A Writer With Writers-block

•she/they • Over the age of 18 • Can’t spell • Writing fanfics when I should be studying • I’m a multi fandom mess • Racists, homo-& transphobes be gone with you •

[homunculus-argument]

The fact that animals that care for their young will sometimes adopt others' lost or orphaned young to raise along their own is just funny to me. I know that it's all hormonal and there's no conscious thought involved in it, but the internal logic of it is so funny.

"Baby = success. More baby = more success. I have one baby and I found four other baby. I have five baby. I am being so fucking successful right now."

[ghost-guard-13]

Ghosty Prompt! Where I shall dump old fanfic ideas/scenes/summaries because I will not be writing them anymore but I don't want them to waste away :) If you would like to use these prompts or base something off of them, please tag me or let me know so I can see what became of them! (x readers can of course remain that way or be replaced by an OC or other canon character of your choice) For more, search the 'ghosty prompts' tag in my blog!

Foggy's Theory (Foggy Nelson & Vigilantes (+Fratt & Spideypool))

Summary: Foggy had a theory.

He hasn't even told Matt yet. Maybe not ever.

The vigilantes of New York are cats.

Ideas:

"And what is your opinion as a man of the law and citizen of this city of this menaces?"

"Oh they're menaces alright. But more like cats."

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After deadpool killed someone, he dropped off gifts - alive - for weeks. When Spider-Man forgave him he stuck to him like he was the one with Spidey powers.

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The devil perked up and started running across the rooftops faster than they thought possible even for him.

Tonys drone caught him tackling someone jumping across the rooftops midair, sending them both rolling across the next rooftop.

His victim tried to pry him off. Daredevil bit him.

"Goddammit Red! You know where that's been!"

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New York fed spiderman like a stray cat that tricked you into thinking it was neglected but actually had ten different food sources.

Except he was actually starving most of the time.

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Foggy's seen Matt turn the Punisher into a straight up kitten, purring beneath his hand.

Literally.

Frank fucking Castle let out another satisfyes hum that rumbled in his chest, pressing his scalp further into Matt's nails.

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Inspired by: Courting the Devil by JustAnotherRogueSelkie

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Spidey and Matt are curled up together in a sunbeam.

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Jessica Jones hisses at people. Enough said.

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[bees-with-swords]

"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

[thequeertheatrekid]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87177331

Familial

Summary

“Well,” Elektra said, twirling a dagger between her fingers like it was a particularly sharp pen, “it appears you’ve acquired a boyfriend in need of divine terror.”

“Divine terror?” Matt echoed, rubbing his temples like a man who’d just realised he’d left the oven on.

“The fear of God, Matthew. Basic concepts.” She sighed, as if explaining tax returns to a goldfish.

“The fear of God?” This time it was Matt’s turn to baulk at her. “What do you mean? You want to give him the shovel talk?”

“If you insist on being pedestrian, then yes.”

———

Or

Matt and Elektra grew up together and are now siblings, ‘cause I said so :)

Also Frank is there. He gets threatened.

[mybrainbuzzy]

It was three o'clock when Grian finally got home. The concert ran long, he got caught up in talking to some producer who couldn't take a hint, he ended up having a whole thing trying to get out of his Ariana get up (he was pretty sure those tights were ruined but that was a problem for Future Grian), and then there was the whole thing with Hotguy. So he ended up getting home to the little house with Scar's night flowers in full bloom, exhausted and hoping neither of his roommates noticed how long he'd been gone.

His plans to sneak in quietly were quickly dashed, however, when a taxi rolled up and he watched Scar climb out of the back with his gym bag. At 3 o'clock in the morning. Judging by the way Scar froze as soon as he spotted Grian, he also wasn't expecting to run into him at 3 o'clock in morning.

“What are you doing out?” Grian whisper-shouted at Scar as though he could somehow wake up Mumbo from outside.

Eyes going wide like a deer caught in headlights, Scar stammered through a few unintelligible words before a look of realization followed by offense crossed his face. “You're out too! What are you doing out?” He kept his voice to a loud whisper as well.

The whole situation felt surreal, especially after the night Grian had. The two of them standing outside their house badly whispering accusations at each other at 3 o'clock in the damn morning. He pinched at the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm so tired. Let's just go inside and go to bed and pretend like none of this ever happened.”

Scar's shoulders dropped in relief as he gave a quiet little “yes please,” and Grain finally took the time to notice the signs of exhaustion also clinging to Scar, along with, weirdly enough, a new bandage on his jaw. 

Frowning at the sign of yet another new injury, Grain made a mental note to himself to ask Scar about it in the morning when they weren't both dead on their feet. For the time being, he turned his attention to unlocking the door, hearing Scar come up behind him, and they both slunk into the house hoping not to wake up until noon the next day.

Unfortunately, those plans were once again squandered as they entered the living room to find Mumbo, with concerning bags under his eyes, awake and muttering in front of his laptop. The lights were out so the only thing illuminating him was the flickering light of the muted TV.

Scar and Grian exchanged equally concerned looks before Scar called out a hesitant, “Mumbo?”

Startling like someone had broken a plate, Mumbo pressed back into the couch, wide eyes staring at the other two, before recognition finally kicked in and a manic joy overtook his face. “Oh brilliant, you two are home. You'll never guess what happened!”

That was all Grian needed to hear to know why Mumbo was up, and taking a few steps forward so he could see the TV confirmed it for him. There on the news was the footage of Hotguy literally crashing his concert. Admittedly, from the distant angle of the camera, it was a lot funnier than it had been in person, but Grian still frowned at the reminder.

He looked over at Scar to find Scar also looked vaguely displeased with the TV broadcast, which seemed a bit strange to Grian but he was always happy to have company in misery. 

“Is this about-?” Scar started but didn't get far before Mumbo interrupted.

“I was watching the live broadcast of the Griande concert and just look!” Mumbo gestured wildly to the TV, “He was there! Muscles and everything!”

