Imagine Uncle Fester and Mama insisting on taking the family on vacation to California, because what better time will there ever be to visit the Pacific, and they’ve always wanted to see a real dragon up close.
Imagine Morticia generously hosting auctions of kaiju paraphernalia and donating the proceeds to widows and orphans. At Halloween, helping to decorate kaiju themed haunted houses. All proceeds donated to K-science, of course. Imagine her at Christmas time, collecting kaiju themed toys to donate to orphanages, because every little child should have their very own monster.
Imagine Gomez “Loophole” Addams, legal counsel for the Wall of Life program. Imagine him funneling funding into the Jaeger program specifically because he knows it will be re-allocated to the efforts at wall building. Imagine him filing mountains of paperwork to gridlock the process in red tape, because this is truly his best work yet.
Imagine Pugsly, the Jaeger engineer, finding new and better ways to employ explosives as weapons. Imagine him getting in trouble for building model Jaegers and having them fight each other into pieces – until the project catches on as a technique to test each design’s endurance, as well as a great morale booster. The Russian techs especially love his robot fights.
Imagine Doctors Wednesday Addams and Newton Geiszler competing for research grants and K-science positions. Imagine them on committees together, and their colleagues arguing over which of them is the bigger kaiju groupie, which of them is brilliant and which is imbalanced. Imagine labs fighting over which one they want to avoid being assigned. Imagine Newt seeing Wednesday’s name on a committee roster and feeling relieved that he won’t be the biggest weirdo at the conference. Imagine Wednesday seeing Newt’s name on a roster and being relieved that she won’t be the only normal one at the conference.
Imagine how disappointed the Addams’ will be when the apocalypse is canceled.
Just imagine Addams’ in the world of Pacific Rim….
Tag: crossover
Any thoughts on Discworld daemons, if you don’t mind me asking?
Vimes has a mutt.
There’s really not a nicer way to describe her, a bow-legged cross between a terrier and a feral sewer rat, mostly the color of dishwater. And she doesn’t really clean up—it becomes more embarrassing after he’s married Sybil, whose pygmy hippo daemon can go from placid river god to defensive bellowing ferocity in seconds flat, and might as well have stepped from the Morpork coat of arms. But even freshly cleaned and trussed in a gold ducal collar, his daemon looks like it was dragged backwards through a nasty bit of the Ankh.
she’s a patient tracker, though, and a rat-worrier and a sheep-herder and a snarling, protective beast—there must be some wolf in that mongrel of yours, Wolfgang tells him on that snowy plain, and Vimes figures it’s pretty likely, he’s got a wolf in him too.
Vetinari has a golden orb-weaver, who only occasional deigns to make an appearance—usually resting on the back of Vetinari’s hand, as if to make a point. (There are heads of guilds with enormous bull daemons who shiver in fear of that little spider, on that pale hand.)
Carrot has a frankly impressive lioness, whose presence made the whole watch-house fall silent the first time Carrot walked in. Vimes had been a little taken aback at the sight of her, gold and somehow not of their world, standing in their grubby and undistinguished midst.
(No one has ever asked Carrot about her, not even Angua, who has her own lovely wolfdog daemon.)
Moist has a mockingbird who perches on his shoulder, the same color as dust and utterly forgettable. (In his old glory days, he would sometimes bring a turtle or mouse with him, hiding her under his hat—sorry, wrong daemon is not an ironclad alibi, but it’s enough of a distraction to run away.) She gets along well with Spike’s terrifying peregrine, though she’s a little too excited by the feeling of being snatched out of the air in Moist’s opinion.
William de Worde has a hedgehog, who immediately curled up in a ball when faced with Sacharissa Cripslock’s ermine. (It took a while to get him to relax.)
Witches tend toward cats—or women with cat daemons turn out to be witches, they never quite decided that one. Granny Weatherwax has pure grey cat, utterly unremarkable in every way but that. (She has always been privately disappointed in him, for it. She would have preferred something a little more imposing, more obviously witchy—which, of course, is ridiculous, it is choosing that makes a witch, not her nature. But still.)
Nanny has a fat piebald cat whose amorous adventures with other daemons rival Greebo’s—he’s been known to slip off for days, only returning when Nanny is called out. Magrat has a cream shorthair who looks very handsome beside Verence’s—slightly excitable, a little graceless—hare. Even Susan, though technically not a witch, has a cat daemon, a sleek black thing that likes to play with the Death of Rats when he’s bored.
