#crossover edition

[librawritesstuff]

Morsetache Monday: Crossover Edition

[moirindeclermont]

Polin crossovers edition,

basically...In which fictional universe would you like to see Colin and Penelope?

I'll give you some but I want to hear yours too. Shall we begin?

The Mummy

She is a smart and beautiful librarian, he is a scoundrel with a heart of gold. The banter. The fights. They could kiss near a pyramid and kill mummies together. Now I want Nic and Luke to star in a remake. If someone wants to write the alternative universe, tag me please.

The Addams Family

They don't even need to be Gomez and Morticia, they could be some relatives or Colin could be an acquired brother of Gomez. They would compete with each other on who spoil their respective wives most.

Dirty Dancing

Considering Polin and their thing with dancing, it would b something else indeed. Also, Dirty Dancing has some of the most beautiful intimacy scene... Perfect for them.

Ever After

Best Cinderella movie, no I won't take criticism at this time. They would fit so well! And I'd love to see the part where Pen takes away Colin by putting him on her back.

The little mermaid

Of course... That would be something just to hear Pen sing. Also it's one of my favorite Disney movie paired with Beauty and the beast, also perfect for them.

What's your favorite?

The Mummy

The Addams Family

Dirty Dancing

Ever After

The little mermaid

Ehy, you didn't mention this (explain in the tag)

Voting ended onJul 24, 2024

[bluerose5]

Since I'm slowly but surely getting through the game and probably will wait til I get Astarion's full story before I write any fic, some starter thoughts on if he and Zevran met. Probably set within the context of BG3 because I feel like it's a more flexible setting to work with than DA.

Zevran still having pretty much his same background, working for an assassin's guild called the Crows. Maybe a powerful enemy of Cazador's knows not entirely of the ritual but that he believes Astarion is key to something. Puts out a contract. Most assassins aren't willing to anger the likes of Cazador or tbh they're in his pocket. Maybe there are even rumors that circulate in the shadows of his true nature. Either way, Zevran is the one that takes the contract for the same reasons as DAO. There's an ambush. Tav questions him. Tav recruits him. Astarion disapproves.

The expected sass and flirting occurs of course, but it soon turns into a situation of like recognizing like. They make it into an unsaid competition of sorts instead of taking any of it seriously, always trying to one-up the other. If any of the others complain, they both turn their words on them instead.

Zevran probably brings up their kills at first. When Astarion doesn't seem keen on opening up about what he did under Cazador, Zevran asks him about what he's done instead during his time adventuring, which he is more open to bragging about. Surprise, the two of them bond over tales of murders they've committed while the others listen in, some more disturbed than others by their flippant approach.

Yes, yes, have to bring up lockpicking! Zevran trying to show off on some tiny, little chest that's easy to pick. Meanwhile, Astarion is over here going, "Watch this." and picking every door and chest in sight. Zevran acts disgruntled but highly approves.

Likewise, any time they're in a populated area, they make a game out of it to see who can pickpocket/steal the most valuable items by the end of the trip. Tav is not amused if this ends up, on the rare occasion, alerting the guards and landing them in jail. Good thing they'd be more than happy to lead the jailbreak.

Any time they head out, both of them try to guess where the other has concealed any daggers. They switch up how many and where they keep them each time.

The first time Zevran happens to see Astarion's back —clearly he doesn't let just everyone see it or linger on it at least— rather than draw too much attention to it, Zevran probably makes light of it, says it's quite a display, and then draws attention to his own scars to make Astarion feel more at ease. Welcomes it when Astarion asks questions until they're both exchanging stories again, although their smiles are more wistful than joyous when they recount the torture they've endured at their masters' hands.

No, I'm not avoiding the obvious. Sex? Yeah, they probably had sex early on, but the instant Astarion grows distant, I could see Zevran withdrawing as well. Neither of them are stupid. Both of them are more perceptive than people give them credit for. That first time, honestly, probably felt "tainted" for both of them after the fact. They don't bring it up for a while really.

