they had found.

“We seek the god, not because we believe he is the creator of all, but because we expect him to be all powerful, just and loving. We want to know we will be better in the afterlife, just like as you said.” She faced me again, her smile had disappeared and all that left was the bitterness in her eyes. “Similar to the dogs waiting to be picked up from the shelter by a loving hand.”

My mind went blank again, and my thoughts, slide back to the raindrops in the window, the consistent yet ineffective diving of the droplets to the glass, and slowly sliding downwards in silence, getting lost within the soil. I did not want to think of what she said. I believed he was out there, and that she was wrong. We did not create a concept just to comfort our minds. It was no deception. It just sounded logical considering the miracle of life. I tried to recall what my biology teacher said a while back; that the odds for the forming of life itself was, one in hundred trillion? Or Something, I really don’t remember the number, recalling it had a few zeros and that’s it. Yet it was in a number to be defined impossible. No, the god did exist I had no doubts on it still...Yet she never made a claim against his existence either, but only about his potency.

I understood. She was right, about that we wanted him to be potent. That I hoped for him to be that potent. To think, he exists did not make me budge, as I did not question his existence. I devoured every bit of biology source in our school library only to believe in the existence of the god to make more sense, given the probability of all existence. As a matter of fact, after all I have devoured, the science books were better proofs than the holy ones, on his existence as nothing seemed a mere coincidence to happen. But I never thought on the extent of his potency. We humans, have history full of discoveries by accidents. As she just specified, the dog breeds we have created purely by cross breeding. Or AI that can think without us. The counter argument formed itself immediately. Some of the dog breeds we created were faulted. Dystocia. The disorder or birth, due to the proportion difference of the pelvic canal from the offspring, as some of the small dog and cat breeds formed by the result of humanity, cannot even give natural birth, and without human intervention it can be deadly. I recall her mentioning this to me when I began working near her as a part timer. Yeah, it’s not the same.

“There’s a difference between creationism of god, and ours. We, created faulty beings, the breeds of dogs you mentioned, that cannot give natural birth by Dystocia. The AI we created cannot self-sustain. The constructs of ours, cannot exist without us.”

“And are we?”

I stumbled by her suddenness’ was confused of what she meant. And then it hit me. She was mentioning death.

"We are creations of miracle maybe, but we are not created perfect. From the moment of birth, we are in an endless cycle of decay. The diseases, the malfunction of the body, and the decay of everything of existence. If not just physical, but mental as well, we are broken beings, who damage and disrupt one another, wars, murder, injustice, and cruelty. We justify saying we were meant to be this way. No, there’s a broken rusty gear among our system, that disrupting and corrupting all our existence as well as our environment and the entire world we live in. “she looked again to the old, abandoned dog in her lap, and then to the half-naked and abused macaw on mine.

She was right in her claim. And given my education level and experience of life, I could not go into a sophisticated scientific argument about the consistency of life and structure of parasitic life forms we call diseases as her medical expertise was far beyond a high schooler like me, who simply liked biology classes. It would be tiring and time consuming to go further on factual side of the matter.

“Maybe it is not.” I said softly.

She snorted while still looking out of the window. “It’s, just our minds searching for comfort, to justify our existence and make sure we will be safe and sound and all that hurt us, pained us, troubles us, all that caused us to suffer unjustly, will be magically solved after we die so we can leave the world in peace.”

I gave a pause. It suddenly hit me why she was like this. My eye slides down to the other hand of hers, which has been standing idly all this time behind her leg. I saw that idea flashed in my mind and that my guess was right, she was holding a syringe. That meant only one thing.

“Is she?”

She nodded silently. Omi, was not going to last the night.

That explained her melancholical aura, as well as the questioning of existence of a creator. She was about to send her oldest companion away, with her own hands, to the creator…no, the caregiver that she was unsure that existed. This was not a matter of belief actually. She opened this care house, the so-called shelter, for the abandoned animals of the town to find a warmth of home. It did not look anything like a usual shelter, but more like a real home, each animal group had their house like rooms, with furniture that we occasionally used, and encouraged the youth to come and spend time in. We even made a small library, in the feline section of the building for kids and youngsters to come read while interacting with them. She did not want to put them on mass cages, and endless corridors of concrete and steel. We adjusted a backyard for them to roam, and each and every one took proper attention and care from us, as well as medical care. She made sure, even if they were never to be adopted, they would live a good life here. It was where she lived, and she was not their owner or manager, or a simple vet, she was their caretaker until their real owner one day appeared in the very door. She was barely funded and holding on the hardest to give them the warmest conditions. But considering the low heat of the room when it is already November, she was struggling to keep it up I knew.

