#getting adopted

[creativemessbyvd]

Snippet “The Scorpion's Redemption” -Cody Day

Halfway through the river, the frog felt the sting of the scorpion and as its venom worked through him, he turned to the scorpion to ask why he had doomed them both. It is in my nature, was all the answer the scorpion could give, before both the frog and the scorpion were lost to the river.

“Now, that is depressing… but what does it mean?”

“Well, the most common interpretation is that we cannot change our nature and to be wary of strangers who show their true colors, lest we are doomed by them.”

“So that's it? Wooley's right, that is depressing.”

“And this is commonly taught to tubies?”

“Fables are our way of passing on wisdom that may be better understood through example, that most of them feature animals is the main reason why they are most favorable for children yes, but for me in particular, this isn't one of my favorites.”

“What are your thoughts on it, General?”

“For me, it is a quite bleak story, considering that most beings are capable of one essential aspect that sets us apart from, say, simple machines.”

“And what's that?”

“Free will. Certainly our upbringing will have an impact on our character and thus on our decisions, but all living beings have free will and with it, the option to choose. Whether to do good or not, that is what sets us apart. I have heard this story be used both to warn of being too trusting, but also have it have a different ending, one where the scorpion doesn't sting the frog and both make it out alive and well, in the end to give the hope that we are not defined by how others perceive us, that we can always choose another path, and that we mustn't in turn be too quick to judge others.”

“I think I like that version much better.”

“So do I, specially now.”

“Because of us?”

“Quite right, Waxer. Most of the galaxy will perceive you all as a machine in an organic body, infinite copies of Jango Fett with no thoughts of your own. But to anyone who spends even five minutes by your side, my friends, it is quite obvious that that is far from the truth. Mind me becoming a bit of a poet but…”

Blue eyes seek his own, settling and giving his chest a warmness he swears must be Force osik.

“You are, each and every one of you, a shining star that is unique for the simple fact that it belongs to you.”

Footsteps, happy chuckles and mutterings as everyone but them leave the room.

“Do you mean that? About us being unique beings?”

“But of course! I would never lie to you or your men of that Commander. Hmm, though for you, I would use a different example.”

“Oh?”

“Many of your siblings are certainly stars but Cody…

You are a sun.”

I think you'll be needing this-you are a sun-the time has come-once the war is over-execute order 66-you are a sun-i would very much like to take you out on a date-yes my lord-you are my sun-blast him-my sun-codycodycodycody

cody

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No matter how many times he had the dream, he would always wake up feeling sick to his stomach, panting, hyperventilating, like he had run drills for hours. And yet…it was never violent or startling, that final whisper of his name though, that brought him so many emotions he had no option but to immediately run to empty his stomach. He didn't understand. If he were anyone but himself, he would even say that it felt like a ghost, coming to haunt his dreams so he may never sleep soundly again. But he knew that was banthashit, so as he cleaned his mouth and prepared for the day, he would put the dream memory behind him. He had a job to do, and good soldiers follow orders.

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“CC-2224, you will be in charge of security, anyone caught trying to enter without authorization, is to be immediately terminated.”

“I was brief before arriving planetside that I would be in charge of training, sir.”

“Hmm, yes, but that has changed. Before we weren't yet sure of the Mandalorians' participation, but now that we have them to turn to, we will be using their expertise over yours. I know that you are the last clone we have that trained under Fett and his own Mandalorians, but nothing will beat having actual Mandalorians to train the Empire's troopers. You and your men are to be security and nothing else, the last of the clone troopers are soon to be brought here. It would have been a waste anyway, there's enough of you to cover the security but not certainly to cover all the training centers anyway. Dismissed, oh and one last thing, try not to take off your helmets too much. Heard the natives are a little too trigger-happy with you clones.”

Cody stood outside the office, looking at his helmet, the visor reflecting a face he had seen on hundreds of men before him for 3 years, now he stood and truly felt alone as he had never before. His batch mates, gone. The last one amongst a handful of others, the Great Army of the former Republic, now Empire. He knew more and more of his siblings marched on every day, but now he got the confirmation. His own batch mates, those he considered his closest brothers, those who had been with him since he had been a fresh tubie, were truly gone. He had been shipped to Mandalore on a promotion for his service, to be a part of the first training center for troopers, the first while the other planned 4 centers were still under construction.

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I really wanted to finish at least the first chapter for Cody Day, but alas, way too much work piled on :( This is for my first chapter of the first story based on my Adopting or Adopted idea, this is the summary of this first story “The Scorpion's Redemption”:

CC-2224 is sent to Mandalore, now under Empire control, to be security for the first of the Storm Troopers' training centers. Plagued with strange dreams at night and by the scorn of Mandalorians during the day, at six months he starts questioning his place in the galaxy. After helping rescue a young orphan by the name of Din, he is noticed by a Mandalorian known as The Armorer, who treats him with actual respect but leaves him questioning everything, including the end of the war. A month later, a civil war breaks out between Death Watch and Mandalorians who oppose the Empire's rule over their home world. 2224 defects from the Empire and manages to escape with young Din right before the planet is glassed. He must now set off to find The Armorer to return young Din to his clan while disguised as a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter. Along the way, he finds himself slowly coming to terms with his involvement at the Purge, but before he can work through it with some alcohol in between jobs, he comes across a young red-headed teen, who is hunted by an Inquisitor for being a surviving Jedi. Cal Kestis wastes no time in wanting to get away, but his injuries and young Din force him to stay. 2224 must now take care of two boys while he searches for their respective people. Can 2224 break through the last of the chip's control to unlock his true memories of the war? Will Cal learn to trust him and, in turn, be able to rekindle his connection to the Force? And what does young Din hide from them both?

