fruk countryhumans

In this book I want to put the ships of Countryhumans fandom and rating some of them

Some things have always been hard to imagine. Like the words, "never again," for example. Certain things are hard to imagine yourself without. Certain people are hard to imagine yourself without. The year is 1879... The cobblestone streets see the bustle of carriages and the clop of horse hooves. The Beethoven music drifts through the air out of the concert halls. Everyday life seems to be just fine for the young German Empire, who's got a good heart, but he's kind of an asshole. Just 8 years ago marked the date when his father Prussia allowed him to rule some of his land. He knew he was blessed that his relationship with his father did not entail wars or revolutions like many of the other countryhumans he had heard of, but his fathers minimalist relationship with him made him feel an uncomfortable emptiness within him. And with the whole deal of his country-ness, many people felt as if they couldn't approach him. The business with his Kaisers and officials were strictly professional, so the German Empire found himself seeking company. One day in the beautiful city of Vienna he found himself at a palace banquet. As the orchestra begins to play a slow waltz he makes a choice that will change everything. But the future is often uncertain, and unfortunately Europe has trouble keeping the peace for long. Somehow it only took a single Serbian Nationalist to ruin everything. A single regular human to let all hell loose. To start... WWI

Solo lee esta mierda y si no te gusta pues que te valga verga

The Fruit Bat Dragon race is slaves to the Night Watcher Dragons. So are to big hearted and amazing Fluffy Fox Dragons and on occasions the fast witted and fast Emerald Eyed dragons.  The Night Watchers are in war and they don't know the Light Winged and Water Wind Dragons are planning an invasion. When the do four friends are forced to flee into a harsh world. Where Shadow Claw Dragons hunt Fluffy Fox Dragons, and Emerald Eyed Dragons eyes are worth a fortune. Only the Fruit Bat Dragon usually find complete refuge in the tall fruity trees of the jungle. But they refuse to leave there friends.  Star and Moon,  Slightly slow but are fast thinking and discover a secret weapon. All while eating way to much fruit  Buggy, strong and kind hearted but also a slow down because he has no wings. The Fluffy Fox Dragon. Pine,  Smart, and fast on his toes.  With the sharpest eyes ever.  Stands out way to much in a crowd. The Emerald Eyed Dragon. They face the world alone.

Charming and sparkling - rough and monotonous. Serene and cheerful - flirtatious and tight-lipped. Lively and devout - dispassionate and blasé. These are the contrasts and characteristic of Édua and her new boss, Marcell. They are attracted to each other like two magnets but the big question is, can there be true love between them? They're like grapefruit, sweet but bitter, but that's what makes them so delicious. Will they manage to get on the same wavelength or will they pass each other?

David eats a dragon fruit and is thrust into a world of dark creatures and violence.

In a world where every human is born bonded to a Spiritual Fruit — a magical entity that determines their powers, personality, and potential — battles are no longer fought with swords, but with fruit-infused abilities of unimaginable power. Yuzu Kaien, born without a fruit — a so-called "Zero-Aroma" — lives as a pariah. Until one day, he is trapped inside an ancient forgotten greenhouse and fuses with the Primordial Fruit, a mythical being thought lost for centuries. Now, every enemy he defeats allows him to harvest their fruit… and absorb their power. But the more he reaps, the more unstable his inner tree becomes. The taste of power is sweet… but the sin of harvest may devour him whole.

There once was a dog named RuffRuff, who was always getting into trouble. One day, RuffRuff get's into trouble and learns his lesson, because RuffRuff never makes the same mistake twice. Dedication: to my mother, who told them to me as a kid. This book is a Fable. Stories my mom told me as a kid. RuffRuff was based off of me, because I was always getting into trouble. :p She’d celebrate my birthday as another year I was alive. XD I was a very curious kid, still am, though I know better now than trying to stick fingers into light sockets. Don’t worry, that didn’t end up happening-thanks to my mom. ;)

Kimie Sakura is a normal 16-year-old high school student living in Shizuoka, has not gotten along with her cousin Goro Yuguchi in years. For longer than she can remember, Goro has ignored her comings and goings and looked at her with spurning eyes. There family has reunited after 6 years, but Goro doesn't anything to do with Kimie. The series then follows Kimie's efforts to help her cousin to reconcile his personal life with his secrets, while restoring their broken relationship and coming to terms with their true feelings for each other.

In modern Estmere, where supply lines fracture, coastlines fail, and old certainties keep collapsing, plant biologist Maya Reeves finds a mango seedling growing impossibly well in her apartment window. The tree is not ordinary. It is conscious, patient, and quietly becoming the centre of a cultivation system the modern world has forgotten. When Maya forms the first heartwood connection, she and her family begin a disciplined, secret practice built on daily sessions, careful observation, and trust. The loop between practitioner and tree refines energy for both sides, but only within strict limits, and every gain must be earned. As parents, grandparents, children, and even one very particular cat join the network, small domestic routines become the front line of survival. Then a planetary catastrophe strips away the world's remaining margins of safety, and the family realises their advantage may be unique. To protect one another, they must build knowledge, choose methods they can live with, and grow stronger without losing what makes them a family. Bearing Fruit is a grounded literary xianxia about cultivation in a declining modern world: precise in its mechanics, intimate in its emotions, and rooted in the quiet power of choosing each other, day after day.