#funny concepts

[swissofficial]

I think the funniest hcs u can have for Atmey is that he's fucked up his own eyesight with his magnifying monocle somehow and his giant bow is a clip-on

[the-biology-otter]

Concept: The animated musical Anastasia, but anytime Rasputin is on screen the underscoring changes to an instrumental version of the song “Rasputin” by Boney M.

[yourlocalcon-man]

Consider, the stockpiling quirk that became One for All also stockpiled All for One while All for One was in possession of it. And Deku defeats All for One by stealing All for One from All for One with All for One.

[laforetmagik]

I am looking for a top blockbusters movie...I think it was “ Tiny Superhero Swallowed By Giant Cruel Mistress“...I’m not sure for the title but it sounds great ! 🔫 🧲 🧩

[icebearzombie]

Big people in tiny cars

[twobrokenmirrors]

Heat

ECWS again. Prompted to write from an animal's point of view. I'm not 100% if I like this piece as much as I could... it still needs tweaking.

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If you look at it the right way, everything is heat.

By the entrance to the half-hidden cave the heavy boulders shimmered with the memory of lava. A bird, soaring where the jagged tips of the  mountains scraped the ether, was an incandescent speck in a sky that glowed a soft, light pink with the warmth the Earth itself gave off. The snow that still lay in careless heaps outside, ice-cold to the touch, was the colour of full-blooming pink roses in the summertime. Even inside the cave, pitch black, the walls recalled the fires that had lapped them before. To the right pair of eyes, there was plenty of light.

To the right pair of eyes, the world was one of red and pink and orange and the remembrance of heat from the birth of the world.

The right pair of eyes blinked slowly, lids closing over irises the colour of an autumn bonfire and then lifting again to survey the world stretched below like a fireside blanket. The trees throbbed patiently amber with every pulse of sap through their trunks, but they weren’t interesting- they were background noise.

The right pair of eyes, set in a face the pure, clear shade of a flawless emerald, blinked again. A pair of vast, leathery wings beat once, almost lazily, pushing the air aside as though it were of no consequence.

There.

A speck of bright, vibrant red amongst the gentle amber of the trees. Living, breathing red that spoke of warmth that comes with the flow of blood and the beating of a heart. Two scaled nostrils flared and sucked up the smell of prey.

For a moment, nothing, and then the lithe body twisted and the massive wings were trimmed and the amber pines below rushed closer and closer-

The deer squealed, and warmth flowed away into the ground, which for a moment glowed brighter until the new heat was absorbed into the old.

The vibrant red of the body began to dim even as it was flown home, but the dragon did not mind. Meat stayed warm in the belly for a long time. The memory of it was strong.

Those huge wings beat again, effortlessly, and the dragon soared against a sunset painted in a thousand different shades of heat. 

[theunderspoken]

Someone who pronounces résumé and resume the same way