Tiffany is among the few witches who doesn’t have a cat daemon—hers doesn’t settle until she faces the hiver, until she ushers it through the black door to its death. Afterwards, Tiffany Aching knows herself to be a witch, and walks the downs with her sheepdog daemon at her side, her hat full of sky.
Imagine a Pacific Rim fusion with Young Wizards
Most of what I’ve seen really focuses on the humans, because they’re the ones who have to deal with it overtly. Not even the hint of impending doom is enough to change the sevarfrith nature of the planet. Aliens can’t just disappear with no explanation.
But while humanity focuses on dealing with the Kaiju, the other wizarding species have their own ways of coping with the invasion. Whales and other fishes have to find a way to clean the waters of Kaiju blue – reducing it’s harmful effects and finding ways of healing the affected.
Safe zones are established, and they all actively maintain the borders making sure everyone knows where those borders lie, and herding shoals of fish away from polluted waters.
The sharks help clean up the damage by doing what they do best, ending the pain for those who can’t be healed. They also are among the first to establish a tolerance to Kaiju blue.
Even the leviathan, the creatures of the depths who hold with the Lone Power object to the intrusion into their domain. They’re the first to discover just how large the breach is, and are much better at detecting incoming Kaiju than the instruments used by the PPDC.
Cats lend their expertise to create temporary gateways that can be implemented at certain points of the ocean. Others lend their energy to the spells of the sea folk, whether it is in healing, cleansing, or otherwise. Experts all over the world help to refine and develop spells related to Kaiju phenomenon.
Not to mention the visitors of errantry who come by to lend a hand.
What if after Deep Thought deduced the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, but had its Answer largely snubbed by the people of Magrathea, it decided to manifest as the Transcendent Pig and wander the universe, in search of someone who would make better use of the Answer?
The two have similar levels of knowledge and senses of humor, after all…
My mind is buzzing with hp/yw crossover ideas because of this post.
Both styles of magic operating intact in the same universe as if they were different disciplines of magic, with both sides learning from the other’s techniques because yw-style magic works better for some problems and hp-style works better for others, and as with most things multiple points of view is an advantage
Luna knowing about fire-worms and perytons and yw-magical creatures because she’s Luna and she would – I think she would be best friends with Sker’ and Filif, too
(can I just say LUNA/’MELA)
I feel like Hermione would get along with Neets really well, and omg can you imagine the ultimate bro party that would be Kit/Ronan/Darryl/Harry/Ron
Of course the epic shenanigans that would result from Dair and the Weasley twins deciding to prank everyone using a combination of magics that makes their pranks nearly impossible to dismantle
Neville and Ronan guys, Neville and Ronan
Nita going to Tom and Carl all “There’s an entire other kind of magic out there and you never told us??” And they’re all “Oh, it didn’t seem relevant at the time because you’re obviously using this kind, did you wanna chat with some experts in magical theory in that discipline, McGonagall and Sprout come over for tea every Saturday”
LP’s all “Damn you Harry, that was my favorite avatar EVER I am holding a grudge now”
Hagrid and Mamvish should be best buddies and conservation heroes
Harry hanging out with S’reee and the whales because that one time with the gillyweed was actually pretty awesome and ever since he’s had a hangup with aquatic life
SO MANY IDEAS AND FEELS SOMEONE HELP (and by help I mean add fuel to the fire)
The Weasleys all looking at Dairine like “Are you sure you’re not one of ours that we misplaced somehow”
Peach and Professor McGonagall being irascible at each other during tea at Tom and Carl’s, and McGonagall revealing after the events of High Wizardry that she’d suspected all along that there was something more to Peach. Animagi learn to recognize the signs, after all…
Hagrid hearing about Filif and Sker’ret staying with the Callahans and being ecstatic about it and subsequently beginning an obsessive study of alien biology, which everyone else at Hogwarts regards as a weird fantasy and nothing more
It turns out some people who were thought to be Squibs in the Wizarding World were just practicing YW-style wizardry this whole time, and most wizards didn’t recognize what was going on
Carmela finding out about it all and insinuating herself into the Wizarding World just as she did with YW-style wizardry
She splits her days between the Crossings and Diagon Alley now
I could keep going…
THEN KEEP GOING.
HECK YES to the Squib thing.