Once again, Grian and Scar exchanged equal looks, this time ones of weary exasperation.

“There's been no report on why he was there at all! No report on nearby criminal activity, or bomb threats or anything! So you know what I think?”

“He was there watching the concert?” Grian deadpanned.

“Precisely! It's the only explanation!”

“It's really not.” Scar tried.

“Bah.” Mumbo waved them both off and went back to watching the silent TV. “You two know nothing.”

Grian rolled his eyes. Right. He knew nothing. Being the one Hotguy almost landed on and everything, he knew nothing. It was moments like those that Grian was really tempted to just give up on the whole secret thing. It seemed rather unfair that he could have his life flash before his eyes as the city's resident hero crashed through the roof of his stage and barely managed not to crush him, just for Mumbo to stand there and tell him he knew nothing.

Beside him, Scar sighed. “Mumbo,” He started with that gentle tone he tried to use to let someone down easy, “Hotguy, he's a very busy guy you know. Lots of saving the city to do. I just really don't think he would be spending that time watching a concert. Even a Griande concert.”

Mumbo shook his head stubbornly. “Hotguy is just a man. He can have hobbies and interests, Scar. He can't spend all his time saving the city, besides! Look at this!” With that, he spun his laptop around on the folding table to show Grian and Scar the video he had pulled up.

As he restarted it, Grian watched, with a weird sense of vertigo, an outside perspective of his conversation with Hotguy on the stage. After almost crushing Grian, the hero had immediately shot up and helped Grian to his feet with a quiet but panicked apology. Grian's mic had been muted as soon as the crash happened (he loved his stage manager), so the video Mumbo showed didn't have any audio of the actual conversation.

A conversation that mostly entailed Hotguy apologizing profusely and trying desperately to excuse himself, except in his panic he wasn't making a whole lot of sense and Grian had been focused on getting the poor hero to stop looking so guilty, like he'd personally shot Grian with an arrow. Pretty quickly, the conversation wrapped up with Hotguy giving one last apology, saying something about 'ceiling rascals’ and running off, leaving Grian standing alone on the stage trying to figure out what happened.

Without the audio context though, Grian could, much to his chagrin, kind of see why Mumbo had gotten so excited. Grian's attempts at getting Hotguy to calm down and assuring him seven different times that, no, he was not hurt, looked like Ariana giving very gentle reassurances to a panicking hero. They were standing very close, on account of Hotguy almost falling on top of him, and at some point Grian had apparently put his hand on Hotguy's chest (he didn't remember that, whoops).

“And watch this!” Mumbo spoke up again excitedly as Hotguy ran off the stage in the video. “Look at the way she watched him leave! That's pure pining if I've ever seen it.” He declared.

Grian would more describe it as being thoroughly knocked off his boat and staring at a retreating hero trying to figure out if that really just happened and also worried that there were evidently ceiling rascals afoot. But sure. Pining. “Alright Mumbo, if you say so.” He sighed. “You enjoy your-,” he waved vaguely at everything Mumbo was doing, “that. Me and Scar are going to bed. Don't stay up too late.”

With that, Grian turned to head to his room, following after Scar who'd started retreating pretty much as soon as Grian started talking. He heard a, “What time is it? It's three-!” before he finally shut his door behind him. Dropping his backpack, he flopped onto his bed, barely taking time to kick off his shoes. Rather than move any further, he just grabbed the comforter around him and wrapped himself up like a burrito so he could finally sleep.

He'd deal with everything tomorrow. Mumbo's renewed snipping kick, whatever that bandage on Scar was, and hopefully finally figuring out what Hotguy had been doing in the first place, but for now, he was going to go to sleep, and not wake up for at least 12 hours. He'd earned it.

[606iums]

"Felicette, Hello!"

Felicette!

You made it home!

You made it home, Felicette!

You made it all the way to space! 15 minutes, Felicette!

Tell me, Felicette!

Did Orion pet you? Did you run around the rings of Saturn? Did you nap in the little dipper?

I need to know, C 314! How did you survive? What are the effects?

Hush now, C 314 You'll go to sleep now

Will you wake up?

Will you wake up amongst the stars? Tell me, Felicette Tell me if you meet Laika Tell me if you trip over the astronauts of Apollo 13

Don't cry, Felicette Space claims all who have ambitions towards it,

You have a place amongst the stars! Keep us all in orbit, Felicette, Playing with your toys, You'll have many more now, Nine!

Send a postcard, Felicette! Come again soon! Bonjour, and Bonsoir

But most importantly, Goodnight.

[mimzy-writing-online]

Writing a Blind or Visually Impaired Character

A Multi-Step Guide Written by a Visually Impaired Writer and Blogger

I’m hoping this blog will over time develop its own following, and when it does people will inevitably see my bio and notice what I included: I’m visually impaired.

Yes, a visually impaired writer, and I’ve written with two blind characters before so I have some practice in the field.

So, inevitably, someone is going to ask how to write a blind character.

Or, at least, I hope you’ll ask someone who’s actually blind or visually impaired about writing a blind character before you get too involved with your new WIP.

All parts will be tagged #blindcharacter in my blog, and I will add links to every post as I finish each part. Follow my blog for more writing advice.

Note, this post updates fairly often and old versions are still floating around out there. The most current version of this post is pinned to my blog with any new guides or links you might of missed.

As of 24 January 2021, this is the most extensive and screen reader friendly version of this post.

Part One: Crafting the Blind Character

In which I tell you how to begin making a blind character who is more than a cardboard cutout

Part Two: Narrative Choice, Visual Description, Verbal Description, Social Interaction

In which I give you a basic rundown on how to write from the perspective of a character who can’t see and still make the narration descriptive

Part Three: Tropes and Clichés to Avoid

Your blind readers will thank you for not being the 5000th person to do this and manage to actually finish your story. (Do you have any idea how many stories I’ve noped out of within two chapters because of these clichés? A Lot.)

