#so many people see medic's as just tools

[0sbrain]

i need people to understand that when there's a medic on your team, there's a person behind it. you wouldn't go around demanding other classes to change their loadouts, pay full attention to you or stop going around with their friends.

medic players are people too and we deserve to have as much fun as any other player

[doctorweebmd]

ok my OTHER reflection:

on the one hand its really frustrating to see the posts about docs and healthcare in general on here be so narrow-minded. bad experiences with certain providers have lead to a huge spread of misinformation and mistrust with the whole system. which can and HAS lead to people avoiding 'evil' doctors for perfectly treatable illnesses and dying from them (the vaccine bullshit, anyone?)

but on the other hand. it is TERRIFYING how some of these docs practice medicine. at times i think 'are you just burned out and don't give a shit or are you straight up just stupid?' and i work in critical care. where quite literally every case is life or death. even in the academic sector where there is supposedly a standard of excellence, some doctors i would not let touch my loved ones with a ten foot pole.

and that sucks. i know this is the no nuance piss on the poor webbed site but 'the medical system and people that work for it are fallible and aspects of it are morally questionable at best/unethical at worst' AND 'the field of medicine exists to help people first and foremost and mistrusting/avoiding it can be detrimental in the long run' can and DO co-exist

[transmutationisms]

a friend just tipped me off about Fund a Kitchen in Gaza, a free tool that helps you locate and donate to community kitchens currently serving some of Gaza's most vulnerable!

this lets you choose a region (south, central, north) and see which kitchens operate in that area, then donate to as many as you can.

as a reminder, community kitchens try to buy and cook in bulk, which makes ingredients last longer & sustain more people in the conditions of extreme scarcity that Israel is imposing right now. they are also able to serve people on the ground who may not have the means to reach out online.

so, whether through this tool or not, please do support community kitchens, as well as mutual aid groups that cover additional needs, such as the Sameer Project (meals, tents, cash aid, medical aid) and Dahnoun Mutual Aid (meals, tents, baby supplies, cash aid, winter clothes).

[help-itrappedmyself]

Danny Punches a Clown Part 6

Masterpost

Danny, after many promises and assurances, lets Red Robin take him to the batcave. They travel by car, and as fancy as it was, Danny was almost scared to touch anything inside it. Red was a much better driver than his father though, so he just closed his eyes and focused on trying to keep his healing up.

The Batcave turned out to be an actual cave, underground, with actual bats in it. He was whisked to a medical area too quickly to see much of anything else besides some other vehicles and a giant computer set up. 

Someone was waiting in the medical space with a tray of tools and bandages ready next to the bed, Red introduced him as Agent A. They were quick to lie him down on a cot and set him up to a heart monitor and that had Red and the A frowning immediately.

“It’s a medical condition.” Danny blurted, and both pairs of eyes shot to him. “My heartrate is naturally very slow, temperature runs cold, pale skin, slow circulation so I can't have a lot of different medications." Not that any medications would really work, but better safe than sorry. Them not working would be suspicious, and Danny does not have the energy or focus for trying to keep straight any real explanations right now.  "It’s fine, I promise.”

Agent A nodded slowly. “Is there anything else we should know before we start treatment?”

“Just can't give me any medicines, I think that's the only relevant bit.”

“Alright, I will keep that in mind. Please lift your shirt so I can see the wound.”

Danny does, and they manage their expressions quite well on seeing it. Agent A goes immediately for creams and bandages.

“What burned you like that?” Red asked.

“Gun.” Danny was starting to slur. He did not want to sleep right now, with these people here.

“A gun? What kind of gun causes burns?”

“New blaster, parents made it special.”

“Your parents make guns?”

Danny shrugs, turning his head to look at Red instead of the far off ceiling of the cave. “My parents make lots of things. They're scientists, inventors." Danny waves his arm around vaguely. "The gun was new though, hadn’t been shot with that one before. The earlier versions were much less powerful.”

“Are you saying that your parents are the ones that shot you?” Red asked gently, taking a seat in the chair next to the bed. “It wasn’t just their gun that was used?”

Danny frowns. “Well yeah.”

Tim is very concerned at the tone he just used, like getting shot at by your parents was normal. “Do they shoot at you a lot?”

“Fair amount I suppose.” Red could see Danny thinking really hard about something. Dany’s head was really starting to hurt. His brain was fuzzy and he knew he should be concerned about something, but couldn’t figure out what. His parents shooting at him was nothing new, considering. “Like, they did it more than Vlad but I don’t see him as often, and they’ve done it longer than the GIW, but since the GIW has started they’ve been about equal I guess. I mean, sometimes all the defense systems in the house target me but that wasn’t technically intentional. Took forever for us to figure out how to get them to stop that.”

“Danny, when was the last time you slept?” Red asked gently.

Danny wasn’t sure if his blip earlier this morning counted. He didn’t think it lasted more than an hour, but the last time he slept before that was before his fight in Amity, escaping through the ghost zone and running around in this dimension.

“It’s been awhile.” Danny landed on. True enough for medical history he supposed.

“Right.” A finished the last of the bandages and tugged Danny’s shirt back down. “Well, why don’t you do that now, while we go and find you something to eat.”

“I’m too tired to fight food right now.”

Tim shared a look with Alfred before turning back to Danny. “Okay then. Maybe sleep first and then eat?”

“I will go start making something now that you’re all set up here Mister Danny.” Agent A states, walking past the medical curtains and shutting them behind him. Red pulled out a tablet and started tapping on it. He noticed Danny’s eyes on him after a moment.

“You going to sleep?”

“Strange place, strange people. Not sure that’s the best decision here.”

Red looked up from his tablet.

“You trusted me enough to come here. Trust me enough to sleep. I will make sure no one but me or A comes in before you’re ready.”

[7-wonders]

Seeing Ghosts

Dr. Jack Abbot x psychiatrist!reader (gender-neutral)

Summary: A case hits too close to home for you. Jack wants you to know you're not alone.

Word count: 1.9k

A note from the author: "I'm just going to write a little blurb," I say to myself. "Fucking liar!" my laptop yells at me.

I don't even know what I'm doing with this but I'm watching The Pitt and cannot get this old man out of my head! If you're reading this, I sincerely hope you enjoy!

Content warning: Mentions of suicidal thoughts

You’re on night rotations for the first time in years, taking over for Dr. Gibbons who’s out on paternity leave. Night shift has been kind to you with a fairly easy workload as your body gets adjusted to a completely opposite sleep-wake schedule, but tonight, you’re called down to the ER for a 5150. 20 y/o male, brought to the ER after his roommate found him with cuts to his wrists. He's crying as his wrists are tended to, so sure that some unseen entity is on the phone with Pitt's admissions office right now to get his scholarships revoked.

You recognize him, this young overachiever who has the weight of the world on his shoulders for no real reason other than that he feels it will all collapse if he's not the one to hold it up. Not because you've met him before. You recognize him because, at one point in time, he was you.

One of your favorite parts about your job is getting to truly connect with your patients, and you feel that one of the best ways to do that is by meeting them at their level. Sitting next to them, giving them your first name and insisting they call you by that, and, if they allow for it, holding their hands. You catch a fair amount of shit for it from other doctors (mainly those for whom psychiatry isn't their specialty), but there's a reason why your patient satisfaction scores are so high. You know what you're doing, and you know how to accomplish a positive outcome, so when Shaun Gold takes your outstretched hand, you know you've got an in.

“I understand, that you feel like you’re alone in how you’re feeling right now. But can I tell you a secret?" He nods, and you tighten your grip on his hand. "You're not alone. So many people have felt the exact same way. I have felt the exact same way."

"You have?" Shaun's face opens up at this revelation, seeing in front of him a successful (-ish) doctor who's also battled the lowest of the lows.

"Yep. And I'm not here to tell you that I never feel the way I did then anymore, because I would be lying to you. But I have the right skills now to help me combat those feelings. Therapy, and coping tools, and medication. That's what I'm trying to do for you here. Give you the proper skills so that you can be the best possible version of yourself. And maybe one day, you'll be in my position, helping to give hope to somebody who needs it. So?" You squeeze his hand, smiling when he squeezes back. "Can we help you?"

Shaun agrees, and you get him safely transferred up to your ward with a schedule laid out and a promise that you'll be back in an hour. A favorable outcome, which is all that one can ask for in this career. But it doesn't change the heaviness in your chest, which continues to press down on you even after you're back down in the ER to discuss potential care plans with Ellis. Throwing yourself back into work is normally your trick to get your mind off of a tough case—it's not the healthiest coping mechanism, but mental health is nothing if not a balancing act—and you're left searching for relief. Where's a physician to go when everything feels a little too...much? Your fellow dayshifter clued you in on just the place.

The roof of PTMC is quiet at this time of night, no incoming or outgoing medical flights interrupting your stolen moment of peace. Almost immediately, you can see why Robby finds so much comfort in being up here. Leaning against the railing, having the cool breeze on your face and watching cars crawl through the streets of Pittsburgh like ants in an ant farm...it may not comfort you, exactly, but it does help to calm you down enough that you can focus on the things you would tell a patient in your position to do: deep breathing and grounding.

From behind you comes the sound of the rooftop door opening and closing and your slow exhale turns into a harsh sigh, assuming that it's some medical student coming to find you about a drunk experiencing hallucinations. Do people not remember how to use a pager anymore?

