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THE PARENT/CHILD MEME

THE PARENT/CHILD MEME

Parents, congratulations! The precious responsibility of legal guardianship has been placed upon your shoulders. You are now in charge of a real, live, adorable(?) child! Welcome to the greatest adventure of your life! In theory, anyway. Let's hope you don't screw this up...

Children, also congratulations! Whether you had one before this meme or not, you have officially acquired a genuine responsible(?) adult to love and cherish you, teach you useful skills, and look after your every need! In theory, anyway. Let's hope you aren't too much of a handful...

HOW IT WORKS:

Make a post with your character's name and fandom in the subject line, and make note of whether you'd rather play as a GUARDIAN, as a CHILD, or as EITHER. Guardians must be over the age of 18 and children under the age of 18, but if your character is too old or too young for the role you want to play, just shoop their age and make a note of it in the subject line!

[Examples:]
YUFFIE KISARAGI | FFVII | GUARDIAN (25)
ROY MUSTANG | FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST | CHILD (6)

Easy as pie! Now, pick out a likely-looking guardian for your child or a child for your guardian (cross-canon tagging is totally encouraged here, but canon relationships are also fine), tag their post, and start playing! Rolling up a relationship, a scenario, or both at the RNG is entirely optional. Good luck!

RELATIONSHIPS:

1: Born
Behold, the fruit of your loins! Whether you've been raising this kid from day one or have belatedly become their primary guardian, the DNA testing doesn't lie - you are this child's ancestor.

2: Adopted
Not every parental bond starts in the womb. You've selflessly opened your home and your heart on a permanent basis to this bundle of joy. Best of luck as you bond with your new child!

3: Fostered
Sometimes the greatest gift is a place to call home, even if it's just a temporary chapter of life. For however long they're in your care, this kid is depending on you for stability and love.

4: Found
Where did this kid come from? You'd better puzzle it out quick, because you've suddenly found yourself with an extra mouth to feed, and there's nobody else around to do the job.

5: Borrowed
There is somebody else to do the job...but they've passed the baton to you for the time being, or you offered your services yourself. Babysitting is a major responsibility - do your best!

SCENARIOS:

1: "Now I lay me down to sleep..."
It's time to put this kid to bed. How many bedtime stories and drinks of water is it gonna take? Only one way to find out.

2: "Part of this balanced meal!"
Food is the foundation of life, the kitchen is the heart of the home, and mealtime with loved ones can be a peaceful oasis...or a trial by fire.

3: "I'm so proud of you!"
Part of the joy of parenthood is celebrating your child's accomplishments. Whatever your kid did right, make sure you let them know how happy it's made you.

4: "Come, stop your crying, it'll be all right..."
Something has gone badly wrong for this little one. Whether the cure involves a first aid kit, some good advice, or just comfort and reassurance, it's up to you to make things right again.

5: "Say 'ahh'..."
Being sick is never fun, but having somebody around to take good care of you can make all the difference to an ailing child. Try not to catch it yourself, though.

6: "And let that be a lesson to you."
Sometimes, when your child puts a foot wrong, it's your job to set them right. A time-out, a telling-off, grounding, or even corporal punishment...what method do you set stock by?

7: "Now, follow my lead..."
Teaching a skill to a young person is a wonderful way of passing on your wisdom to the next generation. Let the training begin! And let's hope your specialty isn't anything illegal...

8: "Get behind me!"
A threat has emerged, your child is in danger, and you can feel the adrenaline kicking in. It's time to get in there and protect your young!

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[A high pitched cry ran through the house in the middle of the night. There was thumping of small feet before a small figure ran through the door of the bedroom, crying.]

'sh-shizuuuu... 'shizuuuuu.... ghost 'shizuuu... he gonna eat me 'shizzuuuuuu

[He tugged at his guardian's blanket, crying for all that is worth.]

[HELL IF I KNOW MAN.

Either way, she hadn't been asleep when the crying started, and the moment she heard it, before Jou even made his way into her room, Ishizu calmly placed a bookmark in her book and set it on the nightstand. When the blankets were tugged at, she pulled them back and turned to put her feet on the floor with a gentle smile.]

Come here.

[She pushed herself off of the bed and onto her knees and held her arms out for the boy, her small smile still on her lips.]

