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‘91 Drake Headcanons

Drake makes up different backstories for himself because he doesn’t want to confront his rough past.

Abandoned his old life with his parents when he turned 18.

His parenting style was influenced by his parents- he wants to be the exact opposite of them.

Was a closeted bi for over 30 years until he started dating Launchpad.

Has an eating disorder- anorexia-which is a big reason why he doesn’t eat Morgana’s food.

Since finding out that Megavolt went to high school with him, Drake often wonders if Megavolt and him would’ve been good friends.

After Dead Duck, Drake wrote a will saying he wants Launchpad to take care of Gosalyn.

The reason why he was often mean to LP was to deny his attraction towards the pilot.

Had considered adopting another child, out of his wish to not be an empty nester.

His first career choice was to be an actor so he can play other characters and gain attention.

Leonardo Headcanon

Mine: One of Leo’s greatest wishes is to be a father.

I had a hard time picking 2003 or 2012 Leo for this headcanon, but a friend helped me decide.

So, what made me pick 2012 Leo over the 2003 version was just the vibes or hints the show gave that Leo had this fatherly nature. Plus, did you see him holding baby Karai and having tea time with that little girl? That is true dad power.

2003 Leo was also an option since I read a lot of fics that added the wish to be a father to his character. It actually works well with him.

What do you guys think? 😊❤️TMNT

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"You're here to look at the werewolves?!" the lady at the counter looks baffled out of her mind. You're already petrified, having had to develop all the courage you possessed to even walk up to her and say that. It's not like your intention to adopt a werewolf was lacking, it was just that your confidence in your own self was diminishing with the stunned look on the receptionist's face.

You nod, swallowing down the panicky overthinking in your brain, clutching your bag strap tighter for help. The lady still looks like she hasn't heard you right.

"Y-you want a werewolf pup?" she asks, face paling ever so slightly.

"It's cub, not pup," you automatically correct, before flushing a bit in embarrassment. You were a journalist, after all. Grammar was your first priority over everything else.

"Why?" she asks, almost incredulously.

"Is it wrong to want to serve society?" you raise an eyebrow at her continued surprise, feeling your sarcasm come out. You weren't eager to delve into the real reason behind your trip with a stranger.

"I-well-alright then, I suppose, I'll show you to the werewolf pup- I mean, cubs' den," the lady says with uncertainty, getting up from her seat behind the counter. Her flat heels click irregularly on the tiled floor as she keeps glancing back at you when you follow her, as if concerned that you'd magically disappear.

"Here it is," she nods, stopping in front of a two-way mirror that offered a view into a room that's big enough to house an elephant.

You really have to give credit to the orphanage management, because for all the fear that humans possess concerning werewolves, they certainly did their best to recreate the little canines' natural environment for maximum comfort. Two large dark faux trees are in two corners, and the false roots made of plaster of paris cover the floor, creating an uneven ground for the cubs to climb and run over. A large rocky outcrop sheds a corner of the room, where blankets that look like leaves and soft mattresses that look like rocks make a sleeping area for the cubs.

"We're not trying to treat them like animals," the receptionist says quickly, seeing your surprised expression, "It's just that, most of them come fresh from the forest, when their parents are killed by illegal werewolf hunters. So when we try to introduce them to human environments, they resist and struggle. It's more comfortable for them to be in this man-made natural environment."

You nod again, understanding the concept. Werewolf hunting has been made illegal decades ago, ever since humans and werewolves struck the bond that decreed that neither species would harm each other. But that doesn't stop certain people of the ancient beliefs from venturing out and hunting them down.

There's about 8 cubs around the room. 2 are cuddled up in a corner, sleeping with their arms tightly around each other. They look like perfectly normal humans, perhaps 5 years old, one in a dress and the other in a shirt and shorts.

"Those are the twins- Toby and Thalia. They're the youngest in the group," the receptionist says, following your gaze.

"Who's that adventurous one on the tree?" you ask, a mirthful smile playing on your lips as you watch one elder cub jump and grab one of the lower-hanging branches, swinging himself up with difficulty.

