#adoption in fandom

[anarchne]

i wish i could remove the word “adopt” from kept peoples’ vernacular lol

[koiwypher]

a calico kitty :3 (auction on discord)

[valdynn]

🐾🌈Multicolored Cryptid✨🩹 - A werewolf-esc guy who’s just being his glamorous self in the deep forest, sold through insta!

[crowned-corvidae]

Still feel robbed of Hunter staying at the Owl House :( I'd literally spend so much money to even get concept art of the idea waaaa

[montesmithart]

Kidcore dino design 🧸🌈🌻

[poppitron360]

I love the Lost Trio bc you’ve got Piper, who grew up with immense wealth and fame and could have everything she ever wanted, Jason, who was revered for his parentage, looked up to and respected as a leader and even raised aloft on a golden shield and proclaimed Praetor, and then you’ve got Leo, who lived under a bridge and had to fight off racoons for leftovers in dumpsters.

[inkwyvern]

I know we've seen the moment Blitzø decided to adopt Loona, but I want to see the moment Loona found out she was getting adopted. The moment she met Blitzø.

The first few agonising months where Blitzø didn't know how to be a dad, and Loona didn't know how to have a dad.

The awkward days of her avoiding him in the apartment, trying to figure out what exactly his goal was. Because why would he possibly want to adopt her?

And Blitzø avoiding her too, wanting to be the dad he never had growing up but having no idea how to start.

I want to see the moment Loona realises that Blitzø has been sleeping on the couch ever since she met him. She'd never noticed, because he's usually passed out on the couch before he can get to a bed most nights, but Blitzø doesn't have a bedroom. And her room's walls suddenly seem so freshly painted.

And then, I want to see the moment Loona fucks up. And when she completely expects him to send her back to the pound, Blitzø comforts her. In his awkward, doesn't-know-how-to-talk-about-emotions way, but still.

And after that, things get better. They find their own, strange rhythm. And slowly, together, they begin to heal.

[emacrow]

Orphan's baby

Cass was in the middle of helping the Batfam along with Batman raids through the the hidden base they had found underground lab in an abandoned hospital messing with a neon verison of lararus pits liquid.

Red Robin had already adjacked the security and was going through the files with Spoiler. Nightwing and Red hood beating up the guards while batman was battling with the main boss behind it all.

She was with Robin as they were taking some samples and destroying the remaining ones.

She had already crack through most of seemingly important hidden rooms that seem to be hiding completely full with containers full of lararus pits with tags of PH4N70M, and a winter blue colored marble in a container sealed to the safe that was spelling out electricity every minute in the container.

It looked important, but why a marble..?

She broke the container holding the marble, taking most of the lararus pits containers as well while destroying the remaining unaware of the glow that pulsed in the marble.

By the time is was to retreat, everything was in the clear as Spoiler needed to unscramble hidden files that were behind multiples firewalls.

They were at the batcave when they were securing the containers of lararus pits for later sampling, only for the marble to be missing..?

She was sure that she place it in her bat waist pouch, but it wasn't there anymore..

Did she dropped it accidentally while collecting the containers of larausu pits?

It was already too late to check back now, so she decided not to tell anyone yet.

Until 2 months later, she started feeling downright sick nauseated. Right after Dinner of Alfred's infamous lasagna Tuesday, but.. it tasted a bland which was throwing her off completely.

She was only dropping down by the batcave to just self analysis herself.. only to stop walking half way the secure containement holding all the lararus pits that they brought back..

She couldn't stop herself from staring at it with vast hunger before the swirl of neon green filling her vision and blank her conscience out the window..

Only to wake up in her room on her bed, 3 empty containers with not a inch of lararus pits left inside as if it was wiped-or licked clean. She hide the containers under her bed and stood quiet later on as nobody had noticed yet what she had done.

She doesn't know what had happen, but the nausea and sick feeling went away as if nothing happen.

Hopefully it would be a one time thing...

