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Bitterness is something that was a part of you from the start, maybe it had festered from being born into a home of a mother that the bloom of her lifewas long lost, her aching bones not beinh able to follow you, maybe from being alone in a life of boredom and solitude, born of letters that would come right on time for each holiday, of lost birthdays and holidays, of mailed gifts that had turned crushed or broken from being shipped from the other side of the ocean, of short awkward calls, of a father that never was there, because he had another family to tend to....

"Look, father...just, just get to the point, I need to finish packing up for uni...if you want to wish me a gappy new year just do it" you pinched the bridge of your nose as your father's voice came from the other side of the world, the line coming from that lavish Manor you had seen from pictures your mother had showed you before. "Father?" You asked again, not knowing that Alfred on the other side of the phone was struggling to keep his composure as his child spoke to him so coldly, it was his fault for having the Waynes as his priority for decades.

"I'd like to fly to Gotham for the new year my dear" your father spoke, making your freeze "You know I have things to do...right? I can't come there!" "We haven't met for seven years, I..." your father trailed off before sighing "Please come to Gotham..."

You didn't know giving into your father's request entailed more than just an awkward family dinner, no, it entailed a very tall man in an expensive suit and his sons and much, much more.

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"My papa is the best! He is handsome and he has the biggest smile ever and-and..." the little girl stumbled through her words, her voice shaking a little as she tried to remember her words, feeling nervous in front of her class as she was doing show and tell "And he makes the best cakes ever!" She grinned as she looked up at you, holding your hand as she held your uniform's hat "He likes to put it on his head when he's working in his bakery and he let's me to put his apron in the washer when he's done working! My papa is the best! He has the biggest beer belly ever and always smells of caramelized sugar!"

The class clapped as her speech came to an end, the other parents letting out an collective "Aww" at the sight of you putting your hand on your chest at the sheer cuteness of it all, who knew that a child like her could thrive so much under the care of a step father within months? Everyone knew of her father, the bastard had left his family to struggle and the little one was under so much pressure since her crippled mother could not work much, but it seemed you were a miracle, and indeed you were.

It's just that your wife is the actual miracle maker. Your wife's innocent smile, soft voice and meek demeanor is a front to the true woman laying beneath. She does love you, don't get me wrong, it's just that she was over enthusiastic to know the new baker in the town, so much so that in fact she cried so much to her brothers that they ended up taking care of her "missing" husband for her, he deserved it all though.

Now she can make sure to secure you to herself, she loves you, she loves you, your round belly, the smile on your face, the money in your bank, the laughter you bring home, the evening massages, she loves it all, and she won't let you take that love from her, she'll make sure to tune the little one into the family matters, teach them young after all.

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I'm ready! 💙

Honey & Fur

“Mamaa… mamaa… mama!”

The high-pitched chirping of the little voice echoed through the wooden halls of the cabin, padded softly by the hush of snow falling outside. You let out an exasperated sigh, barely keeping the tiredness from your voice.

Again.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw him. A small, chubby, fuzzy-pawed creature toddling after you on plump legs, his button nose twitching and wide brown eyes fixed on you like you were the whole world.

Which, unfortunately, to him—you were.

“I told you to stay with Papa,” you murmured, crouching down slowly. Your hands trembled slightly before they settled. You were careful not to show fear. Not in front of him. He didn't deserve it. Not with him possibly watching.

The little cub beamed, arms stretched up high as if his tiny bear brain had already forgotten your instructions. Or maybe he never intended to follow them in the first place.

You hesitated.

Despite the soft fuzz of his paws, the cute wagging of a puffy tail, and the toddler’s sweet baby scent, he wasn’t… exactly yours.

But he called you Mama.

And you had no choice.

You reached out slowly, fingers brushing the warm fur of his arms, and lifted him gently. He was heavier than he looked. Round and warm and clingy. His ears twitched with joy, and he immediately buried his face in your neck with a delighted squeal.

“Were you a good boy?” you asked softly, the words automatic by now.

He blinked up at you, eyes sparkling with pride. “Yea!... I good!” he chirped, nuzzling closer. “Didn’t hurt squirrel today!”

“That’s…” you swallowed, “…that’s very good.”

