#Late night ideas

[bluewolfangel01]

I will die on the headcanon hill that Yuu and Grim are each other's emotional support animal.

I feel like they would have an emotional breakdown if their counterpart wasn't by their side or at least close by.

[heartstringsbloom]

Hear me out

Lightning McQueen of Hearts

I’m about to get a little fantastical with this

Willy’s Butte is known for its desert sands. It’s also home to tulips and cacti. One should always be careful. What it isn’t known for is mysterious roses popping up on the edges of those cacti. The single bloom is so brightly red it’s almost cartoony, or so Lightning thinks as he drops into the patch for a closer look. His recent obsession with flowers only fuels his curiosity, but it’s almost as if he couldn’t look away if he tried. He doesn’t remember if he tried . . .

It’s velvety to the touch. Surprisingly thick and strong. Light plucks it, careful of the cacti surrounding, though his finger slips either way. A thorn?

Ow.

Suddenly the world dips. His vision wavers, swims. He doesn’t feel himself fall, thankfully doesn’t feel the cactus needles, because he’s out before they touch him.

He’s waking up, someone says.

He blinks himself to consciousness. It’s not the first time he’s woken up in Doc’s clinic. Usually he remembers why, though.

Bluer-than-the-ocean pours into his field of vision. Sally cups his face. Something worries her. Light reaches out to return the gesture, even brush some blue behind her ear, but he freezes as soon as his fingers reach her.

Thorns.

His arm is covered in them. Jagged, winding vines that curl up and around his forearm and wrist. Black, red markings. Covered in thorns.

Sally follows his gaze and presses her lips together. They had noticed, she says.

Then she hands him her mirror.

Oh.

Where strawberry-dusted gold had been, there now was a deep red. Rose red. As if someone had bled all over his scalp and it painted down the rest of his hair. The thorny vines have curled up his jaw and around his eyes like the memory of some weird, tattooed mask. Barely there yet unforgettable.

He can’t take his eyes off of his reflection. Sally rubs his back soothingly.

They both turn when the door opens and in steps Doc, who’s scrutinizing a file as if it’ll confess that it’s been in the cookie jar.

He can’t make heads or tails of the situation. Mcqueen’s vitals are fine, though his heart is a little more active. His pupils are blown, too, and—Doc lets out a laugh of disbelief. Maybe anxiety.

What? Lightning grips the medical bed.

Didn’t you see the hearts?

Sally holds the mirror in front of him.

Oh.

Centered in his dilated pupils was a matching set of small, red hearts.

A sudden wave of emotions runs through him, twisting around his veins and lighting up his heart. Everything burns and everything sings. He wants to scream and he wants to smile. Nothing makes sense.

He feels mad (he feels mad). In the frenzy of his heart he remembers, all of a sudden.

Through his teeth he asks about the rose. He thinks it was painted red. He wants to play croquet. (He wants to play croquet?).

He only asks about the rose. Neither of the other two can tell him where it even came from. Roses show up in the desert sometimes, but never have they seen one on a cactus.

He hadn’t known better. He wouldn’t have touched it, had he known the outcome. His nails bite into the leather bed, and it’s as if his touch itself contains a dozen thorns.

He didn’t mean to tear it. What’s gotten into him?

He sways on his feet as Sally helps him down, Doc’s advice of plenty rest and maybe some water following them out the door. He stumbles but Sally rights him every time.

He feels like he’s losing his head. He feels . . .

He’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

(He dreams of half-painted roses and croquet gardens).

Eep.

[stareyedmoonchildworks]

Late Night Ideas: Daminette Soulmate AU II

Disclaimer: this is in no way related to my other soulmate au.

Basically, everyone is given the first initial of their soulmates' name on their wrist at the age of 12, but only upon touching your soulmate do you get to see their full name.

Think about it.

The boys are doing some recon in Paris, especially after seeing a video sent to the JL, which wasn't taken very seriously. (Side eyeing you Booster Gold.)

Anyways, they explore the city during the day, acting like tourist asking locals for their stories, and even getting some background on LB and CN. All the while, they are unknowingly passing Marinette in each place they go to.

It's pure coincidence, really. Like first time was when they pretended to be interested in getting Damian enrolled in Collège Françoise Dupont. Dick got hungry, and Tim wanted coffee, so naturally, they stopped by Marinette's family's bakery. Dick orders as Marinette's leaving, never really making contact with any of them.

Then, as they are taking a tour of the school and asking questions. Marinette is there hanging out with Adrien, who she's cool with by now. They have more of a best friend/sibling dynamic now.

Then tye next is out an about like them questioning the pigeon guy and Marinette had been their for a while now sketching away. The next a the Louvre and she's hanging out with Alix or something. So on and so forth.

You know the always within proximity but never getting the chance to meet kind thing. That is until Marinette trips or something, and her art supplies falls and it's the Wayne boys help her pick them.