Bruce and his long lines of lawyers had disbanded the GIW completely over the illegal experimentally on sentient aliens of another world which they tried to label them as ghosts until they tried to accused Superman of being one of them which quickly label their entire Government supported work as hate crime and was steady being searched, along finding a couple of missing traumatized teens, adults and children that had vanished the months before in the other hidden labs.

...

....

.....

She had her head in her hands as she silently groaned when she peak her eyes between her fingers to see several dozen empty containers and immediately close her eyes to try and pretend she didn't see them.

It only been 5 months since that incident and she had seemingly got away with it, but then nausea came back with vengeance like no other, and the increased appetite was new, but yet it didn't filled her belly with the bland taste or satisfaction even though she did felt a bit feint during the couple of night patrols despise feeling energized earlier.

Something was wrong and she know it as she went to the only person who could help her right now.

She went to Alfred straight away silently explaining the situation going on because she honestly have no idea was going on with her and she know she loves his food, and the feint spells, and the monsterous appetite and the insatiable need to swallow a crapton of lararus pits with twelve milkshakes and fourteen bags full bat burgers.

Alfred could only stared with his eyebrows raising slowly with every word spilling out of her mouth.

Alfred helped her get examined in the batcave medbay, and 2 hours later the blood result came in.

Case was pregnant, but It was a almost cryptic pregnancy.

Alfred didn't had the equipment out for a ultrasound at all yet, but from he know from Cass it was during the Raiding of that hidden lab and her being in contacted with this 'marble' that seemingly disappeared after she grabbed it.

That was 7 months ago, but luckily Alfred caught it in time before it literally became a cryptic pregnancy.

Oh the ultrasounds pics of the little baby fetus with his fast beating lil heart beating were precious as he got tiny misty eyes a bit compare to Cass's awestruck look staring at the screen then back at her belly.

He does help get extra vitamins pills, and call her off of Crime duty until further noticed . Bruce on the otherhand was concerned but all he got from Alfred was the You Better not investigate this because I have major blackmail of embarrassing toddler photos against you.

This is Alfred moment that he been waiting for since Bruce became a new adult but not yet sired a baby at the Wayne Manor at all. He is savoring this for the memories and scapebooking time. He is cranking opened that forgotten but clean baby nursery of forlorning hopes.

2 months later, By the time Cass was ready to deliver the baby on February 11, and at February 12th, 12:01am.

Wren Alf Cain was born premature yet crying softly into the word.

[zhelin-thames]

How it all started

Masterpost

The Gotham City Gala was in full swing, a glittering affair where Gotham’s elite rubbed shoulders and made idle conversation under the watchful eyes of the Bat-family. Bruce Wayne was, as usual, playing his role of charming billionaire, while his children spread out across the venue to keep an eye on the crowd.

Damian Wayne, now fifteen, stood near a table of refreshments, his arms crossed as he scanned the room. He hated these events, but his father insisted it was part of his training to learn how to navigate social and political circles.

Jason, standing beside him, nudged his shoulder. “Lighten up, Demon Spawn. Try smiling for once.”

Damian scowled. “I see no reason to.”

Before Jason could retort, Bruce approached, his expression carefully neutral. “Heads up. Vlad Masters just arrived.”

“Who’s that?” Tim asked, joining the group.

“Billionaire from Wisconsin,” Bruce replied. “Big on alternative energy and... other ventures. He’s brought his heir with him tonight.”

“Great,” Jason muttered. “Another spoiled rich kid.”

Bruce shot him a warning look but didn’t respond. Instead, the group turned their attention to the entrance as Vlad Masters entered the room, his presence commanding. Beside him stood a boy about Damian’s age, with raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes.

Damian’s breath caught in his throat.

The boy looked exactly like him.

As Vlad and his ward approached, Bruce stepped forward to greet them. “Vlad Masters. Welcome to Gotham.”

“Bruce Wayne,” Vlad said smoothly, shaking his hand. “It’s an honor. Allow me to introduce my heir, Daniel Fenton.”

Danny offered a polite smile, but his eyes flicked toward the group of teens behind Bruce. His gaze landed on Damian, and he froze.

“Damian?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Damian’s heart pounded. There was only one name that surfaced in his mind as he stared at the boy before him.