"Fancy seeing you up here." You'd be able to pick Jack Abbot's voice out of a crowd of hundreds, and it's no different now when he's standing behind you. Your shoulders, which you hadn't realized tensed up at the threat of being pulled back to work before you're ready, loosen up almost immediately.

It was naive of you to think that Jack wouldn't have picked up on anything out of the ordinary in any of the doctors on the clock tonight. He and Robby are two of the best ER attendings in the state for many reasons, but the way that they look out for those on their teams is one of them. Ellis probably snitched, you think, before realizing that you're not giving Jack nearly enough credit for his intuitiveness.

"I've heard so much about this 'trick' from Robby, figured now was the perfect time to try it out. Sorry to steal your hiding spot," you call out, keeping your eyes focused on the lights of PNC Park in the distance.

"I'm not going to ask you if you're alright, because god knows I would hate if someone came up here, interrupted my moment of peace, and asked the same." You can't help the smile that appears on your face. "But I am...here. Y'know, just in case you feel like talking."

You recognize this language, and it makes you chuckle. "Who's the psychiatrist here?"

"Not me, thankfully."

"Saw a ghost downstairs," you supply, still staring determinedly ahead. "I'm pretty good at compartmentalizing, at separating my work life from my personal life. But every so often, a certain case comes in that just...hits too close to home."

"I completely understand."

What Jack doesn't tell you is that, the moment you saw your ghost in that student, he saw his own ghost in you. He often hears negative feedback from those in the ivory tower about how he could stand to be a little more caring to, well, everybody. Though Robby hosts some of the worst patient reviews, he has more than a few of his own.

But who the hospital administration hears from is the bad seeds. Drunk idiots, antivaxxer mothers, bigots who think they can get away with snide comments to members of the staff—the types of people for whom complaining is in their blood. They're more than happy to fill out the survey provided to them with their discharge instructions, flaming everything and everything about the hospital—but especially about Dr. Abbot, who has been called anything from "gruff and unapproachable" to "a raging asshole."

He doesn't do this for them, though. He does it for the people that can actually benefit from his help, those who likely won't fill out a survey. The young parent frantically making sure that every test and procedure for their sick child is covered by Medicaid before consenting. The unhoused man being treated on his fingers for frostbite (and who will find a warm, sturdy pair of gloves tucked with his discharge paperwork).

The veteran fresh off a tour of duty and having her first real bout of PTSD.

You found yourself caught off guard by how close you felt to this case, and in that moment, he saw himself in you.

"I've been that student before—still am, sometimes," you admit quietly, knowing Jack will still hear it. "I was always too scared of what would happen to me if people found out I was feeling this way. I was sure that I'd be judged by everyone, but especially by doctors. I had no reason to feel that way, of course, but I didn't know any better at the time. I think that's why this case got to me; I needed him to hear me, to know for certain that he wasn't alone in his feelings and that he had friends in those who would be taking care of him."

Jack's silent, but you know that's not a bad thing. When he finally speaks, his voice is closer than it was when he first joined you on the roof. "I think that's what distinguishes good doctors from great doctors. Good doctors study hard, perform quality work, and genuinely care for their patients. But the great doctors are those who allow their experiences to fuel them. Who go through pain, or heartbreak, or grief, and use those feelings to guide their work and how they treat those that come under their care. And you, my friend, are a damn great doctor."

"Thanks, Jack." You don't say what you want to, which is that he's describing himself, too. The man's trying to teach a lesson, after all, and you've seen his disdain when his lessons have been hijacked before.

"Got any plans after work?" he asks.

"Besides still trying to get used to working nights?"

He chuckles. "Can't help you there. But if you're not feeling like the walking dead come seven, I know a great diner in the area. We can share some more ghost stories, maybe. Only condition is that you can't divulge the location after we go, no matter how much you may want to sing its praises. I can't go having my favorite breakfast spot overrun by interns and residents, after all."

It's a good thing that you're still facing away from Jack, because you wouldn't be able to school your face to some neutral expression fast enough. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't carried a bit of a torch for Jack for a while—the kind of crush that's easy to sustain when you work opposite shifts and your interactions are in stolen five-minute interactions before your shift ends and his begins. If this were day shift, you know Dana would be teasing you endlessly and going on about the betting pool that's allegedly been steadily gaining money since you volunteered to temporarily move to nights.

("Garcia has twenty on you both being too chicken to make a move before Gibbons returns from paternity leave," Dana whispered to you last week when she was supposed to be giving you a status update on the Kraken before clocking out for the night. "Don't give her a win."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you claimed, cheeks burning as you focused on reading from the tablet in your hands.)

"Let me guess, the VFW?" you tease.

"Nah, their pancakes suck."

On your next exhale, when the heaviness in your chest seems to have finally abated, you turn around to face Jack. He's closer than you thought he would be, a couple of feet away at most. Close enough that you can see the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at you. "Alright, we can go to your super secret breakfast spot. But I'm expecting world-class waffles, deal?"

"Deal."

When Jack wraps an arm around your shoulders in a loose hug, he doesn't put it down again until right before the elevator doors open on the ER. You don't mind in the slightest.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact/H:SR) Mother's Day with Xianyun and Natasha

Here in the U.S today, its Mother's Day, so what better way to acknowledge it with the moms in this blog? (That I remember anyway)

Xianyun will simply scoff when asked if she's given anything for Mother's Day.

(Xianyun) "One does not have any children, only disciples! Besides, that is a mostly human tradition."

That's what she'll say, but ever since she came to live in Liyue, her gaze always follows children gifting beautiful Carnations to their mothers.

There is a tinge of jealousy in Xianyun's eyes, until she's approached by Ganyu and Shenhe.

Ganyu, like many others in the Harbor, brought Xianyun a beautiful bouquet of flowers that she had found during what little free time she had off.

(Xianyun) "Ah! My thanks, Ganyu, these are quite lovely. It reminds One of the time you tried to collect a basket of flowers for me as a gift, only grabbing weeds instea-"

(Ganyu) "M-Master, please! Don't bring that up!"

Shenhe...well, in her infinite wisdom, she brought a random assortment of tools and gears she pried off from Ruin Hunters and Treasure Hoarders, knowing that her master always liked to tinker.

(Shenhe) "I trust that these will help your inventions function to even greater heights, Master."

(Xianyun) "One hopes that the human tools were acquired...tastefully?"

(Shenhe) "I did not steal them."

(Xianyun) "Oh, good-"

(Shenhe) "I beat them with a stick for it."

(Xianyun) "-Aaaaand, One is not surprised."

And it nearly brought her to tears, only barely able to resist from crying to not embarrass herself.

Even though she wasn't their biological mother, and she wouldn't outright admit it, they were her kids, as far as she was concerned.

Kids and Adults alike for the people of Wildfire, Natasha was their mom.

The Underworld didn't really have a Mother's Day, until the Trailblazer came in and told the kids about how some other cultures beyond their planet celebrated it.

And they had zero qualms doing so.

Hook and the other Moles managed to put together a machine resembling her teddy bear...Kinda.

(Hook) "I think the eyes are the best part! What do you think?!"

The 'eye', which was more of a random screw they had found, promptly fell onto the floor with a loud CLANK!

But Natasha still laughed and put it on her desk regardless, lovingly headpatting her little troublemaker.

Seele brought Natasha an entire bag of medical supplies, vehemently rejecting the notion that it was a 'thank you' present and just doing her job. All of which Natasha just smiled and said:

(Natasha) "Alright, I believe you. By the way, did you hear what our friend beyond the stars had to say about what today is?-"

(Seele) "U-Uh, hang on, I think I hear them calling! Gotta go!-"

Truthfully, Natasha isn't used to receiving gifts like this, at least for the reason of celebrating a day for mothers.

With any excess gifts, Natasha instead gives them to the mothers of the children she looks after, all of whom are initially just as confused as the doctor.

But, it's a tradition she could get used to, if only to see what shenanigans her own 'kids' get up to for it.

[kunaigirl]

Happy Disability Pride and awareness month! Let's talk about Epilepsy!

Hi there! I got tired of seeing my condition (that impacts my literal every day life) being left out or forgotten about during discussions about disabilities, so I made my own post about it! Let's go!

First Off! What the heck is epilepsy? Epilepsy is the fourth most common neurological disorder in the world, and it's a chronic medical condition. Epilepsy is a brain disorder that causes recurring, frequent, triggered, and unprovoked seizures to occur.

The official Epilepsy Foundation describes seizures as follows: "Seizures are sudden surges of abnormal and excessive electrical activity in your brain, and can affect how you appear or act. Where and how the seizure presents itself can have profound effects...Seizures involve sudden, temporary, bursts of electrical activity in the brain that change or disrupt the way messages are sent between brain cells. These electrical bursts can cause involuntary changes in body movement or function, sensation, behavior or awareness." (Source link)

Sounds like a lot of fun right? This is our life. Even with medication, we can be VERY limited to what can be safe for us. Seizure medications are NOT a cure, they only exist (at least as of now) as a tool to help have your seizures less often, or be triggered less intensely. Even on medication, seizures can still happen.

If you have epilepsy as a child like I did, it impacts your entire growing and developing experience. I spent MANY times as a child in and out of hospitals, neurologist and specialist offices, an getting so many EEG tests done. The pain of scrubbing the glue out of your hair for DAYS is horrible.

At a young age my seizures were so frequent and serious, it impacted my brain's ability to retain information. I had to re-learn the names of things at age 8 and 9. I had to re-learn HOW TO READ at age 10. I had to be home schooled because the public school system of my state at the time refused to work with me. I have VERY distinct and vivid memories of crying over my little baby ABC's book that I needed as a 4th and 5th grader. I knew I should've known this by this age. I knew that at one point I already did, and it was TAKEN FROM ME.

