#i want to be sought out

[seraphimsinful]

Feel so desperaye for attention and praise and fun and like. I dunno

[ganondoodle]

Empress and her Bodyguard.

(OCs, grey haired lady Zaphira she/her, demon Shargon he/they)

(also some details up close)

and this guy bc i find him funny

[szfiction]

This parallel makes me insane actually (and there is something incredibly Lawlu about it to me)

[claitea]

i've had these scenarios written down since volo's debut in pokemon masters and i just really wanted to scribble them down and finally release them

[callumilott]

what rlly gets me about callums return to indycar isnt just that he’ll be returning to indy but he’s gonna do it with prema specifically. prema, who have a good eye for talent (as demonstrated by the long list of successful (f1 and other) drivers who’ve been with prema) and they seemingly sought callum out specifically even tho they couldve had dozens of other drivers. they wanted callum to help them succeed in indycar bc they know his value and they know the skill talent and hard work he possesses. they wanted HIM

[so-many-ocs]

i used to be so scared when adults told me my life would only get worse once i left grade school, or said that high school would be the best years of my life. there was a lot happening with me that i didn't understand and i was terrified of what would happen once i was in the "real world."

but you know what? i turned 20 last week. i've been out of high school for three years. i can say with confidence that things have gotten better—and i'm better equipped to deal with the bad shit, besides. the best years of my life are still ahead of me.

realistically, yes, i've experienced more serious things than some of the stuff i worried about in middle and high school, but being fourteen is fucking hard. i'm happier than i was then.

so if you're young and you've heard things like that, just know that life happens differently for everyone. some of us are late bloomers. sometimes it takes a while to strike a balance and find your people, but it will happen. it does get better.

[arson-09]

I have zeroed in on my issue with the centuries age gap trope is not the age gap really, but the inherent power imbalance and that i dont care to have an old ass ‘mature’ man. I want someone my age to share experiences with me, I don’t want someone who already has like all the answers. Men who are older (in real life and fiction) also tend to use their ‘experience’ to control their partner because they believe they know better. Fiction examples- The Darkling (pretty sure that was purposeful on Bardugos part) Rhysand (I dont think that was purposeful) and Cassian (most definitely not)

Idk i was watching the Book Leos new video on age gaps and shadow daddies (mostly a little discussion video) and i finally put my thoughts into words. yay

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[ficandkaboodle]

Never forget that According to Canon, this guy is technically the extrovert of his siblings

[vhvrs]

has everyone seen this tfc cover variant btw. are we all aware of this. do you know.

[spotaus]

The Maskmaker (New Age AU Drabble)

Hiiiii. So, this isn't very long and doesn't do Nightmare or N enough justice, but I wrote this a while ago and my lovely pals looked at me w/ big ol' eyes on my post about posting it, sooooo!!! Here it is!!

This is shortly after Night's coronation and follows Ancha's drabble regarding Ccino + his remaining by Night's side!

   These halls. They were cold. Colder than the rest of the castle.

   Nightmare only knew, thanks to the gentle puff of steam left by his shallow breaths as he stepped down the corridor. The dark, long, corridor.

   He couldn't feel it. No. His sense of warmth and cold had faded almost instantly after eating the apple. The nervous chill in his core had been replaced with a luke-warm air. Like a puddle left after a summer rain. The chill couldn't reach him.

   Still, he wore his cloak. One which Ccino had tailored not a week ago because he feared Nightmare would feel bare without it. His old one used to keep him warm. Ccino was right, of course. Purposeless or not, the new heavy fabric kept him centered. Covered the restless twitching of his tendrils as he spoke with the few he could bring himself to communicate with since the incident.

  

   Now, it's bottom hem was suspended away from the old floors, just barely, by his extra limbs.

   His steps were silent, he wasn't sure when that had begun, but he imagined in this darkness no one would know he was there at all until the Cyan of his eyelight was turned upon them.

   He approached the door. Finally reaching the ornate, carved surface he'd visited only once before. When he and Dream were young. Nim had ordered them to come alone and let the mask-maker measure them. So they'd know when time came for them to commission their own masks. They didn't have to come down, the mask-maker already knew their measurements. They always did.

   His knuckles hovered away from the door. With its carving of that tree, swirling and dancing in the low light his eyelight provided. This space held more lingering emotions than he'd expected. His hand trembled a bit.

   No. He couldn't chicken out. He couldn't go crying, this was important to him. It was his right. It was... the least he could do.

   His fist connected with the door, twice, steadily. The loud sound echoed into the space behind him, and he stood. Prepared to face heckling and anger abd fear, for he wasn't sure the mask maker even knew of his rise to the throne. He hadn't been there, after all. At the ceremony.

   The door swung inward, and... Nightmare found hinself staring down at a monster.

   This monster... was not the one whom he remembered.

   Before, when he was young, he recalled a large, imposing monster. Heavy clay hands that held the pristine masks so carefully. Kind eyes which skimmed sorrowful past him, and handed him that lovingly carved owl mask. The one made simply out of dark wood.