Damian is holding out a few pencils for her. She's not really paying attention and embarrassed over the ordeal. She's just graving and going. Just when you think their hands are going to meet and lock eyes; feeling that click sand seeing each other's name slowly reveal itself, it doesn't happen.

She grabs the ends of the pencils and hurriedly shouts a thanks to the boys as she was in a hurry to get somewhere. Nobody thinks much of it.

Then, later that evening, there's an akuma attack. The boys were out prior to doing some discrete patrol hoping to catch a glimpse of the heros and maybe do get their statements only to be caught in the middle of it.

There is some tension between Ladybuy and Rodin, especially when they had to make a strategic retreat together with the rest. Dick was able to have them set it aside for after they defeated the akuma.

Fun times people. Fun times.

The akuma is defeated. Lucky chatm is cast, things are talked over, negotiations are made, and hand shakes are shared.

Now, because of miraculous magic, it kinda buffs the whole dramatic soylmate meeting scene, but it doesn't stop the name from forming.

When they return to their place of living and get out of costume; both Damian and Marinette are very surprised to see each other's name delicately scribed onto their wrist.

That's all I got, but if anyone wants to run with the idea, then be more than welcome to. Just be sure to give credit.

[weepinglavenders]

Autumn Leaves You With Memories (writing idea/draft):

“I knew you once, but I can’t remember your face”

“I remember yours, and the night I lost you.”

The two looked at each other, one in agony and the other confused. He had new scars, tanner and slightly less muscled, seeming softer. But those eyes, oh, Thomas would always remember those eyes.

Those eyes that danced in fire light and watched him with such trust once upon a time. Newt’s eyes flicked over Thomas’s face, grasp for anything that made him have a more solid memory of the boy.

They’d bumped into each other, literally, the two having been going in separate directions before Thomas had accidentally shoulder checked the blonde, causing him to drop his coffee.

It had almost been fifteen years since the destruction of WCKD, since the supposed death of Newt, the cure being perfected and spread worldwide and before long, shops, towns, roads, were all being rebuilt with the immunes being held to an almost ridiculous podium of power.

The rock was now a monument and the world of WCKD was left behind. But now? Now Thomas was staring at the boy he had loved, who had died, not remembering a thing about them. Only yesterday the remaining Gladers had celebrated Newt’s 26th birthday by the beach like they did every year.

“You look like you’ve seen a bloody ghost. You feeling alright?”

“You died.”

Newt frowned looking at his hands and then his now coffee stained shoes before looking back at him.

“Pretty sure I didn’t mate.”

Mate? Please just call me Tommy, please.

He wanted to plead with Newt, hug the boy and sob into his shoulder but he didn’t, staying still as he noted the guarded body language Newt was giving him. The blonde pursed his lip and nodded, awkwardly patting Thomas on the shoulder, scooping up his half empty drink and started walking again.

“Maybe I’m thinking of someone else.”

“Newt-“

“What?”

He turned around again to look at Thomas.

“How do you know my name?”

“Because I know you.”

“Are you fucking stalking me?”

Suddenly Thomas was being grabbed by the shirt and he was staring up into those hazel eyes as Newt bared his teeth at him.

“You don’t know me. I don’t know you. Now, please stop staring at me, it’s pissing me off.”

[spacealienrobot]

Average game of chess between two decepticon higher ups

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Starscream would totally be adamant in trying to beat Soundwave in a game but ultimately just rage and give up

[mahikamihan]

dream team time loop au where only the three of them know they are resetting each time and they couldn't figure out how to escape but uh-oh (angst!) actually one of them doesn't really want the loop to end so they can keep the team together for longer instead of growing apart

[venomuuhs]

What if…

Alejandro and Valeria had a secret child (like an accident from past relationship) and always held it secret.

She was always with Valeria until she turned 17/18 and now reaches out to Alejandro because her mother is going too far and is scaring her whatsoever and she wants to finally meet her dad but her mother is strictly forbidding it.

What if she finds a way to contact Los vaqueros and she is able to reach her dad secretly and accidentally rats her mom out. Totally regretting it but now has to deal with the consequences.

And now Valeria is caught by TF 141 and imprisoned.

Eventually she will warm up to the boys but like teenage drama.

Just a small idea coming to me at 12pm haha because I am a sucker for daughter!reader and teenage drama with dads

[creativitysparks-afterhours]

Man!

We really need more Doctor Mirage/Patient Noah fics. But ones that end in smut! There is just something amusing and wholesome about Mirage going all Mother hen and Doctor on Noah for such a minor injury, and Noah slowly getting turned on by how gentle and attentive Mirage is.

