Kobold King

"So for this setting, Kobold, I'm going for a sort of 1920s/1930s aesthetic in a fantasy world-"

"ZEPPELINS!"

"...yeah, there could be rigid airships, but also some other stereotypical features of the era, you know, like flappers-"

"THEY CAN DANCE ON BOARD ZEPPELINS!"

"...yeah, maybe, and maybe something with Prohibition and the Mob-"

"SPEAKEASIES ON BOARD ZEPPELINS!"

"...ahem, and maybe have some fantasy versions of famous individuals of the era..."

"Ooh, actually, you know which individual definitely needs to have a representative in this fantasy world?"

"Who?"

"COUNT FERDINAND VON ZEPPELIN!!"

Idea: deliberately fracturing your psyche into multiple personalities so each fragment can learn a different kind of magic. (Assuming different kinds of magic are best suited to different personality types, as is often the case in fantasy.)

Is this you?

Poll: would you be afraid of a supervillain if his "costume" was just a cardboard box he put over his head. If not, what if he's drawn a crude smiley face in marker on the front of the box. If not, what if there are no eye holes in the box because his powers allow him to perfectly sense everything within a mile radius of him without need for his other senses. If still not, what if he can choose to disintegrate anything around him into black dust at will. If still not, what if underneath his box he's actually a whirling, stirring mass of black dust in the rough shape of the human he once was before he disintegrated himself, now only clinging to life by sheer force of will and desire to crumble everything else in the world.

If still not, please help me, because Box has been in my head all week and I'm scared.

Concept: superhero setting where absolutely nobody cares about elections and politics because the government is far too stretched thin to enact new policies or change existing ones, and electing the president is largely just deciding which politician is going to be kidnapped by Captain Doomsday and held ransom for two hundred billion dollars.

A few years back a whopping ten percent of the population showed up to the polls, but this all turned out to be part of a scheme by the nefarious villain Gerrymander and no one has bothered to so much as listen to a political podcast since then.

Watching my Archive Of Our Own account like a hawk today because I have 665 total kudos and I need to be there if the number goes up by one.

It's not so much that I look at my old writing and cringe so much as I look at my old writing and wish I still had a quarter of the confidence to write such things without berating myself and deleting the word document.