-New- Part Four: Canes, Guide Dogs, and O&M

Everything I can tell you about 1) how to learn how to use a cane 2) how a cane works 3) how to describe what your character experiences with their cane 4) everything I know on guide dogs

Part Five: Small Aspects of being Blind You Never Thought Of

5 January 2021 Edit: This link has been fixed to correspond with the correct post

Or, really, very normal everyday things for blind people, the inclusion of which will make your characters more real and authentic. It’s the tiny details.

Part Six: Should You Cure Your Character’s Blindness? (Short Answer: No)

There’s no way to write a cure for your blind character that doesn’t make blind readers hate you. Sorry. We came here to finally experience a relatable character who experiences the world like us, but none of us are getting cured so seeing this character we learned to love become something alien from us in the end feels like a slap in the face

Why I’m Blind and What I See -NEW-

I thought I’d finally make a post explaining the complicated situation about my vision. Includes an explanation of visual snow and exotropia, two of the three causes for my vision issues.

Writing Blind Characters Falling in Love, an Advice Post:

Someone asked what being blind and falling in love have to do with each other. Honestly, blindness changes your perspective on everything and it makes an impact on every relationship you have. This includes some things that you definitely do not want your character’s love interest to be/do.

Writing Blind Jokes (Should You Do It?)

You know those flow charts of “should you do x?” going around? It’s like that, but screen reader friendly. Should you write blind jokes. It’s pretty complicated and there are a lot of possible scenarios and details to consider.

Advice for Writing Toph Beifong -NEW-

In this I discuss what I would like to see done in fanfiction with Toph’s character after ten years of reading Avatar the Last Airbender fanfiction

A small essay addressing the frequently asked question on giving your blind character a superpower to help them “see.”

It’s became a popular question, so to make the answer easier/faster for everyone to access, I wrote what will usually be my initial answer. Below there are a few links to some notable past questions on this subject.

Mourning My Vision, it’s More than Depression. 

A small personal essay addressing the nuances of the mourning period you experience with a new disability. The mourning period is mentioned in other guides, but this is more detailed.

Dealing with Heightened Senses, a video by Molly Burke with additional commentary by me

While Molly talks about the myths and truths about heightened senses, I talk about the correlation with blindness and neuro-divergency and how co-morbid disorders/disabilities might affect sensory processing.

Satirical Commentary on the phrase “that blank look in their eyes” used too often in fiction to identify a blind character

a:tla, I’m looking at you (and my eyes aren’t blank)

I Found a Lost Piece of Blindness History

My grandmother told me about her blind aunt and how she sent letters. It led me to speculate about all the O&M things people develop on their own but never get a chance to pass onto other blind people. Technology and techniques are lost in history and reinvented, including the white cane ad guide dogs.

Includes a little history on the introduction of guide dogs into the 20th century

The Following are Answered Anon Questions

Making Your Blog More Accessible

Making Links Accessible to Screen Readers

Reblogging to Add an Image Description to Someone Else’s Image

Why I Write Image Descriptions

Writing Blind Characters

Advice for a Character Who was Born Blind

Over-Protective Parents of a Blind Character, Why They’re Over-Protective and How to Avoid Crossing a Line

A Blind Character in Victorian Era Historical Fiction

Is It Bad Not to Have Guide Dogs in a Fantasy/Historical Setting Without Guide Dogs (short answer: it’s not bad)

Someone Asked About My Thoughts on a Medusa-like Character Blinding Herself to Avoid Hurting Anyone

-New- Characters Who Have Recently Gone Blind and Avoiding Inspiration Porn

Talking about Popular Blind Characters In Media

Does Daredevil’s Echolocation Negate His Blindness

Someone Else was Asked How to Write Daredevil Fanfiction

Blind Characters with Superpowers/Fighting Styles

World Setting where the General Population has a Superpower

Superpowers that don’t involve sight, Five questions to ask yourself if this superpower is a bad idea or a good one

-New- Your character would not use a cane as a weapon, it’s a bad idea

D&D/Roleplaying Blind Characters

-New- Animal Familiars Acting as Service Animals and Advice for Communicating with Your DM

-New- Portraying Older Blind Characters + Causes for Vision Loss with Old Age

[thequeertheatrekid]

Item: A Fork In The Road Rarity: ✶ Rare

What video game decision still haunts you?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Accidentally killing my dog in Minecraft

[thequeertheatrekid]

Item: The Glowing Code Rarity: ✦ Uncommon

What video game can you not complete without cheat codes?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

The sims 4

[red-plutoo]

The batkids have no sense of personal space, as in if they’re in a room together they’re laying on top of each other like capybaras do with every other animal they’re in the same space as

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Steph, clipping her nails in the sink: I said it was a bad idea but he’s an idiot anyway

Damian, sat cross legged on the toilet seat: god I can’t believe you dated him.

Jason, from behind the shower curtain: you need to raise your expectations dude

Dick, sat on the counter: you really do

Maps, also sat on the counter: yup

Tim, laying on the floor: stfu all of you.

Steph: no <3

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Duke, re-twisting his hair:

Cass, leaning against him, watching the tv:

Babs, 1st place in Mario cart:

Dick, last place, losing horribly: bro what the fuck

Bruce, doing babs’ hair: language

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Bruce: what are you all doing.

Tim, laying on Bruce’s bed: hi

Duke, using Tim as a table to play cards: hey B

Steph, also playing cards: hey boss man

Jason, reading, waves:

Damian, playing Pokémon, leaning on Jason: hello father

Maps, watching him: heyo

Bruce, sighing:

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Clark, looking around:

Clark: where are your kids?

Micheal: yeah good question

Bruce, rubbing his eyes: good question indeed..

Bruce, yelling: ROBIN

all batkids, from the rafters: yeah?

Bruce: they’re up there

Clark: …

Micheal: …

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Tim, watching a show: I can’t believe he just died

Jason, laying on the couch: me

Cass, sleeping on his shoulder:

Steph, holding Cass’ hand: us

Damian, nodding:

Duke, legs over Tim’s: did we accidentally crash a dead robins meeting?