Mirage would be doing his best to fix Noah up and Noah would try so hard to calm him down and reassure him that it's not that serious. But Mirage would have none of that and insist on tending to Noah's tiny injury. It would create the perfect "You inadvertently turned me on. Please fuck me!" kind of scenario. Or...am I just projecting my hcs onto this fandom? 😅

[confetti-cake-key]

Ok, but hear me out, this concept has not left my brain- SHINee as benders from Avatar: the last Airbender

- Onew= Air bender (very calming, does yoga, a literal ray of sunshine)

-Key= Earth bender (can be stubborn, says what's on his mind, hates heights)

-Minho= Fire bender (literally flaming charisma, very passionate, very loyal)

-Taemin= Water bender (dude literally dances so fluidly like water, expresses deep emotions, strives to improve)

-Jonghyun= The Moon (no further explanation)

If my art skills weren't so rusty, you know I'd be making fanart right now. 😭😭

[bluemilkandcookies]

I had a thought and couldn’t sleep before getting it out 😂

[vizthedatum]

The concept that diet is more than what I put in my body has changed my life.

My diet is the people I connect with.

My diet is the art I see.

My diet is the words I read and hear.

My diet is the bodies I admire influencing the admiration of my own.

My diet is the interactions that fuel me.

My diet are the actions I take to feel safe, dissociative, disciplined, indulgent, hungover, hedonistic, daring, and a whole host of things.

My diet is how I adorn myself with my clothes, accessories, and language.

Can you feel how nourished I am when I’m around you? Or do I need to be fed?

Help me with my diet, and when I can, I’ll help you with yours.

[thereal-danysaur]

⚠️GRAPHIC IMAGERY⚠️

10:39 PM, I just got a huge bolt of inspo and I wanna share it now:3

So this girl, she’s an artist in the 1930s that specializes in inking, but she’s a criminal. She’s a mass murderer, who usually finishes her victims with brutal methods

Well, one day, she was finally caught, just sitting in her office drawing. Some guy heard of her crimes and went after her himself, stalking her to finally strike.

She was stabbed in the back with her own calligraphy, and dip pens. Autopsy also revealed ink in her throat and stomach, implying he poured it down her mouth, possibly even drowning her

Well, this lady was special. When she was sent down, she became what demons call ‘The Summoned’. ‘The Summoned’ are a group of randomly selected demons that can be summoned by the mortals above

They usually take form based on how they die (Like Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss), and because she died via ink related items, she took the form of the rubber hose she drew, a drippy, black, ink demon (Bendy style). ‘The Summoned’ have to write their own ritual based on rules and practices from the mortal world

She didn’t really want any blood in her ritual, so she stuck to the ink ideas, but because blood wasn’t included in her ritual, she had to use more complex spells and methods to get her powerful enough to be summoned

(I won’t go into full detail on the ritual, but I’ll give a peek) Spooky circle with specifically beeswax candles, paper and calligraphy supplies, a bottle of ink at least 30ml, and some spook chants

When summoned, she could specialize in creating torturous scenes in a person’s mind. She would strap you down, place ink over your eyelids like an eye mask, and create a virtual scene inside your head.

These scenes would cause physical pain, without causing any real damage (The Giver style), it would put you into a first-person view of a situation, and you wouldn’t be able to control your actions at all, only watch and feel

Maybe I’ll draw an image of her rq, but idk

I’ll also eventually add more to her background when the time comes:3

[shinhatisgirlfriend]

In the middle of the night I had a genius idea (I thought), so I quickly put it in my notes app and then went back to sleep

This was that idea lmaoooo

[fujotaku-grl]

Rumor has it

It all started when Nancy and Steve broke up. Since then people wondered why they split if they were so compatible with each other.That was when they noticed Robin spent a lot of time with Steve especially near the end of Nancy and Steve’s relationship.Here is where the rumors began. People speculated that Steve left Nancy for Robin.Robin found out about this rumor first by Eve's dropping on a conversation during band practice. She then told Steve who told Nancy who then told Eddie and they all got together to ponder this situation. They all laugh about it because of how ridiculous it is. They decide to go with the flow to see how far it will go. At first they guessed the rumor would die like the past one did but boy were they wrong. When Nancy started talking to Eddie and people were speculating again. The new rumor was that Steve broke up with Nancy to be with Robin, and now Nancy is with Eddie to get back at Steve. The reason the situation was ridiculous was because Eddie and Steve were together (or were romantically interested in each other) and Robin and Nancy were together (or romantically interested in each other) The rumors spread like wildfire in the small town and there is drama.

This can be used to write a proper fanfic because I know I won’t do it (because I procrastinate a lot). If anyone does choose to write a fanfic about this I would like to read it (pls credit for idea tho)

[pasta-is-magnificent]

There should be rewards for achievements irl.

Like, if i train and manage to do 3 different hiking trails in a week that should be able to pay off a vacation instead of being a net loss of money due to time not spent at work.

[lemonomelette]

Ooo I just thought of a Soundwave redesign, it's gonna be heavily influenced by a certain music genre, I've been researching so much I can't wait to get started—