#foster family

[catrap-alex-sable]

Them againn

[choosejoyangel]

I love this fan fiction about a little boy connecting with Rafael. :)

[khr-guilded-cage]

Ninth would do anything to instal his puppet civilian heir in the throne

Pretty sure he threated Xanxus's Guardians with execution o lose the Ring Battles

He doenst cares about anything in regards to do what he wishes to happen in order to fulfill his Goal

No matter how many bodies fall or innocent people hurt and suffer

Timoteo want control over Vongola back, he needs a obedient heir to do his bidding

He needs a heir or he will lose his empire and he needs a controllable heir

A civilian, weak and powerless is perfect

Because Tsunayoshi, now is useful little peon and should do what he is told

If he has to threaten a butch of people that dislike the way he abuses his heir (their friends) so be it

Those people dislike for Vongola will make up Tsunayoshi's mind, they couldn't afford having him with a bad image if the Famiglia he is set to inherite

Vongola wants to take Tsuna from his family from his life, they insist on their claim on Tsuna, that he is Vongola blood, their property as their to use as they want, he is useful now and they want him back

No matter what takes

He is Vongola, its his responsability and duty of his bloodline

And Vongola don't like begin told no

[taylortheanimerangerteen]

Now if anybody asks me to explain my feelings on this episode.

All I can say is that I'm genuinely so ouchie from it.

THE FUCKING PATTERN OF A PARENT BEING ABSENT AND THEN SHOWING UP LATER IN THE KIDS LIFE AND PRETENDING ITS COOL

Yes. Even Jodie follows this pattern. Maybe not with Nicholas. But with Dee, technically.. even though it's stupid or whatever. But still!!

ANYWAY I AM JUST GOIBG TO THINK ABOUT THE PARALLELS AND SOB!!

[moonlight26posts-blog]

LIGHT UP SOME LIVES!

In Maryland and surrounding areas, please consider being a foster for a homeless dog! Your kindness is needed more now than ever! Most rescues will cover expenses, so all you would need is some room in your home and some love for the pup! And if you decide that the dog would be a good fit for you for forever, you get first dibs on adopting!

We have a great network of rescues and shelters in the MD area we work with, so please email us to inquire. No obligation, but you will be surprised how YOU can be a hero to a dog and save their life!

Please email foster@charlietotherescue.org and ask us!

**We are a group of volunteers in Maryland, who can help answer your questions about fostering and direct you in the right direction to a rescue that can work with you to save precious lives.

[finnslay]

"Why would you ever wanna foster?"

HenRen.

HenRen with Nia, and now with Mara....

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

My collage of all my foster kids from my days at the mall and what we all look like now.

Sound on.

[hedgehogfangirl317]

New character designs for my Sonic Underground Origin Story

Sonic's Parents Origin Story Part 1

Sonic's Parents Origin Story Part 2

Aleena Design

Manic Design

Sonia Design

Jules Design

Charles and Bernadette, siblings to Jules. Uncle Chuck and Auntie Bernie for Sonic, Manic and Sonia

The three of them are the children of a duke loyal to the royal family. Since Charles is the oldest by far, he inherits the title of duke, and Jules as the younger son is able to marry Aleena.

As a teenager Chuck had a terrible accident which cost him his left arm and some mobility in his left leg. He never fully recovers from it and battles with health issues for most of his life. Chuck has always been an academic more than a fighter like his brother, so this didn't bother him too much. He is an inventor and dabbles in magic as well. Only the loss of his arm deeply hurts him. He designs his own prosthesis, with a little magic, but it's not the same. This is why he is extremely fascinated by Robotniks invention, the roboticiser, and even helps him build it. The guilt of what follows haunts him for the rest of his life.

Bernie is the youngest of the duke's children and therefore has the most freedom. She doesn't inherit a title, and since Jules had triplets, doesn't have to give the family any heirs, so she is mostly left to her own devices. She is a lesbian, and can mostly date or marry who she wants, because she doesn't have to have kids.

Growing up with two older brothers didn't give her a lot of chances to do girly things, and while she deeply enjoys sparing with Jules, going on rides and getting dirty, she also got independant fairly quickly and spends a lot of her time with friends out and about. Aleena is one of her best friends and quickly becomes an honorary part of their family. Bernie also develops a little crush on her in their teenage years, but that's her brother's fiancee, so she is content with becoming her sister-in-law.