Tim: probably

[egg-artblog]

GOTTA KEEP 80'S FRATT ALIVE (￣^￣ )ゞ

I hope I did their shoewear justice. Frank's boots were a bit easier because I had clear refs BUT I think his boots changed like twice so I think I merged the two. For matt, I had no clear ref so I tried my best.

AND A EXTRA SKETCH ✨

[taylortaylormoon]

absolutely love rabbot girl dad au with trinity as their adoptive daughter. anyway we all know that trinity loves to make fun of her friends but she loves them so much and with the way her character is written, she’s also protective.

anyway, she’s working at the pitt and one of the patients that robby has is getting aggressive with him, and he’s trying to deescalate the situation, and despite being like a foot shorter than robby she’s already stalking towards the room to protect her dad from the patient and robby is just seeing this situation happen and he’s trying to tell her to leave for her own safety but she’s not listening and it just reminds him so much of jack.

sorry this was long, i just love the idea of the au.

Okay okay okay i finally did it! And I'm happy with it, finally hope you enjoy it! Sucker punch

Trinity's heart is pounding in her chest as she watches her Abba go down, his head smacking against the floor with a sickening crunch. There's a trickle of blood dripping from his head, and he's not moving. He's on the floor, dazed as the patient stands over him. Looking like he's not finished dealing out punches. So Trinity did what her dad would have done; she's acting before she could think better of it. Shoulder-checking the patient with all her might, she doesn't send him flying as Dad would have, but just enough to knock him off balance so she can get between them. The man is bigger than her, definitely stronger than her. She should have backed down when he started to square up against her. The image of this man sucker punching her Abba flash again and again in her head. It's a scary thought, so Trinity doesn't move. The man hesitates for a second, and Trinity's not sure what to make of him, but suddenly, thankfully, Mike and Ahmed are there, a solid presence on either side of her. The two men have the patient pinned; Jesse's giving him a sedative. Donnie and Dennis are pulling Robby, and Dana is hovering over him, barking orders. And her Dad is there with a harsh grip on her forearm, pulling her back. "Are you hurt?" He asks, his hands gravitating to her face. Trying to get her focus on him, as she fights his grip weakly. "Did he touch you?" She knows he's asking her questions, but all Trinity can hear is static. When the words finally register, she stops fighting and replies quickly. "What? No, no, I'm fine! Abba's-." "Robby's getting sent up for a head CT," Dana's at her side now, glasses low on her nose. "He's being pushed to the front of the line." "Are you sure?" He asks Trinity, not even acknowledging Dana's words. His eyes are wide and searching, and Trinity could only place the look as one thing. Fear. He was scared. "Jack, go. I've got her," Dana tries again, placing a delicate hand on his shoulders, and doesn't back down when Jack turns his head towards her. "She's my kid." He barks, almost taking Dana's head off, but Dana has seen both these men at their worst. This didn't scare her. "And Robby's your husband." Dana counters, she's calm and collected but quietly cursing these stupid men. "And he's going to panic when he wakes up." Jack knows she's right, Robby's going to regain consciousness soon, most likely during the CT scan; he needed to be there to keep him calm. "We're not done here," Jack tells Trinity, giving her a firm grounding squeeze on her shoulders before he's off, following Jesse and Donnie as they load Robby upstairs.

"I want to go with them," Trinity tells Dana softly, watching them go. "I know you do, kiddo, but you need to make a statement."

Robby was tired, deeply tired. He wanted to stay asleep, but some distant beeping was starting to become clearer in his ears. He moves his arm, searching for his phone on the nightstand, but he smacks something with his hand. "Jesus, Robby," Jack's voice is in his ear, but that persistent beeping wasn't going away. Robby groans, arm moving again, only it's been captured. Jack's familiar rough hand finds his and squeezes. "Open your eyes for me, babe." "No," Robby mutters, trying to twist, but something is stopping him. "Wanna sleep." "I know you do, baby," Jack is chuckling softly, but it has a wet sound to it that didn't connect. "But I wanna see those big beautiful brown eyes." It sounded like Jack's been crying… Robby opens his eyes slowly and blinks at the harsh light of the hospital. It's then that he remembers what happened. The patient, knocking him down, Trinity stepping between them, himself losing the battle of consciousness. "Where's Trinity?" Robby asks, trying but failing to sit up. There's a heavy weight resting on his lower abdomen. "Look down," Jack tells him, rising from his chair with a soft smile on his lips. So Robby looks down, it's an awkward angle, but he sees a mop of brown hair resting on top of him, burrowed into his side, really. Robby's free hand rests on top of her head now, his fingers carding through the smooth strands. She moves in her sleep, nuzzling against his hand. "Do you remember what happened then?" Jack asks. "I got sucker punched," Robby tells him, which explains why his jaw was still hurting. "I went down hard, kissed the floor." Robby could only watch as Jack began to tense up his jaw, set, and eyes narrowing; his grip on Robby's hand is tighter. It looks like Jack was ready to hunt this patient down and give him a taste of his own medicine. "And after that?" Jack asked quietly, "Trinity throwing herself at the guy to get him off me," Robby answers, darkly. "Stupid kid, what was she thinking?" "She wanted to protect you," Jack tells him, though it sounded like he didn't like the answer either. "Said she didn't think, her body just moved, like I would have done." "Like either of us would have done." Robby admits, looking deep into Jack's eyes, "We did raise a fighter." Jack laughs for a second before groaning. "You both damn near killed me." "Me?" Robby squeaks affronted, "I was minding my own business." "When you should have had a partner in the exam room with you." Jack cuts him off,

"Pot, kettle," Robby mutters under his breath, but of course Jack still hears it. "I know how to take a punch and dish one out as needed," Jack argues, and reminds Robby for his own amusement. "I never broke a finger punching someone." "That was one time, it's not my fault, you're made of stone." Robby retorts, but chuckles anyway. "You were an asshole in college." "Were?" Jack repeats, acting wounded, "I'm still an asshole." Robby doesn't counter his point; he just huffs in amusement as Trinity stirs basically on top of him. "She's okay, though. Right?" "Physically, yes," Jack answers, then a wide smile crosses his face as if he thought of the funniest joke. "She's going to be glued to you for the next few days."