As an adult, I'M NOT ALLOWED TO DRIVE A CAR. And I can NEVER go to see a movie in theaters or go to see concerts or live music. There are entire TV shows I don't get to see. I can't go to clubs, arcades, dances, or raves. I miss out on A LOT of fun things. I always do, and I'm WELL AWARE of the fun I'm missing out on. The social, casual, and fun life experiences I'll never get to have. That WE'LL never get to have. And oh yeah! Seizures can KILL SOME OF US. Yep.

And the list goes on, and every person with epilepsy experiences it differently. There are multiple different types of seizures you can have, they're NOT always convulsing on the floor. For example, I have complex-partial-myoclonic-seizures. Meaning my muscles DO twitch when I have seizures, but I'm not always completely unconscious and sometimes I'm even able to stay sitting up. However, I'm still very "off" and can't focus or remember much for a good while after the fact. I can't talk or communicate during one, even with my slight bit of consciousness.

My experiences are not universal, I just wanted to talk about it and bring it up. It helps to talk about it even a little bit. Here's more about different kinds of seizures. Here's more about common seizure triggers. Here's more about CORRECT seizure first aid. And here's more general information/resources.

Please stop leaving us out of disability awareness. Please stop ignoring us or saying we're "not really disabled" or anything else like that. Please. Why does it always feel like the only people who care about epilepsy, are people WITH epilepsy? We're so tired of being ignored by others who don't have our condition.

If you're an epileptic person reading this, I see you. I love you. You're so strong, we all are. I believe in you, I believe in us. We're so much stronger than we get credit for, and it's going to be ok. Your anger and frustration are valid. Your emotions and struggles are real. You're valid, and I see you. Hang in there, we got this.

[random-fandom1984]

Can I have some g1 soundwave x reader please😅😅😅😅😅

Being the only femme Cybertronian on the Ark can be... something. Especially when some of them try hitting on you without getting to know you; quite annoying really, but you keep it pushed down; but some people can tell because of your alt-mode.

You stayed in the Ark because of your job as a medic. Your alt-mode is a heartbeat monitor, which also corresponds with your sparkbeats, which is how some people, very few, can tell what you're feeling.

You made your own little base of operations under an abandoned amusement park. You'd bring in people who were injured and left behind in the ruckus of the battlefield between the two factions. Human or Decepticon.

Whenever it's a human, you'd ask them to promise to not tell your Autobot friends about your place of escape, and they do. But with Decepticons, you make sure that they are knocked out, and you just give them a few amounts of anesthesia because they would break in, destroy the place, kidnap you and hold you for ransom against your friends.

One day, when looking through one of the many aftermaths of a battle, you found a minicon in the rubble, Soundwave's minicon: Frenzy. When you took him back to your base, you realized you've forgotten to stock up on more anesthesia, so now you have to worry with the fact that he might wake up soon as you did the procedure of fix-and-repair.

As you were putting your tools away, he woke up with a fright, and you quickly explained the situation to him, which slightly calmed him down. Key word: Slightly. He was suspicious of you but is slowly diminished as you continued to work on the minor injuries that just need a new paint job and be buffed. The last bit disappeared in an instant when you gave him an Energon Goodie.

When he came by again, to your surprise that he remembered the way here, you gave a tour of the place above, he somehow managed to get the place up and running again; thank Primus that your location was miles away from the nearest civilization.

As time went by, Rumble found out, then Ravage, then Laserbeak. When they come to visit, it would be like as if there was no war, they're having a good time in the amusement park.

Sooner or later, Soundwave got suspicious. Where were his kids minicons going late at night?

Being the best spy he is, he followed them, and was surprised that they were hanging out with an Autobot, weren't fighting like there was a war, stopping a fight between Rumble and Frenzy as calm as possible- and somehow easily get them to make up?! He couldn't do that without them continuing to squabble with each other.

He used his telepathy powers to look into your thoughts to see if you secretly had ill intentions with his sons minicons, but there wasn't any!

When his minicons return back to base, it's an instant interrogation the moment they step foot back in the habsuite: How long has this been going on? How did this happen in the first place? What do she always do with them? The only questions that were about you were answered back with positivity.

Curious, he decided to look more into your file when the Decepticons fight the Autobots near the Ark. When he does, all he finds is all good things.

When it was the next time they decided to visit, he wanted to meet her in person. And so he did, and by Primus were you nervous. You were worried he might blow your helm up. You, Soundwave, and his minicons walked through the park, watching the minicons play games, ride the rides; he began to trust you.

The more you all hang out in private, at your secret location, the more you begin to bond closer together, mainly you and Soundwave; the minicons noticed it as clear as day.

So, being mischievous little ones they are, Rumble and Frenzy decided to stage a lil' something. In private, the minicons would call Soundwave Sire, or dad in human terms. So, when the next time you and they met up, they would unexpectedly drop Carrier, mom, at random times in the night. When they first did it, they'd put on an act like as if they didn't mean to say it and it just slip. You fell for their act, so did Soundwave because it was unexpected.

They see you? An Autobot medic? As a parental figure? I mean, sure, you heal up their injuries, you give them Energon sweets if they be good and behave, calmly deal with their fights, gives them sweet head pats, have the most caring optics he's seen, the most beautiful smile- Oh, scrap! He's in love.

He would lie awake at night, questioning why he found you attractive. For starters, your gently touch that he felt when you repaired him, your smiles seem to shine brighter than any star, and sound from your vocalizer was like a siren's call and he was the sailor that was lured by its enchanting melody, your optics the prettiest shade of blue that rivals with this hunk of rock's sky, have the spirit of a Carrier with his kids- Primus, he was hooked, lined and had sunk deep.

After he came to terms with his newfound emotions, he started noticing something about you. Every single time he was close to you, he'd see the screen of your alt-mode, on your chassis, start getting taller. One time, he danced with you as music played in the park, and he saw that the big spikes became frequent, and a subtle blush would be on your cheek plates that you try to hide with your servo and turning your helm to the side. He found this adorable, so much that he became addicted to having that cute blush on your face.

When back on the Ark, you would get pings from an unknown comm-link number, only to realize it's Soundwave, and he's sending you something. When you are finally alone in your habsuite, you would take a look to see that they were poems; they were so sweet, you reread them, laying on your berth, kicking your feet as you excitedly giggle from how nice, sweet, and adorable they are that they might as well be invitations for Cupid to continue to shoot arrows into your spark, making you fall harder for the Con.

When they spent the night in your secret base, you all had fun doing any activity that comes to mind: pillow/blanket forts, teaching the little ones the steps on how you make your glorious Energon Goodies, etc. The last activity was a horror movie marathon. Every time a jump scare would pop up on the screen, you would hug the closest bot, and it just so happened to be Soundwave. During the horror movie marathon, you, Soundwave, and his kids ended up in a cuddle pile, scared, all but Soundwave, Ravage, and Laserbeak.

They decided to spend the night here before returning to the Decepticon base at the break of dawn. You decided to put the little ones to sleep. He decided to start cleaning up the mess that was made, and when he finished, he came back to you telling the ending of an old Cybertron bedtime story.

To him, it looked so nice and peaceful, and you looked so motherly that he just wanted to confess right there, right now. What sealed the deal was you placing a goodnight kiss on the top of their helms, tucking them to sleep before leaving the room they were occupying, only to be dragged off to somewhere by Soundwave, into the place you slept in from time-to-time.

You wondered what was happening, until Soundwave got on one knee plate, servos holding your own, visor looking up into your optics, glistening as he let out a very poetic, charming, delightful, exquisite of him telling you about his feelings, everything about you that made his spark soar: your voice, your optics, your touch, everything.

He carefully watched the screen on you chassis to see if there was any indication of making you uncomfortable or not. And by the end of his heartfelt confession, he watched the heart monitor didn't make any giant spikes. Oh, no. It made a heart at the center of the monitor as blush covers your entire faceplate.

Part 2 coming soon!

[the-indigo-symphony]

Sometimes I want to use this blog to talk about pluralphobia but like. Where do I even begin.

Almost every system I've ever talked to has at least one story about being mocked/shamed/hated or worse for their plural traits. So many of us deal with those we're close to treating us like serial killers in waiting due to how media portrays us. Fandom spaces treat us like hypotheticals and act disgusted when you tell them their "totally Weird™ and Random™ prompt" is some people's lived reality. Medical professionals dehumanize us and marginalized communities follow in their footsteps to deny us any language or space to talk about ourselves, because how dare we say we're similar to them, how dare we treat our individual selves as individuals and not party tricks that need to be put away when we are having Serious Discussions. People will claim to support us, but in order to support us, they simply must insult us, fakeclaim us, send us gore and threats and suicide bait, threaten to make false reports of tax fraud against us (yes, this is a real thing that happened to me once), openly wish for our deaths, use any and every excuse they can to delegitimize us, compare us to slave owners and Nazis, demonize the tools we made for ourselves while using them for themselves or even claiming credit for their creation, mock our terminology, run us off emergency hotlines, even get us institutionalized – don't you know that's what "support" looks like, you silly little blogger that we will spin into either a helpless, manipulated child that must publicly admit every trauma they've ever endured to justify their existence online, or an evil, manipulative bigot that denies the latest science (no matter what those articles actually say), depending on whatever suits our latest narrative?