He reached up with his tiny fluffy paws, making grabby hands. “Pet me, Mama! Pet, pet!”

Your fingers hesitated above his little head his ears twitching in anticipation.

Behind you, the wooden floor creaked.

Your stomach knotted.

You gently began to stroke his head, smoothing down his fluffy ears. “Good cub. Sweet boy.”

He let out a purring sound, so low and rumbling it reminded you of something much bigger. Something that was definitely still watching.

Later, as the fire crackled and the cub snuggled into your lap, clutching a worn stuffed fish that you had made and murmuring in his sleep, you felt a presence behind you.

A heavy arm wrapped around your waist. Warm breath brushed your neck. Claws—retracted, for now—rested gently on your stomach.

“He likes you,” came a deep voice, low and possessive. “He never let the others hold him.”

Your spine stiffened. “I’m not like the others." you pause "I didn't want to be here," you whisper.

A low growl of amusement rumbled from the broad chest behind you. “No. You didn't, but you're stuck here.”

You didn’t respond.

He leaned closer, nuzzling your cheek. “You're his mother now. You belong here with us. He needs you. I need you.”

Your eyes met the cub’s face—so peaceful, so innocent.

You wanted to resist.

But the truth curled itself around your heart like ivy: no one was coming for you.

No one even knew where you were.

And here, at least, you were warm. Fed. Held.

Loved.

His love wasn’t gentle, but it was total.

And as the bear behind you whispered sweet promises of forever and the cub mumbled “Mama…” in his sleep, you knew you’d play your role.

You had to.

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This cutie pie needs a play date with little Asuman!

Honey & Fur

“Mamaa… mamaa… mama!”

The high-pitched chirping of the little voice echoed through the wooden halls of the cabin, padded softly by the hush of snow falling outside. You let out an exasperated sigh, barely keeping the tiredness from your voice.

Again.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw him. A small, chubby, fuzzy-pawed creature toddling after you on plump legs, his button nose twitching and wide brown eyes fixed on you like you were the whole world.

Which, unfortunately, to him—you were.

“I told you to stay with Papa,” you murmured, crouching down slowly. Your hands trembled slightly before they settled. You were careful not to show fear. Not in front of him. He didn't deserve it. Not with him possibly watching.

The little cub beamed, arms stretched up high as if his tiny bear brain had already forgotten your instructions. Or maybe he never intended to follow them in the first place.

You hesitated.

Despite the soft fuzz of his paws, the cute wagging of a puffy tail, and the toddler’s sweet baby scent, he wasn’t… exactly yours.

But he called you Mama.

And you had no choice.

You reached out slowly, fingers brushing the warm fur of his arms, and lifted him gently. He was heavier than he looked. Round and warm and clingy. His ears twitched with joy, and he immediately buried his face in your neck with a delighted squeal.

“Were you a good boy?” you asked softly, the words automatic by now.

He blinked up at you, eyes sparkling with pride. “Yea!... I good!” he chirped, nuzzling closer. “Didn’t hurt squirrel today!”

“That’s…” you swallowed, “…that’s very good.”

He reached up with his tiny fluffy paws, making grabby hands. “Pet me, Mama! Pet, pet!”

Your fingers hesitated above his little head his ears twitching in anticipation.

Behind you, the wooden floor creaked.

Your stomach knotted.

You gently began to stroke his head, smoothing down his fluffy ears. “Good cub. Sweet boy.”

He let out a purring sound, so low and rumbling it reminded you of something much bigger. Something that was definitely still watching.

Later, as the fire crackled and the cub snuggled into your lap, clutching a worn stuffed fish that you had made and murmuring in his sleep, you felt a presence behind you.

A heavy arm wrapped around your waist. Warm breath brushed your neck. Claws—retracted, for now—rested gently on your stomach.

“He likes you,” came a deep voice, low and possessive. “He never let the others hold him.”

Your spine stiffened. “I’m not like the others." you pause "I didn't want to be here," you whisper.

A low growl of amusement rumbled from the broad chest behind you. “No. You didn't, but you're stuck here.”

You didn’t respond.

He leaned closer, nuzzling your cheek. “You're his mother now. You belong here with us. He needs you. I need you.”

Your eyes met the cub’s face—so peaceful, so innocent.