[taylortaylormoon]

The park

@magict0ad

what if she told abbot about langdon instead of robby? maybe in the park after their shift

(Sit back, grab a drink, it's a doozie) (I couldn't remember if they gave a name to Trinity's friend who killed herself, so I named her Miranda)

Trinity walked out of the hospital with Dennis trailing after her. Dennis was a good kid, tough in a way she wasn't expecting, only a year or so younger than her, with a bleeding heart that was going to get him in trouble if he wasn't careful.

After finding him on the 8th floor, finding out he had nowhere else to go, well, that reminded her of herself before she was placed with Robby and Jack. So she did something impulsive; she probably should have told her dads before inviting Dennis to stay with them, but she couldn't take it back now. Not that she wanted to.

She found them at the park outside of the PTMC, sitting with Princess, Donnie, Metao, Mohan, and Javadi. A blue cooler sat between Princess and Donnie, half full of melted ice and cheap beer. Jack had his prosthetic off, off to the side, Robby sitting next to him, not quite touching but close enough that any shift in movement would have them connecting. Trinity happily took the beer can from Donnie when he offered, nearly chugging its contents as if it were water. Robby looked at her with a raised eyebrow while Jack only huffed a laugh. "Slow down there, bug. You'll make yourself sick." Jack tells her, half-way amused, forgetting for a moment that not everyone here knew about the nature of their relationship. "Bug?" Javadi repeats, in a quiet voice, looking just as confused as Mohan. "Damn it," Donnie curses, pulling out his phone to text someone. "Perlah won that bet." Princess teases, "What was the bet?" Robby asked, but he already had a good idea of what it was. "Perlah bet that Abbot would be the one to spill the big secret. Donnie bet it would have been you." Princess explained poiting to Robby. "Big secret?" Dennis asked, looking at Trinity as she signed and finished her beer. "And Dana said it would be with the pet name," Donnie added, shaking his head. "She's my kid, I spent her whole life calling her bug," Jack argues, looking at Robby to back him up. "I'm surprised you didn't go to the hospital." Robby teases bumping legs playfully. "You called her, young lady, and scolded her about during the REBOA," Dennis says mostly to himself, but the volume was loud enough for the others to hear. "She did a REBOA?" Robby asked, looking between Jack and Trinity as both were not looking at him. "You did a REBOA? When?" "About 2 hours ago, give or take," Trinity admits, pretending to drink from her empty can as if it magically refilled itself, and Jack was preoccupying himself with cleaning the blood from his shoe. "We'll talk about this." Robby says, waving his hands wildly in a circular motion, "Later."

The mood of their little group didn't shift as much as it disappeared. The cooler half full of beer didn't last long and was left with Donnie. Everyone was tired and slowly left the park, not alone but in pairs: Javadi and Mateo, Donnie and Princess with Mohan, leaving Trinity, her parents, and Dennis. Robby and Jack had melded together, sides pressed tightly together as Robby's arm rested on the back of the bench over Jack's shoulders. Trinity and Dennis sat on the bench opposite them. Dennis only had one beer, and it was only halfway finished. Trinity still had an empty can, but it was her second picking at the tab nervously; Jack and Robby were finishing their second, comfortable in the silence they created.

While Trinity was starting feel the weight of the day on her shoulders between her suspicious on Langdon and Dennis' home situation or lack thereof. Her mind became clouded with what-ifs and then whats, and it only started tunneling from there. "You okay, bug?" Jack asked, taking his eyes off Robby to notice Trinity biting her lips. "Dennis has been living in the hospital," Trinity tells them, blurting out really, and continued on ignoring Dennis little 'hey'. "I told him he could stay with us." "Okay," Robby says; he didn't drag the word out, but he did use more than two syllables. "Is this true, Whitaker?" "Yes, sir," Dennis admits, then backtracks quickly. "But it's fine if I can't stay i get it. Trinity should have asked first, and I-" "Stop talking, for a second there, kid." Jack interrupts, holding his hand out in a calm-down kind of motion. "If you don't want to stay, you don't have to, but if you have nowhere to go then…" "I don't." Dennis admits, "Have anywhere else to go." "Then you can stay, we've got a guest room that needs rearranging, but it's yours," Robby tells him, "Which we should get going, if you want a bed to sleep in and not the couch." "You two go ahead, I need to talk to Trinity real quick," Jack says, sharing a quick kiss with his husband before Robby stands up. "That's all your stuff, Dennis?" Robby asked, stepping over to him. "No, sir, the rest is upstairs." "We'll get it tomorrow." Robby decides and starts walking with Dennis beside him. Jack pats the bench, "Come sit with me for a second." "I'm fine." "I'm not saying you aren't." "Because I am." "No doubt, now sit."

Feeling like a child, Trinity takes her seat beside him. Jack pulls her closer, resting his arm over her shoulder. "How was your first day?" Jack asked, testing the waters. "I'm sure Abba or Dana already told you." "They may have mentioned you having a hard time making friends," Jack admits. "And getting yelled at by Langdon, which I was fully prepared to storm in and defend your honor by the way," Trinity laughs; it's genuine, loud, and unguarded. She rests her head against his, nearly burrowing herself into his side, "I can handle Langdon." "I'm sure you can, but you shouldn't have to. He crossed a line." "You don't even know what it was about." "Princess told me you covered for Mohan." Jack swallowed a lump in his throat, "If you want to talk about what happened to that patient or Miranda." "It's not about her," Trinity argues, nearly jumping from her seat, "She was your best friend." Jack presses, "If you want to try therapy again, I'm not pushing, just saying." "I've talked about it to-" She was going to say 'to death', which, wow, was not what she wanted to say. "I just have to live with it now." "Not alone though, right?" Jack asked, searching her eyes as if they held all the answers. "I'm never alone." And that was her truth, a good one. "Good, if that's all, we can start the long walk home," Jack tells her, about to grab his prosthetic when Trinity stops him. "There is one more thing. About Langdon." "Okay?" "I," She hesitates for a second, before jumping all in. "I think he's stealing meds from patients." "Have you told anyone else?" "Garcia, briefly but no, no one else." "Robby's not going to like this," Jack says, not really thinking about what that implies. "Do you want me to tell him?" "No, forget it, I'm probably off base." "Bug," "Let's just go home….I'm tired, it's been a long day."