“Danyal,” he murmured, his voice trembling.

The room seemed to fade around them as they stared at each other.

“Akhi...” Danny whispered, the term slipping out instinctively.

Damian took a shaky step forward, his usually composed demeanor cracking. “You’re alive.”

The rest of the Bat-family exchanged confused glances, but neither Danny nor Damian noticed.

“I thought you were dead,” Damian said, his voice unsteady. “They told me you died. That I failed to protect you.”

Danny shook his head, his eyes glistening. “I thought the same about you. When they took me... I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Wait a second,” Jason cut in, looking between them. “What’s going on here? Demon Spawn, you know this kid?”

Damian shot him a glare. “This is my brother. My twin. Danyal Al Ghul.”

Tim’s jaw dropped. “What?! You have a twin?”

Danny flinched slightly at the name. “Not anymore,” he said quietly. “I don’t use that name. I’m Danny Fenton now.”

Bruce stepped forward, his voice low. “Masters, what is the meaning of this?”

Vlad, who had been watching the reunion with an expression of mild amusement, smiled thinly. “Ah, yes. I suspected this might happen. You see, young Daniel was abandoned as a child. I took him in and raised him as my own.”

“Abandoned?” Bruce asked, his tone icy.

“Yes,” Vlad said smoothly. “I found him injured, near death. He had no memory of his past, so I gave him a new life.”

“That’s a lie,” Damian spat, his fists clenching. “He was taken. Stolen.”

Danny placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder, his touch calming. “I don’t remember much from back then. Just bits and pieces. But I remember you, Akhi.”

Damian’s eyes softened. “I never stopped thinking about you.”

The reunion left the Bat-family reeling. Later, back at the Manor, Damian and Danny sat together, talking quietly. Danny explained how he’d grown up as “Daniel Fenton,” raised by Vlad but always feeling like something was missing.

“I always felt out of place,” Danny admitted. “Like I didn’t belong. But now I understand why.”

“You belong here,” Damian said firmly. “With me. With us.”

Danny hesitated. “I don’t know, Damian. Vlad’s the only father I’ve ever known. And... there’s something I need to tell you.” (danny did get adopted by the fantons. The reason hes with vlad is because Jack and Maddie died b/c the nasty burger exploded with them inside. Jazz is alive tho and she went to collage)

Damian frowned. “What is it?”

Danny hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I’m not entirely... human anymore.”

Damian blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I had an accident,” Danny said quietly. “It changed me. I’m... part ghost.”

When Danny demonstrated his ghost powers, the reactions were mixed.

Jason whistled. “Okay, that’s badass.”

Tim leaned closer, fascinated. “How does it work? Do you have full intangibility? Flight? Invisibility?”

“Mostly,” Danny said, looking sheepish.

Bruce, meanwhile, studied him with a calculating gaze. “We’ll need to run some tests.”

“Bruce,” Diana’s voice cut in as she entered the room. She had just returned from Themyscira. “Let the boy breathe.”

Danny froze, staring at her. “Wait... Wonder Woman?”

Diana smiled gently. “Yes. And you must be Damian’s twin.” She stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re family now, Danny. Welcome home.”

Danny’s eyes glistened, and he nodded. “Thanks.”

As Danny settled into life with the Waynes, he found himself adjusting to a world that was equal parts chaotic and comforting.

Damian, for his part, was fiercely protective of his twin, vowing never to let him out of his sight again.

Danny smiled as he watched his brother argue with Jason over training methods. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he truly belonged.

And though the shadows of their pasts still lingered, they faced the future together—two brothers, reunited against all odds.

