#adopt a backpacker

[cyberbyte3d]

[queen-bitchiest]

I just met Ulfe and if anything were to happen to that child I'd kill everything in the Elderwoods and then myself

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Thinking about it him

[spotaus]

That Modern(ish) Tauverse AU where we have Nightmare and his four adoptive sons now has this lil collection of Bad Reference Doodles lol!

[danizmomota]

Traumatized kitties

[out-on-the-road]

on a mission

[weidli]

Girl what the fuck frankly. for the EBOOK ?????

[dollwrites]

I’m just a girl ( I see a kid that is considered to be a horror and I adopt them as my little creepy children )

[kapreart]

Inktober Day 1 - Backpack - Western Tiger Salamander

Kicking it off with a salamander local to the Pacific Northwest! Feathery gills are common in adolescent salamanders and this little fella is ready for school.

Image ID: An anthropomorphic speckled and shiny green salamander wears a blue backpack. A blue scrunchie ties back their feathery gills as if it was hair.

[parleboo]

ghost @thesuavestorange

They were so fun to design and color hhhhh- thank you so much!

[sk3lii]

this labubu craze is so funny nobody in my apt knew about them and we found one just lying outside and took it. and suddenly we have the thing everyone wants. crazy.

[2travelingdogs]

The Stolen Sign and Moldy Backpack

This is Fruitycake. You may have noticed that Girl Person and I took a few hours off yesterday. Boy Person and I had to come to meet Girl Person after she got some supplies. Because all of the buses were full and she was having a hard time carrying it. Even though she didn’t get a lot of stuff, carrying anything for over 20 miles in two days is tiring. And after we got home, she simply gave…

[out-on-the-road]

Just outside Bryce Canyon National Park

[memetic-trigger-hazard]

Talia turns up on her usual bs with yet ANOTHER clone.

Ellie starts vibrating "Is this MY twin? I've been good this year!"

Demon Twins AU but Damian meets Ellie first

So! We have the classic Demon Twins AU, where Danny is the Twin brother of Damian. He was left for dead after a mission gone wrong in a snowy wasteland, with lethal wounds that would kill him within an hour. Damian rightfully assumed that he was dead.

Then one day, at a Gala his father was hosting, he seems somebody who looks exactly like Danyal. They have the same eyes, bone structure, many of the same Mannerisms, and all signs point to this being Danyal. He even takes some DNA and runs a test on it after the Gala. It comes up as a 50% Match to his own, the perfect percentage for a Fraternal Twin (which Danny was, they weren't identical)

He realizes that Danyal must have somehow survived his injuries and found his way to a new family, as improbableas it sounds. But there is one small deviation from the Danyal he knew.

The person at the Gala was a Girl.

In Public Record, she is listed as Danielle "Ellie" Masters, the daughter of reclusive Millionare Vladimir Masters. Which was confusing since Vlad claimed to have had a Son before her first Public appearance.

So he comes to the conclusion that Danyal must be Trans, and went through a Transition. He fully supports his new sister, but he does kind of need to contact her to see if she is safe from the League.

Unbeknownst to him, Ellie is a Clone of Danny made by Vlad back during his whole "Supervillain Phase". After he chilled out and became a good guy, she finally accepted him as a parent and let him claim her as a daughter. (They went to a frankly absurd amount of family therapy to reconcile)

Danny is just living his best life back in Amity Park, when Vlad tells him that some Heroes have been sniffing around his Estate and looking into Ellie's past. He just hopes the Fake Identity he made for her will hold up to scrutiny, it's been years since he made one.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Gotham's Sunshine Child Part 2

Bruce Wayne had received eight adoption petitions. Handwritten. Sloppy but heartfelt.

One came from an elementary school teacher, another from a soup kitchen volunteer. A barista. A retired GCPD officer. A florist. Even a gang member. The wording varied, but the message was the same: Please give Danny Fenton a better life.

Bruce looked into it. Of course he did. And what he found made his jaw clench.

No living with relatives. No guardian listed. No social services contact. No permanent address. Just Danny. Alone.

Except… not really alone. He had Gotham.

They tried, of course. Bruce, Dick, Tim, Jason, even Alfred. They tried to bring him in. They offered him food, a place to stay, clothes, connections, money.

Every time, Danny smiled, thanked them… and slipped away before they could get too close.

“I’m good, really,” he’d say. “There are others who need it more. I’m just passing through.”

Only he wasn’t.

Weeks became months. Danny became a fixture in the city.

A study group in the Narrows, where he helped struggling kids prep for their GEDs.

A rooftop garden in Park Row, planted with the help of reformed ex-cons.