I am now convinced that Carmela goes into business with Honeydukes and makes them one of the most popular chocolate brands offworld. Some of their other products are a hit, too – it turns out that Fizzing Whizzbees are ridiculously popular with Rirhaits. Because of the differences in body chemistry, instead of levitating a few inches above the ground, Rirhaits will end up floating anywhere from 5-20 feet in the air (like that one time Sker’ret ended up plastered to the moving ‘stained-glass’ ceiling at the Crossings…)
…everyone at Hogwarts thinks alien biology is a weird fantasy UNTIL Hagrid finally convinces Sker’ and Filif to come visit him at school. This turns into an incident when someone mistakes Sker’ for a new and improved Blast-Ended Skrewt and sends an owl to the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures. Fortunately, the situation de-escalates when Ministry representatives find them all having leisurely tea with Hagrid, who has finally found a fan of his rock cakes in Filif. (the rocks that the trees break asunder…) Filif tells all his friends about them and the Forbidden Forest subsequently becomes a huge Demisiv tourist destination. Hogwarts students start hanging around the forest more (with the permission and goodwill of the centaurs, of course, because relations with the school have improved), because honestly there’s nothing so nice as doing homework outdoors and getting help with your Arithmancy homework from a vacationing Demisiv.
Just imagine though – The Wizarding World, within bounds, is astahfrith! Sure, magic works differently, but still, it’s something much of the yw gang hasn’t experienced. I need them exploring this right now.
I’d love to see the yw gang trying out wands just because. I imagine Nita might find a rowan wand a very helpful addition to her wizardly equipment – one that doesn’t wear out like the others, one that can ‘recharge’ on moonlight because it’s stabilized with unicorn hair. Kit, not so much, he still prefers his antenna wand.
Also, the very necessary interdisciplinary discussion on psychotropic magic that needs to happen. Hermione would be hugely interested in the ethics side of yw-style magic. Actually, the only hp/yw crossover I’ve seen focuses on Hermione finding a Manual and it really makes sense.
… Why did I ever think these universes were irreconciliable?!
you know what i want in life
the meeting of darryl mcallister and sam wilson
One morning, Steve Rogers is out for his usual early jog around D.C. He’s kept up the habit, even after all of the chaos with S.H.I.E.L.D. and H.Y.D.R.A. happened—the way he sees it, when everything around you keeps violently changing, it’s all the more important to stick with your routines. Besides, jogging around all of the monuments as the sun rises is so peaceful, so—
“On your left.”
Steve turns, chuckling, and sure enough, there’s the dark silhouette of another jogger rapidly catching up to him. It’s not the first time Sam has tried this, but if nothing else, he’s glad for the company.
“Okay, okay, you got me,” says Steve as the other jogger pulls up alongside him. “Hey, Sam…”
He stops himself short once he gets a good look at the other man. He looks a little like Sam, sure, but he’s skinnier, a bit narrower around the face, and his hair is different too. “Oh, excuse me, sir,” Steve mutters, his face burning. “Thought you were somebody I knew.”
“Don’t worry about it,” says the other, and speeds up, jogging past him. Apart from still being a little residually embarrassed, Steve thinks no more about it, until…
“On your right.”
Steve stares. The jogger passing him on the right looks exactly like the one who just passed him on the left. They’re even dressed just the same, and have the same—what’s it called—iPod (Natasha keeps telling Steve he should get one, but Steve’s holding out until he gets caught up on the last half-century or so of music). Maybe they’re identical twins, he thinks to himself, and keeps running with a shake of the head. After all, he’s seen stranger things.
“On your left.”
By now Steve is sure: he’s just been passed by three identical copies of the same person. And it doesn’t end there.
“On your right.” “On your left.” “On your right.” “On your left.”
By now, Steve is surrounded by a small army of identical joggers, and is becoming increasingly convinced that he has stumbled into either a H.Y.D.R.A. plot or a very strange dream. The marble face of Abraham Lincoln looks on impassively as he sprints by, the entourage of clones increasing by the moment.
And then: “ABOVE YOU!”
This time it is Sam, wearing his Falcon wings and soaring a few feet above Steve’s head. “Now you see how it feels, Rogers?” Sam shouts over the roar of the jets. “Not so hilarious when you’re on the other end, huh?”
“I’m pretty sure when I passed you, there was only one of me!” Steve protests.
“Oh, all right, you’ve got a point,” says Sam, coming in for a graceful landing at the end of the Reflecting Pool. “Just promise me you’ve learned your lesson. Nice work, Darryl.”
Abruptly, the army of joggers surrounding Steve is gone, and only one remains: the original, he supposes, who is now laughing and giving Sam a high five.
“Steve Rogers, Darryl McAllister,” says Sam with a wave of the hand. “We met a few weeks ago when he was in town for some kind of important government meeting, and I found out he could do that little trick. Couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show you what it’s like when someone keeps passing you jogging, over and over.”
"First you and Nat, and now you’re dragging innocent strangers in to pull pranks on me,” says Steve ruefully, shaking Darryl’s hand. “Where’s it going to end?”