"That's Alex. He's always been like that. I'm afraid his story is a bit tragic. He's been kicked out of 5 foster homes already," the receptionist says, expression softening. You can empathise with her. Even if humans feared werewolves, it didn't nullify the natural sympathy and compassion that welled up in every being's heart.

"Oh no, he's wolfing out," the receptionist suddenly says in a panic, looking into the room with concern.

You look in and realise that one of the cubs is lying on the floor, curled up in foetal position, shaking and crying. The others are around him, trying to see if they can help, offering him leaves or rocks.

"I need to get the vet," the receptionist says hurriedly, rushing down the corridor, and you really have to appreciate her for being able to run at such speed in heels. You look back into the room, and see the kid struggling, the first signs of grey fur blossoming over his scalp. He's in pain, hands shuddering, face shining with a sheen of sweat, breath coming out in short, rapid gasps. Your heart wrenches as you see the poor boy turning into a werewolf so painfully, and instinctively, you walk around to the door, yank it open, and rush to the cub.

The others make way for you in surprise. Most of them are below the age of 9, but one of them is 13.

"Who are you?" she asks, standing in your way, doubt and suspicion making her voice caustic.

"I'm here to help," you raise your hands in surrender, "Your friend there needs help."

"He has all the help he needs with us," the girl says firmly, folding her arms, glaring up at you with intensity and fierceness.

You sigh in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. You were never great at handling kids, having always been overly blunt and awkward. Handling werewolf children seemed out of your territory. You're starting to really doubt if you could handle adopting a werewolf cub seeing your inability to even talk to one normally without getting annoyed.

"He's in pain, isn't he? What are you doing to help him?" you ask dryly, putting your hands on your knees to bend down to her level.

"Whatever it is, it's better than what you humans tend to do," the girl hisses, "All you do is kill our parents and then leave us here to grow up alone and disloved."

"Unloved," you correct instinctively, before realising your mistake and feeling like an idiot. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to correct you-" you try to say quickly, but the girl looks like she's going to burst into indignant tears.

"You're so mean!" she cries, "You humans are so rude and mean to us! What have we ever done to you?"

You wince, wishing you could take back your words and approach this situation more tactfully. But you can see the young cub still struggling behind the girl, and your heart chides your brain mentally for being an idiot.

"Look, sweetheart," you sigh, kneeling down, deciding to be honest, "I have nothing against you. I came here so I could bring one of you home and make that special little cub the most cherished child on the planet. I'm not here to harm you, or be mean. I'm terribly sorry for reprimanding you earlier, but if I don't help your friend now, he could be in serious trouble. Please?"

The girl looks uncertain, and she probably didn't understand half the words you said, but she moves aside, and you sigh in relief as you quickly get up and rush over to the shaking boy.

"Okay sweetheart, listen to me," you say, pulling the shaking cub the straight way up. He's so thin and small as he's wolfing out, he fits in your lap. You sit cross-legged on the forest floor of the room, pulling him properly into your lap and cradling him in your arms. His ragged, warm breath hits your neck as you hug him close, trying to give him comfort.

"Listen to me, can you hear me? I'm here to help. Can you hear me, darling? Just nod, can you understand me?" you whisper softly away from his ear, so that his sensitive werewolf hearing wouldn't magnify your voice a hundred times.

He nods softly, whimpering as the fur covers his arms and his bones start melding and changing.

"Alright, so, can you tell me three things that you can see?" you whisper.

He shakes his head, wincing and shivering as his shoes fall off, claws growing from his small toenails.

"Okay, okay, never mind. I've heard that your hearing is very good. Can you tell me three things that you can hear?" you ask, changing your tactic the second he stops responding.

He's hesitant, but he slowly whispers, "I can hear your breathing. I...I can hear everyone else's heartbeats. I...I can hear...the wind outside the window..."

"Okay, keep going. Don't think about what's happening to your body, just listen. Tune into everything that's going on outside," you say in the hopes of distracting him.

"There's people outside. Two people...are running here...They're still far...the tiles are loud...the human babies are wailing...everything's so loud all of a sudden..." he whines, covering his rapidly enlarging ears.

"It's alright, focus on the soft voices, sweetheart. Focus on our heartbeats. Listen to your friends' heartbeats. Isn't it calming?" you whisper, cradling him closer. He sniffles, fully covered in fur now, yet he doesn't look like a typical werewolf.