You wanted to resist.

But the truth curled itself around your heart like ivy: no one was coming for you.

No one even knew where you were.

And here, at least, you were warm. Fed. Held.

Loved.

His love wasn’t gentle, but it was total.

And as the bear behind you whispered sweet promises of forever and the cub mumbled “Mama…” in his sleep, you knew you’d play your role.

You had to.

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@sakura-wisteria

I thought their post seemed a little too familiar...

Oh wow it is! What a coincidence!

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I can't stop! Someone help me!

(You know the drill, if it gets ten comments I'll write it)

You tried to chew the large bite of your favorite flavor of cake as your jaws worked over time while the lady's hands gently fixed the napkin upon the shirt she herself had lovingly put upon you, cooing as she watched your full cheeks move as you ate. "You really do look like a chipmunk huh?" She chuckled softly, wiping the access syrup at the corner of your mouth, her jewelery clinking as she gently removed it. Her eyes shone with mirth at the sight of you being well fed, you didn't know why the lady, or better to say, Mother, was being so nice to you.

Maybe it was because she had a con-con-? Oh you had to ask your nanny about the word thatis used for when people fall and hit their head, because just before that Mother had just slapped your hands with her steel ruler, making the palm of your hands bleed, it's okay though! You had been naughty and had ruined her painting, oh poor little you didn't even think the lady was abusive, well,at least the lady before the concussion, because this one was someone else, you didn't know she was another person in the lady's body, gigging over the cutest little boy ever created by an author.

Your snack by the gardens was intrupped by the lady's maid, who had whispered something about the "That woman" being here or something, the lady just frowned and told her maid to dismiss "That woman", going back to feeding you another fork full of the cake, opening her shining beautiful lips as you did yours whole she fed you another piece, watching as you ate, mirth dancing in her eyes.

"Give me back my bwathew!" A girl's voice shriekd from the other side of the garden, where a girl with a uncanny Resemblance to you was trying to get in, fighting with the house, the lady just ushered your gaze towards herself, mumbling about what a nuisance the mother and daughter were while helping you gulp down your milk, you were top high on sugar to care about the commotion outside the garden. Too far drunk with the loving touches of the woman you had called mother and thought had birthed you, ignorant of the woman that had birthed and had left you inside a bin years ago, and was now back to take you home now that she was regretting her choice, oh you were unaware, busy with the snacks.

You were unaware that three people had reincarnated into the bodies of the three females that would change your life forever.

"Say ah sweetie! Another cake dragon is coming!"

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Your writing has been wonderful and a part of the different stories I read when trying to chill and escape the stress of life through fiction. You do a phenomenal job at not only fleshing out the story plot but also putting in motivations behind each characters actions that align with their character. It's a delight to read your stories, and if you really want feedback to focus on for constructivecriticism, maybe a bit more on character development as they are impacted by their actions and the actions of others. You do a really good job at fleshing characters out, tho, so really, it's not needed, it just can add depth to some stories, seeing characters shift and alter more permanently. I am excited to read whatever you have coming out next! I hope the Narwhal of Inspiration finds you!

Hnngh *claws at my chest* THANK YOU DEARIE!😭🥺❤️

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"Get away from me you wench!" You tried to scream off the woman's fingers as she kept changing your nappies, your protests coming off as frustrated whines, the normal fussing of a baby that hadn't had teethed yet. The woman's smile was warm, her face full of love and adoration as she showed you the pink onsie with a cute flower pattern upon it "You like it sweetie? Mama just made it all for you!" You tried to kick her hands away as she changed your clothes, but she giggled at your attempts, finding your chubby legs very endearing.

"She seems fussy" the tall man behind her rumbled, the smile in the woman's eyes dying as she spoke to him "She is new to me, back off, she finds you scary" she waved her hand away to shoo  her husband away out of your periphery. The stench of the hut was making you want to vomit, your smal fists tightly closed as you tried to soothe yourself, your little heart beating fast, damn it all!

You had been born into a really loving family, reincarnated into a fantasy novel to the luxurious home of a loving pair that were expecting their first child, which turned out to be you, a very healthy and chubby infant that was gushed over by everyone. But at a fateful night your parents were killed by bandits and you were stolen by a burly man, brought to his wife, who had become a nightmare.

