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There is a serial thief taking popular fics from #AO3 and posting them to #Webnovel and using their fame to fund a Patreon. I encourage you to find the authors and notify them.

A Tale of Vanda
When an ostrich-horse hatches, it imprints on the first living thing it sees.
For the youngest of seven half-sisters, having an imprinted ostrich-horse is everything!
archiveofourown.org/works/64263793

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In the center, two of the bigger chicks squared off. Their small bodies were fluffed into tawny balls of ferocity. They snapped their tiny beaks at one another, trading soft but determined blows back and forth. Their stubby wings flapped in stiff exaggerated motions as they stretched their necks to look bigger. Gangly legs took calculated steps forwards and backwards; kicking one another in a dance of serious combat. Then, before Vanda could think to stop them; the battle for dominance ended in a decisive drawn. The two settled around one another in a downy heap, cuddling as if nothing happened. Fast to fight, fast to forgive — certainly not the type to waste time upset over something as petty as one imperfect cake when the eleven before had been.

Wanted to make a nice little one shot about baby ostrich-horses and this girl's rocky family dynamics so I did.

AO3
archiveofourown.org/works/64263793
FFN
www.fanfiction.net/s/14455127/1...

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Screenshot of text: Last year's birthday gift from Lotus, however, was irreplaceable: a bag crafted from tough, reinforced kamalaphant hide layered repeatedly with wax to keep it waterproof. Its deep green panels, accented by warm brown trim and fastened with bronze clasps and buckles, concealed within a cedar stationery box with compartments perfectly sized for ink sticks, brushes, paper, wax stamps, and a refillable bamboo-bound diary held together with hemp rope. Beyond its beauty, the gift's timing had been impeccable; a companion on lonely nights, a judgment-free space for thoughts and frustrations. Over the past year, it had become her personal refuge, a steady presence she could rely on, even if Lotus had offered it with nothing more than a casual shrug: "It looked nice in the shop window," she said, as though she hadn't chosen exactly what Vanda needed most.

Best gift for an insomniac writer is more means to write.

archiveofourown.org/works/623801...

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