When Robotnik takes over, she quickly marries another friend/ on-and-off girlfriend to hide her connection to her family and get out of Robotniks sight. She goes on to mingle with the aristocrats and gather information for the resistance.

The couple that takes little Sonic in after the putsch. I made them bears, since most Sonic Underground character designs are quite... confusing. They don't have names yet. He is a simple worker, but she used to be the nurse that took care of baby Sonic, Sonia and Manic, and grew to be a close friend to Aleena. She was there when Aleena had to flee the palace, helped her get the babies to safety. Aleena trusted her enough to leave baby Sonic on her doorstep later.

Still working on Sonia's and Manic's adoptive families.

[m00nagedreamin]

SBI Whumptober day 18!

thought i would drop this here too :)

tw: traumatic flashback, talk of past abuse

It had been a good day.

A good month, really.

Autumn had arrived and with it the crisp smell of leaves and lingering pumpkin spice. They’d celebrated six months of Tommy officially being adopted with pumpkin donuts and hot chocolate.

Wilbur couldn’t be happier.

Though Tommy still had to sleep in the same room as Wilbur, sometimes with the lights on. They still had to sit down every Sunday and plan out the week to avoid extra stress. And sometimes Tommy had bad days where his wings, that of a bat, were too heavy. That his ears picked up too many sounds and everything felt like he was once again trapped in that little closet with no way out.

Those days were hard.

But, so far, it hadn’t been one of those days.

They’d spent the day together tidying the house, folding blankets and sweeping floors. It had been pleasant, with fall candles and music filling the air. Wilbur had made one of Tommy’s favorite desserts, fruit cake, in honor of surviving another week.

Then, they’d watched a Halloween movie (kid appropriate, of course. Tommy may have been mature but he was still only 10). Tommy had curled up next to him on the couch, protesting lightheartedly when Wilbur flicked his bat ears to make them twitch. They were like cat ears in that way and it never failed to amuse Wilbur.

Tommy had fallen asleep next to Wilbur.

He took his little fuzzball of a kid back to his room and laid with him until he started to drift off, letting the long productive day wash over him with a smile.

Wilbur pulled a soft blanket over Tommy, draping it over him.

That was, objectively, a bad idea.

Tommy awoke with a jump when the fabric touched his wings. Wilbur titled his head to look at the boy, his mind fuzzy and half asleep.

“Are you alright, fuzzball?”

Tommy didn’t reply. Wilbur could feel his heart rate spike from where Tommy laid next to him. His rough breathing became audible as the boy spiraled into a panic and pushed away from Wilbur.

Wilbur let out a terrified exhale and began mentally going through his checklist for when this happened. When his son could remember nothing but the tears he’d spent in hell.

Wilbur unwrapped himself from Tommy, still remaining within arms distance as he gently talked the boy down.

“You’re having a flashback, Tommy,” he stated calmly. “You’re in your house with me, your dad. And you’re safe and loved.”

Tommy remained curled in on himself, wings wrapped tightly around his body as if shielding him from his memories.

Wilbur didn’t blame him. The world had been cruel to him. From birth, he’d been passed around to foster homes who still believed it was alright to keep bat hybrids crammed in small dark spaces. When that inhumane torture finally became illegal, he fell into Wilbur’s care. Together, they’d gone through dozens of therapy and psychologist appointments. They visited eye doctors to fix the eye strain that came with so many years in dark enclosed spaces.

And it began to work. Tommy would start sleeping without the lights on. He could have a blanket without feeling like he was too enclosed. He could learn to read without straining his eyes.

Nights like these still happened, though not nearly as often.

“Can I touch you, fuzzball? It’s me, Wilbur. Your dad,” he gently moved closer to the boy, making sure to not let his hand graze his son’s back despite how much he wanted to comfort the little one.

Tommy nodded, eyes fixed on the other side of the room as he hugged himself tighter.

Wilbur wrapped himself around his boy, pulling him close and whispering reassurances into his soft curls.

“You’re having a flashback. You’re here. You’re safe. You’re loved. I love you. I love you more than anything.”

Tommy remained pressed against him and cried into his shirt.

“It’s– not fair–” Tommy choked out, voice breaking.

“I know it’s not, fuzzball. I know it’s not,” Wilbur agreed, letting out a quiet sigh of relief that Tommy was pulling himself out of the flashback.