I know plurals personally who have had to choose between being open + receiving help they need... and remaining housed. Remaining fed. Remaining safe. And we can't even point out that a character is plural representation because then people clamber over each other about how plurality in media is never anything more than a metaphor – unless, of course, it's from a horror franchise. Then, at least, we might get an admission that they're sorta almost similar to DID, except totally not, so don't worry about it, there's nothing more to see here.

Where do you even begin when there's so much to talk about and yet just calling pluralphobia "systemic" causes people to start spitting out denials and dismissals and erasure at the speed of light?

I am an optimist because I have to be but oh my gosh it is fucking hard to be sometimes.

(Not looking for cheering up on this post. Please keep any reblogs on-topic regarding pluralphobia and erasure.)

[pigfacedbitch]

Let's Break Up (II)

summary : you try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend.

word count : 0.5k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Leo Valdez / Frank Zhang / Will Solace x Reader

warning/s : none

here is my masterlist! Part I is composed of Jason, Percy, and Nico.

Leo Valdez

"I don't love you anymore. I want to end this."

He will think it's joke but when the 'I'm kidding!' never comes, he tries not to make a big deal out of it.

Just chill and shrug like he was expecting it to happen.

"Oh well, if that's what you want."

He will overthink every situation where you acted suspicious; rejecting his affections, flirting with other guys— you know... signs of possible cheating or interest in other people?

Not that he doubts your loyalty but Leo's sense of inferiority can cloud his judgement; it's himself he is unsure of.

I'm not enough for her. There are better guys out there. I'm supposed to understand. Thoughts like that.

You better say it's a prank right away! Because once you let him go, he will probably cry and lock himself in Bunker 9.

You had to knock continuously on the metal door and sing like Anna in "Do You Wanna Buid A Snowman?" for Leo to get out.

"It's just a prank, love. I'm sorry."

He lets out quiet sobs when your eyes meet, but he's obviously relieved.

COMFORT HIM AND NEVER DO IT AGAIN.

Frank Zhang

"Listen, this relationship is not working out anymore. I want to break up."

Now, if you've watched the part in American Psycho where Patrick Batman breaks up with his fiancee then you'll be able to picture this.

Frank will cry, loudly at that. It will catch the attention of anyone nearby, embarassing you.

He won't hold back. No, no, no, my friend. There will be whining and any other loud noises any human in pain is possible of letting out.

Did you instantly think you are an idiot for doing this? Yes, sir! 😊😙

"Frank, quiet down!"

"Oh gods, (Y/N) doesn't love me anymore!"

"I do, it's just a prank!"

Stops immediately, dramatically wiping his tears with a smug look on his face. With your mouth agape, he walks away from you like an action star in a explosion movie scene.

"Next time you try to prank me, don't tell anyone beforehand!"

"...Damn it, Hazel!"

Will Solace

This lovely son of Apollo is always busy due to his medical duties in Camp Half Blood so he truly cherishes the short moments he gets to spend with you.

In other words? Don't fucking waste his time.

"Will, I think we should break up."

He had encountered many campers pretend sickness for various of reasons— wanting to escape cleaning duties, skip training, and many more.

He will see through your lie. He always does.

If you decided to pull this prank AFTER he got to rest from the infirmary, he will just give you the don't-try-me-bitch look.

If you picked BEFORE he got to rest, you're dead. Expect him to throw medical tools at you.

Don't worry, not sharp ones. Just the scabs, cotton balls, and such.

It can be annoying though, not mention the scolding Chiron will give you later for wasting inventory materials.

"Will, stop it!"

"Take it back!"

"Sorry, it was just a joke."

The man very tired, okay? Stop with the nonsense and just cuddle with him. The gods know he desperately needs it.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Nero Protecting You After You're Injured

Nero X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, injuries, reader thinks she's not going to make it

Word Count: 800

Nero stuck close by your side as you stumbled along beside him. Dante had been overwhelmed with work and so it was up to Nero and you to take on the newest mission that just came in. Loading up the van with all your tools, it seemed like it was just going to be another normal mission. Easy and quick with no problems on the horizon. Until more devils poured from out of nowhere and you both were severely outnumbered. While Nero did have some devil blood in his veins thanks to his father Vergil, you weren't so lucky. Now sporting gashes in your side from razor sharp claws, you were doing everything you could to keep from bleeding out. Nero was having a hard time controlling himself. As soon as he heard you cry out in pain he went berserk and you almost couldn't calm him enough to think rational. You needed medical attention and with enemies closing in on every side and giving chase, it wasn't looking good for your chances. Your blood loss was beginning to take effect on you as you fell to the ground. Blood seeping through the fingers you held to your side, you sighed while pain wracked your body.

"Get up," Nero snarled slashing at another devil, cleaving it clean in two.

Your head lolled up, taking in the angry and panicked look on Nero's face. "I'm tired Nero."

"I don't care! Get up we can't stay here," he revved Red Queen sending sparks flying from the sword. You could hear the devils getting closer, but you were in no shape to fight. Despite being an amazing fighter you feared that even Nero was far too outnumbered. In your eyes there was only one solution, though you knew he would disagree and completely refuse.

"You're going to have to leave me Nero," you coughed.

"Not happening," he roared pushing back the hoard.

"I'm just dead weight," you chuckled before spitting blood.

"Shut up!"

"Nero," you tried again.

"NO!"

You groaned, "Why are you so stubborn?"

"Cause I refuse to leave behind one of the people I care about the most. You're not going out this way! I'm getting you out of here so shut up already!"

"Wow I didn't know you truly cared?"

Nero scoffed before sprinting down the middle of the hoard of demons. The devils gave chase and Nero transformed, his Devil Trigger always leaving you stunned as he moved through the hoards. Red Queen a blur as the bright wings upon his back slamming enemies backwards, giving him a chance to take out as many as possible. The devils began to retreat, seeing the slaughter Nero unleashed upon their unfortunate comrades. Without a second to lose Nero quickly scooped you up and sprinted from the area. You were beginning to lose the battle and your consciousness was fading out. Nero laid you inside the van before leaping in after.

"Nico get us out of here," Nero barely slammed the van door shut when the inventor jammed down the gas pedal. "To the hospital right now!" Turning from Nico Nero looked back down at you. Blood seeped into the floor and your skin turning pale. "Stay with me okay."

"I'm trying Nero," you mumbled. "I'm very sleepy."

"You're always sleepy. I think you'd like an occupation that paid you for taking naps," he teased.

"That would be nice," you agreed. "Hey Nero."

"Yeah?"

"Don't be sad if I don't make it."

"What kind of talk is that," he glared giving your hand a firm squeeze. "You're going to make it because you're too stubborn to leave me alone to make bad decisions by myself."

"That's true," you grinned while your head moved back and forth with the jolting movements from Nico's driving. "Thanks for protecting me."

"Always," he kissed your forehead. "We're almost there so just keep hanging in there."

"I will Nero," you squeezed his hand back. "I'll keep on fighting for you because we've both lost enough in this world. No sense in losing anymore."

"I'll hold you to that."

"We're here," Nico called and Nero raced out of the van. Nero only breathed a sigh of relief when you were in the building, being raced into a room where medical staff began to treat you immediately. He collapsed in the middle of the hospital later in relief when they said you would make a full recovery. Nero vowed to keep you safe and promised to keep you from coming to harm. He couldn't go through something like this again. To protect you and everyone from the evil that lurked in the underworld that's the one goal he wanted to accomplish.

[beemochi-art]

You also said that Ratchet is the way he is because of Sentinel Prime, can we get a bit more info on that pls?

Yah I can talk about Ratty! (Tw mentions of torture and religious abuse and other super cool and fun things.)

So ratchet was once a most talented medic in all of Iacon. The more he achieved the harder it was for patients to get helped by him. He mostly was reserved to help diplomats. But how often do they get hurt? I mean really.

So Ratchet was just sitting around letting his talents go to waist. He didn’t like that. Since Ratch had so much free time on his hands he left to go find people to help. For free. He went to Kaon and met Drift. He became pretty well know in the community, everyone was pretty protective of him. Drift one day got very injured in a fight, he need Ratchets full attention. While he was working he got a call from his medical center back in Iacon. Alpha trion had been injured and was in need of immediate medical treatment. Ratchet couldn’t just leave drift to die, once drift was stable ratchet rushed back to Iacon. Though Alpha trion could be saved the injury’s he sustained would be permanent, he was now really weak and transforming would be difficult. Ratchet had to admit to his crimes in front of a council. It was suggested he’d be terminated since he isn’t fit to do what he was made to.

Ratchet refused to apologize for helping people that needed it. No matter what they did to him.

But Sentinel had a different plan. Sentinel claimed that Primes could tame all on cybertron and the medic was no exception.

Ratchet wouldn’t brake. He could be beaten, humiliated and tortured but still he refused to apologize for falling for Drift or for helping the people that need it. Sentinel pulled his last tactic, one that works every time. He will leave this method as a last resort as a way to showing mercy. But Ratchet had enough warnings.

This when Sentinels used what is called a Spark marker. The device was a Quintesson tool and there is only one left. It looks simple enough but It is used as a violent form of branding. It is placed directly on the spark, once it is taken off the Spark it will leave a black triangle on the frame, it cannot be buffered out because the mark run so deep, it can only be covered. It causes horrible amounts of pain, possibly shortens their lifespan and blanks the processor, memories get jumbled and confusing, equaling hallucinations. Ratchet had dreams of Drift telling him to wake up. Or would see him standing behind Sentinel as the harm was inflicted. He’d call out to him.