"Trinity." Jack tries again, getting her attention, "I don't want to get anyone in trouble." "Then I'll tell Robby," Jack decides, but the look Trinity gives him tells him she doesn't like that answer. "He needs to know." "What if I'm wrong?" "I don't think you are."

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Snow day

@thequeertheatrekid

Maybe one with kid!Trinity coming with her dad(s) to work for reasons (take your kid to work day or maybe she got in trouble at school and got sent home early) and it’s just her interacting with everyone, maybe one of the residents does something stupid and Robby/Jack has to lecture them and they’re like, “Even my kid know this and she’s [enter age]” Idk… Just kid!Trinity having a good childhood with her dads.

(None of these one-shots are connected unless stated otherwise. They are just all free-flowing condensed au's by themselves.) ———

It wasn't often that Trinity got to go to the hospital, but school was let out early due to an upcoming storm. So Amy, her sitter, had to pick her up early and drop her off at the ED as her parents were both working. Trinity liked Amy, a young woman in her early twenties with pretty blond hair and green eyes. She was kind and loved to play games with her; Amy even let Trinity read to her on the few nights that she had to sleep over. Best of all, Amy didn't treat her like a dumb kid.

"Hey there, baby girl." Trinity liked Dana as well, though Dana was different; she didn't sugarcoat things, she was always honest with Trinity, and Trinity appreciated that. Dana crouched down to be eye level with her, another thing Trinity liked about Dana, she didn't stand over her.

"Hi aunt Dana," Trinity smiled, loosening her hold of Amy's hand, "There's a big storm coming, so I didn't have to stay at school." "I heard it's good to see you, kid." Dana pinches her cheek, then stands back up to talk to Amy. "Robby and Abbot are in the trenches at the moment. If you need to get out of here, I can take her." "Is that alright with you, Trinity?" Amy asked, and Trinity gave a firm nod of her head. "Got your schoolwork and book with you?" "Yeah, I'll be fine," Trinity tells her, then looks over to Dana. "Can we get lunch?" "You got it, kid." Then to Amy, "Be careful getting home, Amy. Text one of the boys when you do." "I promise, bye sweetie." Amy gave Trinity a big hug before leaving. Trinity watched her go, as Dana rolled her shoulders, preparing for a long shift, "Alright, first order of business is get you settled." ———- Jack, like any adult, used to love snow as a kid, especially if it meant getting out of school and getting to go out and play in it. As an adult, there's more responsibility to it; the hospital doesn't close even if there's snow. He knew he'd get called in; his status and proximity to the hospital guaranteed it, and with Trinity already at school, that meant he had time before he had to leave to pick her up. Only between triage and the incoming emergencies, Jack and Robby almost missed the automatic call from the school alerting them that Trinity would need to be picked up before 1 pm.

Neither could leave, and with no real family close by, the only person they could count on to take Trinity was Amy. Who, unfortunately, could only spare enough time to pick her up and drop her off at the hospital, unable to stay as she had other obligations. He was coming out of trauma 2 when he saw her, kneeling on the chair because she was too short to reach, using the nurses' station as her desk, doing schoolwork. There was a blanket on the back of the chair in case she got cold, and a bag of fruit gummies next to her.

Walking over, Jack rests his hand on the top of her head, looking over her shoulder at her work, checking it over quickly. Spelling, grammar, and some math question all first-grade stuff that she was breezing through. She was working on a coloring book now, pulling a box of crayons from her backpack. "Hey there, bug." Jack asks her, "You doing okay?" "I'm fine," She says, smiling at him. "Aunty Dana said I could color here." "That's nice of her," Jack tells her, noticing Dana's absence. "Where is Aunty Dana?" "She went to get me lunch," Trinity tells him as she colors a giraffe purple. Then Perlah, a new nurse who's been nearby, tells him. "She got pulled into trauma 3." "Daddy, I'm hungry," Trinity tells him, after her stomach started to growl. "Oh, I'm sorry, baby girl," Jack says, and starts to collect her things, "I'll get you set up in the break room, and grab you something to eat, okay?"

Trinity nods, finding the plan acceptable, and starts putting her crayons away when someone starts shouting in trauma 3. There is a loud crash as if something got knocked over; whatever was knocked over was enough to get Jack's attention. "Damn it," He curses, dropping Trinity's backpack and running over to trauma 3. Trinity sits a little straighter in her chair, trying to see what's happening when Perlah steps over.