[She didn't have to tell Jou twice. He immediately crawled up on the bed, jumping on her lap and hugging her around the waist. He still sniffed and hiccuped.]

I-It sad bad things... t-then hid unda' da bed...

[Explanation followed by several more sniffs.]

[A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.]

Well, I will have to go take a look under your bed later, won't I? But for now, you may stay with me.

[Ishizu wrapped her arms around him, giving him a quick, but tight hug.]

Unless you'd like to go investigate with me?

[It was Seto who insisted on putting Mokuba to bed, something the younger brother agreed to quite loudly. The brothers read together with the door closed and Mokuba was very easily put to sleep.

Seto, however, wasn't so easily settled. With his brother comfortable in bed, the older boy quietly slipped out. He's creeping around the house now, looking into every room.]

[Ishizu didn't mind that Seto did such things - he and Mokuba were a pair that weren't meant to be split apart, that much she'd figured out quickly upon taking them in.

She's sitting in a chair in her bedroom, legs crossed and a book in her lap with a floor lamp turned on next to her. She's facing the door a little, so good luck getting past her without being noticed.]

[The 10 year old boy peeks in before he realizes she's there, and draws back abruptly once he does. He pushes up tight against the wall, hoping that she hadn't noticed him.]

[The movement at least is noticed, and though she couldn't quite see who it was before the figure pressed itself against the wall, she has a good feeling just who it was.]

Seto.

[Her voice is firm, but quiet to let him know she won't make too much of a fuss about him wandering about.]

[There's a long pause as he evaluates his options. Eventually he replies back in a firm tone. He wasn't doing anything wrong. There was no reason to be scared.]

Yes?

Do you mind coming in here?

[She closes her book and sets it on the nightstand at her right, taking the moment to straighten up in her chair.]

[Another pause before he comes in, head high and eyes intent.]

I'm here.

[Despite his expression, she manages a gentle smile.]

I take it Mokuba has gone to sleep, correct?

[He's even more suspicious of the smile.]

Yes. He was really tired. Is that it?

Good. But no, that isn't all.

[What, she can't be nice? She leans forward and reaches out, her hand held out for him to take.]

Are you having trouble sleeping yourself?

(It was supposed to be a peaceful walk around the area; the sun was shining radiantly and who better for Django to enjoy it with than his mother, or THE mother of the sun?

But of course things couldn't just stay that simple. A dark presence was looming and he could feel it. His hand instinctively reached for his solar gun; even with Ammy as his mother figure, he wasn't about to let her fight this threat alone. Whatever was coming, it was coming fast.)

[Yes, she could sense it. She could sense it as if the darkness had befallen the lands of Nippon all over again, as if the people of Kamiki had been rendered stone. There could be no light where there was darkness, and as long as she retained the power of calling the sun to rise, there would always be light.

As much as she understood and appreciated the capabilities of the solar gun, there was something much greater about this presence. A solar gun couldn't cut off the eight heads of Orochi, or kill Blight in the stomach of the Emperor. It could do a lot of things, but it was only powered by one element.

Amaterasu herself carried thirteen powers, some with sub-powers. She could control the movements of water and cast a storm. She could control the movements of fire and cast a great, raging ball wherever she liked. What was a gun compared to the mother of all?

No. She leaped in front of him, black-tipped tail rising and falling as her anger was made known. A quick glance back was all she gave; better skedaddle, kid.]

(Sorry solar mom; he's not going to leave you to fight alone, even though your powers clearly and easily outweigh his own.

The solar gun was much more limited when compared to everything Ammy could do, but its simplicity was one of its strengths...except for, you know, the sun. Concentrating the raw power of the sun into shots was all it really needed to do; it worked well for Django thus far and being customizable really helped...

...but when a gun can't cut it, a blade certainly can. Django was highly skilled with a blade and thanks to a magic glove, he could enchant his weapons with elements...still a far cry from Ammy's abilities, but it counts, right?

But Django's greatest strength? His spirit. His spirit which shined as brightly as the sun, as radiantly as the wolf who stood before him. He can't leave now...he won't leave now. You're too important to him; he'd never forgive himself if he ever left your side.)

[Her Divine Instrument Solar Flare, spewing off flame and blue energy, spins upon her back as if it senses that it's about to be used. From beneath it, and from seemingly nowhere, she pulls out Thunder's Edge, a yellow glaive imbued with the power of lightning. With it between her teeth and the shield spinning wildly on her back, she is prepared for any battle on any sort of ground.