This story would be focused purely on Cody, Cal, and Din as they become a family, bc damn if I won't give my blorbos some family.

I still don't know if I will keep the series title as “Adopting or Adopted” but that is how you can find my original post of the whole idea for the series. This would only be of Cody, while the other two would focus on Obi Wan and Vader respectively. If anyone is interested, you are welcome to ask any questions on my main @vestadragon !

Happy Cody Day!

[fuckinnear]

everybody Must say hello to burger boy immediately

[littledemo0n]

Canon event

[psychokatrixxxy]

Batfam AU

Damian was captured by some villain, and Dick just saved him.

Nightwing: Why didn't you send a distress signal? You could have gotten hurt. What if I didn't get here in time?

Robin: tt, stop your incessant nagging, Grayson. I can handle myself. Besides, I did send out a distress signal.

Nightwing: Really, cause I didn't get it, and neither did B.

Robin, realizing something: Ah, I believe I may have alerted someone else of my capture then...

Nightwing: who-

He's cut off as a red figure barrels through the window, shattering it.

Red Hood, guns cocked as he looks around the room: Who the fuck do I need to kill?

Robin, deadpan: Impeccable timing as always, Akhi.

[is-not-a-bell]

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[cidnangarlond]

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

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" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[catgrandpa]

Tim Drake has been kidnapped 235 times in his life so far.

The first time was when he was 4. He was held in warehouse for 6 days before the thugs who took him realized that they wouldn’t be able to get ahold of his parents no matter how many times they called. They wouldn’t pick up calls even from the kids own phone. They fed him a nice warm meal, and dropped him back off at his door with several full Tupperware containers, and new contacts in his phone.

At least once every few weeks since that day, Tim would find himself being picked up in an unmarked van and taken to an undisclosed location, and upon arrival, he would be seated at a large table where he would eat his fill of home cooked meals with a large family of thugs and goons.

[zealouswitchwerewolf]

Has anyone seen/written any fics where Danny is so used to being an overpowered menace that danger doesn't even register the same for him anymore. Like he's gone against the likes of undergrowth and vortex, he's obviously not going to be intimidated by a middle aged man with sweaty hands pointing a gun at him.

It's all fine until he leaves Amity and starts being put in mildly dangerous situations that don't bother him at all but everyone around him looks super freaked out? And it can range from like being mugged or one of the DC superheroes facing one of their supervillains while all the civilians run away and Danny just keeps going full on ignoring cause not his circus, not his monkeys, but still.

And then he realizes that his reaction is abnormal and people are starting to stare and he doesn't need the extra attention on him but knows he can't act for shit so he just goes for the most deadpan sarcasm he can muster and goes all "oh, nooooo. This is so bad. I am SO scared." And it just makes the stares worse but by then he's committed to the bit and will throw gradually more concerning stuff about his past in conversations with the most dead expression just to see how far he can take it until someone confronts him about it.

[majunju]

getting married to the cold duke of the north but contrary to belief he's rather cuter than expected?!

[writerfromthestars]

DP X DC PROMPT: DANNY'S AN ASSASSIN?!

So Danny gets adopted by the Waynes somehow.

Now, he's a teenage vigilante, he knows all the signs. And he can clearly tell that Damian and Tim are sneaking out under the cover of night to fight crime as Robin and Red Robin.

While ordinarily this would lead to the connection between the Waynes being Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, and various other assorted vigilantes, that's not what we're here for, so instead, what happens is that Danny thinks that his two absolutely normal little brothers are sneaking out, meeting strange people dressed in spandex and Kevlar on rooftops, and punching criminals.

He has no issue with this.

The only issue he has is that Tim and Damian are inexperienced, I mean, Damian's twelve or something like that, he can't have been Robin for long. He's not particularly willing to get back into heroism himself, though, so this leads to him casually dropping random tidbits of information that only an ex-vigilante/hero/assassin/other part of the caped community, would know into regular conversation.

Like, if Tim's using bandages on his hand, Danny will suddenly drop the fact that that particular brand is very absorbent and works really well to take care of large, bloody wounds, like bullet holes in important places.

If Damian's reading a book about different knives, and their creation processes (because be real, he totally would) Danny will read over his shoulder a bit and then just point out a knife that would particularly good for stabbing someone in the stomach, or slitting someone's throat. (he knows this because of a. his rogues trying to kill him and b. Dan likes sharp things.)

The three of them are watching some superhero movie or something, and Danny goes on a twelve-minute rant about how the fight scenes would never work that way.