"Is Aunty Dana okay?" Trinity asked as Perlah stepped into her field of view. Perlah had never met Trinity before but heard of her in passing when Dana brought her over to the nurses' station. She at first thought she was a lost kid until she saw the name on her visitor's pass. "She's fine," Perlah answers, but Trinity purses her lips. She clearly didn't believe Perlah. "Let's get you settled in the break room, as your daddy said." Trinity watched as Perlah grabbed her backpack, holding it out for Trinity to put her stuff in it. "And then get lunch?" "Sure, sweetie." The endearment slips out of Perlah's lips without thought. Though Trinity didn't seem to mind as he carefully placed her papers back in her colored folders and then slipped them into the purple backpack. Trinity doesn't hold Perlah's hand; instead has one hand on her backpack as Perlah holds onto the other strap. They're walking further away from the noise and the nurses' station, when they rounded a corner, Robby was there. "Abba!" Trinity calls, dropping her grip and running up to him. "There's my ladybug." Robby greets her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Did Amy drop you off?" "Uh-huh, she had to watch Toby today," Trinity tells him, "She left me with Aunty Dana, and then Aunty Dana got pulled into a trauma room. So, Daddy found me, but something got knocked over, so Daddy left to help Aunty Dana." "I'm sure they didn't mean to leave you, they just-" "Got busy, I know." Trinity cuts him off like this was something that she was used to, "But I'm hungry, I haven't eaten since breakfast." "I was taking her to the break room to get her settled," Perlah tells him, raising the backpack slightly. "Thank you, Perlah, I'll take her from here." Robby takes the backpack from her, heaving it up his shoulders before holding his hand out to Trinity, who takes it immediately. "You got it," Perlah then looks down at Trinity. "It was nice meeting you syota." "Nice meeting you too," Trinity says politely, waving goodbye.

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For Rabbot Girl Dad AU maybe Trinity as an angsty teen?? Or when they first adopted her either way. Or both 😁 please (I’m snowed in and bored lol)

Duuuudddeeeeee, I wanted to write something short and angsty, and this is what came out; it's 1,234 words exactly. So, it seemed like a good place to stop lol. Hope you like it! Tw, car wreck

Trinity had been at the Robinavitch-Abbot household for a year on Thursday, but who was counting, certainly not Jack or Robby, and they certainly didn't plan or exchange favors so they both would have the day off. They also certainly didn't order a cake, planning on keeping her from school so they could travel up to the Pittsburgh Zoo & Aquarium. No, no such plans were made. Because you know what they say about best laid plans. It started small. Trinity normally was a neat and deliberate kid. She liked her stuff to always have a place and a place for her belongings. So when Jack came home in the early morning and nearly tripped on her shoes, he wasn't mad, no, he was quite happy thinking Trinity was behaving like a normal teenager. Leaving her belongings without care, knowing they'd be there when she returned. So Jack moved them out of the way and continued up to the shower, passing his husband in the hallway. With a big smile on his face. And like all things, it grew with time. Trinity was starting to push boundaries, little things here and there, not cleaning up after herself, and extending her screen time past her limit. Jack and Robby tried to be firm with her, tried to be the key word. Instead of Trinity shrinking back in on herself like she used to, she'd scream back at them, stomping up the stairs to her room, slamming the door. The two men were at a loss, unsure how to respond or move forward with Trinity. Trying to determine what was considered normal teenage angst and what was a trauma response.

Thursday was fast approaching the behavior hadn't gotten any better. In fact, Trinity had become a downright terror, getting into fights at school, cutting class, and disrespecting teachers. Jack had arrived at the school that Wednesday, the day before the one-year mark, and he was at his limit. The teachers had been understanding as of late for Trinity's behavior, but she crossed a line, hitting another student. "I understand," Jack had told them, "This won't happen again." Trinity scoffed next to him, her arms crossed, slouching in the uncomfortable plastic chair. They walked to the car in silence, Trinity walking faster than he could at the time. As he trailed behind her, trying to figure out what happened, or what he was going to say to her. She jumped into the back of the car, backpack pulled into her lap. As Jack came to the driver's side door, Trinity had always hated sitting in the back; she preferred the passenger seat, always grabbing it when it was only her and Jack or Robby. When it was the three of them, she never complained about taking the back seat. "Seatbelt, please. " Jack asked, looking at her through the review mirror. "You want to talk about what happened?" He watched as she huffed and puffed, but complied. Small victories, Jack thought as he pulled out of the parking lot. The ride was silent, Jack constantly checking on Trinity through the mirror, only to see her slouched in the seat. "Sit up," He tells her, eyes focused back on the road as he hears her shuffle in the back seat. He's about to tell her car safety rules.

That's when it happened: a truck running a red light smacked into the passenger side door. Sending them towards the other side of the road, being impacted a second time, knocking Jack out. "Come on, Abbot, stay with me." Jack's journey back to consciousness was rough; he nearly forgot where he was, but the familiar voice led him through it. "Dr. Robby would have my skin if anything happens to you." "Jones?" Jack says through pained breathe. "Where's?" "Your girl is right behind you." The paramedic Jones tells him, her face now in view. "We're walking into the Pitt now." Jones' voice is lost to him amid the chaos; everyone is speaking now as he's being transferred. They read his stats like he's any other patient, good. "Daddy?" Trinity's voice is small and far away. ——— "Daddy?" Trinity's voice sounded small even to her. Now, Trinity isn't trying to spiral, but the accident was her fault. If she hadn't gotten into that fight, then Daddy would still be at home they wouldn't have been on the road. Just like before. This wasn't the first time she was brought into PMTC as a patient. No, she had been six the first time when she and her parents got in a wreck, the wreck that killed them. "My fault," She whispered as they wheeled her in, people talking around her and above her as they moved. "This is all my fault." "Hey, hey, kid, can you tell me your name?" A new voice spoke, a pen light in his hand as he checked her pupils. "Trinity." She tells him, "Trinity, that's a nice name, better than mine." He jokes, then he's talking to someone else in a quick conversation, before his attention is back on her. "I'm Frank." "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you, too, Trinity." He tells her with a genuine smile. "Well, I wish it were under better circumstance but hey, you made a good first impression." She laughs at that, and it feels good, like a weight is slowly being lifted off her. "Where's my dad?" "He's in the next room being worked on," Frank tells her, moving around as he continues to work,

"He's okay?" "I might not have known Dr. Abbot as long as everyone else here, Trinity, but I know he's a fighter," Frank tells her. There is a small pinch on her arm as he talks. "But I don't think a little car wreck is going to take him down."

"I want to see him," Trinity tells him, trying to move again.