Her teeth clench the blade as she sends him another look, lips curled as she snarls fiercely. She won't move to harm him, but she won't at all be pleased if he doesn't go back.

If he refuses, he'll just have to go for a ride with her, won't he? Shooting from atop her back while she controls the elements. No one could stop the god of the sun and one who relies on it. On her.]

(The Solar Boy was clearly outclassed when it came to melee weaponry. He may have tampered his sword with passion and skill, but divine instruments are just that. Mortals can't craft those...

...however, his solar gun could provide much greater use in this scenario; cover fire could keep the enemies back and even finish them outright with only a few shots. Django strongly dislikes defying Ammy's wishes, but with the incoming darkness, he would take the scolding as long as she made it through.

So solar drive-bys? Hell to the yes he'd do it, but the group of demon scrolls arrive much sooner than he'd have liked, leaving him and Ammy trapped in the same arena-like circle as the demons made their move. He wasted no time in picking out the lesser imps and getting all of the small fry out of the way so his attention could be trained on the larger demons. He's got your back, Ammy!)

[With the strong boy she'd raised behind her, Amaterasu used her brush to call forth the power of lightning on her side, electrocuting the demons effectively. Great imps, one a drummer burrowing under the surface who would only come out to bring forth havoc via the earth using his sticks and sound, kept her following his shadow as she moved between and around Django's fire.

She roared fiercely mid-air, bringing Thunder's Edge down on the imp while simultaneously conjuring a heavy, divine raid to finish him off. So they'd get a little wet, no big, right?]

(Psh, getting wet was the least of their worries. Living long enough to dry off...now that was the real concern.

Still, he was bothered by the sheer number of them. They usually attacked in waves, didn't they? Were they opting for an all-out assault? It sure looked that way, but Django wasn't going to lose courage because of their numbers; just as the morning sun always rises, so will a way through!

A way which revealed itself quite well to the Solar Boy. The particularly larger ones were grouped together, but there was enough space between them for Django to squeeze through. Utilizing one of the enchantments from his glove, he zips right between them and plants a magic-based red object between them before dashing away at noteworthy speeds, Before the demons can truly figure out what he's done, the magical dynamite he planted explodes, tossing them aside while he dashes through them once more, finishing them off with with an enchanted sword charged with solar energy. There's no time for slack here!)

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*This is no world for a child. Strictly speaking, of course, River's not a child; seventeen is grown up in some ways. But she isn't, not really, not all the time. Enough has happened to her that she's not able to be. And she latches onto family figures, unlikely though they may be (sometimes that's even better).

Daryl is one such figure. All of her others have seemed to vanish, but Daryl is still here, and though it might be easier to go it alone, part of surviving in this undead-ridden hellscape is holding onto something human. Holding onto people. And when she's holding onto people, she can't help but show off for them a little at times. Which would be why she's currently skipping over to the veritable cadre of walkers she's just massacred to retrieve her weapons and grinning proudly. See how useful she is?*

[Daryl Dixon isn't what one would call a people-person. It takes a while for him to warm up to, well, anyone. River...

Well, River was the exception. Granted, yes, when they first found her, and after Daryl had killed off the four Walkers chasing her, he was a little bit offensive, shoving her away when she clinged to him afterwards, not being particularily friendly to her in other instances, but...

She grew on him and, after a while, he started opening up to her, letting her get closer, protecting her when she needed it... And, of course, being a teeny bit proud of her when she can handle herself.

Which is why Daryl Dixon is smiling slightly as he watches River go and get her weapons back.]

*You'd really think one little girl wouldn't be able to carry all of those weapons at the same time, but then, River has a way of defying the laws of nature at times.

She's clearly been sneaking some practice with the weapons, but now that they're actually letting her touch them, that's to be expected. And sure, there's blood all over her clothes, her boots are covered in indistinguishable yuck, but she's not done showing off yet. Not quite.*

Got them all. Caught them before they caught us.

So I fuckin' see.

[Okay, yeah. He hasn't toned the language back. And he's not likely to. Did you expect miracles?

Either way, he's impressed.]

Couldn't've left one fer me, could ya?