"I-It is," he hiccups, snout snuggling into your soft shirt for comfort, "They're regular. They're...nice."

"Then focus on those. They're periodic, 72 beats per minute. Time your breathing with that. One breath in every..um, 15 beats. Can you do that for me?" you say, hugging his head closer and ignoring the in-house vet and receptionist who've just rushed into the room and look as shell-shocked as if you yourself had become a werewolf.

He nods, and you count slowly for him. Gradually, he shifts from listening to his friends' heartbeats to listening to your words. His breathing evens out as the transformation completes.

You'd expected a wolf cub, at the very least. But the little creature whom you're holding in your arms is nothing more than a puppy. He's almost asleep, comfortable in your arms, tired after his first transformation.

You look up at the other children in confusion, not bothering to question the vet. "Are all of you like this in werewolf form?" you ask slowly, not wanting to startle them. The cub in your arms is a little grey puppy. Yes, he has wolfish characteristics. But if anyone had seen this little adorable fluff-ball on the streets, they wouldn't hesitate in petting his head and feeding him treats.

"Of course," Alex nods.

"I thought...werewolves were, you know, werewolves," you frown a bit.

"That's a very outdated notion," the vet speaks up, catching everyone's gaze, "Due to intermingling of werewolves with humans and other species, the original characteristics of werewolves are quite lost."

"So you're telling me that people are afraid of these cute little babies?" you raise an eyebrow, still hugging the boy in your lap close to you.

The vet and the receptionist hesitate. They're clearly not used to such an abnormal response, and you sigh in annoyance, facing the cubs instead.

"So none of you become ravenous or blood-hungry on full moons?" you ask carefully.

"Never," the eldest girl scoffs, "We don't even always turn on full moons. All the mixing of bloods has really messed up our schedules."

"Ma'am, you can give Lucius to us now-"

"No."

The receptionist falters, hands retracting as she offered to take the boy from you. "I'm sorry?"

"I said 'no'," you repeat, a firm look on your face, "I'm keeping him. I'm adopting Lucius."

"Oh, alright then. Should we begin with the-"

"I'm not finished," you interrupt, having no idea where your sudden burst of confidence has come from, although you have a lurking suspicion that it has come from your renewed determination to improve the lives of innocent werewolves.

"I'm keeping Lucius. And Toby. And Thalia. And Alex. And all the others," you say, the glare in your eyes daring her to challenge you.

She looks mind-blown, to say the least, as if her most outrageous dream had come alive before her eyes. The vet looks...concerned for your health.

You almost worry that she's going to stop you, when she suddenly gives a small smile.

"Alright, Ma'am. Shall we begin with the formalities?"

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"Mom, mom, mom," Lucius is all but yanking your short burgundy hair, desperate to get your attention.

"If the house is not burning to pieces, I don't want to be woken up," you groan, covering your face with the pillow as you try to fall back asleep.

"Mom, come on, please please pleaseeee, just wake up," Fariah whines, begging you and shaking you.

"Alright, alright, you little tricksters, I'm awake," you laugh, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as Fariah pulls you up to sit on the bed.

"Mom, come on, we need to ask you something for our school project, " Toby says quickly, and Thalia smacks him upside the head.

"You dunce! You weren't supposed to tell Mom so quickly!" she hisses at him, feeling proud for having learnt a new way to call her twin a stupid person after reading some of your more lazily written articles.

"Thalia, I'm happy about the vocabulary expansion, but we agreed that your twin is not a dunce," you say strictly, raising an eyebrow. Thalia murmurs 'sorry' to Toby, who looks annoyed that she smacked him on the head. Even though the twins are both 13, Thalia's just an inch taller, and she wastes no opportunity in bullying her twin because of it.

"So, what do you need for your school project?" you ask, pulling up your legs to sit cross-legged on the bed.

"I don't need it," Lucius says haughtily, "The twins and Fariah need it."

Lucius has been on Cloud 9 ever since he turned 14 and he got to officially announce to the world that he was older than the others.

"Alright, alright," you laugh, "What do you need?"

