All thanks to entering “Tom Hiddleston” in the search field on Youtube.
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I have 17 problems and they’re all Gravity Fall fic ideas
Seriously, I’m way too obsessed with this show. Especially with the Stan Twins’ happiness…
List of fic ideas under the cut as a reminder to myself! Need to write ALL of these, even if several of them surely have been written before :D
okay so, here’s the idea *clears throat* gay girls in space
is one of them the captain of a starship on a desperate mission to find habitable planets for an overcrowded-to-the-point-of-global-catastrophe humanity?
is the other one an alien queen from one of the many “already full soz” planets they’ve met along the way? who’s on the verge of a scientific breakthrough in terraforming technology that could save her girlfriend’s planet and her own? but requires a highly unstable radioactive comound only found in the heart of ONE PARTICULAR dying star located across lightyears of inhospitable space that requires navigating a warzone to get it?
is attempting such a flight deemed utterly foolish by the high council as it carries the high risk of getting their own, small planet, involved in the dispute between vicious, star-system spanning empires? BUT IF SHE SNUCK AWAY IN THE NIGHT, UNDER COVER, TELLING NO-ONE WHO SHE WAS, AND COMPLETED THE JOURNEY IN A CRAFT FROM ANOTHER WORLD, A FAR AWAY ONE WITH NO POSSIBLE INVOLVEMENT IN THIS WAR THAT HARDLY ANYONE HAD EVER HEARD OF: AN EARTH SHIP. I mean that couldn’t hurt right?
And I mean if she fell in love with the ship’s captain and found a home with her ragtag crew of humans trying to find a new home on the edge of space. Well that couldn’t hurt either.
Except that she has responsibilities for, you know, a medium-sized nation on her home world that she’s quietly avoiding. WHOOPS. What’s she gonna do now????? Idk but I’m p sure I’d want to find out.
Soooooo…who’s writing this book? Is this plot bunny up for grabs?
Big feral monsters who get protective over their tiny human mates are my absolute favorite thing.
baby dragons that haven’t learned how to breath fire yet and just stumble around blowing smoke and trying to look as intimidating as their parents. dragon children that can’t control their fire and nearly set the entire forest on fire whenever they sneeze. teenage dragons whose voices crack whenever they try to roar. elderly dragons who gather the children around to tell them stories and blow smoke rings for them. dragons.
tbh I’d love a horror-comedy about a retail worker accidentally becoming a ghost/demon hunter because they’re just so unfazed by difficult and weird and bellicose customers that evil entities aren’t much more of a challenge.
“sir or ma'am or neuter, I’m going to have to ask you to stop crawling on the ceiling, you’re disturbing the other residents”
“please leave this place before I call the exorcist to remove you from the premises”
“company policy forbids me from accepting power from customers in exchange for my soul or firstborn child”
“sir, if you keep speaking to me like that, I’m going to have to end this spirit board conversation. have a good day, goodbye”
the walls start weeping blood. our hero gives a long-suffering sigh, walks away, comes back with a wheelie mop bucket and biohazard gloves. hey, it’s better than bathrooms on the overnight shift, at least blood’s not smelly when it’s fresh.
After facing Karen of the Many Coupons and Screaming Children, Asgortoh the Reaper of the Damned is no contest.
I’m really invested in the idea of elves having twitchy ears that reflect their emotions. I’m also invested in the idea of elves having a hard time reading humans because their ears don’t move—and really, that’s like talking to someone who never moves their eyebrows for them.
talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary school kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middle schoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc. They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances, they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.