All this effort, to keep them safe and sound, to care for them a life time, and she was about to send the one she started this journey with away. The first comer of her residence, was about to depart, and she was wondering, if at the end of that syringe, whether there was going to be a caregiver or not.

“It doesn’t matter if he exists or not.” I said. I was able to put a soft smile in my face and I hoped it wasn’t as bitter as I thought it would be. “You don’t need to believe in a god, or a caregiver of a divine being for something like this.”

She turned to me with a sceptical face. She had no faith in what I said, I knew it. Its usual I guess, for adults to look with that kind of expression to my age groups, it’s just that I was no ordinary teen.

“There are a million possibilities we can say about after life, or god, or creator or whatever you may call it. And, although I’m a believer, I don’t think main point is to believe in him, it is to understand the life itself.”

She chuckled.

“No, I am serious. The life, perfect or imperfect, incomplete or not doesn’t matter. Life itself isn’t something we own anyway, it’s something we rent. We borrow it for a moment, to experience it for a brief moment, and then we return it back to its place, to leave it for the next one in line. No matter what you can say about religion, god, existence, they will all be hypothesis and assumptions. But what we know, is that the life itself comes from the soil, will eventually return to soil and through the cycle it will be given back to another form to another being.”

“The cycle of life. “She murmured. I don’t know if I sounded like a dreamy boy or a mature adult, but at this point, all I wanted was to continue.

“Nothing exists out of nowhere. The energy you would say, is finite so, if you hold on to it for too long, you are stealing the time from the next creature in line.”

“Sounds like a queue over there.” She said chuckling again. So, did I.

“Yes, actually it is. It’s like a cinema hall. There’s a movie to play, and before it begins you take a seat, you watch the movie and when it’s over you leave so the next ones in line can take your seat. You can’t remain as that would be selfish, and someone out in that queue, would never get to see the movie.”

She finally smiled. Her face was still facing the blank emptiness of the window, but I saw her empty hand move back up again to caress Omi’s ear, and my optimist side wanted to take it as a good sign.

“You really don’t sound like a kid in your age.”

“And you are hesitating when you know what to do.” I said looking at her other hand. “That doesn’t sound very adult like either.”

Her silence told me I had won the argument for now. I think her mind was somewhat calmer about what was going to happen next. As she finally lifted the hand I knew, she had given in to my words. She didn’t say a single word after, it went pretty much silent, even when she started to cry, there was not even a slight sound of sobbing. She simply accepted it. The cruelty of life cycle, is that whatever it gives, it ends up taking back, meaning you never actually end up owning it anyway. And you truly don’t know, if all you have done in this earth, is well deserved or not. You could only hope that there is.

As I kept on thinking of my words, I knew there were a lot of matters she can argue over them if she wanted to. But I know she didn’t. She was searching for what she claimed all of us were searching for; Comfort, that everything was going to be okay in the end.

The idea for this came onto me as I was looking for animal adoption advertisements as I am planning to adopt one in some time. Somewhat the whole conversation between the two of them formed in my mind randomly without my control. It was as if I was having an awake-dream. It usually happens like this with me and the stories. I know it’s dark. My thoughts were the same of its sadness but somehow it felt too powerful to let it slide. I wanted to somewhat record it. I had no real intention to be supporter of a side, in matter of existence of god, as I said, it all formed simultaneously, as if it was opinions of them and I’m only a spectator. So I simply wanted you to hear them out as well.Thanks for reading anyway

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Sign: Virgo Dates: August 23 - September 22 Element: Earth Planet: Mercury Sign Characteristics: Analyzing, Practical, Reflective, Observation, Thoughtful. Can be scrutinizing and critical. Appreciates the high integrity. Understand the true definition of value and quality. Disdains waist and excess. Prefers to work with small details and may sometimes become lost in them. Often relied upon to manage effectively. Highly intelligent and deft at problem-solving.

