#these ideas

[empresskadia]

if I actually finish my little project tonight, you guys are in for a treat *rubbing my hands maniacally*

[marewriteblr]

i'm taking a break from writing (but not because of writer's block, which is unusual for me) and at the beginning i was too busy to even think about writing, but now i'm starting to have loads of ideas... at first they were for my wips but now i'm hit by completely new stories that i wanna write some day and who would've guessed!!! i've forgotten about 70% of them already

[flowersindistress]

so thank you to those who mssgd me writing prompt ideas. here’s the 2 i’ll work on:

a wizarding world / drac crossover [i’m thinking of doing this one during the actual hp timeline, prior to GOF]

a priest drac and (ca-nun) agatha [uh they will be fucking in a confessional. that’s what i came up with from this im so sorry]

if anyone else has any more ideas, let me know as i’m trying to continue flexing skills.

[magic-and-moonlit-wings]

I just had a brilliant idea.

Once Jim had Eclipse, he could’ve slayed Gunmar without going into the Darklands or letting Gunmar out of them. 

Get a Fetch, figure out where Gunmar’s throne room overlaps with the surface world with that whole pocket-dimension thing the Darklands had going on, and literally stab Gunmar in the back, through the Fetch. 

It might take a few stabbings to actually kill Gunmar, but because the Trollhunters can make their sword disappear at will, Jim won’t have to deal with the struggle of extracting it, which is often at least as difficult as the initial stabbing because the blade catches on things and blood is slippery and there can be weird suction. 

This plan poses minimal risk to the Trollhunter and no risk of freeing the Gumm-Gumms. 

Alternately, if we accept that trolls do sleep, find Gunmar’s bedroom and cut his throat. That’d be more difficult to line up if he were awake (referring to the angle of the sword), so throat-slicing doesn’t work as well if the attack takes place in the throne room. 

Let’s face it, if not for wanting to rescue the Familiars, Jim in canon would’ve been content to just leave the Darklands sealed and Gunmar to his own devices, rather than planning to fight him, and Jim really is the type to go through with a straightforward fight rather than slitting an opponent’s throat while they sleep. But AUs involving more ... ruthless Trollhunters assembling the Eclipse Armour are free to use these ideas.

[hunrising]

ART

[stillgotme]

you know what fuck it i’mma do a few more gen 2 things and then i’ll go back to layden’s backstory lmao sorry but i’m just really enjoying teen valerie and needed a break from the angst i hope y’all can bear with my ass going even more out of order than i already am

[magic-and-moonlit-wings]

Oddly Specific Superpowers

You can see in the dark, but it only works in absolute darkness; in dim light, your vision is just as poor as anyone else of your species in those lighting conditions. 

You can read any language, in the sense that you can perfectly pronounce anything you see written down (even pictographs, because magic) - but unless it’s a language you already understand, you have no idea what it actually means. 

Any items you stack together will make a perfectly balanced pile, no matter how unwieldy their shapes, but the pile always collapses when one item is removed from it, even if it’s the thing at the very top. 

You always find spare change on the ground when you go shopping, but never in a currency accepted by wherever you’ve gone to shop. 

You are strong enough to lift a car, but your super strength only applies to lifting cars, not things of equivalent weight to cars - you can get around this by lifting the other heavy thing while it is contained within a car, but if you aren’t strong enough to lift it without it being in a car, how is that going to happen? 

You only ever see the shortest automatically-played commercials when watching online videos, but you have to see a commercial every time. 

All animals perceive you as one of their own kind; both the social species, which accept you as part of their pack/pod/flock/herd/hive/school/family, and the more solitary species, which see you as an intruder in their territory. 

You can perfectly play and/or sing any song ... that you don’t like. 

You can ‘fly’, but only straight up and down like an elevator. 

You can shapeshift, but only your internal organs, not your external appearance.