"Well, Mom," Fariah starts, nervously twiddling her thumbs, "Our hearing is always a hundred times better than yours. And...we can never hear your heartbeat. So, we were wondering, why can we hear everyone's heartbeat but yours?"

You know that this is not a school project. That was just an excuse for your kids to ask you a question that had probably been gnawing at them for days now. You breathe out heavily, knowing you'd have to answer the question someday.

"I was stabbed once," you admit softly, pulling Toby close to you so he could hear more clearly, "I was in the forest, hiking, and I came across this...madman. Drunk. Raving. Blind as a bat with rage over something trivial. He had a knife, and before I could even attempt to get away, he stabbed me right in the heart."

"It was painful, yes. I couldn't feel anything, and I could sense the life draining out of me. The guy was probably going to stab me again, when someone else burst into the scene. He shoved the guy away and threw him off me. He sent the guy crying for his mama. I didn't even realise what had happened - the suddenness of it was too disorienting. I was on my knees, gasping for breath, when he saved me. I must have passed out, because when I woke up, I was in a cot, wound stitched up and bandaged. He had brought me to his home and healed me. I was forever indebted to him for saving my life. I had to spend some days in his home itself because I still didn't have the strength to walk on my own from all the blood loss. In those few days, I fell for him harder than I have fallen for any other person. He was the strongest and kindest person I had ever met, and he felt the same way. He shared his struggles with me, and I shared mine. We were madly in love, I'm afraid," you give a wry chuckle, "But...his solution to my heart was only temporary. I needed proper medical treatment if I were to live. I told him that I could get to the hospital on my own, that he'd get into trouble if he came with me. But he insisted, and he took me to the hospital as my heart literally failed. He was so scared that I wouldn't make it, and I was so scared that he'd get blamed for what happened to me. Unfortunately, only one of our fears came true," you smile sadly, cuddling Toby's back closer to you.

The cubs are quiet, wondering how this love story was related to your heartbeat. You realise that you'd deviated madly from the topic and quickly correct yourself, "So, I had to get a pacemaker and a whole lot of transplants and transfusions. It took me 5 months just to get out of bed without my heart being overexerted. The reason you can't hear my heartbeat is because the pacemaker is too low for your ears."

"Why did the guy you liked get blamed for what happened to you?" Lucius asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern.

"Nobody believed him," you shrug, giving a rue smile, "By the time I got out of the hospital, it was too late for me to help him in any way. No one even told me where he was, what happened to him, where they took him. All I know is that he was punished for no fault of his..."

It's been 10 years since it took place, yet your heart always burns in your chest as you recount it. The cubs look sad and confused, so you try to cheer them.

"But in a way, it also turned out to be a small blessing in disguise. Because after that, I decided to visit the orphanage to adopt certain children. And guess who God gave me?" you ask teasingly, grinning.

"Us!" Fariah declares happily, her innocent sweet 11 year old voice making you laugh.

"Yes, I got you little munchkins," you laugh, tickling her so she giggles and falls on the bed on your lap beside Toby.

"But how did his punishment lead to you deciding to adopt werewolves?" Thalia asks, tilting her head and cocking her ear up in the air to hear your answer better.

"Sweetheart," you smile softly, "Even though a human stabbed me and nearly stopped my heart forever, the one who really stole my heart was a werewolf."

When you adopted an orphaned werewolf cub, you expected to end up with a ravening blood-thirsty monster. Instead, you ended up with a fairly normal kid who occasionally becomes an adorable puppy.

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This is the redraw of my old one horsy adopt which, unfortunately, no one bought

POSSIBLE OC ADOPTIONS!?

You read that right! I have a few sans au oc’s that i have no plan in using and will be giving away for free in the future once i get some things settled. I don’t know the exact number of oc’s there are but its a few. They don’t really have designs and if they do it was probably drawn on paper (which im horrible at traditional btw). They will have pre made names and designs. I just want you to credit me as the original owner/maker and let people know that you have adopted them. These were random oc’s i made out of boredom maybe they will have a little backstory but for the most part its random. They were made with a generator that i made (by hand. Irl.) Soooooo....If your looking to adopt a sans au i randomly made look out for the future! Feel free to ask me anything about this!