The ISFJ ( “THE DEFENDER”) personality type is quite unique, as many of their qualities defy the definition of their individual traits. Though possessing the Feeling (F) trait, ISFJs have excellent analytical abilities; though Introverted (I), they have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships; and though they are a Judging (J) type, ISFJs are often receptive to change and new ideas. As with so many things, people with the ISFJ personality type are more than the sum of their parts, and it is the way they use these strengths that define who they are. ISFJs are true altruists, meeting kindness with kindness-in-excess and engaging the work and people they believe in with enthusiasm and generosity. There’s hardly a better type to make up such a large proportion of the population, nearly 13%. Combining the best of tradition and the desire to do good, ISFJs are found in lines of work with a sense of history behind them, such as medicine, academics, and charitable social work.

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

Your temperament is phlegmatic. The phlegmatic temperament is fundamentally relaxed and quiet, ranging from warmly attentive to lazily sluggish. Phlegmatics tend to be content with themselves and are kind. They are accepting and affectionate. They may be receptive and shy and often prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are consistent, relaxed, calm, rational, curious, and observant, qualities that make them good administrators. They can also be passive-aggressive.

If you are born under the energy of the Hazel, you are highly intelligent, organized and efficient. Like the Holly, you are naturally gifted in academia and excel in the classroom. You also have the ability to retain information and can recall, recite and expound on subjects you've memorized with amazing accuracy. You know your facts, and you are always well informed. This sometimes makes you appear like a know-it-all to others, but you can't help that; you're genuinely smart and usually know the right course of action because of your impressive knowledge base. You have an eye for detail, and like things to be “just so.” Sometimes this need for order and control can lead to compulsive behaviors if left unchecked. You have a knack for numbers, science and things that utilize your analytical skills. You like rules, although you are typically making them rather than playing by them. The Celtic tree astrology sign of Hazel joins harmoniously with Hawthorn and Rowan's.

The quintessential characteristic of a Caregiver type is the desire to take care of others. For this reason, Caregivers may be drawn to the long-term care of children or the elderly. Though some Caregivers find their need to nurture satisfied by raising a family, many others seek out work in such venues as schools, hospitals, and animal shelters. The long-term care of those with Alzheimer’s, autism, and mental illness often becomes the responsibility of Caregivers.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin

DARK TRIAD: Psychopathy (0.6) | Machiavellian (0.2) | Narcissism (2.2)

Narcissism is an egotistical preoccupation with self. Because of all their experience with maintaining their self-image, people who score high for narcissism will often appear charming but their narcissism will later lead to extreme difficulty in developing close relationships.

Mice personalities are enormously successful and are well represented throughout cities and suburbs. Living in close proximity to larger animal personalities, they survive by utilizing the resources others consider insignificant, and because of their limited consumption mice place very little stress on the environment. They are quiet, compliant people and they disappear into their homes after work without ever drawing attention to themselves.

Physically small and emotionally timid, mice personalities adopt a typically rodent pattern of self-reliance in order to survive. Their canny minds have long since learned that the only free cheese is to be found in a mousetrap and they wouldn't dream of depending on others for support. This independence is quite understandable, given that they get so little respect from others.

LIFE PATH NUMBER: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22

The Master Builder

The Life Path 22 is one of the most powerful and influential paths in numerology. Your own abilities may seem overwhelming at times, and difficult to manage, but learning to harness your gifts will allow you greater control over your destiny, and in some cases, the destiny of others. This may cause you to feel as though a heavy burden rests on your shoulders. Be careful not to take on too much at once. And at the same time, don’t be afraid to challenge yourself.

22s are some of the biggest thinkers and innovators of our world and often use their big ideas to change lives, in some cases even inspiring hundreds if not millions through their voice, art, ideals, or strength of character.

If you embrace the catalyst that you can be, the impact you can potentially have on others is enormous. If you allow fear of your power to stifle you, it can spread like a weed and prevent you from reaching your true potential. Please don’t let this happen, the world needs all the 22’s to move us into a more enlightened tomorrow.

In many cases, the Life Path 22 gains full control over their abilities later in life when they are most open and accepting of their power, though a person with a strong sense of self can unlock these gifts at a comparatively young age. To give you an idea of what can be achieved when a Life Path 22 fully embraces their ability early on in life.

ROSENBERG SELF-ESTEEM SCALE: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

BRAIN LATERALIZATION TEST: Left (74%) | Right (26%)

Left brain dominant individuals are more orderly, literal, articulate, and to the point. They are good at understanding directions and anything that is explicit and logical. They can have trouble comprehending emotions and abstract concepts, they can feel lost when things are not clear, doubting anything that is not stated and proven, The left brain dominant type suffers from limited approaches, narrow-mindedness.