[As for the blood and guts? Daryl really doesn't give a damn. It's been months since they've been able to have a decent wash, relying instead on showering from whatever water sources they could find along the way. The redneck hardly smells like roses himself.]

*It's about now that she flashes her best bratty little sister smile. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world.*

Wasn't time. Had to move quickly.

*And then, after a moment:* You can start the next ones.

*In her mind, this is an appropriate compromise.*

Okay, deal.

[He grins slightly, moving to start to walk away, when movement catches the corner of his eye.

Within an instant, he turns back in River's direction, crossbow raised, he takes a second to aim, seemingly directly at River and looses the bolt...

...Which whizzes straight past, and perilously close to, her ear, nailing a Walker dead in the eye.]

Damn freak must've survived.

*River ducks out of the way without hesitation, without even thinking about it. It's instinctual. Sure, her eyes are wide, but that's not out of the ordinary at all.

Then she's shifting to peer at the Walker, curious, unfazed. Then, very bluntly:* Xièxiè.

*Her habit of occasional Chinese can't really be explained, and it's so natural to her that she's never thought to actually explain it. No point.*

[I think these keywords are appropriate.]

[24 if playing as a guardian. 14 if playing as a child.]

[ parent or child. ]

[OOC: I'm slow to tag back, especially when posting from mobile, just to give the heads up.]

[CANNOT RESIST]

[von Karma grumbles to himself as he sits down at the dinner table, awaiting his newest ward to arrive and do the same. How in blazes he wound up caring for the late Ms. Fey's younger sister still bewilders him. It was bad enough that he'd already taken in the relative of one wretched defense attorney.

But that is neither here nor there. Within minutes, the cook brings in a large platter of steaming hot food and sets it on the table. von Karma waits a few moments, his scowl deepening and his foot tapping under the table, before standing back up and approaching the dining room door to summon Maya.]

Miss Fey! You're late for dinner! You will come to the dining room right now!

[This order is punctuated with a loud click of his fingers that she is sure to hear no matter where she currently is in the manor.]

[Maya was just at the doorway, tripping over feet, when Von Karma had called. It was a rare thing indeed for her to be late for food, but this mansion was even bigger than the Fey Manor and with her sense of direction...]

[...Well.]

I-I'm here, I'm here!

Edited 2012-05-18 01:14 (UTC)

[When this mama says she can take you out of this world, she can actually back that up.]

Edited 2012-05-03 01:48 (UTC)

[ good thing gods are immune to mortal colds? :c

sansa is feverish, sweating beneath heavy blankets but still shivering and cold. ]

[Not as immune as Sansa might think, but Sif has no plans on correcting those assumptions. The girl's sense of decorum would take over, would see that she was left uncared for.

Sif rings out a washcloth over a basin, and places it on her charge's head.]

How long have you felt ill, Sansa Stark?

[ She struggle to push herself into a seated position, to speak clearly. Her weakness shames her; Sif, so strong, must hate her for it. ]

I felt light of head two days past, but I thought it was nothing...

[Sif nods, and reaches for a glass of water.]

I do the same thing, in new places. My first week at the palace, I ignored the symptoms of a particularly vile strain of food poisoning, rather than say that I wasn't used to having my meat served so rare. I didn't want to cause any trouble.

[She holds the glass out to Sansa, but will help the girl hold it if she has trouble.]

It all ended with me throwing up on the queen in the middle of a welcoming party. So you have already dealt with your sickness in a much more dignified manner than I.

[ Her hands tremble as she takes the glass, but she is determined, determined, to prove she can do something for herself. That she may be weak and pitiful, but she's not completely helpless. The water is cool and soothing going down her aching throat. ]

I cannot imagine you in such a state.

I was afraid and sick. Anyone can be afraid and sick.

[She sits back. She knows what it is to want to prove yourself, whatever the circumstances. She reaches into a small pouch attached to her belt and pulls out a healing stone. She breaks a small piece of it off, and grinds it into dust in her hands. As simple as pressing together a ball of cotton, to her.

She holds her hand out to the glass.]

May I?

[ The glass feels wonderfully cool cradled in her hands. She holds it to her belly, looking at the powdered stone in Sif's hands warily. ]

What is it?

A healing stone. Sort of a catch-all remedy in Asgard. It won't cure you outright -- better your body learns to cure its own diseases -- but it will help with some of the symptoms.

