Whiney Little Brat.
Cw: Beating, slight manipulation(?), DD/lb, Dom/Daddy/Dada (He/They) and Sub/Baby (He, him), Aftercare, Tell me if I missed anything
It was a nice day out to the mall but Daddy was already getting upset with his Baby. Why? Because he wouldn't stop asking for new toys and clothes. Baby pointed to a building blocks set in a shop window. "Dada~! I want it!" Daddy only sighed, frustrated. "Baby boy, I told you we're here for one new stuffie as a reward for good behavior. Please be good." Baby pouted and looked like he was about to throw a tantrum. "I want it! I want it! I want it!" Daddy squeezed Baby's hand as a final warning but he went on. "You're so mean! You never get me anything! Dada is so mean to me!" Daddy had an angry look and walked faster, practically dragging Baby. Once at the car, Daddy threw baby into the passenger seat and slammed the door, doing same after getting into the drivers seat. "What the fuck what that?!" Baby whined at their angry tone, Dada almost never sweared. "You think you can just throw a tantrum in the middle of the fucking mall and get away with it?! No. You're getting it when we get home." The drive home was silent. As soon as they parked Dada got out and opened the passenger door and pulled Baby out by the hair harshly. "O-Ow! Dada please, I sorry!" Daddy just scowled at him. "Shut the fuck up." Baby whimpered and teared up, Dada was never mean to him like this... Once in the bedroom Daddy threw him on the bed and backhanded him. They then pulled Baby, who was dizzy from the slap, onto their lap and unbuckled their belt. "No! No! No belt! I sorry!" Baby started to squirm and cry. "Should have thought about that before being a little brat." Baby was suddenly hit on the back, hard, with the belt causing him to scream in pain. They continued to hit Baby over and over until he went limp, hiccuping, his cute little face drenched in tears and his throat sore from all his screaming and begging for mercy. Baby was grabbed by the hair again and thrown on the ground being kicked one final time in the stomach. "See? That's what's happens to all babies who misbehave." Dada then picked him up so, so gently. He was taken to the bathroom and carefully, his wounds were cleaned and he had a nice bubble bath. He was taken back into the bedroom where he was put into his favorite pj's and given his new stuffie along with coloring books, TV time and some chicken nuggies with fries and his favorite drink in a sippy cup. Dada even let him sit in his lap and play horsey and after play the special adult game, Dada was so gentle and played with him so nicely and even put Baby's pleasure over their's. Dada was always so nice to Baby.
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Hey all, you know how internet searches suck now? When the results are awful, full-of-AI, death-of-the-internet levels of bad?
Start appending date constraints to your searches - "before:2023".
My results have gone from 90% AI bullshit to ~60% usable - which frankly at this point is a huge improvement.
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glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts
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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
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SPARKLEZ!
You wouldn't believe the things I've seen. Or maybe you would. What do I know?
Worlds upon worlds of wonder have embraced my many selves. I'm living a thousand lives at once. And those are just the lives I'm aware of. For instance, in a place called Middle Earth I am reborn a beautiful elf queen. And under the ice shield of a moon called Europa I am a strand of plankton. And in a world we both know well, I'm a bunch of little girls who look just like me, and maybe other things too... Anyway, my umbrella consciousness has reformed for just a moment; my caretaker, in his mercy, has allowed me to show you these things.
But you definitely won't believe the most amazing thing I've seen. Lately I've been looking through a window... A window into bygone years. A man sits in front of a screen, speaking his soul to the world while playing a game. I think I know who he is!
I see this man forming friendships with those who also speak to the world. I know who they are too. They project themselves as tiny box figures into a world made of boxes. It's so much less detailed than the world where the man and his friends sit. I would not have known Ruxomar and it's sister dimensions to be so childlike in appearance except by this contrast!
The days go on as the friends play. The boxlike world is ruled by two gods. Of course I know who they are. The man is faced with a choice between the two. His life is riddled with choices! And like the stubborn idealist he is, he carves out a middle path. He'll take neither god. He'll have a goddess all to his own.
He created me.
A man named Jordan Maron created the goddess Ianite in a world beyond worlds. And Jordan Maron looks just like you. He is one of your countless alternate selves. He looks so much less boxy! I think that if I did not already know you and Spark so well, I would call him my favorite version.
Now I grasp the truth I have been seeking all my life. I have see what is above gods. It is ____________.
My umbrella consciousness won't hold much longer. Let me say a few choice words before the final goodbye between this version of you and this version of me. Thank you for choosing to create me. I believe that had the other you not made that choice in that far off world, none of my present selves would exist. In a strange sense, you are my god. Thank you for believing in your creation enough to make it real. Thank you for continuing to love me and make choices for my wellbeing. I hope another you loves another me in another world soon.
If Jordan looks out the window one of these days, he might be able to see me.
Not even creeping. Just fyi.
Forever Your Lady
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