On another, similar note, the instant one of them brings up using sex or their body as a tool, all of it suddenly clicks. It's essentially the spiderman meme.

The pure frustration that comes up when the other calls them out on their bullshit because they know best when one of them is putting on airs rather than speaking his mind.

Whether Zevran lets Astarion drink from him or not, I'd say probably so. In the beginning, it happens only if there was something in it for Zevran to gain from the exchange. Later, he would be more open to it when he trusts Astarion, although he'd joke that he'd prefer it after a little charming and wooing.

I honestly could see them having a strong bond, romantic or platonic. Either one could work in my opinion. It, like any relationship, would just take a lot of work and effort on both ends. Both of them learning to simply exist with someone who understands them more than anyone else...

Seriously, think about them being comfortable around each other and getting all the hugs, cuddles, and kisses they can ask for. Need I say more?

[therichantsim]

Impressions S12.Ep:45

[jewishraypalmer]

Invasion crossover time!! Let's liveblog this shit!

Omg it's all coming back to me, this is the one where everyone joins the crossover to SPECIFICALLY tell Barry how much he fucked up lmao it's all screaming back to me that Cisco was like I fucking hate you the whole time

Wally!! I miss you every day!!!

Diggle every single time he sees Barry: oh fuck no you don't

Omggg remember when Barry was like oh where is Snart?? And Ray was like oh fuck *sweats nervously* haven't you heard??

God FUCK Oliver amirite?

Even the Legends are like damn we don't fuck up THAT badly Barry wtf

Someone wanna tell me why I specifically remember this random scene of Felicity holding an umbrella for Mick?

Ok confession.... I really like the Arrow episode of Invasion because I love "what if" episodes so yeah I liked it sorry it's embarrassing

I miss Rory Regan with every fiber of my being. My little Jewish boy!!!!

Quentin Lance was originally right to hate Oliver there I said it

Absolutely hated that Chicago Med reference the first time and I hate it now like idk I'm not a fan of taking me out of shows by using real life references. Also was pissed that Tommy wasn't in the episode in general

Why is this crossover so Anti Supergirl? How are all of these man babies getting away with saying this shit to her?? Years later I'm still like wtf this is messed

Waiting to get to the part of the episode where Ray uses a gun, I'll never forgive and I'll never forget.

And THERE IT IS. And then we never even acknowledged or talked about it again. I think about this all the time and I've never not been angry about it.

Rory and Felicity talking about the Torah and Gematria, I love to fucking see it!!!

The way Oliver treats Kara...fucking hate it

Really miss my brotp pairing Felicity and Cisco

I actually did forget about the Stein having a new daughter plot lolol

Every man on Arrow is very much *old man yelling at clouds* when it comes to metas and aliens huh?

I did like the "she looks like my cousin" line the first time but now it's kinda like the Chicago Med joke...

[sockablock]

I KNOW MY PROMPT! Per the thing I sent you in DM: Mighty Nein x Vox Machina fighting some eldritch deity tigether that swaps their powers mid-battle with who their players play. Percival de Rolo, the man who would be atheist if the gods were not so clearly real, needs to literally pick a god and /pray/.

it’s wild how long it’s taken me to do this and also you’ll need this post for context (tweaked just slightly by yours truly)

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Of course, they’d been warned that reality would be thin here.

Essek had told them all, at length, that usage of the beacon would likely thrust them into a world slightly different from theirs, and Allura had repeated, again and again, that nothing about the Chained Oblivion would make sense. It was the manifestation—the primordial source of delusion—and as powerful as any of them were, they would still be at the mercy of its maddening effects.

Which was why, when the battle finally began, when the abyss started seeping into the Prime Material Plane and the first broken chain lashed out of the empty dark, when the threads of probability started curling, swirling, cocooning around them with the one strand where this was possible—

—well, it really shouldn’t have been all that surprising when Keyleth just swung her staff upside Tharizdun’s skull.

