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puppetmaster13u · 9 months

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Guardian Spirits: Clockwork sends Danny to spirit-Gotham to get adopted an internship with Batblob & Spirit Robin while he takes care of things back home [link]

What's Outside: Batfam being feral cryptids with mechanical wings & Bruce being a good dad to all his kids [link]

Dies Irae: Jason ends up running across de-aged Fenton siblings & later the rest of the de-aged liminal class while busting a lab run by some assholes in white [link]

Mothman: Bruce was scared of moths instead of bats, the robins are inspired by both birds & lightning bugs, and they all are somehow terrifying [link]

Possessed Dolls: Prompt by Phoenixcatch7 where the batfam pretty much possess doll bodies in their fight against crime in Gotham (they already have a few drabbles that are really fun go check it out)

(Edit) If links don't work:

[1] Guardian Spirits https://www.tumblr.com/puppetmaster13u/search/guardian%20spirits

[2] What's Outside https://www.tumblr.com/puppetmaster13u/search/what's%20out%20there%20au

[3] Dies Irae https://www.tumblr.com/puppetmaster13u/725753067441733632/jason-is-almost-offended-because-nightwing-just?

[4] Mothman https://www.tumblr.com/puppetmaster13u/725463846517702656/what-if-instead-of-being-batman?

[5] Possessed Puppet Au https://www.tumblr.com/phoenixcatch7/tagged/Possessed%20doll%20au

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apritellointeractive · 2 months

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 1 - Part 1

(Proofread by @lovelyladylavie / AlienMadame22 (AO3)! Thanks!)

(Art by @lovelyladylavie) Donnie really doesn’t want to be doing this right now.

It’s a pleasant day out. A rainstorm that rolled through the mountains the day before has left the air smelling crisp and fresh. A few songbirds are still out singing, flying between the forest trees and ignoring the convoy passing through their domain. Dappled shadows provide ample coverage from the late morning sun that’s shining through the dense foliage of the trees. The hard dirt road is level and smooth, providing for a pleasant horseback bride through the woodlands.

And yet, Donnie really doesn’t want to be part of the entourage protecting the human princess. He could be doing much more important things right now, like testing the capabilities of the boom cannon he recently developed in the archery range. This updated weapon could improve the defensive and offensive capabilities of their kingdom! Or he could be doing a number of other things, like testing out mystically enhanced weapons in his lab, fixing some of the automatons roaming the castle halls, improving the furnaces in the kitchen, building Mikey a newer, sturdier easel… he could be doing literally anything else right now.

But no. As the future co-captain of the Royal Guard, he must accompany the human princess on her trip back home to the Kingdom of Old York. It would be irresponsible not to, or at least that’s what he was told.

Though if he had to be honest, he didn’t want to disappoint his brother, Prince Raph. The first meeting between their kingdoms in decades was already stressful enough for him, his Raph-chasm carving out a deeper divot in his forehead. Their father would also get on his case too, and he didn’t want to endure another lecture.

So, begrudgingly, he’s accompanying the convoy, picking up the rear with his twin, Leo, while their boss, the Captain of the Royal Guard, leads up at the front with the human captain. They must show that they are trustworthy enough to ensure the human princess’s safe return to her kingdom. Speaking of which, the royal carriage carrying Her Royal Highness is flanked on all sides by more guards, though they are all human.

One of the human guards on the left keeps turning his head to give Donnie the stink eye every half hour. And as much as he would like to give that guard a piece of his mind, he remembers Raph and swallows down any retort.

Instead Donnie sighs, leaning down to rub his beloved horse Shelldon’s neck as they continue their trek through the forest. He softly whinnies, nodding his head a few times as if in appreciation. The purple-clad turtle smiles; he’ll probably treat him to an apple when they take another stop to rest.

“So, do you think Captain will let us do some explorin’ once Princess April is safely back home?” Leo asks, riding a bit close to his brother so the human guards don’t overhear. “We’ve never been in a human settlement before. Kinda curious to see what they have for leisure.”

Donnie sighs, sitting upright and turning his head to look at his counterpart. “I highly doubt that we will be relieved of duty once we’ve ensured the safe transfer of the princess back home. We will more than likely be tasked to oversee the preparations for our trip back home this evening as well. I don’t think we will have the time.”