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#♕ ╾ ･ ⁎ ╱ ╱ headcanons.#long post #really long tbh >.>#i refreshed the links since they were no working anymore sdfjsbhgsdf #the tests label her as a very intelligent woman but i am very dumb lmao how is that possible xD #the power of love for your muse -that's the answer

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thatfreak03 · 11 months ago

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(Sorry for any spelling, grammar, or other mistakes)

I finally made some art for my Huntlow adopt Hazel idea. Link to the original post here.

I am only good at drawing people standing still, sometimes not even that, so this art is kind of awful. But I tried my best.

For context, Hunter has been on the Infinity Train for a month or two. All his friends and loved ones have no idea where he is and are, of course, worried sick.

This is when Hunter finally gets off the Infinity Train and back to the Boiling Isles. Willow sees Hunter from a distance and runs towards him. When Hunter turns around, Willow sees that Hunter isn't alone.

Again, I know it's not the best. I wanted to draw Hunter holding Hazel, but I couldn't find a way to draw that while showing Hunter's face. Also, I was sick when I drew this, and I'm still kind of sick now. It probably would have still been bad without me being sick, but who knows. I tried my best.

Sorry if it's hard to read the speech bubbles.

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jaegermacht · 6 years ago

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Basic Statistics

Name:『 Eren Jaeger (he/him/his) 』 Age:『 varies 』 Sex:『 male 』 Gender:『 male 』 Sexuality:『 homo/bi/demisexual 』 Romantic Orientation:『 homo/bi/demiromantic 』 Nationality:『 German American / Paradisian 』 Socioeconomic Level as a child:『 privileged 』 Socioeconomic Level as an adult:『 working class / privileged 』 Hometown:『 high-end suburban town 』 Current Residence:『 inner city 』 Occupation:『 varies 』 Income:『 moderate / high 』 Talents/Skills:『 athletic 』 Salary:『 moderate / high 』 Birth order:『 only child 』 Siblings (describe relationship):『 potential adopted sister, Mikasa 』 Spouse (describe relationship):『 varies 』 Children (describe relationship):『 varies 』 Significant Others (describe relationship): Relationship skills:『 charming and charismatic, but may face difficulties committing for as long as he’s not pursuing serious involvement 』

Physical Characteristics:

Height:『 5′10″ 』 Weight:『 140lbs 』 Race:『 German 』 Eye Color:『 green / potential gold heterochromniac 』 Hair Color:『 dark brown 』 Glasses or contact lenses?『 varies 』 Skin color:『 Type IV (Fitzpatrick) / 25 (Von Luschan) 』 Shape of Face:『 heart 』 Distinguishing features:『 thick brows, bright eyes 』 How does he/she dress?『 casual/comfort 』 Mannerisms:『 relaxed to animated in 0.0001 seconds 』 Habits:『 drinking, hackey sack 』 Health:『 fit 』 Hobbies:『 gaming, sports, flower arranging, drawing 』 Favorite Sayings:『 rage quit 』 Speech patterns:『 occasional stutter 』 Style (Elegant, shabby etc.):『 lazy 』 Greatest flaw:『 short temper, poor organizational skills, impulsive 』 Best quality:『 he’s a sweetheart <3 』

Intellectual/Mental/Personality Attributes and Attitudes

Educational Background:『 usually advanced degree 』 Intelligence Level:『 average 』 Any Mental Illnesses?『 potential PTSD 』 Learning Experiences: Character’s short-term goals in life:『 move out of his parents’ house, graduate 』 Character’s long-term goals in life:『 secure profession 』 How does Character see himself/herself?『 highly 』 How does Character believe he/she is perceived by others?『 n/a because he doesn’t care 』 How self-confident is the character?『 very 』 Does the character seem ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof?『 emotion 』 What would most embarrass this character?『 his crush 』

Emotional Characteristics

Strengths/Weaknesses:『 stubborn and confident 』 Introvert or Extrovert?『 extrovert 』 How does the character deal with anger?『 physically 』 With sadness?『 denial 』 With conflict?『 physically / verbally 』 With change?『 not very well 』 With loss?『 physically 』 What does the character want out of life?『 adventurous romance 』 What would the character like to change in his/her life?『 nothing 』 What motivates this character?『 impulse & challenges 』 What frightens this character?『 abandonment』 What makes this character happy?『 pretty much anything 』 Is the character judgmental of others?『 moderately 』 Is the character generous or stingy?『 generous 』 Is the character generally polite or rude?『 a mix of both 』

Additional Notes on This Character:

Muse Personality Meme:

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin

DARK TRIAD: Psychopathy (3.9) | Machiavellian (0.3) | Narcissism (2.6)

LIFE PATH NUMBER: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22

ROSENBERG SELF ESTEEM SCALE: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

BRAIN LATERALIZATION TEST : Left | Right

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fuck--me--running-blog · 8 years ago

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OCs WIP

Name: Amir Cheries

Sex: Male

Breed: tenta [octopus/human hybrid[

Hair: Short Blonde

Eyes: Lavender Small info: Amri is happy with what family he has and picks emotions over logic. he has a habit to lash out in aggression than talk to anyone who has hurt family. he does not give a shit if it was their fault or someone of his little family circle. Someone will get their eyes scratched out. They are not friendly with humans and will eat them.

Relationships

Mother: NA

Father: Deceased

Siblings: Lindia

Children: Adam

Married to: Daisy cheries

Lover To: Will

Name: Will Issac

Sex: Male [with lady reproductive system]

Breed: Drake/Human

Hair: Mouse Brown

Eyes: Emerald green

Small info: Will always had an awkward disposition as a child and still has a bit of a disability with walking but just slight from being shot as a child. His ability to deal with relationships is not that great due to a previous abusive one that left their daughter heavily ill. He is quite happy now with the married couple and is still learning.

Relationships:

Father: NA

Mother: Kara Issac

Siblings: Lilith

Children: Serenity, Vivi [Adam]

Married to: NA

Lover to: Daisy Cheries

Name: Serenity Issac

Sex: Female

Breed: Drake/partly Pestilence

Hair: Mantis green

Eyes: Yellow

Small info: She has always been badly ill from birth. Her health has slightly improved as she has gotten older and managed to snag a pretty gal for a girlfriend. But some trouble does happen on and off so her health has been a rollercoaster. At least Serenity has her family and lover to hep her through it.

Relationships:

Father: Pestilence Mother: Will Siblings: Vivi, Adam Children: NA Married to: NA Lover: Connie

Name: Ivanya Cheries

Sex: Female

Breed: Demon/Drake

Hair: Dirty Blonde

Eyes: Radioactive Green

Small Info: Vivi is a strong little thing and is still growing. Much like her half brother he can have a temper but at least has a little more emotional understanding of things. But due to circumstances and abduction for a month she is feral and not very trusting of anyone, barely family is excluded of this.

Relationships:

Father: Will

Mother: Daisy

Siblings: Serenity, Adam

Children: NA

Married to: NA

Lover to: NA

Name: Willow Cheries

Sex: Female

Breed: River dragon

Hair: Cornflower Blue

Eyes: Yellow gold

Small Info: Willow has a rather large family. While there are plenty of fish in the tea she stuck with her younger sister being her mate along with a devil hunter. Like and unlike her sisters she can be ill tempered when it comes to family. As an example she has outcasted her first born son and blamed him for one of her other children being hurt. While she is working on forgiving it takes a lot for that to happen. Though now shes just trying to keep things going in the family, fishing and making jewelry with the shells and rocks she finds.

Relationships:

Father: Alder

Mother: Lakshmana

Siblings: Andromeda, Hazel, Sine

Children: [Ivy], River, Oceana, Johra

Married To: Dante Sparda, Hazel

Name: Sine Cheries

Sex: Female

Breed: Dream Dragon

Hair: Black

Eyes: Turquoise

Small Info: Being a bastard daughter had never been easy for the family. Especially being she is not her adoptive father’s but her sister hazel’s now deceased boyfriend. Though life was rough she had a loving family all the same and happily lives with her mate and offspring. course there are still tensions.

Relationships:

Father: deceased

Mother: Lakshmana

siblings: Hazel, Willow, Andromeda

Children: [have no names yet]

Married to: Chibi [thehouseofmonsters]

Name: Lakshmana Way

Sex: Male [with female organs]

Breed: Trophy Dragon

Hair: Chocolate brown

Eyes: Blue

Small Info: The only child of Bruce, Lak is a reincarnated being from their husband’s past. While they have found one another again and had made a second family of their own things are still tense. Lak is still trying to make things right and mostly resides at home for not exactly wanting to be around outsiders.