After many times of this happening, Ratchet’s mind and soul broke at some point. Ratchet promised to be loyal and that he was sorry. Sentinel wasn’t convinced through. He asked if Ratchet would rather Drift be the one being marked then him. A broken and defeated Ratchet said yes, as long as it wasn’t done to him, they could do whatever they wanted to Drift. He said this thinking Drift was in the room with them, mocking and his pain. Ratchet hates Drift now and blames him for all of that, at least he thinks he does.

Ratchet isn’t the only one who had this done to have been marked before. Both Nightbird and Soundwave have the same thing but to different degrees. Ratchet though is by far the worse case.

But back to Ratchet….

He took ratchet with him on expeditions with the knights. Ratchet worked tirelessly to be a model servant. Sentinel would reward him in various ways that would help him, forget that mangy Drift. Unfortunately….

He may not act like it sometimes but he believes that they are gods among men. There is nothing a Prime could say or do wrong. Literally anything asked of him he would do. (Idk if any of you watch Steven universe but Ratchet is like Pearl is with the diamonds.)

All that torture he has endured (by the way still causes him mental, emotional and physical suffering.) he thinks he deserved and is better of for it.

Ratchet’s whole mindset has been rewritten. He’s more of a servant that just so happens to know how to be a medic. He’s serving Optimus now who makes his job of being the holier than thou mentally stable one, a lot harder. Ratchet has benefited more with Op because he can let go a little bit more. Plus Op doesn’t ask him to do things that are Humiliating or Cruel. He is treated like an equal, which it Ratchet, isn’t right.

[ethereallyjade]

Pick a Song: How to Build your Confidence

Choose a photo that calls to you and the cards will tell you a message. As always, this is just for fun. Do not take anything seriously or above legal or medical advice. If you're interested in personal tarot readings and want to support me, check out my Paid Readings! Masterlist

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ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝟙

the boy is mine

I'm feeling hesitancy. "Take some time and you'll get there."

Be more spontaneous and outgoing. Say yes more often (when comfortable ofc) and a whole new you could very well emerge.

I'm seeing painting or writing, some sort of creative hobby that involves a tool of some kind or maybe ink.

You have talents and you should be using them in competitions, or at the very least putting your work out there for others to see.

Be an artist, and more importantly, own it.

Your work should be filling you with excitement, not dragging you down. Do something that makes you happy, it's been too long. Or maybe travel a little. Do something that actually excites you and fills you with ideas and passion, then you'll be that much closer to a feeling of fulfillment.

Channeled Song: Kissland - The Weeknd (Yo, as I was looking for the song, I saw the show 'You' pop up. Maybe you should go watch it on Netflix or something, especially considering the pic you chose lol)

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝟚

MILLION DOLLAR BABY

Okay, I'm already getting that you're pretty smooth with it.

"Just keep being you, baby"

I feel a cocky sort of energy, a smirk, something flirtatious. Maybe you're good at flirting or you should allow yourself to be more flirty.

Okay, after pulling the cards I'm seeing two different ways to interpret this pile.

One. You are holding yourself back from your own happiness. You are already everything you want to be, but you hold yourself back and put on a face for everyone. You act so mature and independent that you don't allow yourself to have fun, and in order to feel more happy, you need to ease your control over yourself and just allow yourself to feel in the moment and have fun. Worry later. Allow yourself to be excited again!

Or two, you're the complete opposite and you need to get more control over yourself. Maybe you have a bit of an ego, or trust too much, or have ridiculously high expectations. Sometimes you go too hard and end up embarrassed or people start talking about you and you're inability to stop. If this resonates, then you need to have a little more independence and maturity. This will grant you the freedoms and money that you need in order to thrive and glow in the future. Your hard work will bring you abundance right now, then in the future you'll look back and realize all the things you thought you had were actually really fake and how much better things are for you now. You are already great, but you could be more. Create some stability and realness in your life, honey.

Channeled Song: Burning Down the House - Talking Heads

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝟛

BOA

"Take it slow" "It's okay to make mistakes"

Are you a perfectionist? A little hard on yourself when you mess up? Allow yourself to make mistakes.

Girly, you are already great. Don't let your spirits die. Don't let your talents die.

I'm feeling that you've been really down lately; loss of faith and hope, loss of optimism.

I know it's hard to just get more optimistic, especially when you've been let down so many times, but I'm seeing that you just need to hang on a little longer, push a little harder, because something great is about to happen just around the corner.

Don't fool yourself. You hold all the power that you need. I know you're tired, but you still gotta be the one that gets up and makes a difference in your life. Just trust yourself, and trust your talents. You will get there.

You've been through more than enough challenges lately, but I'm seeing that the answer to your problems is actually very simple: Just step away for a moment. The reason you can't overcome is because you're not allowing yourself to use you talents or creativity to their fullest potential. You put too much stress and pressure of yourself and it's not allowing you to be at your best. Take some time, de-stress, don't think about the issue at all, then come back and you'll be more than ready. Pressure only boils you down. Take time to flourish and you'll be everything you need to be.

You are already everything. Just let yourself breath and you'll realize nothing ever needed to change about you, because you already have it.

Channeled Song: Disturbia - Rihanna

[monotonesmile]

Hello!! can I please request a platonic tfp ratchet x cybertronian reader

Where way back in the war in Cybertron, ratchet had a sparkling (which is reader) and a decepticon attack happens and the reader goes missing, ratchet believing that his own child is dead loses hope.

And now on current time on earth an autobot pod shows up, and when the team goes to investigate they find the reader inside in stasis, all grown up.They bring the reader back to the base and ratchet is genuinely shocked to see his child alive and well after and he reunites with his child after so long

Just know that if aren't able to complete this request just know that it's completely ok ^^ just make sure to take care of yourself author

Lost & Found

[Ratchet & GN!Cybertronian!Reader]

[Word Count: 2662]

[Warnings: Mention of death and injury]

[Fic Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic]

[Notes: Ratchet is a dad, always has been, always will be. I’m so sorry that this took a while, had to take a break for a bit, but I hope you enjoy!]

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The brutal war that has played their planet and home kept Ratchet busy with injured bots and soldiers, it was to be expected for him, he’s a field medic, he was always going to be busy with helping the Autobot cause survive another day of war. Even so, he’ll always make sure to keep his only sparkling close by, keeping them safe by either keeping them in one of the many Autobot bases with someone to watch over them, or they’ll be following him as he works in the medbay, like a little duckling, though it was obvious to any passersby that they were taking interest in the medics work.

It was surprisingly often that they tried to mimic what Ratchet did as a medic, though they used little devices and broken machinery as their “patients”, as if trying to fix them like Ratchet fixes injured bots in the medbay. Ratchet did notice his sparklings intrigue when it came to repairs and fixing items, and he helped fuel it by bringing them broken machines, knowing it would make them excited, a rare sight to see in the war.

“Here.” Ratchet set down one of his many broken tools next to them, hearing them click in excitement as they took the broken tool, already looking it over for ways to repair it while he sat down next to them. “Find what’s wrong with it yet?” He wants to help teach them, but also wants them to figure it out on their own.

“Mhm! The wires are broken and some circuitry is fried. Plus the broken metal.” They were already trying to pull out the things that couldn’t be repaired, placing them to the side so they’ll remember what they need.

Ratchet was glad that they had taken interest in his work as a scientist, not a field medic, he didn’t need them to see everything he has, he didn’t want them to experience the loss of someone when you were the one meant to save them. So, he’ll continue to guide them down the path of a scientist, or whatever they choose to be when they’re older.

Regardless, he knew he had to keep them safe and far from the destruction raging across their planet, but then again, nobody is safe when it comes to war.

Ratchet was away on a field mission, busy patching up injured soldiers as explosions and gunshots raged outside the makeshift medical area they had set up on arrival. He had just finished helping a wounded soldier into the medbay when he got a call, the base where he had left his sparkling in the care of others was attacked, there wasn’t much left standing and nobody knew who survived, they needed their medic. The news made Ratchet call out of the mission he’s a part of and rush back to the now crumbling base as quickly as he could, and once he arrived he was met by other Autobots pulling survivors from the burning wreckage, it was clear that the base was targeted, this was no accident.

The air was filled with sparks and the sour taste of smoke, the smell of burning metal surrounded him, it was a horrid sight, the sound of people yelling and screaming for help filled his audio receptors, but he couldn’t focus on that, he couldn’t see his sparkling among the survivors.

“Hey!” Ratchet rushed over to one of the responders at the scene, worry and panic filling his head as he tried to find their small frame amongst the crowd. “Where’s Y/N? Have you seen them?”

“I’m sorry, but no, there’s so many people under the rubble, we don’t know how many people or who are under there. We set up a makeshift medical area in the surrounding buildings.” The responder shook their helm, they didn’t know where his sparkling was, but they returned to pulling people from the rubble, leaving Ratchet with his thoughts.

“Scrap…” The horrifying knowledge that his sparkling was still missing, likely still under the rubble, made his spark stutter in fear, he didn't know where they were, let alone if they were still online, so he joined the search for survivors with the hope of finding his sparkling.