You didn't need to know that she had always wanted a daughter, that she had birthed a DOZEN boys and survived every single birth to have the chance to have a daughter, that she had become depressed with untreated with postpartum depression, and if had turned into mania, and she had dine everything to birth a daughter. You didn't need to know that she was a witch, that she had killed her 13th son when he was born, that he had urged her husband to find her a daughter by any means, that she controlled him with both magic and manipulation, that she had turned each of her 12 sons into maniacs like herself, that she had made them build her a larger hut so she could fill a nursery with everything she deemed good for a baby girl, no, you didn't know any of that, but seeing that smile on her face, that look in her eyes, was enough to tell you, you were screwed.

She wasn't in the novel! HELP!

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"Take this, this will shine till the moment of my death" she gave her husband her pendant "I will find my way to you, but if I didn't, don't come for me, they will burn you" She kissed his hands before the carriage started to move away, leaving her in the dark underground tunnel.

Quentin clutched the pendant tightly, his fingers tracing the intricate design on the surface. He watched as she faded from view, his heart feeling heavier with every passing moment.

"I love you." He whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the rumbling of the carriage. He knew deep down that this might be the last time he would see her, and it was tearing him apart.

He couldn't see the smile of victory of her lips as she turned around and walked out of the tunnel, she had changed the plot! She would live! Yes! Fuck them vampires! Who knew one could use the revolution of humans against vampires dark reign would end up in her favor?

It'd be easy from then on, she'd just change her face with a simple spell and live her life happily ever after as her husband's family and him were shipped away to the dark lands, she'd live! She'd be free of that spineless pathetic excuse of a vampire and could choose anyone she liked, surely he won't come after her, right?

(If I get ten comments about writing this story I'll write it right away!)

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You know dearies I don't know why but I don't feel secure in my writings anymore, idk, maybe because english is not my first language and I have lots and lots errors with it...what do you say? Your support has been great and I want to give you the best....

*cries in insecure and burnt out dinosaur*

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Just want to say love ur baby hybrid Drabble it was good!!!! Can I request some head canons or anything ❤️

Aww thanks!

Little Asuman was a cooing baby when you found him in a basket, you didn't know his father Bharat had left the baby that had nestled in the basket to go and hunt for a nursing goat so he could nurse his hungry little one, so you took the baby that hugged his fluffy tail to comfort his aching belly and with your magic has given him warm milk, which he had drank greedily.

"Mama?" Asuman, which you had later found out was the name Bharat had found for him from an ancient temple's carvings, had asked for you after you had burped the air out of his little belly in the cutest voice ever, and you had nodded to conform the baby hybrid's words, not wanting to break his little heart.

"Uh oh..." you winced at you saw the mark of a familiar appear on your wrist, the baby had marked you as his caretaker and master and he was giggling, making grabby hands with his fluffy paws "Mama! Mama!"

Bharat, unlike how you had thought was very open about the idea of Asuman's marking, he seemed even proud as he muttered things to his baby boy as he changes his nappies, you couldn't hear much, but your ears picked up the words "Good job" and "No more problem with mating" from his mouth, the deep voice sending chills down your spine.

So yeah Bharat is a tank of a man, he's nearly 8 feet tall, with thick fur over his shoulders and hind legs, his fluffy tail always wrapping itself around little Asuman as the baby would waddle about, you don't know how many times you were about to have an aneurysm when the baby had waddled too far and was about to fall off a cliff and was held back by his father's tail.

Oh right, Bharat loved to fill your ears with questions as you walked down the path of the golden temple, the baby basket over his shoulders, and he didn't hesitate to remind you that "You are *our* baby's mother, so take responsibility!" Every two minutes.

Asuman was an angel from the moment you had seen him though, he never fussed too much or even made a ruckus, unlike his father, he'd just waddle after you "Mama! No tail?" He'd ask with a pout, in worry that you had cut off your tail or something as he looked at your behind in worry, and you needed to explain to him that you didn't have a tail from birth, to which the baby had given a confused look too.

"Mama, baby and Dada!" Asuman squealed in delight as he showed his handiwork made out of piles of mud that had covered all over his body one time, and you can't help bit tear up remembering about the memory since.