   Now, the monster stood before him, leaning in the doorframe, was not that monster. This one was slightly shorter than him, stocky in the shoulders, and bundled in layers of cloaks and gloves. Their face hid behind the mask of some sort of rabbit, bright, burning lights behind the eye-holes were a soft lavender and blue. Only a lashing tail gave away their species. A skeleton varient.

   "Mask-maker." He greeted, composure renewed.

   The monster blinked, before they widened the door a bit more. A wave of amusement and excitement washed over Nightmare, and he thought he might be sick from just how potent it was.

   "Ah, my King!" They exclaimed, and Nightmare could almost hear the smile in their tone. "I wasn't expecting you so soon after your whole coronation, come in!"

   They darted away from the door, allowing Nightmare to see past them. The room beyond was as he remembered. The large sets of work-benches, suspended candles, piles upon piles of wood. Masks lined every inch of the walls, though now he could see newer ones piling up along shelves and along the stations.

   The monster seemed to round to a large chair, much too oversized for them, and plop down into it. Nightmare drifted inside, closing the door behind him carefully.

   "You royals only come down to see me for masks, that is my job though," They mused. "Or, well, that's what my mentor always said."

   Nightmare drew closer to the opposite side of the table which now separated them. He could see the messy, amalgamated surface of a partially-completed work laying between them. The wood mangled and frayed not unlike torn flesh.

   "I must ask," He knew he had other business and little time, but, "Who are you, mask maker? My mother never mentioned a change in position."

   It would be just his luck that a fraud would be hidden here in the depths. Though, the emotions were simply so delighted. They swirled about, as though every flick of their tail sent another ripple through the air.

   A giggle erupted from behind their mask.

   "Oh, I think I like you already, my king!" They said happily, "Mask-makers have never been asked such a thing by the royals! We have always been known to retire and pass on the mantel without care from you folks."

   They divulged the information so easily, but Nightmare didn't recieve the answer he had asked for. It took a few more breaths before they spoke again.

   "My name is N, my King. Call me as you see fit, I change as easily as replacing my mask." They finally admitted. "King Nim visited me once, two years ago, only to inform me her prince may quickly approach after his coronation. Though, I'm sure you're not the one she meant?"

   Nightmare withheld the hiss which desperately wanted to bubble up in his throat. His tendrils whipped about in frustration. Guilt. Of course they were expecting Dream. He'd figured as much.

   "No matter. I am here to serve my king, and that king is you, my good sir." They dipped their head a bit, "So, what is it you'd like me to carve? A noble wolf? A regal ibis? Something fitting a consort or-"

   "None of that." Nightmare cut them off, his good socket narrowing in disgust. The thought made his stomach churn.

   He thought he'd have to wait for her to speak up again, but found they had quieted and were seemingly awaiting information.

   "My... head of house. Recently promoted as of my ascension." He said, slower. He wouldn't get worked up again, "He deserves only the best, and I know you understand this well."

   N seemed to smile beneath the mask again, their eyelights hidden in thin crescent slits.

   "Describe away, my king!" They exclaimed, reaching out for a scrap of paper.

   Nightmare remembered how he'd been taught. To describe the mask with intention. Feelings and thoughts tucked away into each and every word. Those were supposed to be insightful for the mask-maker. To guide their hand as they carved.

   "This mask. I would like it to be the Visage of a cat. Well-kept, clean, orderly." He spoke, gently, drawing his eye away from the table and to the plain floor were nothing would influence his thought. "A kind face, soft. Trustworthy and bold. Clever. Warm."

   Nightmare wasn't sure what came over him. Descriptions and feelings tumbled from his jaws for what felt like ages. By the time he finished, his throat was raw with emotion. His hands clutched the inside of his cloak like a life-line.

   It was the tapping of N's charcoal stick to her desk which alerted Nightmare. Made his eyelight snap back up to her position.

   Though, she'd already put her sketch down and was up and across the room. Tugging at her piles and piles of enchanted and imported woods. For being a stationary monster, they had strength to move the wood with ease.

   "You've given me the perfect working material, my King! This mask should be done in four-days time." They assured him, not turning around.

   Their emotions read as elation now. A pure, unadulterated joy at the... the way Nightmare had described his mask? He could only imagine his magic intent had something to do with it. Ccino would, hopefully, understand.

   Oh!

   "The mask. You are aware who it is for?" He questioned.

   N hummed, before popping away from the stack of wood with a nice chunk of white-ish wood. It reminded Nightmare of cooked fish flesh, a pristine off-white with an intricate pattern.

  

   "I can only imagine it's that guy? Ccino? Good for him with the promotion, by the way. I'm sure he had his fair share of struggles to get there." N replied.

   Nightmare gave a minute nod. He hated that he had a heavy suspicion as to why N already knew Ccino by name. Nefarious plans set by his mother yet again. Bastard woman.

   He debated staying longer. Watching N strip the bark away or making smalltalk.