[anarchne]

hey! another adoptee here.

found family does not include adoption. from the wikipedia:

Unlike a "family of origin" (the biological family or that in which one is raised), a family of choice is based on chosen bonds, not biological ones.

the main thing about found family is that the alternative term for it is “family of choice” and that is something that most adoptees do not have, as there usually a mutuality aspect in FF/FOC that adoption lacks. the word choice also implies autonomy and consent. this is something that most adoptions do not have.

since adoption is first and foremost, a legal process that strips away our identities and replaces them with a new one, it has to be looked at through this lens before anything else. as adoptees, our birth certificates are changed and sealed to reflect our adoptive parents, and all legal ties to our biological families are severed and this cannot ever be undone. most of society agrees that we should not allow minors to enter into life altering contracts, but according to 2021 statistics based on ‘public’ adoptions in the us (which does not include the private adoption industry which specifically preys on vulnerable populations to relinquish infants) almost all adoptions occurred prior to the age of 18, which is the majority age of consent. so the idea that ‘many’ are found family is factually incorrect because a majority of these adoptions involve a lack of choice consent. therefore adoption, by in large and by definition, cannot be in found family.

the trope itself has roots in queerness, because many of us in the lgbtq+ community are rejected by our families. for many rainbow adoptees, this also includes our adoptive families. we are included in the definition, as shown above, because the family in which we are raised is not always the one who supports us.

also: important for us to move away from the family labels because when we say “found family” we mean who love us and we love, who supports us, is in community with us, etc. we are not talking about redefining a nuclear family structure. despite how this trope has been taken, that’s precisely against the definition of it.

saying other adoptees asking you and other biospawn kept people (because let’s be honest, a majority of them saying that adoption is found family are not adoptees) to not use found family to romanticize adoption is ‘lingual fascism’ is also incorrect. mashing buzzwords together does not create for a good argument, and when the history of adoption is literally based in human trafficking, eugenics, and our abuse rates are higher than our kept counterparts, it is also disingenuous in this case.

you can use the language that you want to, nobody is policing you, but the definition specifically does not include adoption. that cannot be refuted. and when a large group of adoptees have expressed discomfort about found family being equated to adoption, it shouldn’t be ignored.

adoptees are constantly told that our adopters “chose” us when a lot of us were simply just available, since most hopeful adoptive parents want a baby and there’s more of them than there are of us (estimated 36:1). now, on top of that, we are told that adoption is found family by people who cannot separate fiction from real life and don’t know what family is without nuclear labels. it ends up simply just rebranding the same harmful language that we have been pushing back against, and again—most people using it are not adoptees.

now, i do not speak for all adoptees and will never claim to. but i personally would rather help prop up other adoptee voices than to go along with the romanticism of our trauma by people who have not been through it. we are not just fictionalized concepts to project onto, and unfortunately that’s what happens a lot.

so in summary, you can use and say whatever you want, but adoption ≠ found family, and arguing for this type of language does not benefit our community as a whole when people’s ideas about adoption are largely created by other non-adopted people and romanticized fantasies.

i think this type of of language is really harmful to us as a whole, but i’m never gonna say what you personally can/cannot say. however, i did want to come in with this gentle correction /emonychan. if any of this doesn’t make sense, please lmk. and if you (or anyone on this post) would like to chat more about it my dms are open!

in general, i think this is a really important discussion, and if any of u would like to read more on my thoughts here (x) (x) are some posts i’ve already made about this topic.

going to ruffle a few feathers with this one

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

Rereading tlt is so funny like no one talks about percy and grovers dynamic at the start😭 like percy what do you mean you were up all night thinking about how vulnerable grover would be to bullies after you’re expelled???

[anonymous-existences]

"A Goodbye Too Early"

Partially Lazy Last Fanart for @dcxdpdabbles 's The Adoptive Son. Danny is Dead DEAD.

Although I hope this is the last fanart I draw today, (hopefully) I still keep rereading it because the pain never goes away.

Thank you Author for giving us our bittersweet ending. <33

In my mind, since Gotham itself attended the funeral, there will be a lot of flowers that resemble Danny's Blue Eyes.

Anyways song inspo for the heart :

[rachlactoseart]

Look at this little creature 📷

[cartvage]

Sold adopt

[bksocrazy]

starlight and trixie kinsonas ! both up for offer on my toyhouse

[toonsforkicks22]

More TADC Adopted Pet AU!

After her previous owner Pomni’s unsure about her new home. But Caine proves to be a great guy who puts his pet pals first!

*Kinger gives me golden retriever energy and you see it too!