Prompt #18

A story about the most feared Supervillain in the world, who somehow adopted a kid. It had been a total accident. The kid (now their kid) just had these hugh sad eyes. Puppy-eyes. The villain may be evil, but he is not a monster.

He didn’t mean to adopt a kid.

And then he adopted another child, because their kid had been so lonely and the villain never liked only-children (they were always so vain - kind of like the heroes).

The third child hadn’t been an accident. Because three is a lucky number, alright.

With the forth child the villain realized, that they might have a problem. But all these kids needed them and the villain somehow really likes being a parent.

The villain never meant to adopt a child - now he has adopted five little kids.

What is life like as a single parent of five and a secret identity as the most feared supervillain? Stressed. Definitely stressed.

Prompt #7

You (a normal human kid) have been adopted by a vampire.

Note To Society #9

If you are pro-life, and want to ban gay and lesbian couples from adopting, than you really aren’t helping those children you claim to care for. Keep this in mind.

I am officially announcing that I will adopt Claudia and Soren because their father is truly useless in his role.

They are too precious to stay with him. Who's with me?

Me: I don’t know if I ever want to be pregnant, I’d rather adopt a kid or two that are a bit older

Someone: Are you SURE? Older adoptees present UNIQUE CHALLENGES

Me: We are discussing human beings not digital pets

It’s a series

When Tony Stark shows up on May Parker's doorstep to get spiderman to join him in Germany, he doesn't expect ...well, May Parker.

A story in which both Tony and May are lonely and a cup of coffee in the afternoon leads to another cup of coffee in the morning.

Happiness (it's in your heart) by

moonchild2593

Because there will never be enough Christmas cheer.

some women who are blessed with the ability to carry children are not deserving of motherhood

many women who unfortunately lack this ability are extremely deserving of motherhood.

i am always told how i'd make a wonderful mother. my husband reminds me ever day, but i know i can never give him biological children. and i can't help but feel lesser for that.

on the bright side though, i guess we can adopt kids into a loving and stable home.

Hope

IMAGINE: I have no absolute way to describe this fluffy mess of a story. I hope it’s sweet enough that it’ll give you cavities. WORD COUNT: 1.4k

“Jason! I swear to god; stop leaving this damn mask around!” You exclaim.

You had just found this creepy mask made to look like a rotting human face in your dresser. Your lovely boyfriend thought it was funny to constantly hide this horrible costume around the apartment the two of you shared. Jason always got a kick out of it.

Jason emerged from the bathroom, his face red from laughing. “I-I’m s-sorry babe,” he choked out, wiping a tear as he did so. “I couldn’t help it!”

Rolling your eyes, you grab the mask and toss it in his face. “You dick! You’re going to make me late!” Rummaging through the drawer, you find a dark blue t-shirt. “Aha!” You exclaim. “Thought you could hide from me!’

Pulling out the shirt, you quickly tug it on before heading towards the kitchen. You hear Jason follow you quietly as you prepare your lunch.

“Do you have to go?” He whined childishly. Playfully glaring at him, you nod.

“Yes, you know Brett would kill me if I didn’t. I promised him I’d be there today.”

“Why?” Jason grumbled again.

“The shelters’ been down on workers lately, and most people are too busy to volunteer. I said that I’d put in more hours to even it out.” Hearing him groan again, you cock your head.

“What’s the matter, you big baby? It’s not my fault people don’t enjoy working with animals.” When he doesn’t reply, you shrug your shoulders. Finishing up your lunch, you search for your keys.

“Can I come with you?” Jason pipes up.

Pausing in your search, you look at him curiously. “You?” You ask, amazed. “Badass Jason Todd wants to help at an animal shelter?” Jason shrugged meekly before smiling.

“I’m bored. Besides, it might be nice to help for a change.”

“Brett! We got company!” Your boss poked his head out of his tiny office and grins when he sees the two of you approach.

“Well, I’ll be darned!” He exclaimed, letting his country roots show. “Now who is this young gentleman?”

“I’m Jason,” your boyfriend introduced himself. “I’m here to help with whatever you need.” Brett clapped his hands and cheered.

“Thank heavens. We’ve been needing volunteers lately.” Jason looked to you, a smile playing at the edge of his lips.

“So I heard; now what can I do for you, chief?”

