#crossover welcome

[deitysmuses]

Fandoms I wanna do crossovers with.

Stranger things

Marvel x DC

Doctor Who

Supernatural

The Boys

The Originals / TVD

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Sherlock

The Umbrella Academy

[omicrontheicequeen]

“So, if a Predacon wanted to start recurring some more mechs, like modern mechs into the crew... how might you suggest this Captain go about it?” Ice Queen humms aloud to herself as she walks. Not really talking to anyone as her tail sways in time with her steps, wings tucked onto her back like a dramatic, if ruffled cap. She’s in bot mode and tapping her chin, no battle mask in place right now, as the Predacon strides turn her around the seemingly empty place to go a new direction.

“Could I get some medics I wonder...?“

[johnconstancewaverley]

“How many bloody times?” He tried to compose himself, this was a friend, but this was also public, full of other hunters who didn’t trust him. He had tried to warn the kid that those who touched this went hard and bloody, but this time, he wouldn’t be the one investigating. Any hunter worth his salt knew Constance had owned the hexed item.

“I suspect I got some questions to answer.”

[ysmay-of-nilfgaard]

Witch Hunt//Open

She’d done it this time. 

They caught her ten miles from Aedirn, and Ysmay had fought an onslaught of what most would consider to be small army; she’d held her own on a field with nothing around it, so she felt no remorse in using whatever chaos she had in her arsenal. It wasn’t until the assassins came that Ysmay was finally brought down. 

Magic greater than her own, quicker, they had surrounded her and hit her at once - they stopped just shy of taking her life. 

Calanthe wanted her alive. 

Ysmay laid, crumpled and clasped with dimeritium shackles, her arms twisted behind her back, at the edge of a room - both hands and feet bound with the metal. Her consciousness was hazy, the world was blurred and a throbbing in her cheek told her she’d been hit with something - hard. She tasted blood and was only vaguely aware that it trickled down from her nose, which felt as if it was broken. A groan left her lips as she blinked, attempting to bring the room into greater clarity - her head rang and thundered with pain at the same time, squeezing a whimper out of her. 

Sitting up to the best of her ability, she looked down - blood stained the front of her jacket and shirt a dark red, still wet against her skin and fresh in her nostrils. Moving her lips, she cracked her jaw - and the bottom lip stung as if she’d been hit with a hornet’s nest in full fury. Her tongue tasted of nothing but iron. They must’ve resorted to more physical means of apprehension after she was knocked out, she surmised. 

Coughing and spitting out blood that had pooled on the inside of her cheek, she found she was in a cave - it was small, and candles lit the corners - she was shackled to a pipe driven from rocky floor to a ceiling made of wood, in the far corner was a ladder, and above she was slowly able to perceive the footfalls of her captors, celebrating as the dust from their boots rained down on her. Her head fell backwards, resting against a rock. “Melitele’s tits,” she groaned, moving her fingers, desperately attempting to break the pipe - to no avail. 

Though, a moment passed and soon Ysmay heard scuffling, mostly in the form of extra dust raining down on her - but the sound of blows landing on skin and bodies hitting the floor was unmistakable, and soon, the room grew quiet above her, still. She fretted whoever fought had left. “Here!” She tried to yell, her voice half-choked off with dust and blood, she spit off to the side and called again. “I’m down here! In the cellar! Here!” 

Soon after, the cellar door creaked open. 

[selinasong]

Failed Experiment 037

the basics –––

NAME: Ellistira “Ellie” Dusksworn

AGE: Circa 50s, Disguised 20-something.

BIRTHDAY: November 13th

RACE: Ren’dorei (Black Dragon)

GENDER: Female.

SEXUALITY: Demi; leaning toward men.

MARITAL STATUS: Single. 

physical appearance –––

HAIR: Wavy, shoulder length indigo (previously chestnut), parted flush in the middle and often tied back when working in the field.

EYES: Void-light Blue, though ebb darker violet when casting.

HEIGHT: 5′4″

BUILD: While she harbors the elven frame, her shorter stature and thin hips allow her to fit in small spaces. More than once this dubbed her the alias 'Molerat' among the Explorer's League.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Birth mark beside her mouth on the right side, shaped like a teardrop. Horizontal lines across her calves, from a bullwhip. Earned during captivity by the Twilight’s Hammer. 

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Silver loops within her upper ears and a singular cuff on her left. Engraved ring set with an obsidian stone, which reads ‘Tread Softly’ in an old Dwarvish dialect. A series of scrolls tucked either into her belt or knapsack slung over her shoulder.

personal –––

PROFESSION: Locus Researcher, Archaeologist, and Treasure Hunter.

HOBBIES: Dungeon delving (whether it be the Highlands or less frequently the Sands of Uldum), Ancient coin collecting, Glider sailing.

LANGUAGES: Spoken Draconic, Spoken & Written (Thalassian, Common, & Minor Shalassian), Orcish obscenities.

APTITUDE: Shadow Magic. Largely self taught, not to her benefit.

RESIDENCE: Formerly Telogrus Rift / Mage District, Stormwind.

BIRTHPLACE: Syvsogra’s Lair, Blackrock Mountains.

FEARS: Collars (after her imprisonment in Cata), Orcs, Twilight Cultists.

relationships –––

SIGNIFICANT O: Made a point not to mate in favor of research.

CHILDREN: None notable.

PARENTS: Syvsogra (Broodmother; deceased after Vanilla) & Vezenian (Father; deceased come Cataclysm).

SIBLINGS: Idenian & Zelvirres (Conjoined twins; died at birth), Arestia (younger sister; m.i.a since Cata).

OTHER RELATIVES: Wrathion & Ebonhorn (distant cousins), Onyxia (supposed aunt; mother’s side).

FRIENDS & ACQUAINTANCES: Several magi within the Kirin Tor. Members of the Cult of Forgotten Shadow. Occasional bribed Flightmaster.

additional information –––

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

rp hooks –––

Void Elf in appearance, yes, but she traveled first as a minor high elven mage within the Silver Covenant of Dalaran for many years. An easy excuse to research odder texts without disturbing the Kirin Tor, as it were, though a careful watch on her work was maintained alongside Natalie Seline.

Archaeologist especially active during Northrend with a piqued interested in Titan technology, that’s consumed her work for the better half of a decade since. Numerous failed incursions to their facilities are tied to her curiosity, and perhaps rashness.

Keen Eyed for the tracking down of artifacts older than dirt and of rumored greater value, she’s been known to fence her lesser findings for the occasional profit. Notably ones imbued with magic, be they arcane or void in nature; thus a large amount of time in Suramar during Legion.

[missgreentelepath]

Open

“Did this require a personal wake up call?” The telepath questioned rolling over and sitting up in her bed. She stretched her arms up into the air, simultaneously stretching out her legs. “This better be super important for this invasion of privacy.” M’gann scolded still sitting with the covers over her legs. She was a bit confused by the earliness of the visit as she glanced at her bedside clock.

[fusionxkidxgotenks]

Open Halloween Starter

“Goten, hurry up!” Trunks shouted as he was dressed up like a vampire in a cape while his best friend wears a mummy costume out of toilet paper wrap.

“Sorry Trunks! This Halloween is going to be so cool!” Goten shouts. “I heard Gohan and Videl got in their hero outfits.”

“Let’s go before the night’s over.” Trunks suggested as they flew.