“Promise you’ll–” he sniffled “-stay here. Watch- watch over me?”

Wilbur’s heart melted. He kissed Tommy’s forehead, placing his head on top of his son’s as if shielding him. This time from the world instead of his own mind.

“Of course, Tommy.”

The boy in his arms– his son -sniffled and Wilbur felt something wrap around him. He looked up from resting his head on Tommy’s to see his son’s wings wrapped around him like a hug.

“Tommy-” he began, tearing up.

“Thank you… dad.”

Wilbur didn’t try to hide his tears after that. It didn’t matter that the ‘dad’ seemed like a nervous afterthought, it still meant the world to him. He readjusted Tommy to hold him closer, his wings wrapping further around Wilbur in the process.

“I love you, fuzzball.”

“I love you too, dad.”

And the second time Tommy called Wilbur his dad, he sounded sure of it.

[catrap-alex-sable]

Bun and hare content

[creative-author]

sᴘᴀʀᴋs, ɢʟɪᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs - meet Ryee

Ryee is 25 years old and Lias first mate. He is part of the Miststorm Crew for almost ten years now and he never thought of leaving, even if it was dangerous.

He doesn't know his real parents. He was an infant, when he got to his foster family and even though he knows that he's not their biological child (one can clearly see that) he sees them as real parents. Lia tends to forget that Lins and Marou aren't his real parents, but when they visit them, she can clearly see the differences from their appearances. Ryees skin is like seafoam and his family has skin like dark storm clouds.

He would protect the market stand from his family and scare thieves away. That's how Nimk (Lia's Dad) found him and invited him to join the crew.

After three years being part of the crew, Lia joined and he found a new best friend. He teached her how to fight with a sword, while Koyl (Lia's half brother) showed her how to use her fists. They grew close together and to outsiders, it may seem like Ryee and Lia are a couple.

When he was 19 years old, the Miststorm crashed in a huge storm. He was on board just like the others and even if everyone survived, there was still loss. He lost his right hand because he tried to catch a rope to steady the sails but the rope made a loop around his hand and with a strong pull it shattered the bones in his hand. He doesn't mind it anymore. Stak, a former blacksmith and really strong young woman joined the crew after the incident and made him a hook. He loves to threat others with it.

Just like the others, he grew up without any magic. He heard lots of stories from his parents and others but he never needed it. But he has it, he just doesn't know. When they get the chance to help the isles, he joins Lia to the kingdom with magic. He learns about his powers but they disconnected with him and that starts to be a problem.

Fun Facts about him:

- He has two foster siblings and while he respects and loves them, he forbid them to join the crew. His parents are worried about him, they don't need to worry about them too

- His name is pronounced "Rai" like lie just with an R instead of an L (a friend of mine, who helps me a lot with the story has like five different pronunciations and goes through all of them because she always forgets). In the story setting, it means something like "nothing" or "worthless" but it also means "royal"

- He is one of the few that can calm Lia down and sometimes one of the crew goes to get him, when she is angry or overthinking again

- He hates the ticking sound from clocks. He grew up without any and in the kingdom it drives him insane

- He tends to forget where he put his hook and can get angry until he finds it

- I have a face claim for him but I'm not gonna tell you now who it is ;)

pics from his moodboard (they are from Pinterest and a few are edited by me)

[hptheboywholived]

This Deleted Scene Would Have Changed Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows | Nerdstalgic

Often When a Director Leaves a Scene on the Cutting Room Floor, it's for a Good Reason. Though when David Yates was Finishing Harry Potter & the 2 part Deathly Hallows Installments, a Deleted Scene Could Have Added a World of Closure to His life @ Number 4 Privet Drive. When Leaving his Childhood Home in the Film, it all Seems Very Quick & Emotionless. But With Just a Few Minutes of Deleted Dialogue Added Back in, it Could Have Given Audiences the Closure He Needed From the Dursley's & his Childhood Home.

[william-toons]

Btw I'm adopted and was in foster care lmao

[magicspace114]

Monster's aren't real

The little girl ran into her room, leaving her door wide open as she rushed to her bed and buried her head into her covers. Her breaths hiccuped but aside from that, she didn't make any noise.