Relationships:

Father: Bruce

Mother: Deceased

Siblings: NA

Children: Willow, Hazel, Andromeda, sine

Married to: Alder Cheries [thehouseofmonsters]

Name: Bruce Way

Sex: Male

Breed: Lava dragon

Hair: Brown mixed black

Eyes: Ruby red

Small info: Bruce is an old fart and very protective of their only child and grandchildren. He never thought he would love against after his mate had been killed by hunters but now has found a pretty little lady that is an ocean dragon. quite a pair they are.

Relationships:

Father: deceased

Mother: NA

Siblings: NA

Children: Lak

Married to: NA

Lovers to: Jasmine

Name: Kazimir Avensky

Sex: Male

Breed: The Fox King

Hair: Oil Black

Eyes: Sky blue/ black [chromatic]

Small Info: Kaz is about 800 years old and is rather laid back and lazy for someone his age. In his earlier years he was a playboy and boned any male and female that would have him but never took a mate. now he is practically a babysitter to the fox children though enjoys his simple life even if he never has mate.

Relationships:

Father: NA

Mother: NA

Siblings: Cheska [Cousin]

Children: NA

Married to: NA

Name: Cheska Loverland

Sex: Female

Breed: Fox Queen

Hair: Orange peach

Eyes: Yellow Gold

Small Info:

Relationships:

Father: NA

Mother: NA

Siblings: Kazimir [Cousin]

Children: NA

Married to: NA

Name: Arina Hellreaper

Sex: Female

Breed: Hell reaper/Human

Hair: pure white

Eyes: crimson

Small Info: The eldest twin of Jthree. Shes a top ranking reaper among their family at taking souls and wiping out monsters. Though due to the boredom of a fast paced life and the lack of ability to keep a relationship adn show emotions she is now a surrogate in her long spanned spare time. She had been a mother twice but is not allowed to see one child while another had died stillborn. Now Arina mother of twin boys, though she is not exactly leading the mother role she is quite content helping in raising them while having a heart string tug at their father who she agreed to surrogate for. Though it wont ever be.

Relationships:

Father: Grim

Mother: deceased

Siblings: Cleo, Jr

Children: Jaio , Julian

Married to: NA

Lover to: NA

Interested in: Adam Cheries [thehouseofmonsters]

Name: Cleo Hellreaper

Sex: Male

Breed: Hell reaper/Human

Hair: Pure White

Eyes: Blue

Small Info: Youngest ruler of hell reapers and reapers alike Cleo rather be a stay at home husband and father. The only thing he finds interesting during his job is watching his older brother interact and get it on with their wife. Cleo gets nothing off of that, he rather let his dear lady Famine eat him out [literally] than work.

Relationships:

Father: Grim

Mother: deceased

Siblings: Arina, Jr

Children: NA

Married to: NA

Lover to: Famine

Name: Jr Hellreaper

Sex: Male

Breed: Hell reaper/Human

Hair: White

Eyes: Crimson

Small Info: JR is a masochist when it comes to his one and only wife Watr. His little brother popping in is not minded once in a while as he is quite content. He used to do the same job as his sister but he drifted away from it in favor or raising a family and chasing Lily.

Relationships:

Father: Grim

Mother: deceased

Siblings: Cleo, Arina

Children: acacia

Married to: War [Lily Cheries]

Name: Francis Cheries

Sex: Male

Breed: Demon/Succubus

Hair: Rose Gold Pink

Eyes: yellow gold

Small Info: The middle aged sibling of three Francis as his mother's everything but his daddy’s gender. He is a heart breaker and a playboy to both sexs with interesting kinks and very much a social butterfly . Though he has seemed to calm down enough to end up getting hooked onto the gargoyle gardner named David. He might not be a looker but the demon likes his man the way he is.

Relationships:

Father: NJ

Mother: Rose

Siblings: Juniper, Clementine

Children: NA

Married to: NA

Lover to: David

Name: Rose Cheries

Sex: Female

Breed: Fox\Demon

Hair: Rose pink

Eyes: Gold

Small Info:

Relationship:

Father: Gabriel

Mother: Marian

Siblings: [dont want to list]

Children: Francis, Clementine, Juniper

Married to: NJ [thehouseofmonsters]

Name: Comet

Sex: Female

Breed: Cosmic Dragon

Hair: black and pink

Eyes: golden orange

Small Info:

Relationships:

Father: Cello

Mother: Andromeda

Siblings: Star

Children: NA

Mate: NA

Name: Elion

Sex: Male

Breed: Ice Dragon

Hair: black

Eyes: yellow brown

Small info:

Father:

Mother:

Siblings:

Children:

Mate: Dari [Devils-toxic-love]

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