Bad Ideas Department
Steven Universe/MLP:FiM crossover.
The Diamonds (probably Yellow) are about to conquer Equestria. For continuity’s sake, this happens sometime before Steven actually changes things up.
The Mane Six (and friends) provide some resistance thanks to the Power of Friendship™…and the fact that Dragons think Gems are tasty. So the Diamonds actually go looking for Spinel as the ultimate weapon.
Cue Discord/Spinel/Pinkie shenanigans
Honestly I have no idea where this would go or even who would win, but dang, the fireworks would be impressive.
Challenge #02393-F203: Ill Met in a Summoning Circle
I can’t believe no one’s asked you for this before, but a Crossover please…? – AmberFox
[AN: Betwixt whom? I’m picking my Unlikely Heroes and Shayde because she can wind up anywhen]
They had arrived two minutes past the nick of time. The demonic cultists had succeeded in performing their ritual, summoning a being from a realm beyond their understanding. The portal was open and a humanoid figure was in the middle of resolving itself in the centre of the arcane diagram.
“Oh shit,” muttered Wraithvine, who usually never swore. “This is final encounter territory.” They had a cache of spell pearls in a special pouch and this was one of the times they desperately reached for it.
Lady Anthe readied all her throwing knives. Melvin checked his weapons and shield for readiness. Steelfoot readied her more powerful destructive weaponry. Rumtum got out their battle-ready set list. They could try killing the summoner, but that would mean that the creature they brought into the mortal world would be wild and free to do as it whist.
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Enter Jon Arbuckle - a regular loser in a regular town who sees absolutely nothing wrong with talking to his cat. The man in question has been the sole individual to hear his cat talking back for some significant amount of years, but that’s not the problem, today. Today, there’s something a little bit more unusual about his favourite feline. For starters, there’s been a substitution…
“You know, Garfield; after all these years trying to convince you not to eat my lasagna, I figured it’d be easier just to make two.”
Instead of the expected - his cat taking both and eating them in seconds - the figure on the counter was not the domestic orange tabby he expected. He was larger, for a start. He was wearing clothing, also. Most concerning, though, was the very, very wide smile.
“THAT’S A VERY NICE OFFER, SWEETHEART, BUT I’M TEMPORARILY OUT OF ITEMS TO TRAAAAADE.”
“You’re… not… Garfield?”
“I COULD TELL YOU I MOST ASSUREDLY AM, BUT I GET THE SENSATION THAT YOU WERE EXPECTING SOMEONE ELSE. TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT, PERHAPS WE CAN MAKE A DEEEEEEAAAAAALLLLLLL…”
Meanwhile, in a totally different planar system…
Three adventurers looked down at the large ginger tabby curled up with a teddy bear behind the counter.
“Do… you think maybe he went on a diet?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s just a regular cat,” said Merle.
“Gee willikers, Fantasy Tintin, what was your first fucking clue?” said Taako. True Seeing and Detect Magic both told him that (a) this was not quite a regular cat and (b) there were some extraplanar shenanigans going on. “Anyone got Speak to Animals?”
“I could–” volunteered Merle.
“Absolutely not. You’re gross enough with the plant kingdom, Dad. Silencio on that fucking noise.” He dug out his telepathic band and thought gently at the cat. Hey there, amigo. Don’t wanna alarm you, but you’re not where you belong.
The cat blinked. Yawned and stretched. Sat up and scratched himself in a very Human way. Either it’s a Monday or I’m dreaming super realistically…
“Wrong on both counts,” said Taako, strictly for the benefit of his teammates. “I think it’s a weekend, and definitely not a dream.”
“Well, there’s a line in a song that says you’re wrong,” said Magnus.
Things tended to escalate from that point onwards.
[TAZ Prompts Remaining: 7]
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Tumbl Into TAZ - Chapter 100 - InterNutter - The Adventure Zone (Podcast) [Archive of Our Own]
Final story. Final Pam. Kind’a fitting, I think.
This is not the end of my prompted ficlets. Just the end of this collection of them. New story, and new collection, tomorrow!
This had to be one of the weirdest cycles they had ever had the misfortune to live in. There were semi-intelligent creatures, but they all looked like weird conglomerations of lumps with random features attached.
Worse, communication was nearly impossible. They could scavenge fruits and hunt meat, but getting along with the natives was… weird.