The blue-clad slider leans in a bit closer, his voice dropping down to a whisper. “Don’t even want to sneak out to see the sights?”

The image of Raph’s forehead chasm flashes in Donnie’s mind. “Absolutely not. If we were caught, we would never hear the end of it, and I don’t want Dr. Delicate Touch to pay a visit to my lab either.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Leo sighs, sitting upright and looking at the forest around them. “Guess we need to be ‘responsible’.”

Donnie hums, agreeing with his twin but saying nothing more.

They keep riding for a few more minutes, the constant but reassuring noise of horse hooves and carriage wheels against the dirt road filling the air.

The sound of a snapping branch catches Donnie’s attention, and he whips his head around only to be blasted in the face by a murder of crows! Shelldon rears back and whinnies while Leo swats at the air. The commotion is enough for the entire entourage to come to a halt.

“Leo! Donnie! Is everything alright back there?” Their Captain hollers from the front of the group.

Donnie… >> Decides to investigate where he heard the snapping noise.

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vampire-meta-knight · 1 year

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You find yourself lost in the enchanted woods, a dark and treacherous place full of monsters that may eat you and wicked fae that seek to trick you. You must return home before sundown, or you may never get out again.

You come across a cottage with smoke curling from the chimney’s square mouth. You rap upon the door, fear creeping along the back of your neck. Your heart beat quickens to the tune of your rapid knocking.

At last, the door opens, and an elderly woman lets you in. The creases in her face and hands show her wisdom, and her gray hair is kept in a nice, tidy bun with a hand-carved wooden skewer through it. Her thin smile is kind, but it doesn’t reach her green eyes. Something mischievous lurks beneath them, and perhaps a flicker of magic.

“Weary traveler, I shall offer you one object of mine to take with you to aid on your journey. But be warned, if you choose what the majority of those before you have chosen, you will be trapped here forever. Choose wisely.”

#tumblr polls #story poll #witch #enchanted forest #witch’s cottage #fairy #dark fae #roleplay poll #mine

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misswifi · 1 month

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Part 2!

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You instantly start spewing out questions left and right with you brain still half asleep.

'What kind of sick dream is this?' 'Have I finally lost it???' 'How the heck is this even possible??' 'Did I somehow get high while sleeping?'

Poor Stormy only looks at you with those motionless bead eyes. After a while you start to calm down, you and Stormy just staring at eachother.

Your brain is still trying to figure out what's going on. Luckily for you it seems as if Stormy read you mind.

Part 1 (pls go check it out!)

#lol #idk what life is any more #misswifi lols #my polls #polls #random polls #tumblr polls #story based #story based poll #short story #story poll #misswifi.polls #misswifi stories #??? i think

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the-literary-legacy · 1 month

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CAN WE GET THE MOST SMUTTIEST SLUTTIEST KINKEIST KONIG SMUT

Hello my lovely!

WHY?!

WHY?!?!?!

WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

should I? I need all my lovelies' opinions.

#poll #opinions #help #send anons #thanks anon!#anon ask #anonymous #answered #funny #tumblr polls #story poll #my polls #random polls #hyperspecific poll #polls #poll time #opinions needed!

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valyalyon · 2 months

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What Story Do You Want to Read More?

I'm working on both projects right now and want to be able to focus on releasing 2 days worth of content for one story, and then 1 day worth of content for the other story.

The only issue is this, if it's 2 days worth of #LYONDIE then that means DIE will be ending way sooner because we are about to enter the falling action.

If we do 2 days of #LYONSEA that's more likely to last a longer time because SEA has at least 40 more chapters left.

This schedule will be for the foreseeable future, haven't decided the days the posts will fall on yet but it would be 2 days for the same story, then 1 day for the other story.

You decide.

#story poll #dark romance #writeblr #smut #booklr #valyapolls #valyaspeaks

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therealmofamorus · 2 months

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The Realm of Amorous Poll #3

#my post #my poll #smut poll #story poll #please vote #please read the link

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madmanwonder · 2 months

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Tumblr Poll #3

Check the link to see the summary of the story.