Your sisters at your coven would coo and gush over the baby when you'd bring him so he'd help you with your magical lessons, you made sure to lock up the father in the house though, and they'd give baby nursing tips and such, changing his nappies for you and so on, he was unofficially the baby of the coven since the time he came in.

I can think of these for now lol!

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"Look, I am not interested okay?" You covered your drink as you pulled away the glass of your favorite beverage from the tall charming vampire that had been pestering you for over ten minutes already, and no matter how many times you said no, he wouldn't get it.

His hand brushed against your arm, the coldness of his flesh making you shiver in disgust. Your mouth opened to warn him again as you reached for your wand but then your little baby's head poked out of your designer purse, his large baby blue eyes staring right into the soul of the offender, the ribbon bow around his neck fluttering.

"Aww, you have a kitten with you darling?" He chuckled but then the smile plastered on his face when the calico fluffy kitten spoke with the deepest and most manly voice ever "Touch her once again and I will make sure your ashes find their way into the sewer, test me you little bi-" you gently petted his head to stop him from cursing again, giving the vampire a knowing look as your familiar kept glaring at him.

"My bad" he raised his hands in the air before leaving, your familiar huffing out a little before pretending to enjoy the petting and batted your fingers with his small paws, who knew the 7 feet tall demon that had bonded with you could be so cute?

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Thank you so much for the 2k followers my dearies! Love you all! Muah!❤️💙

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Yandere Willy Wonka...

Okay I know it's a strange idea but as a child and still as an adult I always had the dream of being Charlie and living in a chocolate factory, and from what I've observed from the 2005 movie version I can tell that Willy is absolutely unhinged, but in a good way, and has potential for being a yandere, there are many evidence in the movie that he had chosen Charlie BEFORE he had set foot in the factory, now imagine, a childless billionaire, his metworth is just as huge as Bruce Wayne or even larger, with childhood trauma, take a little angel under his wings, oh I am sure he'll be a good parent, he WILL be a good parent.

Who's with me?

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some warhammer pls…

From what I've seen many writers depict Lion'El as either a very cold and unfeeling being that is ruthless or he is a clueless brute in a super sized power armor.

But from what I've heard and read about the first son, I think he is a very cunning man that his code of ethics controls his every action, he was raised in the jungle for his younger years but my dearies, have you ever read an squire's journey? They made unruly boys into MEN, and the Lion is very much indoctrinated into that train of thinking.

He is more of a darker king Arthur in my eyes, he knows his way in a court, he knows his strength and has wit, he just doesn't deem his brothers or others worthy of his attention, he could very well court a lady in a very proper fashion, and I mean courting to the T of it, so much so that you'd never think there is a beast under the knight that has caged it.

I'd very much like to write a fic about each primarch courting their beloved, and I was thinking to make you dearie readers inhanced humans so the issue of childbirth and ehem...funny activities aren't that far fetched, just like how Lorgar enhanced Korphaeron or how Leman had Enhanced one of his most loyal men back on Fenris, these were adults turned into marines, so it is quiet possible.

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"Mamaa...mamaa...mama!" You let out an exasperated sigh as the little cub kept waddling after you, you didn't want to touch the humanoid snow Leopold baby that had just learnt walking, knowing his father was nearby, but you had a duty and feeding the little one was one of them, you reached out for the little cub who obediently stretched out his hands.

"You were a good boy?" You couldn't help but coo as the cub nuzzled your neck affectionately, his ears perked up as he slowly blinked "Yea!...was good!" He replied before making grabby hands for your hand so you could pet his head.

This was your own fault for taking a little cub as your familiar, well, technically the baby imprinted on you and his father, which you dared not to look in the eyes was a behemoth of a hybrid, was not pleased, but he stayed in the shed in the backyard of your home, watching closely how you treated his precious cub.

You didn't look at him in the eyes, not because you were afraid, no, it was because he'd devour you whole with his piercing gaze, nearly pouncing on you to nuzzle you close, oh right, as the cub thought you were his mother, he now had claimed you as his mate, welp, good thing you have a spray bottle for shooing him away.

Lord, what would you do with them two when your witchery exams drew near?

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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Omg yay!