“This lot,” Taako threw up an illusion of a blobby pink thing with too much in the way of lips and arms improbably thrown onto their head, “are called Jaa’m. Don’t ask why. This whole system was made by some truly malevolent creator.”
“They only do applesauce,” said Lup. “And you gotta dance to get it. Like… their dance? Which is so lame that even Barold would be embarrassed to do it.”
“…hey,” objected Barry.
“It’s true, Barold,” said Taako. “This is beyond mortifying.”
“Did you get the applesauce?” demanded Davenport.
Lup started unloading bags of it. Actual bags. There were no glass jars, nor bottles, nor anything that would make sense to put applesauce in. Just. Bags. Bags for the applesauce that their Captain craved.
Davenport opened a bag and just dug in there with a spoon. “Ho yeah… that’s the stuff.”
“This… this is the nightmare scenario,” mumbled Lucretia.
“So…” said Magnus, valiantly ignoring Cap’n’port and his weird cycle-specific addiction. “Any signs of intelligent life? Or of the Light?”
“Trust me broceph,” said Taako, “I think this reality might be better off for us not finding it.”
For once, Lup was silent about pulling the trigger on an entire civilisation. She was having doubts as to whether this one counted.
[TAZ Prompts Remaining: 7]
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Challenge #02162-E333: To Seek Out New Life
The ‘Enterprise’ crew discover P'ting – Anon Guest
Captain’s Log: Stardate… unknown. We have been flung by an unknown force into a nebula that could be tremendously far from home or… could be in another dimension. Commander Spock has been working on determining the exact destination in which we find ourselves. In the meantime… we pursue our primary mission to seek out and explore… anything… that is new.
The bridge of the Enterprise was quiet, but it was the kind of quiet made by people being very busy at their jobs. There was the quiet snap and click as people pressed buttons or toggled switches, the gentle creak of the best minds Starfleet had to offer being pressed to their utmost as they attempted to match the data they were getting against the knowledge they already had.
The Enterprise scanners registered an incoming object, but it was so small that the hull should just ignore it. It was a statistical blip in the middle of all the nothing that was happening. When the deaths started happening, on the other hand, that was when the train of regret lead to a small mass that had actively steered towards the ship.
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Fourecks-Men
- for July’s @letsdrawdiscworld Superb Heroes challenge.(r-l):
Rincewind as Quicksilver (or QuickRinse)
Archchancellor Ridcully as Wolverine
Ponder Stibbons as Cyclops
Bursar as Professor X (or Bursar X)
The Librarian as The Beast
Mrs. Whitlow as Marvel Girl
(and Senior Wrangler marvelling at her)Had a blast with this! Felt great doing something just for fun. Pen on paper with Photoshop colours.
I feel like this is the exact sort of thing Sir Pterry would have LOVED.
(via colouritlater)
Challenge #01987-E163: One Mildly Ominous Evening in Ankh-Morpork — Steemit
And then someone who looked almost exactly like that fellow from the post office[1] popped out from the door. “Oh hallo,” he said. “I seem to be very much lost. You see, I was on my way to Barcelona, and…” He trailed off. “Have I been here before?”
Archancellor Ridcully had a train of thought that couldn’t be shifted from its rails. “I’m not buyin’ anything off of yer no matter how shiny it is,” he said on automatic.
The man in the smart suit and plimsols[2] stepped out. “Doesn’t sound like me,” he sounded convincingly confused. Waved around something that buzzed as it lit up. “Hm. Heavy thaumic fields… I’m guessing you get semi-regular incursions of parallel realities full of eldritch abominations? Hi. I’m the Doctor.”
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Challenge #01974-E150: Dangers Untold — Steemit
Evo-era Nightcrawler stopped when he saw his face on a thing. It wasn’t a comic book, not a book. It was thick and filled with lurid art and closely-set type. “Was ist das?”
“This is my zine,” said the vendor, “Blue is My Colour. It’s a collection from a bunch of fans. There’s Kurtty in there as well as Kurmanda. I try to keep out the hate-fics on either of your girlfriends.”
He flipped to a random page without some of the more… anatomically impossible art. Flipped back to the beginning. No, it still didn’t make any sense. “I’ve never worked in a coffee shop,” he said.