#my post #my poll #tumblr poll #story poll #please vote

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misswifi · 1 month

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Part 4

Now people you honestly expect me to write a 20 guide on how to do this...ha you'll have to wait a bit for that!

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Alright you thought a ritual was weird now there's suddenly a guide on how to do this ritual?

Stormy makes a pleased noise and says he actually needs to go get the book from the library across town...the library literally no one uses. Great!

You get ready by taking a quick shower and throwing on some clean clothes. You also get a small bag ready to hide Stormy in not wanting people to ask why you have a walking talking unicorn teddy.

Stormy just sits there on you kitchen top while you scramble to get ready. Motionless eyes staring you down.

Once you were ready to leave you kinda forced Stormy into the bag, with alot of protests coming from the tiny teddy.

There you set of on your journey to get this 20 step guide book from the library.

On the way the you suddenly see one of the friends that went with you to the fair.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

#lol #idk what life is any more #misswifi lols #my polls #polls #random polls #story poll #tumblr polls #poll #story based poll #story based #short story #misswifi stories #??? i think #misswifi.polls

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 3 months

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The Mafia Princess Part VII: The Jacket

Update time! Sorry for the slow posting time on this one, but I wanted to take my time and not rush it since we're really getting to the good parts now! I hope you guys are enjoying this story!

Mafia Princess Masterpost

AO3 Link

Winning Result: Go with Desi to get a new outfit/jacket bought for her.

Reminder: The poll for the next chapter will be under the read more at the bottom of the post!

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“I guess… a new outfit would be nice,” Elsa slowly said, not really sure if it was the right choice or not, but she figured she could always make a break for it and run if she needed to. He may have been a mafia boss, but he was still recovering from getting shot at a bunch of times, after all. She could outrun him.

Desi gave her a smile that looked pretty normal before he was looking past her and raising his hand into the air, almost like he was doing that thing in movies when people waved down a taxi. “Alright. My men will pick us up just around the corner of this block, out-of-sight of all your classmates.”

“Thanks,” Elsa said, surprised he would actually care about what it would do to her already dead social life to be seen getting picked up in a suspicious black car by a bunch of men in suits. “So… you’re really okay? Because that was a lot of blood.”

“I’ve been through worse.” Huh. Should that impress her or scare her? At the moment it was doing a little of both, if she was being honest. “You handled the situation well yourself, though. Experience?”

“I’m just that good,” Elsa said, pretending she hadn’t had a couple nightmares about all the blood and that she was perfectly fine and able to handle herself.

Somehow, the look he gave her made her feel like he knew what was going on in her head and that he realized just how terrifying it had all been. She wasn’t sure if she liked that. Someone looking at her and honestly seeming like they got it. She was used to just pity, at that point.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to say anything else, the two walking around the corner and Desi opening a door for her and guiding her into the back of the car. Now that she wasn’t in shock, she could see how expensive it was. It looked like the same one from yesterday, at least, minus any blood stains.

The seats were made of black leather, though, so possibly it had just been cleaned really well. Who the hell made car seats with leather, anyways? Leather furniture was so uncomfortable! Plus all of the adults with it just ended up covering it with some kind of plastic- Okay. She was getting off-track.

The point was that she was in a fancy car that was expensive enough to have the two seat rows that faced each other with a mini-fridge installed underneath the back row seat, the one she was sitting across.

There was only one other guy in the car with them, the same one from yesterday that had spoken to her and taken her to the hospital, and he must have noticed her staring because he asked, “You want a drink, little miss?”

“I think it’s illegal to offer a twelve-year-old a drink,” Elsa said without thinking, which seemed to be a really common theme lately. Maybe she had been cursed. Before she could apologize and try to not get shot, the fridge was opened and there was a water bottle being held out to her with a very flat sort of look being shot her way. “Oh.” Elsa took the bottle. “Yeah. That, uh, makes more sense, I guess.”

She heard that huffing breath of laughter, looking to Desi who was sitting next to who she guessed must have been Scotty. It was nice that neither of them was sitting beside her and gave her some space, even with as weird as everything was. “Well, there are a few different places we can take you to get that outfit. What sort of clothes do you often wear? What you are now?”

