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Hi I have a question for the story “the heir “

Did Thomas plan to kidnap Shadow Hunter/Bat Boy from the very beginning and who are the other brothers

Also how come Thomas didn’t send reader back home

sorry I didn’t watch the show Batman Thomas was in / episode

And are the brothers Tim, Jason And Dick ??? Or ocs

Sorry for bothering you

Hi! It's alright, you can ask questions as much as you like.

Firstly, no, the reader, shadow hunter, was transfered to another timeline by the accicental warping of the timelines and gets sucked into the dimension that Thomas Wayne exists.

The brothers are ocs, I haven't worked on them much but I plan to flesh them out for the sake of the story when I'm going to write for them.

Thirdly, Thomas didn't know how to send reader back, because the poor boy himself was confused, how can you send someone back in time without the technology or the knowledge to do so?

And it's okay, I've only watched the movie, I need to read the comic to grasp it better too.

Thanks for asking dearie 💙.

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It may be triggering but (heavy triggers ahead) there can be an idea for a twisted story of a manhua world, I might write sotry about it.

In a world where elves are rare and prized, an elven couple have been stricken with grief after their children were taken away by force by slavers. So in their depression induced minds they decided to maim their only remaining child, so may be she'd be left alone so they could love the last sapling of their family. The child would love her parents dearly even if she limped, her smile lopsided from the burns of her flesh, but she would be happy, for her small heart is full of the love her parents poured into it.

But the parents had miscalculated their actions, the scars that had crippled their child was now a brand, and everyone in the village murmured, everyone whispered, and whispers traveled upon the wind, reaching the ears of the slaver scouts, and oh by the cruel mercy of the goddesses, it seemed there was even a more lucrative market for maimed children.

The poor thing was taken away from her parents and was shipped to the other side of the world to he sold as sympathy bait to nobles who had too much money and time on their hands. The child found herself in the arms of a family thay yearned to care.

With her parents clawing their ways into the backs of the slavers to find her and with the ones that had adopted her into the world of silk and opulence, would she survive their love? No one knows, because she is YOU.

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We all know the regression trope with an evil sister or doppelganger, But...what if...WHAT IF!...The evil doppelganger turned everyone against Y/N because she wanted to have her all for herself? After all, if everyone hates Y/N and she'd be the only one to come to her and wipe away her tears with her fingers, Y/N would be all hers? Right? Right?!

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*cough* Ehem, Y/N marrying adoptive son of a chaebol that has DID and is a unit of a man *Cough*

All 24 of them are yanderes in their own ways.

(Also need someone Korean to help me with some words and contexts please- if you are Korean and want to help me with the fic in the future, just pm me)

Ps: (of course it'll be a fictional thing and not from the real world disorder but well the concept is something interesting)

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A mixture of an ideas I got, but it's mostly from the manhua "My mother entered a contract marriage", it's isekai but in a different form. I hope you like it, tell me if you'd like this into a story.

"M-mama?" You blinked up from the back of the prayer chair of your mother, she had fainted from the extreme heat of the room again and you waited for her wake up as the incense within the room burnt your raw throat. You had woken up without her in the bed...again.

You never understood why your mother was always insistent upon praying in the small prayer room of the pavilion, you didn't know she was desperate to take the favor of a man that had discarded away before your birth, praying over and over for the dark gods to bring him back to her, to make him notice, without him she was nothing!

Your pudgy fingers pulled on her tattered dress "Mama!" You hicupped, fat tears falling down your cheeks, the smoke in the air was making your head spin, maybe you needed to cry to the other concubines in the ashen palace? They'd come and take your intoxicated mother away just like before. You stumbled amd waddled to leave the prayer room when yiu noticed her shifting.

"Ma-" Your mother's groan stopped you as she rubbed her temple, hissing in pain from the headache of dehydration and the smoke filling her lungs, she looked disoriented for a few moments before she called your name, as if trying to use her voice once again "Y-Y/N?" You waddled closer, your three year old body small against the chair "Hm?"

Your mother whipped around so fast towards your direction that it made you flinch "My child!" She screamed with eyes wide before her shaking hands snatched you to squeeze your confused form to her chest "Mama? Are you good?" Your sweet voice made your mother weep as she nodded, shaking violently as she held you close, rocking you as she muttered over and over "It worked-it worked!"

The concubines passing snickered "She finally has lost her mind, she's just another mare that birthed his lordship another daughter, pathetic" but your mother was to busy petting your long looping locks, peppering your face with kisses as she opened the window of the prayer room and let fresh air rush in, you giggled and squeaked as she tickled your sides, chirping her name when she'd bounce you up and down, she was happy, truly happy. Her wide eyes were shimmering with tears as she nuzzled your cheek "Oh to see you so small and sweet again, my sweet sweet child"

You were too busy enjoying your mother's attention to notice anything, how she murmured about doing things right this time, that you'd need a haircut as soon as possible, a pair of pants and a fitting jacket and that she needed a meeting with the golden palace's lord chamberlain. Your father would meet you soon.

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Sorry dearies, I'm really busy rn❤️‍🩹🥲

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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*