Tim and Damian come to the conclusion that their new brother has been trained by the League of Assassins or something.

Here's the issue. Danny hasn't.

So Damian starts dropping little hints that he knows that Danny was part of the League, for example a reference to a technique that only a League member would know. Danny, who has been trained in hand-to-hand by Dan, who was trained by dead League assassins in the alternate timeline, knows the moves.

Danny is just happy that his baby brothers are taking his advice, and opening up to him too. Damian is even starting to talk about fighting with him, and he thinks that they might actually tell him about their nighttime activities soon.

Finally, the two confront him on it. And by that, I mean that like the emotionally constipated bats they are, they utterly fail in their interrogation because they can't just come out and say it out in the open.

Tim: so Danny, I noticed how you know a lot about fighting. and first aid, and stuff.

Damian: I have noticed this as well. Might I inquire as to where you gained these skills?

Danny just thinks that they have figured out his past as a vigilante and that they are worried about him being hurt.

Danny: Don't worry about it. I don't do that type of thing anymore.

Now that's a deflection if Tim's ever heard it.

Damian, digging for more information: I wish to know. Maybe I can learn from whoever it was that taught you?

Danny grimaces slightly before answering.

Danny: Trust me, kiddo, you don't wanna learn from the people who taught me this stuff. They squash you like a bug.

Tim and Damian take this as confirmation that Danny was involve in the League. Danny just means that pitting his rogue gallery, which consists of exclusively ghosts, against living boys would be unfair.

[dclovesdanny]

DcxDp prompts

Dan/Danny/Dani additions 1/5

Danny is adoption bait to the Gotham rogues.

Danny only went to Gotham university because it had a lot of ambient ectoplasm and he could fast track to the arrow space department in Wayne enterprises if he worked hard enough. He didn’t need adopting, he was already 19 years old and had a (strained, very distant) relationship with his parents. When he moved to Gotham, he expected to have to deal with people wanting to make him a new Wayne, not with all of the Gotham rogues immediately trying to adopt him.

So what if he defended Killer Croc from some asshole cops, accidentally exposing his fangs and had a conversation about being dehumanized with him that led to them having dinner on Wednesdays?

So what if he got into a serious conversation about the green gas effect and pollution (Sam had taught him well) with Poison Ivy that result in him coming over for dinner and Harley Quinn declaring him a ‘sweetheart’?

So what if he directed Frostbitw to help Mr. Freeze and now Nora invited him over for brunch on Sundays?

So what if he had a wonderful conversation with the Riddler in which they traded space themed riddles which lead to Riddler seeking him out sometimes for a game?

So what if he helped Mr. cobble pot by making him intangible when some people were driving by in about splash mud on him and he now had a part time job there as a bouncer?

So what if Grundy played tag with him every other Thursday and called him Little Death and offered to eat his chemical engineering teacher who gave him a low grade because he didn’t follow safety precautions?

This didn’t mean he was adoption bait. Shut up Sam.

[followthebluebell]

Hi! Wanted to ask, is there any particular breed of cat in your shelter that tends to be adopted quickly? Are there cats that seem to be more difficult to adopt out?

Yeah, sphynxes tend to be adopted out super quick. I'm surprised we still have Peach and Finn--- I knew we'd have them for a while because we were treating Finn's FIP, but I didn't expect to STILL have them. We usually have a list of people looking for sphynxes, but all of the people on the list are only looking for ONE cat, not two.

So bonded pairs are more difficult to adopt out, unless they are tiny baby kittens.

tbh, a lot of pedigreed cats get adopted out relatively quickly due to the whole 'we have a list of people looking for this exact breed' thing. Like I've already got people asking about Persephone just because they want a bengal and don't mind working with her severe fears. I'm not complaining about that, exactly. Some part of me feels some kind of way about that but I try not to let it bother me too much.

Domestic shorthairs are the hardest to adopt out (medium haired cats are the most popular of the non-pedigreed cats; longhaired cats are slightly less popular but still pretty desirable). People are well aware that they can get a moggie anywhere. I can swear up and down that my moggies are special (because they are), but so is every cat. Can't really argue with that.

Cats that are a bit 'generic' don't get adopted as quickly. Short haired tabbies and solid blacks are the slowest to get adopted. People want something that looks more 'interesting'. I teach my 'less desirable' cats little tricks to make them more adoptable and it tends to work.

Cats with visible, but not super work intensive, disabilities get adopted pretty quickly. Cats with one eye or three legs are fairly popular. People always think 'ohh no one will want this one', but they're wrong. Everyone loves a nice disabled kitty, so a short-haired tabby with three legs or one eye will be adopted pretty quick.

Fully blind or deaf cats are less popular, but there's generally still a list of people looking for that. Blindness is more 'adoptable' than deafness.

Cats with invisible disabilities or medical needs are the slowest of all to be adopted. Like diabetes or something similar. If a cat has an ongoing medical need that could be expensive, that cat is going to be with us for a while.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The secret good ending for FNAF ruin,,

[mildarka]

Felt like making a reverted AU