Everybody expects bar stools to be built #sturdy, to support regular patrons and quickly end irregular fights. In Pat's bar, you might notice the extra-wide windowsills and wonder why. It's because of the vampire bats' conservation of mass.

Inspiration: sturdy
Potential: Low. As a setting, this is just funny to me.
Notes: Magic makes them fly, but it doesn't make them light. Urban fantasy or possibly humorous regular low fantasy.

The bass beat summoned him up, reaching far down into the sewers where he hid from the day, bringing him back up. He hesitated, and then the fog of artificial smoke reached down its tantalizing tentacles and he felt it wrap around him into leather armor and clubbing boots and some really rad tattoos that--he tilted his head sideways and studied them curiously--said RAD DUDE 4NIC8! So rad was back in, and leetspeak had yet to die. He sighed, mock-sad, but the bass was vibrating his blood and his feet ached to be dancing and the sewers were quiet and calm because rats didn't throw parties and nobody got jazzed about sewer waste, but he wanted to be up and dancing, despite his choosing a lair as far away from the siren call as possible. Someone either opened a dance hall nearby, in which case he'd have to move, or they were hosting a rave or whatever they called it these days, in which case the police would find some unexplained deaths. He sighed, and felt it resonate in the air. He flexed, and felt space give way for him.


Inspiration: Random google of "gatecrasher" ended up with lyrics of "Gatecrasher" by Razor.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Could be fun urban fantasy. And no, he's not a vampire, not precisely. Or an incubus, precisely. Maybe he's whatever a male siren would be.

Everything shattered, including the light. That--that was something he hadn't foreseen. The vials of holy water all shattered at her piercing soprano note. They doused the vampires, who started screaming and thrashing. The light also shattered, and they were trapped in the darkness with screaming vampires. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. "Stay here, stay hidden," he whispered in her ear. She nodded. He'd told her about how vampires could see in the dark, but she didn't remind him. She hid under a table. She thought the tablecloth covered her. She guessed she was wrong when they pulled her out from under it. Ever since her daddy had started going up against the vampires, she'd expected that this was how she would die, someday--

Inspiration: "Scrap Metal" by Bitch & Animal.
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: And that is the origin story for the most scarred vampire with the prettiest voice in the world.

What did you expect? she asked, turning away from my bright silhouette. I couldn't really answer the question. Something more, something a bit better and more sublime than being a combination fridge and chef for the devastatingly beautiful woman in front of me. I'd been enchanted when I saw her; I wasn't one of those blood hoppers that followed all the vamps around, hoping to get chosen, wearing a pheromone-enhancer and thrusting their veins under the vamps' noses. No. I wasn't looking for the free ride. I'd gone to university, studied and got my degree even though those around me tended to drop out--after all, who could compete with four centuries of experience in the business? I'd had plans. I knew the vamps were around, but it wasn't--

Inspiration: "Brand New Sucker" - Jonathan Coulton
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Yeah, that vampire fiction vein's overtapped.