Elsa glanced down without even thinking about it. She wasn’t dressed in much besides some black jeans and a generic band t-shirt that was so faded she couldn’t even make out the name of the band. Elsa looked back at him. “I’m a foster kid. We wear what we can get.” Alright. That had been a little rude, she guessed. She also didn’t want to dive down into her foster kid woes and look like some kind of beggar or, worse, owe any kind of debts. “If it’s alright, I… really just want the jacket I had replaced.”

“Was it special to you?” Desi’s tone was a little kinder, something similar to pity, but not quite as condescending. It was nicer.

“Sort of?” Elsa shrugged, looking away to instead fiddle with her water bottle and get it open. “I had been outgrowing it anyway so it basically didn’t fit anymore, but it was a gift.”

A glance up showed that Desi was giving her his full attention and looking interested in what she was saying, and Scotty was looking out the window to where she couldn’t tell if he was making it seem like he wasn’t listening or actually wasn’t listening. Somehow, she felt herself wanting to say more.

“It was a birthday gift from an older foster sibling I had a couple years ago. We didn’t even keep in contact and he left the system probably over a year ago now, but the jacket was still mine, you know? We weren’t exactly close, but it was mine.” It looked like he got it, but just to drive home the point she added on quietly, “You don’t get gifts much in the system. You don’t get things that are yours in the system.”

The three of them sort of sat there quietly, Desi finally raising his voice, “Aidano?” He seemed to be talking to the driver, Elsa looking back to see they were actually driving. She hadn’t even felt the car move from where she and Desi had first gotten in. “The usual clothing place.”

It was hard with how twisted around she was, but she was pretty sure she saw Scotty and Aidano both share some kind of look that probably meant something. “So, Elsa.” Desi smiled at her, still acting like he was talking to someone interesting. “If you could have your dream jacket, what would it look like?”

Well. If she had already shared her tragic backstory, she might as well go all the way, right? With that in mind, she took a sip of water before she closed the bottle and then moved her backpack to rest between her legs before opening it and, after shoving the bottle inside, pulling out her most recent sketchbook. She hadn’t been working in it much, so it was pretty beat up. Still, she knew exactly which page to flip to.

“I guess my dream jacket would be something like this?” Elsa held out the sketchbook, letting Desi take it and feeling a burst of pride when the big time mafia boss looked impressed at her drawing.

“You designed this?” Designed? Big word for just drawing a cool looking jacket, but she’d take the compliment.

“Yup,” Elsa said, even more gleeful when she saw Scotty, who had still been pretending to not hear anything, snuck a glance over and looked impressed himself. “Drawing is cheap, easy, and fun, so it makes for a good hobby. I can’t exactly get clothes easy, since, you know, I’m twelve, so I just drew what I wanted. So I guess if I could have a dream jacket, it would be like that.”

“You’re got talent here, kid. It looks good.” Heh. She was pretty good, wasn’t she? She was pretty glad though that he decided to not flip around to other pages like other people would when she showed them a drawing.

A voice from behind her startled her before she realized it was just the driver. “We’re here, sir.”

“Thank you, Aidano.” Looking back to her, Desi smiled. “I think we can do something about getting you a good jacket.”

With that he was opening the door and getting out of the car, still with her sketchbook in his hand, she noticed, and gesturing for her to follow. She glanced at Scotty, who just raised an eyebrow back like he was waiting on her. “Alright, alright,” Elsa grumbled, sliding over before getting out of the car, making sure to grab her backpack and take it with her.

She barely got on the sidewalk before Desi was walking into a store, Elsa quick to follow and then immediately stopping when she got inside because whoa. It looked like one of those high-end tailoring places people in movies got their clothes from when they were rich. Bolts of fabric were lined up against the upper walls and everything was made of polished wood and curved edges. It looked sleek, cool, and expensive.

Desi was walking up to the counter where someone in a fancy vest and suit pants was standing, a tape measure slung over their shoulders to really drive in the point she was somewhere where people made the clothes for a person specifically. Elsa followed him, but she was slow enough she could sneak some looks at some of the mannequins that did have outfits on them. She didn’t see any prices, and she definitely knew what that meant.