   In the end, it was better to leave. His hands were still shaking and his gut felt like it'd spill if he felt one more overwhelming emotion from the craftsman he was standing with. So, he bid them a farewell, promised to return in four days time, and exited from that heavy wooden door.

   The trip would be worth it so long as N delivered. And she would.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

contributing to the vampire hua cheng fandom o7

pose referenced off of this / follow for more fafa :)

[cinnamonanddean]

One of the things I just love so much about the Smallville fandom is that we've all just agreed that regardless of who you're pairing him with, Lex Luthor is a fucking Sex God.

It's particularly interesting because the show barely gives us ANYTHING to support this. We have one (1) Lex sex scene, plus one deleted scene, and while they're both hot, they're not at all spectacular. Zero characters, including Lex himself, discuss his sexual prowess (or lack thereof). And yet somehow, every single fic I've read (and written!) paints him as absolute dynamite in the sack.

Don't get me wrong: I'm not disagreeing or complaining about this! I fully support Sex God Lex Luthor (as evidenced by my inclusion of my own writing). I just find it SO interesting that we've collectively decided it. I feel like it's a competency kink sort of thing: Lex is shown to be someone who is generally very successful at everything he puts his mind to, so it does track that he'd be good at sex too. I don't know what, if anything, the comics have to say about his skills, so I can't draw any conclusions from that side of things.

I just adore the fact that we all looked at Lex Luthor in Smallville canon and went "yup, that guy FUCKS."

[moe-broey]

I'm gonna bully Lif again

I'll admit, some of these answers don't cover all the bases, but. What are we thinking, here. What is The Truth behind The Twink Death? 🤨🎤

I will also be accepting write-in responses as usual 🫡

[thou-shall-fucketh-off]

Daemon just casually having his character development arc in the middle of a war.

[volivolition]

Out of curiosity, who do you headcanon of the skills for encyclopedia to be friends with? Of course I am an encyc and percy friendship truther but I'm very curious to hear yours 👀

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THIS, i love ency-percy friendship <3 you also already have ency-logic buddies and i think they fit so well <33

ency's dynamic with many skills tends to be "talks a lot and [x]'' so it's mostly just who's willing to listen or talk back!! i feel as though many of the skills are relatively friendly to him, but he's not very popular by any means :0 some just don't have the patience for him unfortunately </3

💙 INTELLECTS

Logic considers him a close confidant, and the right hand man of the intellect squad (Logic obviously considers himself de facto leader of his sub-unit) he's a little wordy, but he gets the job done.

Rhetoric thinks conversations with him are riveting (<- good at backing up his facts!) they talk in a way that you'd think is disrupting to each other (constant rebuttals, footnotes, interrupting??), but to them, it's simply the optimal way of discussion for their purposes.

if you get them on the right topic (usually art history related), ency and Conceptualization can talk the entire day away together!

💜 PSYCHES

Volition considers him trustworthy (klaasje conversation quote:"VOLITION - You can trust Pillar-Bookhead, by the way. As far as I can tell, he's not singing to her tune… the *only* one besides me.") and would be very willing to listen to him talk!

Empathy is fond in his passion for his subjects, and gets carried away with him in his excitement when he infodumps!! this is literally the plot of their chapter in Swept Up hjgklj they are good friends (lovers, even. factsfeelings shippers where u at!!)

❤️ PHYSIQUES

ency and Electrochemistry can talk brain things together when echem's in that kind of mood!! they used to talk neurology and brain chemistry together a lot more, but conversations started dropping later on in life

on late nights, ency will find Shivers on the fringe of the headspace. ency will tell her fun facts he knows about the world, about revachol in specific usually. shivers is always delighted, to listen, to be known, to be loved. it's silly, because ency will factually explain an event that occurred, and shivers will nod and then proceed to poetically provide a first hand account of the same event, and ency will update his notes with rapt fascination. its really sweet.. <33

💛 MOTORICS

Hand/Eye Coordination is usually willing to hear him out, and he helps reorganize the headspace library when ency needs a hand (HEH.)

Perception, obviously :] they have a game they play, where Perception will state something it senses ("PERCEPTION (Sight) - You watch the traffic light flicker from yellow to red.") and points at Ency, and once Ency notices his cue, he immediately responds with a related fun fact ("ENCYCLOPEDIA - The standard duration of an average traffic light cycle can range between 60 and 120 seconds.") it's just a silly game on how fast they can do it, in the time between percy's detail and ency's fact :3 trivia speedrun!!!

Interfacing is aplatonic in my headcanons, but encyclopedia's kinda the only guy who can keep up with mechanical mumbo jumbo, so even if interfacing doesn't consider them friends, they still get along really well!! No one knows what they're fucking talking about. hjglkj

Composure is also a listener type!! i think at one point early on, ency was talking about something, paused, and went "…do you actually want to hear this? you look bored?" and composure went "No, no, I promise this is interesting, it's just that my resting face looks like this -> 😐 constantly. keep talking." and ency goes ":] ok!"

these are the skills i can justifiably reason a dynamic with ency!! though im sure there could be others <33 thank you for the ask cedar~!!! :D