“That’s always a dangerous question to ask,” Darryl points out. “The Universe just doesn’t leave some people alone…”
“It’s okay,” Steve says, as the three of them, by unspoken agreement, start jogging again, side by side. “I’m used to it.”
Guard Growth and Ease Pain
So…me and songofsunset were discussing a bit about a Yugioh/Young Wizards crossover, specifically in regards to the early chapters/season 0. Considering all the death/mental destruction that happened, it’s only logical that some wizards would have tried to follow up on it. So…I wrote a short drabble, about one such incident. I initially wanted to use the canon YW characters, but it sounds kind of weird, considering how they don’t have any real reason to go to Japan. (Well…maybe Carmela does, but that’s for another time.) So, this drabble stars a Nameless Japanese Wizard. Enjoy?
Guard Growth and Ease Pain
The burger shop is, all things considered, quite peaceful. You’ve just finished a minor intervention concerning a potential brushfire caused by a carelessly discarded cigarette. Fires have always been a specialty of yours.
Just as you are halfway through your burger, there is a loud yell from the doorway. You recognize that man. Everyone may call him Prisoner Number 777, but you know his name is Jiro. It’s not that hard a fact to discover, but it seems that some people are more interested in sensationalism. Or maybe they don’t want to humanize a criminal. You know better than to fall into that trap, though.
When he demands that everyone get down, you do so too. However, you are already thinking of spells to disable guns or stop bullets. You are halfway through a gun-jamming spell when you hear someone challenge the convict to a game. You risk looking up, to see him focused on someone sitting across from him. From this angle, you can’t see who that person is. When Jiro waves the gun again, you put your head back down. No use risking him being antagonized further.
You go back to assembling that gun-jamming spell, now mostly ignoring what’s going on around you. However, when you hear a scream of pain, your head shoots up, the gun-jamming spell one syllable away from completion.
You don’t think you’ll need it anymore, though. Mainly because Jiro is on fire. You immediately hurry towards the scene, taking off your jacket and preparing to use it to help smother the flames.
Convincing fires to die down is hard. Convincing fires fed by alcohol to die down is even harder. Convincing the local air to leave the vicinity is easier, but that would kill him anyways. No one else hurries over to do anything once they see you approaching.
The fire dies quicker than it normally would have. You think he’s still alive. You hope he’s still alive. It takes some urging, but finally someone calls an ambulance. You stay next to him while it arrives, doing a basic life-support wizardry.
Once the ambulance finally takes him away, you start home. The whispers behind you of how “awesome” Jiro being set on fire was, and how he “deserved it,” terrify you. People seem more concerned about the damage done to the table and chair by the fire. And yes, you can feel that they, too, are pained, but they will survive this more easily.
Someone offers you a new jacket. You refuse it. It’s not too far a walk home from here. And on the way, you can start trying to remember that voice.
In the Strange Late-Night Crossovers Department:
Planet Alaalu’s equivalent of Night Vale Community Radio.
“A friendly and hospitable world where the sun is warm, the oceans are splendid, and everything is absolutely fine. Welcome…to Alaalu.”
"Our top story tonight, listeners: due to suspected influence from Esemeli, the Daughter of the Daughter of Light, shesh and shesh byproducts have now become malevolent forces of shadow. Word has been put out by the government that anyone continuing to practice ceiff farming will be immediately arrested. Representatives stressed that there was no need for panic. Quelt, the planet’s wizard, could not be reached for comment, as she is currently beneath the planet’s crust searching for metal.”
"This just in: three strange beings have arrived on our largest island. Two of them are bipeds like us, but much shorter, and their companion is four-legged and ominously fuzzy. This last individual has been observed chasing flocks of ceiff—perhaps he is aware of the danger of shesh and shesh byproducts. Alaalids, I do not know why these mysterious and elegant strangers are here, but something has changed in the wind.”
"And the keks are still building a miniature, intricate city on the beaches, out past the edge of the Cities. They will not tell us why they are building, but lately, their designs have grown more complex still, and they have been heard to say that something will be happening….soon.”
"And now, let’s go to the weather….”
ronald mutters further to himself about his writing nonsense
nah, but for real, this one’s gonna be boring as frick so don’t even bother reading it
Hey, do you want me to try doing voices for some of those? I think I could get the female voices down, at least. Just give me a few sample lines, if you want!
COOKIE MONSTER CATCHING FIRE PARODY?????
PEETA IS LITERALLY A PIECE OF PITA BREAD WITH EYES????????
Okay, this is actually hilarious.
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