Desi and the guy seemed to know each other, going by how warmly they said hi, and Elsa made sure to give it a couple minutes before she joined them at the desk, especially with how serious they looked to be after the initial hellos. It gave her time to look at some of the clothing more, already thinking up ideas for next time she drew.

When she finally got to the desk, Desi spared her a quick smile. “Matthew, this is Elsa,” Desi introduced, Elsa waving at Matthew because this was a very expensive store and she wanted to be on good behavior considering she already looked like she didn’t shop in places like this. Ever. “Like I was telling you, her jacket got ruined while she was helping me out and we’re here to get her a new one. I even got a reference photo for you this time around.”

Her sketchbook was laid on the table and Elsa felt absolutely mortified that a professional designer was looking at her doodle of a jacket she thought would look good on her. “Oh! Did you draw this?” Matthew looked at her and looked impressed. “This is incredible work! I can tell you like designing, and your pallet to the side here shows a good sense of color.”

“Oh. Thank you,” Elsa said even as she mentally scolded herself for doubting her skills because, obviously, she was a god at drawing and should be worshiped as such.

She didn’t get to say anything else before she was being almost literally swept away and then helped onto a little stand with her arms held out as that measuring tape was used to take her measurements.

It then hit that she was in a very expensive store getting a jacket custom-made for her and decided she was probably in another dream that she should just go along with. As long as she pretended it was all normal and fine, then it would be, right?

It at least was interesting watching Matthew work, totally focused but still somehow answering her when she asked a couple questions about what she saw around her. She was really interested in that blue fabric that looked sort of like silk, but also had a really faint glittering pattern to it that looked really cool.

She wasn’t sure if she was upset or relieved when she was back at Desi’s side at the front counter, her sketchbook being handed back to her and Matthew back at the counter and writing things down in a notebook faster than she ever would be able to. “Alright, since it’s a much smaller order than your usual, we should be ready to have it done and ready for her tomorrow for those final alterations. Some time after two, at most.”

She didn’t get to ask any final questions about how her jacket would look at the end before Desi was touching her shoulder just enough to steer her back towards the door, Elsa passing by another woman who had entered and, okay, fair enough, Matthew had work to do. She’d just get her questions answered tomorrow, anyways- Ah. Right.

“So,” Elsa said once they were outside, Scotty following them from where he had been standing by the door for probably the whole time. Seemed like a mafia thing to do. “We’re… coming back tomorrow?”

Desi chuckled and took something from his pocket before holding it out, Elsa shifting her grip on her sketchbook to take a white business card. It looked like it was for the store behind her, the name and address and everything printed on it. Flipping it over, she was surprised to see a number actually written in ink on the back.

“You can come back yourself tomorrow and get it, no need to worry about strange men picking you up from school again.” Oh, thank god. “Payment is all taken care of, too, so all you need to do is pick it up and make sure it fits.”

Elsa nodded, playing with the edge of the card before holding it up. “And the number is…?”

“Just in case you need it.” Alright. Cryptic, but she could guess from that much at least that it was probably his. Probably. “Now. If you’d like we can give you a ride back home or even just back to the school. If you’d rather, there’s a bus stop just across the street, too.”

Hm. For being a big time mafia boss, he sure gave her a lot of free will to make her own choices before just going along with them. It was better than just being told what to do like in every other aspect of her life. “I guess…”

#mafia princess #my writing #original #story poll #i'm going to try and include a Silly/Fun option for each poll i do #just because i think it wou ld be fu n lol #but i hope you guys enjoy this one i really had fun with it!#Elsa and Desi's relationship is really fun to explore

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valyalyon · 2 months

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Which Story Next?

#LYONDIE has a very triggering scene that is next to be released. 08/02/2025 will have the following content warnings:

difficult labor resulting in rapid blood loss, mentions of vomiting, hospital setting, blood collection and transfusion mentions, near-death experience.

It does end on a happy note. The DIE post that will follow this will have smut.

I can post 8/2/25...

OR!!!

#LYONSEA's next post is "2 Red Highway". 2 Red Highway will have the following content warnings:

mentions of gang interactions, descriptions of unprotected sex with MC on birth control, explicit language.

The SEA post that will follow this one will also have smut.

You decide.

#dark romance #story poll #writeblr #booklr #smut #creative writing #valyaspeaks #valyapolls

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