Cycles pass as he searched through the rubble, pulling survivors from the wreckage, pulling some offline bodies too, but he hadn’t found them yet, he needed to know if they were alive, he need them to be alive, he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if they were killed in the attack, but he knows, if they aren’t online…he would at least want to see them one last time, to be able to give himself that comfort at least. The last memory he had of them flashed through his mind as he dug through the wreckage of the base, they had been so excited to show him something they were fixing when he returned from his mission, but the reality was setting in, they’d searched through every possible piece of what was left of the base, and nobody had found anymore survivors.

Which left Ratchet with nothing, no comfort or peace, no body to bury, all he had was the knowledge that he had lost his only sparkling to this war. Something he’ll never be able to forgive himself for.

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Stellar cycles had passed since the Autobots had left Cybertron on the Ark and landed on Earth, stellar cycles since the loss of his sparkling, he hadn’t moved in from their death, no parent would, it hurts too much to move on, but he can’t dwell on the pain either, so he drove himself into overworking and helping his team to avoid the crushing pain and grief that nestled into his processor, even if he knows it’s unhealthy and his sparkling would be disappointed in him for it.

Of course, Optimus had noticed his oldest friend overworking himself, he knew of the grief and loss that the old medic was suffering from, he’s been there himself, but the Autobot leader knew that he couldn’t comfort a mech that did not want to be helped in the first place, so, he only provided what he could, making sure Ratchet at least took care of his needs, regardless if it was the minimum.

The base was actually quiet for once until a alert came from their scanner, making Ratchet walk over to see the issue, at first assuming it to be something to do with the Decepticons again, he was surprised to see the signal of an Autobot escape pod that had crashed somewhere on the planet. The team had quickly mobilized to ground bridge to the crash site, Ratchet gathering his first aid to follow along, who knows what condition the Autobot inside would be in, he’s still a medic, and it’s just something else that’ll push the grief further back into his mind.

Luckily when they arrived through the ground bridge, weapons at the ready, they found no Decepticon at the scene, but there’s no telling how long that would last, they needed to move quickly. They hurried over to the unopened stasis pod, finding the surrounding area was charred with flames, trees had been snapped like twigs, the ground was dug up and destroyed from where the stasis pod crashed down from the atmosphere, the metal still not as the door slid open.

The team didn't know who to expect, it could be one of their old friends, but for all they know, it could be a Decepticon who used an Autobot escape pod to get away from something, they did have Smokescreen arrive in a Decepticon stasis pod after all. Though, they calmed down, lowering their weapons when they saw the Autobot insignia on the frame of a Cybertronian they couldn’t recognize.

It took Ratchet a moment to even process who was in the stasis pad, he had instinctively started to search their frame for injuries with his optics, but when they had stepped, stumbled, out of the stasis pod, it clicked in his spark just who he was looking at, this wasn’t some soldier or old friend, the bot that stumbled onto the earth beneath their pedes, rubbing their helm, likely disoriented, was none other than his long lost sparkling, the one he thought died so long ago, that he blamed himself for.

“Primus…my helm…” They shook their helm, disoriented from the travel in a stasis pod and then the crash landing on Earth, while trying to reorient themself they accepted the help of a rather chirpy yellow mech, who helped them to stand. “Thank you…” They muttered as the yellow mech responded with beeps and whirrs, helping them out of the crater.

But for Ratchet, he was left in absolute shock, his sparkling was still alive, fully grown and alive in front of him, he almost couldn’t believe it, it felt like a cruel dream, but no, they were here, they weren’t dead, but they were different, their frame was larger, fully grown, covered in scars and old wounds as if they faced the war firsthand. It was a painful sight, he didn’t know which hurt more, the obvious pain they went through while he assumed they were dead or that he had completely missed out on their entire life.

He was frozen in shock as Bumblebee helped them through the ground bridge, but he jumped, blinking as a heavy servo set itself on his shoulder, glancing up at Optimus who looked down at him with a concerned gaze as he spoke. “Are you alright, old friend?”

“Fine…I’m fine…” Ratchet muttered, his processor was aching as he shook his helm, shaking Optimus’ servo off his shoulder before they followed through the ground bridge after the team.

He wants to talk to them, he has so many questions going through his processor, but his job as a medic comes first. Bumblebee had helped them to the medbay, letting them sit down before he walked away so Ratchet could get to work checking on them. Optimus kept everyone else from bothering Ratchet as the medic walked into his medbay, grabbing his supplies to scan their frame for any injuries.

As the scanner ran over their frame, Ratchet couldn’t help but notice all the damage that had occurred to them, not to mention how big they had gotten, he really did miss out on everything didn't he? Thankfully, he found nothing when checking for any injuries, just the old scars that littered their body now.

“You’re good…” Ratchet sets down his scanner, giving them a clean bill of health before sitting down across from them, staring down at his trembling servos. “How…how are you alive? Where were you…?” He needed answers, he needed to know how he could’ve possibly missed them after cycles of searching the wreckage for their body.

They sighed, their shoulders drooping slightly as they fidget with their servos, just as they did when they were little and nervous about something. “When the base collapsed I got lucky, I hid under a table which stopped the debris from crushing me…others…weren’t so lucky…” They spoke in a whisper, as if they wished they didn’t remember the sound of their friends and allies getting crushed by the collapsing building.

“You…were alive, the entire time…? How come we couldn’t find you?” Ratchet could see the recollection in their optics, the frown in his sparkling’s face making his spark squeeze in such a forgotten pain.

“I managed to crawl out, it took a while, but I got out,” They sigh, shifting as they lean back against the wall behind them, glancing away as the memories flood back into their processor. “But when I got out, nobody was around, I was disoriented, probably from a concussion or energon loss, and I made the mistake of walking away from the area. I obviously got lost, couldn’t find my way back, but I did find a group of survivors that helped me survive til we had to leave Cybertron.”

Ratchet listened, his spark aching as he hears them describe what they went through, and the lingering feeling that he had failed them as a sire, he should’ve kept looking, he should’ve looked around the surrounding area, but he didn’t even think that they could’ve crawled out of the wreckage.

“I’m sorry…” He couldn’t help but apologize, he felt as if he were at fault for everything that happened to them, that he should’ve done better. “I…I should’ve done more to find you when we couldn’t even locate your body…” He was horrified to know that he and the search crew had just completely missed them, to the point that not a single person had seen them wander off.

“Why are you apologizing?” They looked back at him with a slight grin on their face. “It wasn’t your fault, if anything, I somehow managed to do all the wrong things in a disaster situation! I left the area while injured, I didn’t make contact with anyone after recovering, I think I did worse than you!” A short snicker escapes them as they cross their arms. “Besides, you did your best…and that’s all I could’ve asked for.”

“You did…didn't you?” Ratchet huffed out a quiet laugh, finally looking up to meet their optics, no longer were they innocent and soft, and yet, that same brightness was still present, they never lost that spark. “Primus…I missed a lot, didn't I? You’re so grown…” He mutters with a bittersweet smile, they were alive and grown, healthy, but he missed out on so much in their life.

“Ha! Trust me, you didn't miss much! It was just so much growth pain and my alt mode became more prominent in my frame.” They laughed, not a small one, but a true, boisterous laugh, one that made his face lift up in a smile.

“Yeah? I see your alt mode developed correctly even if you didn’t have the proper nutrition for it.” Ratchet chuckles, resting his elbows on his knees as he takes in that this is reality, and while he missed out on part of their childhood, he won’t be missing their adulthood this time.

“Yeah…just had the scraps, but I got extra cause I was just a little sparkling.” They snicker before shaking their helm, looking up at him. “I had missed you everyday, ya know…and I’d like it if we could try to return to normal? Even if it’s kinda impossible now, but…it’d be nice to work on things together again.” They smiled a little at him, it had been so long since they had worked on something together, even if it was just a small device, like when they were on Cybertron.

“Well…” Ratchet hums, rubbing his chin as he glances at the pile of broken devices in the corner of his workshop that Bulkhead had broken with a slight grimace. “I have been needing a lab partner…” He turned back to face them with a smile as he watched their eyes light up, they always loved to fix broken things. “And who better than my own sparkling?”

“Well then, shall we get to work then, sire?” They grin, getting up from the med bed they had been sitting on, clearly happy to get back to work and a semi-normal life.

“Trust me, there’s plenty to work on, Bulkhead has a knack for breaking my stuff.” The old medic chuckles as he gets up, picking something out of the pile of broken miscellaneous objects and handing it to them, his spark warming as he hears the familiar term that he had almost forgotten after all this time.

After so long, he finally has the comfort and peace he needed, his sparkling alive and well, working with him in his medbay. It almost didn’t feel real, but it was, and it always would be now, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to them this time. His little family is back together.

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[Masterlist]

[sky-scribbles]

There are a lot of things to love about the SSV Normandy. It’s a symbol of cooperation between two species historically at odds. It’s a miracle of engineering, a technological masterpiece that could alter every pattern of space warfare. Its crew is the highest calibre that the Alliance has to offer, bolstered by multispecies allies: an emblem of flying hope.

It also has far, far too many flashing lights. Everywhere.

One hand pressed to the wall to keep himself steady, the other pressed against his forehead as if that’s going to do any good, Kaidan shuffles down the hall toward the med bay. Every light panel and display interface feels like a laser drill boring directly through his eyes, sounds reverberate against the inside of his skull, and his sense of balance is a distant, pleasant memory. Kaidan sucks in a tight breath between his teeth. It’s going to be okay. He can do this. He’s done it before.

He drags himself the last few feet, and the med bay doors slide open. Kaidan opens up his omni-tool – god, why are those so bright, too? – and does what he’s done a hundred times, scanning the medical interface so that the med system logs him. Doctor Chakwas isn’t here, which means she’s on her rest shift, but that’s fine. The med system will alert her if there’s a problem.  