"Wow, there slow your roll, kid." Frank's talking to her again, "Dr. Abbot's been talking about her to everyone here, kid, I finally get to meet you, and you're running away from me? Not cool." That gets her to settle, "He talks about me?" She asks, small and hopeful. Maybe she could still fix this. "Yeah," Frank smiles again, it's a goofy smile that doesn't fit his face, but Trinity likes it, it makes her feel safe. "Well, mainly to the nurses and his senior staff, but I've overheard some things too."

"Like what?" "Like," Frank pauses and looks at the room around them. He hasn't stopped working as they talked, pausing and continuing as he worked, "Like how smart you are and kind you are under all your armor. how much he and Dr. Robby love you. And your wicked sense of humor." Trinity laughs, so she doesn't cry. "Trinity!" Robby's voice was like a balm she didn't know she needed until now, "Hey baby girl." There were a million different things Trinity wanted to say to Robby, and they all came out at once a unsteady stream of "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, please don't leave me, I'm sorry."

Robby takes the hand she didn't realize Frank was holding, squeezes it not sharply but reassuringly. "Neither of you is going anywhere, not in my E.D not if I have anything to say about it." He kisses the back of her hand.

She was okay…. she was going to be okay.

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REBOA Rewrite,

Girl Dad Rabbot (Mainly Jack, but Robby is mentioned) as Trinity Santos' parents.

Ten seconds isn't a long time. In the grand scheme of things, but in a hospital, it can be the difference between life and death, especially in a mass casualty incident. In five minutes, Jack was able to send another patient up to surgery. She came in as a red tag, with multiple GSWs. Her prognosis wasn't good; they almost lost her, but they didn't. She was going to live, Jack made sure of it. The constant flow of patients was starting to steady out like a stream. The noise is settling in like a background soundtrack, so when Jack found himself ten seconds to breathe, he took it.

In and out. Steady, calming, not rushed.

He wasn't breaking down under pressure; he was steadily building himself back up. Readying himself for the next soul that was pushed through those doors.

He didn't let his mind wander; he kept his eyes open, blinking slowly as everyone around him found a rhythm, a steady beat to work around as they worked in tandem to save as many as they could.

For a moment, Jack felt like the world wasn't on fire.

"Dr. Abbot!" Mel's voice cut through the pseudo calm that Jack was able to build for himself. Her voice was steady but had a panic uptick to it that caught him off guard, as she moved closer with purpose. "It's Dr. Santos." Jack didn't freeze, but his body felt cold. His mind was already jumping to the worst-case scenario when he heard his daughter's name. His mind jump passed why and landed on whether she hurt. If so, how bad? Was she bleeding? Was her airway clear? Was it her head? Spine? He was already turning, a million different scenarios rushing through his head, had the gunmen made it into the hospital? Or did a patient attack her out of panic? "She's doing a REBOA," Mel said, oblivious to Jack's internal panic. "By herself." And suddenly the panic subsided to a new emotion; he settled on something between anger and relief. Relief that she wasn't hurt or in any danger, as he previously thought, but the sheer audacity of his kid baffled him.

"That damn kid." He swore under his breath. She must have gotten it from Robby. He was moving before Mel could register it; his long, determined strides took him over to the yellow zone as Mel half-jogged to catch up with him. He rounded the corner and braced for disaster. Prepared to see Trinity in over her head, the patient dead or dying on the table in front of her. Only.

“I’m at fifteen centimeters. Five CCs saline.” Trinity’s voice. Calm. Steady. Practiced.

Jack stopped dead. She stood at the bedside, gloved hands steady, eyes locked on the field. The balloon catheter lay threaded in her hands like she’d been doing this for years instead of months. “A REBOA?” Jack said flatly as he took a position opposite her. His face was unreadable, attempting calm, but something sharper lay under the surface. “Are you shitting me, young lady?”

So much for professional distance. “I told her to stop,” Mel added weakly. Trinity looked up, briefly meeting his gaze, the fear and fury he was trying very hard not to let leak through. She ducked her head back down, not shying from his gaze but focusing on the field before her. “Uncontrollable pelvic arterial bleeding,” she said. “No surgical access in time. No other options.” “We need an arterial line,” Donnie said. “We need to know if this is doing anything.” “We’ll go off pulse strength and mentation,” Jack replied without taking his eyes off her. “Carotids weak,” Whitaker called. “Radial barely there.” Jack’s jaw tightened. “Another three ccs in the balloon.” Trinity met his eyes for half a second, and he thought he'd see panic in her eyes, begging for him to take over; Only he saw his own reflection staring back at him. Huh, maybe she did get this from him. “Injecting.” Trinity's hands are steady. Mel's speaking again as she lifts the gown to check the cuff. But Jack's barely listening; his mind is moving, planning out his next move. "Whoa, Radial's much stronger now," Whitaker says, but Jack didn't let himself feel relieved. "Okay, lock the balloon and check the wound." Jack orders, when Whitaker doesn't move fast enough, he adds, "Go."

Whitaker's lifting the gaze, "Wound's dry barely a trickle." "That's because there's no blood flow to the leg," Mel tells him, "Okay, the clock is ticking, the balloon can stay in one-hour tops." Then to Mel, "Get I.R and vascular on the case." There is a gasp and a cry as the patient wakes up. Whitaker takes over. He holds her hand and comforts her. But all Jack and think about is his daughter. The small smile on her lips. Jack knew she had the skills to make it as a doctor. Dana and Robby had been keeping him updated on her progress, but to see it in action was a different story. He crossed the small distance between the two of them. Leaning in closer for only Trinity to hear. "Okay, you never should have done that by yourself. Ever. Do you understand me?" Jack tells her, he's not scolding her or belittling her, only laying down the law as it were. And when Trinity nods back in understanding, he can't help continuing with…. "That was pretty bad ass, you saved a life, good job." He whispers to her. "But you are so grounded." ---------------------------------------------

Taglist, since you guys seemed interested hope you don't mind the tag. @math-rocks-and-lizard-bats, @shollander-rozanov, @thequeertheatrekid

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