He even worked out a deal with a local clinic to get free first aid supplies and bandages for alley kids who didn’t trust hospitals.

All the while, never asking for anything in return.

And Gotham loved him for it.

One night, Bruce finally cornered him on the roof of the Gotham Public Library.

“Why?” Bruce asked, no cowl, just Bruce Wayne and the boy who had baffled his entire family.

Danny stared up at the sky for a long moment before answering.

“I spent a long time in a place where no one believed I was worth saving,” he said softly. “I got out. Now I want to make sure no one else feels like that.”

Bruce said nothing for a moment. Then, quietly: “You don’t have to do it alone.”

Danny smiled at him. Not his usual cheerful grin—this one was softer, quieter.

“I know. But I think Gotham already made that decision for me.”

And so Gotham’s Sunshine stayed.

Not a vigilante.

Not a hero with a cape.

Just a boy with a battered backpack, a stitched-up hoodie, and a heart too big for his own good.

And the city—the cold, bitter, brutal city of Gotham—wrapped its shadows around him like armor and said: He’s ours. Touch him and die.

Even the Bats knew better than to argue with that.

[pitlanepeach]

I love your work seriously and I have a request!

charles x little sister!reader like she's 15 or smt (maybe adopted idk)

just pure fluff

maybe she comes along to a race for the first time and meets all the drivers n stuff

Baby Leclerc (Oneshot)

Charles Leclerc x Sister!Reader

Summary — It’s baby Leclerc’s first time in the paddock since moving in with her big brother, and everyone wants to say hello.

Notes — I’m using these requests as little writing exercises between longer chapters of my wips and it’s so much fun. Hope you love it anon.

The paddock was much louder than she’d expected.

Louder, and bigger, and filled with so many unfamiliar faces that it made her stomach twist and her fingers twitch at the hem of her sleeve nervously.

But Charles had promised. “Stay with me, ma chérie. I won’t let you out of my sight.” And so far, he’d kept his word. His hand was still wrapped around hers, warm, steady, safe, as he guided her through the crowded areas.

“Okay, that’s the Ferrari garage just there,” he said, slowing to a stop in front of the bright red blur of it all. “Looks very cool, no?”

She nodded, wide-eyed. She was wearing one of her brother’s vintage Ferrari jackets. It hung off of her, but it was so cosy. “It’s huge.”

“You’re tiny, so everything feels huge.”

She elbowed him in the ribs—lightly, but enough to make him laugh.

Then a voice called out from behind them.

“No way. Is this the famous baby Leclerc?”

She turned just as a grinning man in a blinding McLaren kit jogged over.

Oh. Lando.

She knew him from the races, obviously. But also from the YouTube videos Charles let her watch—usually late at night with popcorn when they were supposed to be asleep.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

Lando crouched slightly to meet her height, even though he was only an inch or two taller than she was. “Hi! I thought Charles had made you up to win sympathy points.”

She blinked at him.

“I do not need sympathy points,” Charles deadpanned.

“You do when you qualify P19.”

“Lando.” He cursed.

She giggled.

And the nerves began to fade.

—

By the time Max had given her a familiar fist bump and George offered her a sip of his iced coffee (“you’re a child, you don’t need caffeine,” Charles had immediately protested), she was smiling for real.

She sat in the Ferrari hospitality with Carlos, who insisted she try every flavour of Italian cookie, and played Mario Kart with Mick on her switch that Charles had remembered to stuff into her backpack.

Every time Charles glanced her way, she was either laughing or quietly watching everything, soaking it all in with a curiosity that reminded him so painfully of when she first moved in with him—wide-eyed, unsure, but eager to belong.

“You okay?” He asked as they walked back to the motorhome after lunch.

She looked up at him, cheeks flushed from the sun. Sunblock, he thought with a self-deprecating frown. That’s what he’d forgotten. “I really love it here.” She whispered.

He smiled so wide it hurt.

“Good,” he said, tugging her hood up over her head. Sun protection. “Because you’re stuck with me now. Forever. So you’ll probably spend more time at tracks like this than at school — but we won’t tell anyone that.”

She rolled her eyes but leaned into his side anyway.

And when the race ended hours later—when she waited at the back of the garage, clutching a team radio and bouncing on her toes as he stepped out of the car, sweaty and grinning and exhausted—he didn’t hesitate.

Helmet off. Arms open.

She ran straight into them.

“P2,” he said breathlessly into her hair. “For you.”

She beamed up at him. “I want to see you win, though!”

Charles blinked. Laughed. Shook his head. “Ah. Okay. You are definitely my sister.”