Your boss quickly explained that all they had fed the animals, and all that was left was to interact with the dogs. “Now boy,” Brett directed Jason. “You need to watch yourself around Charlie. She’s sensitive. You can’t keep your back to her for long.”

After Brett left, you calm Jason down. “Don’t listen to what he said. Charlie’s a sweetheart. You got to give her time to warm up to you.”

Soon, you approach the kennels, where the dogs greeted you with much enthusiasm. Chuckling, you grab a bag of dog treats.

“Here.” You hand Jason a meat stick. “Give this to Charlie.”

Glancing at the row of cages, the anti-hero raised an eyebrow. “Which one is Charlie?” Gesturing to a certain kennel, you head over.

As you get closer, the dog inside doesn’t budge like the others do. Jason follows close behind.

Getting to the door, you open it. The dog still doesn’t move. “What’s wrong with her?” Jason asked curiously.

“Charlie… She’s had a bit of a rough past. Worse than the other dogs here.” Nodding his head, your boyfriend knelt beside you.

“How come she doesn’t have a label on her cage like the others?”

You observe Jason as he eyes the white-furred canine. “Her name isn’t actually Charlie. We just call her that because her… Previous owners didn’t give her a name. She doesn’t really respond to anything we call her.”

As Jason lowly whistles, you watch ‘Charlie’ perk up her ears. The pitbull hesitantly turns her head, causing your boyfriend to gasp.

They scarred her face; several marks ran across her face in perfect symmetry. Her eyes were a vibrant blue; they seemed so bright until you noticed the left side of her face. The fur was gone, leaving only pale pink flesh.

“She used to be a fighter,” you explain gently, holding out your hand. You watch as the dog flinches but continues to reach for your open palm. You practically coo when she leans into your touch. “We consider her lucky to be alive.”

Jasons silent, so much so, that you hesitate to ask if he’s okay. You’re surprised when he shakes.

“What kind of monster does that? What sane person turns an innocent creature into this… This weapon?”

Taken aback by his response, you look at your boyfriend with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Jason shut his eyes. Sensing his stress, the pitbull slowly approached the door.

Amazed, you watch the dog nudge the anti-hero carefully. When he doesn’t react, she tries again.

Jason’s anger melts as he opens his eyes. The pitbull’s stubby tail wags as she leans against him. You watch as your boyfriend eagerly responds; gently scratching the sides of her neck to rubbing her ears.

“She really likes you,” you tell him, watching the way the dog melted into Jason’s touch.

“How long has this beauty been in here?”

“About five months. Soon to be six. Usually, when people come in here, they want a puppy or a ‘proper’ looking dog. 'Charlie’ here doesn’t fit the bill.”

Jason continues to shower the dog in affection as you say your hellos to the others. By the time you finished your rounds, the brunette was still with the broken puppy.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” You ask him, feigning anger. The playfulness fades away as you watch the two.

“You’re really attached to her, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, but even you know the answer. A blind man could see the bond beginning to form.

“Why wouldn’t anyone want this sweet little thing? She’s perfect.” Jason rubs her head once more before turning to you. You can already see the wheels turning in his head.

“You want to get her, don’t you?”

His cheeks turn red as Jason stutters. “W-well… She could use a n-nice home. And you always wanted a dog. She’s perfect. We can give her the life she deserves.”

Joining in, the dog gives you kiss after kiss, coaxing you to adopt her.

“Well you are adorable,” you tell her, teasing Jason. “Is that a yes?” He asks excitedly.

If that man had a tail, it would probably cause a tornado with the way your boyfriend was acting.

“I’ll go get the paperwork from Brett.”

“Sign here,” Brett directs you and Jason. As you write down your signatures, your boss pulls out another paper.

“Now, since you want to adopt a dog without a name, you can call her whatever you want.”

Jason looks to you hopefully, silently begging you to let him choose. Smiling, you nod.

“Go for it.”

Ecstatic, he quickly presses his lips to yours before turning to Brett. “I think Hope seems like a fitting name.” Hearing him talk, the pitbull’s ears perked up.

“Hope. Not bad son. Not bad at all.”

Brett prints down the name with a smile. You watch as he stamps the paper with ease, adding his signature soon after.