Kaidan, turns, so ready to collapse into the nearest med bed – except he can’t. Because there’s someone already in it.

‘Oh,’ he says. ‘Hey, Tali.’

‘Hey, Lieutenant.’ She still seems shy about using his first name. Maybe it’s a habit from being raised on board ships, or maybe she’s just not sure if she’s allowed. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I will be once the pain meds kick in.’ Kaidan makes it to the next bed along and finally, finally lies down and shuts his eyes. ‘Doctor Chakwas is just… pretty strict about me coming here whenever a migraine kicks in. Just in case it’s a sign of something going wrong with my implant.’

Through the fog of everything hurts, it finally surfaces in his brain that Tali in the med bay is… that’s bad, right? ‘What about you? Are you, you know –?’

Okay, he’s not sure how to finish that sentence. There’s probably not a polite way to say hey, are you here because you’ve picked up a fatal illness?

He cracks one eye open, just enough to see her looking glumly at him. He’s not sure how he can tell that she’s glum when all he can see is her eyes, but yeah. She’s glum. ‘You know how I took a hit on Feros?’

‘Yeah.’

‘And how I disinfected it, and used my patch kit on the suit breach, and told Shepard I was fine?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I was not fine.’ She slumps down miserably. ‘My throat is full of painful slime, my sinuses are on fire, and my halesh –’ Okay, that’s obviously some piece of quarian anatomy – ‘is more gummed up than I can describe.’

Kaidan shuts his eyes again. ‘Well, my skull feels like it’s slowly contracting and crushing my brain, so… I sort of feel you.’

She laughs weakly. ‘I should have run an extra med scan once I got back to the Normandy. I just – I wanted to help with the engine maintenance today. And there’s this combat drone design I’m working on. And now…’ There’s a sound of movement; Kaidan gets the impression that she’s gesturing at the med bay in angry helplessness.

‘I feel that too.’ And he does. He really does. This isn’t the worst migraine he’s ever had – he can actually hold a conversation, which some days would be beyond him. But it’s… it’s not great. And he had things to do. Ash was running a drill and wanted him to look over her plans. He had a cleaning shift at fourteen hours. Shepard wanted to talk strategy for Noveria.  And yes, he knows he has a right to take time off for a medical issue. He knows he’s no use to Ash or Shepard or anyone when he can’t even walk in a straight line. But knowing that doesn’t quite get rid of the squirm in his belly, the one that feels like letting people down.

Tali’s quiet for a minute, aside from the ever-present, barely-audible hum of her suit systems, and the occasional sniff from behind her helmet. Then she says, unexpectedly, ‘I’m just… I’m so tired. You know what I mean?’

Kaidan’s head throbs. He swallows. ‘Oh, yeah.’

The constant vigilance. Always having to be careful about where he goes – is this room too bright? Is this one too loud? – in case something triggers another bad spell. Taking hits to the head in a fight that anyone else could just shrug off, but that for him mean another trip to the med bay to make sure his implant isn’t damaged. Trying to do his job and suddenly finding, no, he can’t, because his body has decided that today’s the day he just doesn’t get to function.

Tali… she must go through the same awful deal, just in a different flavour. Always being careful, so careful. Someone else’s minor injury being her okay, let’s get a med check to make sure I won’t die. It’s not the same, of course: Kaidan can eat food without filtering it, touch people without protective layers, see people’s faces without a tinted mask. Still… there’s a tone in her voice that he knows from his own.

There’s a heavy silence. Then Tali says, ‘You know what’s really stupid? I left my datapad in my cabin, so I can’t even watch vids.’

Kaidan smiles. He’s seen her down in Engineering, a few times, hands flying around over the machinery, rocking back and forth on her heels. Idleness obviously doesn’t suit her. ‘You can borrow mine, if you like.’

‘Really?’ Her voice is already brighter. ‘I mean – won’t the noise will make you feel worse?’

‘Nah, I’ll be good.’ He’s not just saying it; there’s a blissful numbness creeping through his head which means that his meds are finally getting to work. He fishes the datapad from his pocket, taps in his passcode, and hands it over. ‘What kind of vids do you like?’

Her whole being perks up – tone, body, everything. ‘Oh, all of them.Any genre, any species. I mean… asari vids can be a bit long. I mean, they’re made by people who can spend a decade making a vid and a whole day watching it. Turians… their vids can be a bit depressing. There’s a lot of ‘this war ended with almost everyone dead, but one turian is still standing, so it’s a victory!”

‘What about quarians? What kinds of stories do your people tell?’

A small laugh echoes inside the helmet. ‘Quarian vids are pretty limited by environment. We don’t have a lot of varied sets to work with. So we tell the best long-running dramas. There’s one ship in the Flotilla that’s been hosting the same series for over eighty standard years now. Following the crew as they change over time, that sort of thing.’ She taps the base of her helmet. ‘It’s pretty good, but… I think if you watched it, you’d think there were a lot more explosions, murders and shipwide romantic entanglements in the Flotilla than there actually are.’

‘Human dramas are like that too.’

Tali laughs. ‘Quarian dramas make human dramas look relaxed.’

Kaidan finds he’s actually able to grin. ‘So what do human vids tell you about us?’

Her helmet tilts as she considers. ‘That you’re very individualistic. I mean, not every human culture. But you put a lot of focus onto characters and personal journeys.’ She scrolls down the datapad screen – looking through vid lists, presumably – then stops. It’s hard to tell, but Kaidan thinks she might be frowning. ‘I did notice… in a lot of human media, the biotics are…’

Another insistent pulse of pain through his temples. Kaidan sighs. ‘Crazy extremists?’

‘Yes. Do you… do you mind if I ask why that is?’

‘No, it’s fine.’ Kaidan turns onto his back and stares up at the dim ceiling. ‘A lot of the early generation of biotics, the ones who got the same implants as me… let’s just say I got off lightly. Most ended up with much more serious medical conditions. And when people found out about the side effects of the L2 implants, the media got the bit between its teeth and –’ Yeah, no, that wasn’t going to translate. ‘Sorry. Human saying. They got a certain impression, and they ran with it.’

Tali’s quiet for several seconds. Kaidan twists his head to face her, and sees the pale eyes behind the mask giving him a long, steady look.

‘I’m sorry,’ she says. And then, after a moment, ‘They tell lies about us, too.’

Kaidan holds her gaze, and feels terribly, achingly sad. ‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘I bet they do.’

 The way people look at Tali as she walks through the Presidium… it’s familiar. Not quite the same. There’s a note of scorn in the looks they give to Tali – but there’s suspicion, too, and that’s something he knows. All the times back on Earth, after he got back from Jump Zero, when he shook someone’s hand or opened a door, and their eyes found the implants. They way they stared at him like he was a loaded gun. All the documents he had to fill out to do anything, the knowledge that any government he lived under would always be hovering a few steps away, keeping tabs, making sure.

Remembering Rahna – remembering that obvious, instinctive fear in her eyes – is an old memory now, the kind that’s a faded scar. But he remembers the shock of it, back when he was seventeen. When no one had looked at him like that before, and it was dizzying and new and felt like a hole in his gut.

He bets Tali has that hole in her gut all the time.

Kaidan pushes himself up a little – which makes his brain spin, but he manages it – and gives Tali a smile. ‘Well. Let’s look for something that gets us both right.’

‘Definitely.’ She flicks through the options for a minute more, then pauses. ‘Have you ever seen Fleet and Flotilla?’

‘I think I’ve heard of it.’ There’s a faint memory of seeing an ad for it, maybe, and thinking it was the kind of thing he’d have loved as a kid. Space exploration. Justice. Love. ‘The… war romance, right?’

‘Yes!’ Tali’s legs bounce. ‘It’s – keelah, it’s so good, it’s – it’s about this girl, Shalei, who’s on her pilgrimage. And she’s interested in the geth, because she’s got this dream of finding a way to defeat them and take back the Homeworld, right? And when she finds something, she goes to the Citadel for help, but no one will listen except this one turian called Bellicus –’

‘Hold up. Wasn’t that… exactly what you were doing when we met you? Minus the turian, I mean.’

Tali ducks her head, suddenly shy. ‘I… I really, really like the vid.’

No kidding. Kaidan smiles. ‘So let’s watch it.’

His head still feels like a bombsite, and when he thinks about all the things he wants to be doing for his crew and isn’t, the rest of him hurts too. But maybe he’s still doing something for his crew, sitting in the med bay with his sick squadmate – his sick friend – and sharing her favourite vid with her. Maybe he’s doing something for him, too. He doesn’t do that too often.

Tali props the datapad up on the table between their beds, her whole body one big smile. ‘You’re going to love this,’ she promises, and presses play.

[maniacwatchestheworld]

Things to do with Jack and Maddie without them being abusive

As someone who actually likes Jack and Maddie as characters (I'm a fervent shipper of Maddie/Jack/Vlad), it's a real bummer to see so many people out there deciding that for their DPxDC AUs that Jack and Maddie are abusive, when that really doesn't represent how they are in canon. Now I fully acknowledge that doing this can be a very useful tool for telling certain types of stories, and if you want to make a story about recovering from abuse and finding a new found family, all the more power to you for that! But for any other type of story where them being abusive isn't necessary for the backstory of the story you want to tell... It's just a bummer to do that, y'know? If you don't want to tell a story with Jack and Maddie in it, that's entirely fine! I'm not asking you to. But there are ways to get rid of them without making them abusive or dying. Of the two, I personally would prefer them dying (I just like the story potential of that, especially as far as Vlad is concerned). But there are plenty of easy things to do with them to keep them out of the story that don't require them being abusive or dead! So I'm here to give a list of things that can happen to them (that have precedent within either Danny Phantom itself or the DC universe) that keep them out of the story that don't require much explanation as well as some other ideas for what you can do with them if you have no idea what to do with them otherwise.