[Then, because it is perfectly reasonable that Sansa isn't lining up to take the medicine from a race that has essentially taken hers over, Sif takes a pinch of the powder into her own mouth.]

I promise, it's only medicine.

[ The aesir's presence does not bother Sansa - they frighten her, of course, but they have treated the people of Westeros better than the Westerosi have treated each other. She's long since stopped thinking of safety as an absolute, but the warriors of Asgard here keep things safer.

She holds out her glass. ]

If it pleases you, I will have it.

It does. Queen Frigga has seen to put you under my care, and it is not a responsibility I take lightly.

[There -- she's stated the duty of it. Though duty aside, it hardly brings Sif pleasure to see sick children go untreated. She holds her hand out, sprinkling the dust into the drunk. It turns the liquid a light purple.]

Besides, we have another blasted ball next week. I would prefer to suffer through it with a friendly face present. I can't do that if you are still sick in bed.

[ Sansa drinks it quickly, her nose wrinkling the way a child's does at medicine even though there's very little taste.

She's light-headed, and suddenly bursts out: ] I don't want to go.

[ Her cheeks are already pink from fever, or she'd be blushing now. She's had her fill of making nice with Lannisters, with Freys, with Boltons. Every bone in her body is weighed down with exhaustion, and right now the prospect of another dressing pretty and being polite is too much to bear. I want to go home, she wants to say, except that home is gone and she has nothing but a godly queen's kindness to survive on. ]

Why are you all so good to me? I have no claim to anything any longer, and I'm no use to anyone.

[At that, Sif's eyes go wide. She lacks the courtly training of many of the Aesir sent on this mission. They may excel at masking emotions behind anger and mirth. But Sif has received no such training -- it did not do her well, initially, when she learned of how barbarically these people treated one another.

The Aesir are here to combat the threat of the White Walkers alone. She knows that. But the way these people throw out their women. Their mothers and daughters.]

You are a child, Sansa. It's not your job to be of use to anyone. It's your job to be a child.

[ The pillows cradle her as she slumps back against them, too weak to hold herself up. The chills at least are abating, but she feels so hot, her head thick and foggy, that it feels as if it could be summer though outside a winter storm rages. Her eyelids dip, casting long shadows against her cheek from the inky smudge of her lashes. ]

I don't feel a child anymore.

[Sif has never thought herself particularly capable of a mother's love. There's too much danger in it -- to much to protect. A kingdom is vast, and loyalty to it does not thrum in your veins the same way that loyalty to your own blood might.

She is not, she thinks, capable of that sort of focus. It would rip her apart. But here, now, she thinks that she would seek out every person who has led Sansa Stark to such a sentiment and slash their throats with a dull blade.]

What do you feel like, Sansa?

Empty.

[ Where once a heart beat in her chest all there is now is a hole, white as snow and just as cold. It freezes her from the inside out, leaves her feeling stiff and numb, fragile, delicate, ready to dissolve at a moment's notice. She sweats it away now with her fever; deliriously, she wonders if this is per body's spring. But when the ice melts, what of Sansa Stark will be left? ]

It's as if nothing lives inside me anymore.

No.

[Softly. She leans in, but she does not move to touch the girl. Sif has not asked much of Sansa’s past, but she has heard some stories. Enough to gather why the girl seems unable to discern touch from threat.]

No, child. I have seen men’s faces when all that lives inside of them burns out. I have seen animated bodies in the place of people – striving for nothing, motions carved out of no momentum greater than memory. I have seen the nothing-men, the nothing-women, who give themselves over to inevitability. In a thousand years of fighting, I saw more of them collected in these halls than I ever had before.

And you were not among their numbers. There is something left in you, Sansa Stark. And I believe that you are terrified of it.

[ What frightens Sansa more than anything - more than death, more than pain, more than her dreams where she relives her father's death and imagines her brothers' and mother's - is the kindness these foreigners have shown her. Because it will not last. Winter will pass, summer will come, and the aesir will return to their kingdom in the sky. ]

How could you know? You don't know anything about me.

[ If she shies away from a touch, it is because she is afraid that once she opens her heart she won't be able to close it again. Her skin is the only armor she has, and she fears that it is hollow. ]

I've prayed to the Seven my whole life, and to the old gods as well, but not to you or your people, so how could you possibly know what's inside me?