“There you go,” he tells you, handing you the official papers. “You are all free to take Hope home.”

Jason looks ecstatic as he brings Hope out to the car. A smile never leaves your lips as he helps her into the vehicle.

“This is where you are going to sleep,” Jason instructs Hope. He points to the foot of the bed. “You can get as many cuddles as you want.”

“Cuddles?” You ask him. “Since when do you use the term cuddle?”

“Since I wanted to. Ok?” Your boyfriend asked in a rush, hiding his pink-tinted cheeks.

The two of you then calmly watch as your new pet inspects the home. Deciding it was suitable, Hope faced you. Her muzzle lifted at the sides as she eagerly wagged her tail.

Today was a good day.

Little prince

It’s absolutely crazy to me that jk shitling wrote snape and Harry’s relationship to be an absolutely PERFECT, and I mean like it was a divine sign from god, potential adoption relationship, and then she destroyed snape by giving him an incel fueled “redemption” and then had him killed so he had no way to repair his relationship with Harry.

If you are not convinced, PICTURE THIS:

Severus snape: tired, angry, slytherin, cold to everyone and everybody alive except lily evans which is why I said alive, in danger from being double spy death eater, selfish, cruel, master at potions, professor, weighed down with guilt and grief for his best friend’s death which he basically caused, fueled by hate for James potter and the other marauders, was abused by his father, master at occlumency, lives alone with no other family, has no friends, traumatized, hates Harry for looking like James, in the Order

Harry potter: tired, angry, hot headed, loyal, gryffindor, has only two friends, no loving family, orphan, horribly abused by his shitty relatives, traumatized, in danger from Voldemort and everything else that exists, savior complex, looks like James potter (except his eyes of course), hates snape because he’s a terrible teacher, manipulated by dumbledong, sees his classmates and friends die, kind of in the Order, has no parents

THIS IS PERFECT. THEY FIRST HATE EACH OTHER SO THERE IS TENSION AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS. THERE’S YEARS OLD GRUDGES SO THERE’S DRAMA. THERE’S VOLDEMORT SO THERE’S A THREAT. There is trauma and abuse so there’s hurt comfort. None of Harry’s friends understand his bond with snape so there’s that kind of reflective property of what they used to be like. Best of all they are forced to hide their relationship in public so it’s funny and also loving.

Snape is cold and alone and oh no James potter reincarnated is his student and oh no he’s actually not like his father??? How is he supposed to hate him now??? And the boy is also an abused child like he once was?? SNAPE MUST SAVE HARRY AND ADOPT HIM.

I’ve read a billion severitus fanfics on ao3 and they all have classic things that happen it’s like the Bible at this point.

Snape and Harry hate each other at first. Then there’s an incident (usually always from Harry’s end) that makes them hate other more and they are usually forced into isolation together (either at snape’s house at spinner’s end or shell cottage). Then something happens and snape gets hints that Harry isn’t the pampered prince he was prepared for and the professor slowly discovers Harry’s terrible upbringing (which sometimes reminds him of his own terrible upbringing). There’s occulmency and nightmares for more hurt comfort. Then something dramatic and tense happens regarding the Order/ Voldemort and Harry gets in danger/ pain/ peril, which snape saves him from. After that there’s sometimes a part where snape reveals his tragic backstory and relationship with lily, which makes Harry hate him again for indirectly killing his parents. Then they reconcile and Snape brings up adoption. THE END.

ITS PERFECT. THERE IS LITERALLY NO BETTER CARETAKER FOR HARRY THAN SNAPE (once he stops being a shithead that is).

List of ao3 sveritus fanfics that I love:

I, Your Glass by koppelkat: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28872054/chapters/70825338

Crime and Punishment by melolcatsi: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24102232/chapters/58018174

O Mine Enemy by KirbyLane: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29013294/chapters/71209311

Of Mice and Men by ahhhhhh_ahhhhhhh: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43700836/chapters/109889461

Travelling Companions by OutriderIvyHill22: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57104065/chapters/145235671

Knowing the Pop Trolls' habits of terrible parenting, Val being a lost Pop baby who was adopted and raised by the Rock Trolls actually makes way too much sense.

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