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thedeadparrot) wrote2012-08-19 12:18 am
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blargh, writing
I just finished tweaking/editing the draft of a fic that I don't think I like enough to try to fix properly. So, that's probably never going to see the light of day, and it's kind of frustrating to put weeks and weeks' worth of work into something you end up hating anyway. Blah.
I think part of it is that I'm not really feeling inspired lately. I've been stuck in a rut and I've ended up repeating myself a bunch of times when I don't want to. So, a meme?
Give me two fandoms I am familiar with and I will write a crossover for them.
Since this is in the interests of doing something a little different, I'm excluding SGA and House as fandoms because I've written a bunch of crossovers involving them already.
I think part of it is that I'm not really feeling inspired lately. I've been stuck in a rut and I've ended up repeating myself a bunch of times when I don't want to. So, a meme?
Give me two fandoms I am familiar with and I will write a crossover for them.
Since this is in the interests of doing something a little different, I'm excluding SGA and House as fandoms because I've written a bunch of crossovers involving them already.
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orrrr
Mass Effect/Superman
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DC1938, a small garden world circling the red supergiant SM2183 Rua, exploded today in a rare phenomenon called core fusion. The planet’s uranium core collapsed in on itself, igniting a thermonuclear explosion large enough to rupture the planet into several pieces. The shockwave and loss of atmosphere has reportedly killed more than five billion native inhabitants. There is one known survivor: an infant rocketed from the planet in an FTL escape pod picked up by the human cruiser MSV Kent. The inhabitants of the planet, previously unknown to the galaxy, were a spacefaring race who used crystalline matrices for their computing needs. The infant has been taken to medical facilities in the local cluster, where he is breathing gases in a ratio similar to the atmosphere of his home planet: 65% nitrogen, 20% oxygen, and 15% krypton.
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Kumar's not an asshole or anything (okay, maybe that's a lie), but he can't say he feels sorry when Harold comes home from a long day at the library and dumps a stack of scrolls onto his desk.
"What happened to you?" Kumar asks. He's been avoiding his physician's homework for days, preferring to stay and home and slurp on noodles. Harold, ever diligent, has decided to take his accounting studies seriously, a decision that Kumar will never be able to understand.
Harold looks like he's gotten into a fight, as absurd as it sounds. Omashu is not the friendliest of all the cities, but King Bumi is generally better about keeping the peace.
"Some firebender kids decided that they wanted to see how long it would take to get my hair to burn," Harold says. He runs his fingers through his hair as if he's checking to make sure there's no permanent damage. "Turns out it's not that long."
"No shit," Kumar says. "That sounds rough, buddy." He eats another mouthful of noodles. It's really delicious.
Harold gives Kumar a look that reminds Kumar of really sad polar bear dogs. "Did you make enough for me, too?"
"Uh," Kumar says. He probably would have made some more noodles if he had the time. Maybe.
Harold rubs his face again. "Never mind," he says and he slumps back down in his chair.