"Honey," a soft voice called from the door. A woman knocked lightly on the door frame, head low and shoulders slumped. "I saw your teacher today." The girl hid her face in her bed, piling more covers over her head. The woman cooed sympathetically, coming in and sitting on the bed beside her. "Oh, baby, it's alright." She hugged the girl to her side, "talk to me. What happened? You wouldn't just start a fight with your classmates."

"They were lying." The girl sobbed.

"Who were?"

"Those girls!" She struggled to speak in between her hiccups. "They said monsters aren't real! They were laughing at me and said I'm just a poor orphan girl and that nobody cared to tell me the monsters weren't real."

The woman hummed rhythmically, running a hand through the girl's hair. She'd pulled the covers back from the girl's face, revealing a wet patch where her face had been hidden. "I know it wasn't nice of them to say that but you shouldn't start punching them over it. You're better than that, Ollie."

"They wouldn't leave me alone," the girl said, "and they tore up my drawings. They started it."

"When you start getting violent, the blame will land on you." The woman said, "I know it isn't fair, especially when you were standing up for yourself."

"Then what do I do?" Olivia looked up at the woman.

"Don't throw the first punch," the woman tapped her on the nose, "tell a teacher about the teasing and if nothing comes of that, tell me. I want to make sure you avoid getting into those fights where you can be hurt."

"Telling the teacher doesn't do anything," the girl muttered.

"Ollie," the woman said, "I need you to stop fighting. It might not seem like a lot of trouble now but when you're older, there are much harsher consequences. You can't solve things by throwing fists. You need to look for other alternatives."

"Ok." Olivia mumbled.

The woman smiled at her, "that's a good girl. How about I make your favourite for dinner tonight. Sound good?" Olivia nodded, not lifting her head. "Alright, I'll start cooking. Get some homework done." The woman left and Olivia just sat on her bed, staring at the wall.

At one point, a teen aged boy passed the wide open door and looked in. "One week in and already causing trouble?" He smiled.

"I didn't mean to," Olivia said.

The boy chuckled softly, "you started a brawl in school. I heard girl fights are pretty brutal with hair pulling and stuff." He came in now and sat down on the bed beside her. "Are you hurt?"

"No." Olivia shook her head, "the other girl was too surprised to fight back at first."

"Ok, you know what you should do?" The boy asked. "Next day, you go in and you act all sweet and remorseful. You go up to the teacher and you talk about how sad and scared you are to start a new school and all. Really lean into the whole foster kid thing. Then apologise to the girl."

"I don't want to apologise to her." Olivia huffed, crossing her arms.

"You see, if you and her get into a fight again, they'll think it's your fault since you started it last time even if she's the one who did it. If you act all sweet and remorseful then they'll think it's a one off." The boy said, "trust me, I've done this before. You have to be extra good for the next... maybe week or two."

"Even if she's still mean?" Olivia asked.

"Yup," the boy nodded, "then you quietly bait her into a fight while a teacher's nearby and have her throw the first punch. She'll be the one in trouble then."

"Wouldn't that be bad?" Olivia asked.

"I mean, she's the one who was mean first. She can have a taste of her own medicine." The boy ruffled Olivia's hair. The girl giggled at that. "Just keep safe." He smiled and left the room, closing her door as he did.

The girl laid back on top of her bed now, staring up at the ceiling. The shadow of a hand reached across and played with the hair of the girl's shadow. She closed her eyes now.

"Monsters are real," the girl muttered, "and I've seen them. That girl is just a liar." She opened her eyes and turned on her side, leaning a hand over the side of the bed. "You're real, right? It wasn't a dream."

A low rumble sounded from under the bed.

The girl smiled. "Will I get to see you?"

Silence.

"That's fine. Will you protect me from the scary monsters?"

There was silence and the girl's smile started to fade before a fierce growl sounded, stronger this time.

The girl smiled brighter, "I knew you would."

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[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Maryland and surrounding states, please consider being a foster or an adopter for a homeless dog!

Most rescues will cover expenses, so all you would need is some room in your home and some love for the pup! And if you decide that the dog would be a good fit for you for forever, you get first dibs on adopting!

We have a great network of rescues and shelters in the MD/surrounding areas that we work with, so please email us to inquire. No obligation, but you will be surprised how YOU can be a hero to a dog and save their life!

Please email foster@charlietotherescue.org and ask us!

**We are a non-paid group of volunteers in Maryland & surrounding states, who can help answer your questions about fostering and direct you in the right direction to a rescue that can work with you to save precious lives.