What passed for its skull, anyway.

And then Vex’s arrows crackled with necrotic energy and for a second, Percy could’ve sworn she’d spouted wings. Grog lunged forward and a sword was in his hands, icy-blue, mist in the air, and the supposed monk from that other motley crew suddenly thrust out and called lightning from the sky. The hands of their wizard now glowed with the Everlight, and their aasimar fighter, or whatever she was, had suddenly called forth a hail of thorny vines. And as Percy looked down at his own palms, he realized suddenly that his gun felt foreign, and clumsy, and wrong.

His fingers fumbled against the catch and the safety of knowing, the security of understanding, was slipping rapidly, terrifyingly from his mind.

He looked around desperately, then dodged another chain that lashed out towards him, slicing through the night.

Or did he? And did it actually miss, or had it tried to hit the mirage now at his side, a flickering, shifting, image of himself, a perfect copy, one he didn’t know how he made—

A sorcerer, then, he quickly decided. Or, perhaps, some kind of warlo—

This time, the chain didn’t miss, striking directly at his chest. But his arm was up before he could even shout, and strapped to his elbow, clutched in his hand, was a silver shield, shining bright—

A paladin? Oh, gods, not the—the gods.

But he didn’t have a chance to groan any louder, because more of the abyss was pouring through, now. Their allies—the united forces of two continents—were still keeping the demons at bay, but the longer that Tharizdun could exist, the angrier they got, the more distorted their minds, the worse the probability that they’d lose this fight—

The light of the Luxon flickered, and Percy knew he had no time to waste.

He threw himself back into the battle, kicking scorched grass up as he ran. His eyes darted across the other fighters—a goblin, a firbolg, but who had his guns? Who had he switched with, where was his power—

And then, he saw it, in the hands of a blue tiefling. Bad News had somehow found its way into her grasp, and she was crouched behind a boulder, looking confused but understanding, eyes focused and breathing low. Percy desperately had to wrack his mind, and through the confusion and the twisting and the blood, inhaled, focused, remembered—

The….Traveler?

He jerked around another writhing chain, ducked behind a half-fallen tree to ask.

“Is that you?” he hissed, under his breath. “Ah…Traveler? Are you out there? I could—gods, I could use the help!”

Dirt and ash flew past his face. The sharp smell of blood filled the air.

Something warm pressed into his chest.

Frantically, Percy threw the axe aside. His fingers dug below his coat and after a second of desperate rifling, they clutched around something hard and he thrust his hand back into the night—

The symbol of a doorway, reflecting the light of a thousand different realities, all in one.

The image was…oddly familiar.

And then, he heard Vex’ahlia cry out. His head shot above the charred bark and he swiveled around, saw her stumble, saw a sword in her hand that he’d never seen before and saw her teeth grit, saw a chain rise—

He ran forward, cried, “Vex! Watch out!”    

A burst of holy light exploded around his wife, enveloping her with a blazing, green glow. He watched, steps faltering, as her wounds began to close, as her posture straightened, her lips grinned, eyes narrowed—

She was back in the fight before Percy could recover. Of course she was, and her next strike was brutal—

He took a deep breath, steadied himself. 

“T-Traveler?” he tried. “Was that…you?”

A voice, lilting, and soft and—

“Of course. Can’t have her falling, not now.”

—oddly, oddly familiar.

His eyes went wide. He whirled around.

“Artagan? Is that—is that you?!”    

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[emiliachrstine]

renegades memes + tiktok crossover (1/?)

I’ll be making a part two. You can bet on that. I’m sorry for how dumb this is.

video featuring:

ophelia stane - @kenobi-jinn

audrey carter rogers - @villanele | @bravadoseries

maggie stark - @iron-parkr

robin davis - @ahsokatonas

maddie whitaker - @luucypevensie

[therichantsim]

The Hook Up S12.Ep:22

Denesha Owens guest sim appearance by @shanisims​