I know that you have survived much at a young age, with few allies.

[She knows Sansa's father was murdered in front of her, that she was put in a gilded cage by the boy who did it.

She knows the Aesir are not gods. But that is one thing she cannot say. They need the illusion of it if the world tree is to be safe.]

I have lived for a very long time, Sansa. I need not hear your prayers to know your substance. That you survive is written across every part of you.

Leave me be.

[ Tomorrow she will feel ashamed of this, but now she fights back tears. She doesn't want to hear Sif, strong, beautiful, admirable Lady Sif, tell her of her worth. ]

Just go away. I want to sleep.

[She leans back in her chair. She will hardly judge a child for acting as such.]

If that is what you wish.

It was late, he was alone, and the bad men might still be chasing him. When Faolan heard footsteps, there was nowhere to hide and he cowered down, already in tears.

Sif had already forgotten the name of this world. Some random place that Thor had picked on a map. The hunting was not what they had expected, and the party was already preparing to go home.

She decided to take a short constitution, before breaking down camp. She'd not expected a crying boy.

"Hello?"

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He looked up, sniffling, although he couldn't see her well past the tears in his eyes.

"Don't hurt," he whimpered, putting his arms up to protect his face.

She crouches down, a frown on her face.

"I am not one for hurting children."

He peeks out again, sniffing at her. She didn't smell human. Maybe it would be okay.

He gave a whimper and shifted to be slightly closer to her. "Bad men following."

"Following you?" She looked out, past her shoulder. There was no one.

"Why?"

"Faolan wasn't bad! Good boy!" He rubbed at his eyes as they watered further, tears dripping down his face. "Bad men hurt Faolan."

"I did not say that you were," she said, softly. "I only asked their reasons. There are different ways to combat a man, based on what he wants."

If the boy had damaged some property, they could be threatened into accepting restitution. If they were slavers, they could be killed.

It had been a long time sinceFaolan had heard a gentle voice, and he couldn't keep from throwing himself at her, crying.

"Bad men hurt," he whimpered. "Hurt Faolan!"

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THE PARENT/CHILD MEME

Ishizu Ishtar | Yu-Gi-Oh! | Guardian

83 Here's your kid. 4th scenario. Which relationship u want?

D'aww. Also, there's no way in hell she'd give birth to a pale kid like him, so. Adopted? Fostered?

I think fostered suits the best

k, then fostered it is~

Adopted or Fostered, up to you.

aj;woea /flails o-okay, fostered I guess

:3

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Meg | Rule of Rose | Child

Quinn Fabray ♔ Glee

Raven Darkholme } xmfc

Amaterasu | Okami | Parent

8th scenario sound good? Not sure if we should go for adopted or born...also, hai~

YES and...well, there's no created so adopted works unless you want some cray-cray backstory!

I'd love a crazy backstory, but maybe adopted for simplicity's sake? Save crazy if we're in a game?

\o/

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Tyrell Badd | Ace Attorney | Parent

Dustin Goolsby | Glee | Parent

Lily Rammsteiner | DOGS: Bullets and Carnage | Child

Itsuki | Sengoku BASARA | Child

Lily Baskerville | Pandora Hearts | Child

Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars | Either

Scott Summers | X-Men

Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead | OTA | Guardian/Parent

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Daryl will show joy in his own special way. :3

and melt my heart in the process, basically.

/will try his best!

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Ryuusei Date | Yu-Gi-Oh! | "Hot Dad"?

Inspector Gadget from Inspector Gadget, Guardian

The Doctor | Doctor Who | Guardian

Nill | DOGS | Child

Advocat | Grim Grimoire | Guardian

Shinra Kishitani || Durarara!! || Either

Shadow the Hedgehog | Sonic Adventure 2

Konzen Douji | Saiyuki

Manfred von Karma | Ace Attorney | Parent/Guardian

DO YOU WANT TO ROLL OR SHOULD I

HEY BBCAKES <3 And I"ve gone ahead and rolled... 3 and 2... is that perfect for Maya or what? XD

YES IT IS Sorry for the late

Botan | Yu Yu Hakusho | Open to All | Parent

Gauche Suede | Tegami Bachi | Guardian

The Lady Sif || MCU || Parent/Guardian

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