the spec-crack-ular AU game!

[puella_nerdii]

Wow, it's been ages since I've played any sort of writing game in my journal. I remember when I used to do them all the time! I admittedly had less people reading my journal then, but. This one should be both doable and fun, though.

Give me the premise for a crossover (example: Germany gets lost in the middle of a fairytale and runs into Fakir), a

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[byzantienne]

*EVIL*

Please fuse Cyteen with Sweet Rabbit.

[puella_nerdii]

You are indeed evil.

And since you are so evil, I'm going to ask for a little more detail on the prompt, if you could?

[byzantienne]

*decides to just BE horrible*

-- Justin = Wallace. Grant = Josiah.

Do what you will.

[puella_nerdii]

When Wallace stares at the ceiling for hours on end, his lips barely fluttering as he breathes, and turns away mutely whenever Josiah tries to offer him food, or water, or even a case study, Josiah can't remember what drew him so strongly to CIT psychsets in the first place. He closes his eyes, breathes deep, and pores through his own -- he doesn't find the answer to that, but he knows what syntax isn't parsing, what subprograms have stalled out. He's going to need deep-tape to repair this, he can tell that much. He should start that process now, report to another qualified handler; when Wallace is better, he'll be better, too. He should leave now.

Just a few more minutes, he catches himself thinking.

It's flux, all of it. He still doesn't let go of Wallace's hand.

[mithrigil]

Personify the Nations of Sweet Rabbit.

[gileonnen]

I am in love with this prompt.

[twistedsheets10]

Wow. Seconding this prompt HARD.

[puella_nerdii]

Haradh knows he is looking at her; his eyes are grasping things, and she can feel his gaze trying to claw into her back and draw her closer. She makes her back a stone wall, stronger than his steel, and stares not ahead but within herself, and only when she is safe inside does she, so shielded by her own flesh and bone, look back out again.

Sassen's mouth narrows. "Well? Have you nothing to say?" He snorts, in the manner of a wild boar. "That's unusual, for you."

"I have words," she tells him, levelly. "They are not for you."

[pinstripesuit]

Hetalia/Inglourious Basterds crossover (can be set in AHEWverse).

[puella_nerdii]

I can totally work with that, but can I have a little bit more of a prompt?

[pinstripesuit]

Aldo and the boys happen upon Germany and Prussia?

OH GOD THIS IS AWFUL but it popped into my head and now the image won't leave me alone

[puella_nerdii]

"So," the Apache says, squatting so that his face is made level with Germany's own, "seeing as how this war is over now, what'cha gonna do? Now I understand that yourself being a whole nation, it's gonna be a long answer, 'cause of all you've got to answer for."

Germany will not deny it. "I will make my reparations," he says; the frowns creasing their faces, he knows, are not because he misspoke. "And I will rebuild."

"And in the middle of all those re-pa-ra-tions, are you gonna take off your uniform?" The Apache stretches out each syllable of reparations as though it forms its own word, and something about the effect makes Germany's teeth clench.

"The uniform is a disgrace," he says. "But I cannot deny that I wore it."

[hakucho_cygnus]

Hetalia/Sandman. Because I won't ask for any other crossover. >_>

[hakucho_cygnus]

And the premise is Russia seeing Death.

so in my head this is kid!russia and the mongols, or thereabouts.

[puella_nerdii]

The corpses littering the battlefield bloat; their stomachs distend past their waistbands as though they have eaten a very great meal, but the only creatures feasting now are the maggots swarming in all the wounds, and they are breeding in the gore --

"Hey. Hey, don't cry."

Russia looks up. The lady smiling down at him is pale, with hair and eyes like the night, and she is even more beautiful than his sisters. Russia stares. "Did you call me?" he asks.

"I did. I'm not here for you, though." She rumples his hair, and he wants very much to giggle at that, but he bites his lip so he will not. "You've still got a lot of time ahead of you."

[gileonnen]

Fusion: Hetalia and Star Trek XI. Personified nations ... IN SPACE.

so the first thing that popped into my head when I saw this was OH MY GOD VULCAN-TAN

[puella_nerdii]

"Your hospitality is exemplary," Vulcan says, "but I must decline for the time being -- "

Earth holds up his hand to forestall the inevitable list of logical supports for that argument; he might be young, relatively speaking, but he's been around Vulcan long enough to get a sense of how the man -- Vulcan, rather -- works. "Don't worry about it."

"I am not worried. Worry implies emotional distress. I am only weighing the knowledge of the tasks ahead of me against the probability of my completion of them in a timely manner, based on -- "

"Vulcan?"

"Yes?"

Earth takes him by the shoulder, firmly, and for once Vulcan doesn't seem to want to shrug him off. "We're getting you a beer. Or chocolate milk, right," he corrects, remembering. "A nice big cold glass of chocolate milk."

Re: so the first thing that popped into my head when I saw this was OH MY GOD VULCAN-TAN

[gileonnen]

*cracks up* This is spectacular. They're clearly not Kirk and Spock--but there's something in their manners that authorizes Kirk and Spock to serve as their respective homeworlds' representatives.

Re: so the first thing that popped into my head when I saw this was OH MY GOD VULCAN-TAN

[puella_nerdii]

Thanks -- and I'm glad that came across, really, especially in such a short space.