Lots of ideas under the cut! (Feel free to take what you want. As always, credit is appreciated, but not necessary. But I would love to see what you do with it!)

If you need them permanently absent so that Danny can get adopted

Fell into the Ghost Zone and cannot be found.

They are gone for whatever reason and Jazz is currently Danny's legal guardian (she's 18 or older and is therefore a legal adult).

While in the Ghost Zone, they accidentally traveled through time/got transported somewhere where they can't get home easily.

They got severely Joker gassed and are in medical care. (This is actually what happened to Duke's parents!)

They got severely Scarecrow gassed and are in medical care.

Went insane for some supervillain-related reason and are now missing/in medical care.

They were kidnapped by a villain for some reason.

They were kidnapped by a villain and are currently in a lotus-eaters simulation and therefore don't even know that they've gone missing.

Abducted by aliens.

They got wrapped up in some supervillain bullshit and now have amnesia and are unable to recognize Danny and Jazz.

They got magicked into something that can't take care of Danny and Jazz.

They were experimented on and are now incapable of taking care of Danny and Jazz.

Some cosmic entity did a whoopsie that effected Jack and Maddie and now they're in a condition/situation where they cannot take care of Danny and Jazz.

Got arrested and are in jail for some reason.

Were arrested and sent to jail for a long time. Have since joined Task Force X/the Suicide Squad for lienency.

Got hit by a stray Zeta-Beam and are now on some alien planet.

They got teleported somehow. We aren't certain about the details.

They fell into a hole to another world.

They no-clipped out of their normal reality.

Stranded with no way home.

They somehow ended up on a different planet. They are just hanging out with Space Cabbie now, who is just having a ROUGH day and can't find Earth for whatever reason.

Inducted into a Lantern Corps and are VERY busy because of it!

Coma.

Effected by a debilitating illness/disease/condition that makes them incapable of taking care of others.

They were forced to go undercover for some reason and therefore vanished. (Letting their kids know is optional)

They were forced to go undercover for some reason and were forced to fake their deaths.

They died, but came back to life. Danny has not been informed of this.

They got possessed by a superhero or supervillain who just wandered off with their bodies.

They got separated following a disaster and haven't been able to find each other again.

They've been retconned to hell and back again to the point where no one is entirely certain where they are, what they're doing, or even if they're alive anymore. Don't worry about it! Only mention them when it's relevant and the rest of the time we aren't going to bother explaining what's going on with them. If they are mentioned, accounts of where they are and what's going on with them are contradictory.

They're around, but will go unseen throughout this story

Any of the situations in the previous section, but it only happened to one of the parents, and the other is just too busy working and taking care of the kids by themselves.

The same as previous, but they also moved to Gotham.

Retcon things so that the events of Danny Phantom actually happened in Gotham City all along. (Maybe Amity Park is like... A suburb in the greater Gotham area.)

They went on vacation/were hired for a job that would take them away from home. They left Danny and Jazz to be taken care of by Vlad. Vlad is an asshole, so they ran away from him.

They went on vacation/were hired for a job that would take them away from home, but now that Jazz is over 18, she's been left in charge.

Put into Witness Protection by the government/the Guys in White.

Danny and friends have graduated from high school and are now legal adults, perhaps in college.

Danny's whole family moved to Gotham City. They're just at home/working during the events of this story.

Jack and Maddie have been hired to do some work with the Justice League and need to be away from home for an extended period of time. They have left a member of the Justice League to take care of Danny and Jazz in the meantime.

Fieldtrip/school trip to Gotham City.

Danny is old and responsible enough that Jack and Maddie trust Danny (and/or Jazz) to travel on their own. His parents are just a call away if he needs help.

Jack and Maddie are separated for whatever reason (one went missing/one is working abroad/they are divorced/one died) and the other moved to Gotham and is taking care of the kids in the meantime, but is busy and so will not appear.

Something happened to Fenton Works and the family needs to temporarily stay somewhere else while the problem with Fenton Works is sorted.

The family was driven out of town and they ran off to Gotham to escape the angry mob. (Or at least to wait until things cool down again.)

Jack or Maddie are able to work remotely and so they've moved to Gotham to do so. The kids came along/are visiting.

Jack and/or Maddie were hired for temporary work in Gotham and decided to bring the kids along.

One family member was taken to Arkham Asylum. They moved to Gotham to be closer.

Jazz went to Gotham for college. Danny is visiting.

Danny is sent to Gotham/Arkham for specialized health reasons.

Jack and Maddie have gotten in contact with a specialist that lives in Gotham and are visiting for work-related reasons.

They are on vacation in Gotham and brought the kids along. Danny and Jazz have been let off the leash to go where they want while Jack and Maddie do touristy stuff.

Visiting family/family friends living in Gotham.

They were passing through but are now unable to leave. (Bonus points if it's a No Man's Land situation.)

They were passing through, but were robbed. Jack and Maddie are dealing with the robbery stuff where Danny is off somewhere else.

They were just passing through, but Maddie and Jack got SEVERELY distracted by something and have run off to who knows where!

They are traveling with Vlad and expected Vlad to take care of and watch the kids!

Danny was abducted to Gotham.

Danny accidently ended up in Gotham somehow.

Danny somehow got transported/teleported to Gotham.

Doing an educational trip/apprenticeship/internship over in Gotham.

Danny ran away impulsively.

Some villain threatened Danny's family and forced him to run away from home.

Danny has revealed his secret to his parents, and while they might worry about Danny being a vigilante, believe in and trust Danny to do the right thing and allow him to do what he feels that he must to protect people.

The same as above, but Vlad also came out and is supervising.

They died.

I cannot understate the sheer JUICY storytelling potential that you can have by killing Jack and Maddie off! We already know how it might effect people and events from what we see in The Ultimate Enemy, but there really is limitless potential in terms of ways to twist, turn, and play with things to have different outcomes! Additionally, Jack and Maddie being genuinely good parents that die protecting Danny and Jazz offers lots of ways for Bruce to relate to Danny and Jazz! (He decided to become Batman so that no one would have to face what he did ever again... And he failed...) And the way that they die can offer some lovely different flavors of angst, coping mechanisms, motovations, and learning to deal with their loss. So here are some ideas for how to kill them off!

The universe exploded again, and when it was put back together, Jack and Maddie ceased to exist in current canon continuity. (This happens more often than you'd think.)

Vlad Wins.

They were killed in an apocalypse-level event.

They were killed in the crossfire of some superhero/supervillain fight.

They were taken by some villain. They were killed before the heroes could arrive.

They were killed in a random act of violence/crime. (Much like Batman's backstory. Do this to gain extra points from Bruce.)

Died in prison/after joining the Suicide Squad.

Gang violence.

Any of the previous but Gotham is just THAT dangerous!

Same as any gassing or supervillain plan, but they died instead of being missing or in medical care.

Got transported to a place where they died very far away from home.

They just died suddenly or because of an accident. It happens sometimes.

Things to note

Believe it or not, but your parents can still be in your life AND you can join the Batfamily AT THE SAME TIME! :D

Examples:

Barbra Gordon is very much in the Batfamily and both of her parents are alive and well. She's a very important part of the family, and in the comics, it is not uncommon to see her calling up her dad and talking to him! They'll even call each other if they need help with something. This does not take away from the fatherly role Bruce often has in her life. (She can have 2 dads and good for her for that!)

When Tim initially became Robin, his parents were alive and well. They would later die because comic writers are just like that, but being an orphan without loving parents in your life is not a prerequisite to being Robin.

Duke's parents are also alive! They are under the effects of Joker toxin, but they are alive, and if they ever find a cure for it, I imagine that they would be more than happy to have Duke back in their lives!

Terry from Batman Beyond is not an orphan and was taken under Bruce's wing to be the next Batman! Terry is even going to inherit a fair amount of Bruce's wealth for deciding to take on the responsibility of being Batman. But while his dad did die, his mom is still alive and well over the course of the series! And he has a little brother too! Terry may still be a teenager, but he is a bit of a breadwinner for his household while also still being an important part of Bruce's family. (He is often someone who helps Bruce take care of himself.)

But if the story you truly want to explore requires being adopted specifically... Well... You don't have to be a kid to be adopted! Jack and Maddie can still raise Danny and Jazz into adults and Bruce is able to adopt them later if he wants, once they have been well and established in his family! Hell, you don't even have to wait! As long as Bruce asks permission from Jack and Maddie, they can be alive AND he can adopt Danny! There is more than one way to be in a family, you know! And sometimes it takes a village! And really, would Jack and Maddie really object to Danny being adopted by billionaire Bruce Wayne, especially if Danny really is enjoying his time being a part of his family and if Bruce has been an absolutely lovely person to them whenever he visits?

So I hope that you're able to take some inspiration from all of this for your own stories! If you need some elaboration on what I mean with some of these, or want to ask who could be responsible for some of these and how, feel free to drop on by and send me an ask! I would be more than happy to go into some more detail about these! Happy writing!