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Apr. 23rd, 2009 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rocknloadRemember how I never get to requests? Well, this time is going to be different. I want to write crossovers! Give me crossovers! Or, more specifically, two characters from two different fandoms and I'll write a drabble about them meeting.
Specifically, these fandoms: Transformers, Halo, Supernatural, Tales of Symphonia, The Lost Boys, Speed Racer, Newsies, South Park, Star Trek, Dexter, Iron Man, Psych, Battlestar Galactica, The World Ends With You, Darkwing Duck, American Psycho, Blackadder Goes Forth, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Watchmen. And anything else I might be interested in writing.
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Date: 2009-04-23 11:15 pm (UTC)bonus points for a reference to Kenny and the Comedian
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Date: 2009-04-23 11:45 pm (UTC)“Um. Mister?”
—even the darkest secrets—
“Are you lost? Are you on your way to some sort of freak costume party? Hello?”
—will be exposed to the harsh light of—
“How come you’re watching us and taking notes? Are you a pedophile?”
Rorschach stopped writing, looking up from his notebook and down towards the ground, at the child who had the nerve to interrupt him. The boy was short, young, nondescript. He rubbed his nose and stared up, wide-eyed.
“What?” Rorschach said.
“A pedophile,” the boy answered, saying the word slowly. He’d obviously just learned it. “Chef says a pedophile is a creepy old man, who’s probably really lonely, who likes to stare at little boys and tries to give them candy out of their pockets. Isn’t that what a pedophile is?”
Rorschach considered that for a very long time. “Yes.”
“So are you a pedophile, then?”
Rorschach looked back down at his notebook. “No candy.”
“Oh, good.” The boy looked faintly relieved. He’d clearly been warned to avoid child molesters. Good. “So, uh, how long are you going to sit on top of our school like that?”
“Going soon.”
“Oh, okay.” The boy kept staring for a few moments, then he turned around and ran back to his friends. “It’s okay, guys!” he called. “Don’t worry! It isn’t another one!”
Rorschach put his pen to the page of his journal once again.
…
…
…
… Something is rotten in this town.
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Date: 2009-04-23 11:48 pm (UTC)Also. No candy. I died.
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Date: 2009-04-24 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-23 11:18 pm (UTC)SUPERNATURAL/TALES
Date: 2009-04-28 06:13 am (UTC)“I—okay?” Sam sits down at the table. This isn’t the first time he’s head this complaint tonight, and he somehow doubts it’s going to be the last. “I, uh, don’t really know what you want me to say, here, Dean. Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Then…?”
“Can’t stand him.”
Sam sighs.
The redhead at the bar—not a woman, like Sam thought at first, but definitely a guy—he’s made quick work of this place. Half the women in this bar are crowded up around him as he buys every single one of them drinks, and all the women who haven’t joined his little harem are watching Casanova carefully from wherever they happen to be sitting. They’re watching him so closely that Dean doesn’t have a chance, something he didn’t accept until he was shot down four separate times.
“Dean, you know, he can’t—” Sam purses his lips. He usually has trouble candidly trying to cheer his brother us, and he usually has trouble candidly talking about his brother getting laid, so this is double the trouble, right here. “—he can’t possibly, um, talk to all those women at once. Right?”
Dean makes a face. “You want me to picture that?”
“Dude! I’m saying that you’ve got to have a shot—”
“You’re real good at these pep talks, Sam, you know that, right?”
“You boys ready for another round?”
Before either of them can answer, the cocktail waitress drops another beer on the table in front of Sam, and Dean gets another … Sam doesn’t even know what he’s drinking. It looks like whiskey. “We didn’t order this,” Sam says.
“Oh, don’t worry.” The waitress smiles. “You two have a secret admirer, looks like.” And she saunters off.
Dean sits up straighter, immediately scanning the bar. “Maybe you’re right, Sammy. Maybe—” His eyes narrow, and Sam follows his gaze to the bar—to the redhead with his own harem, who’s grinning wide, in their direction. When Sam makes eye contact with him, he winks.
Dean scowls, slouching in his chair, around his drink. “Dude,” he says. “I can’t freakin’ stand that guy.”
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Date: 2009-04-28 06:45 am (UTC)Seriously. Kick. Ass. And totally what would happen. Poor Dean - cockblocked by the guy in pink.
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Date: 2009-04-28 06:47 am (UTC)Re: SUPERNATURAL/TALES
Date: 2009-04-28 06:48 am (UTC)Re: SUPERNATURAL/TALES
Date: 2009-04-28 07:24 am (UTC)Re: SUPERNATURAL/TALES
Date: 2009-04-28 06:55 am (UTC)Re: SUPERNATURAL/TALES
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Date: 2009-04-23 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-23 11:19 pm (UTC)Cameos: DW and Gizmo Duck.
GO!
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Date: 2009-04-23 11:20 pm (UTC)Jack Kelly and Shawn Spencer.
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Date: 2009-04-24 12:04 am (UTC)Barring that, Kratos and Bumblebee on the FUTILITY OF WAR.
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Date: 2009-04-24 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-24 07:09 am (UTC)More Supernatural-Transformers stuff. I crave.
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Date: 2009-04-24 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-25 12:02 am (UTC)AND BECAUSE YOU ARE DOING TWO:
RED VS. BLUE SOUTH PARK
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Date: 2009-04-26 12:57 am (UTC)This would make my day.
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Date: 2009-04-27 12:16 am (UTC)