I love crossovers ❤️

[maliceaforesock]

Welcome to My World!

It's a whole new world!  And how lucky, you've got a friend(?) who has the responsibility of helping you live through it.  Are you an X-Man getting used to the idea of demons in feudal Japan?  Or maybe you're a Voltron pilot who's making friends with a pretty sweet magical girl.  Maybe you just come from an alternate version of earth and need a local to help you overcome culture shock.  Thank goodness you're not alone!

Here's how it works:
1. Leave a post.  Tell us a little about your world. You will be the guide to any new arrivals!
2. Comment to posts. You are stuck in the world belonging to the person you've tagged. (i.e., if you tag Jack Sparrow, you'll be in his world with him as your guide)
3. SHENANIGANS.  Thread out any scenario! Maybe various scenarios!  Write an epilogue when you're done or something. Use this meme to launch a million AUs for the musebox.  DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE.

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Maka Albarn | Soul Eater | OTA

[grigorisoul]

[Click here for a Wikia description of the world. For visuals, watch these: 01, 02 & Episode 1. Maka is a LA version and at age 18-20.]

Sabriel | Old Kingdom | OTA

[bindsthedead]

[Welcome to the Old Kingdom, a vaguely European zombie-infested fantasyland with a magic system based around using symbols to create magical effects, musical necromancers, and a large problem with the restless dead. (Also literal paper airplanes.)]

[fourth_dragon]

[Are you okay with an OC?]

Taako | The Adventure Zone | OTA

[tacosgay]

[GIVE ME LITERALLY ANYONE, I LOVE CROSSCANON. Taako is from a very weird version of D&D canon's Faerun, where society is a little more modern in its attitudes (okay, a lot more modern) and there's a fair amount of magitech stuff going on, as well as some... other weird changes.

But, overall, it's still D&D and it's still a high fantasy universe with orcs and shit. It's just a really shitposty version with a city made up entirely of Tom Bodetts, also.]

[seventhousand]

[Okay, I definitely want this. My excuse for sending Furiosa to different worlds is always 'well, it's the Apocalypse, so time/realithy broke too'. I'm not sure where would be best to have them run into one another, though. Any suggestions (assuming you're still interested)?]

[tacosgay]

[I am deffo interested! Holy shit, having Furiosa in TAZverse would be amazing.

Well, I guess it kinda depends on what canon point you want Taako at. Though, if we have her just show up on the moon base, that gives us a lot of wiggle room and an excuse the others might not be around. Another good time to catch him alone is pre-canon, just after shit goes south with his cooking show, and he could be literally anywhere for that, though he'll be a way bigger shithead then and trying to lay low.]

[seventhousand]

[Her tolerance for shitheadedness is a little bit finite except in survival situations, so moon base sounds best. I can do a starter of her 'landing' if you like, after I get out of work? Or if you want to set scene, go for it.]

[tacosgay]

[Sounds good to me, if you wanna start! Just have her end up on the moonbase. Do you happen to have a Discord? I could give you some deets on the moonbase either there or via a PM!]

[seventhousand]

[I sincerely apologize for the delay. The weekend sucked me in. I do have a Discord. It's WugglyUmp#0024 and I see yours so I will friend you there and attempt to construct a start here.]

[seventhousand]

There's nothing like a good Fury Storm; for cleansing the Road, for shredding your enemies, for turning the world upside down and shaking it around until it takes a new shape. This is a truth Furiosa has known for seven thousand days. On that messy supply run carrying the Wives away from Immortan Joe, she couldn't have asked for a better twist of fate than that storm. It was a good one, not the biggest she's seen but definitely the biggest she ever tried to drive through. Horror and glory. She couldn't have predicted it; they blow up faster than you can predict, or track. She didn't pray for it; she doesn't believe in gods any longer. But she was grateful.

The one she's just been through, she is not quite as pleased about.

Since the Citadel was taken over by the Wives and Furiosa, their general, the hierarchy has shifted some. The former-Wretched are citizens, too, valued and protected as much as they can spare resources for. So when another Fury Storm starts to rise nearby, she takes a vehicle out to try and round up the people she can, coax them in closer to shelter or at least warn them to take to their own sandpits. Unfortunately, she's underestimated the speed of this storm, and the ferocity, and all her driving skills aren't quite enough to keep the wind from catching her car, turning it turtle and sending it skidding upside down across the sand.

When the lights go out, she figures it's a fitting end for her. She's had a hell of a run, and there are worse deaths than smothering in a sandstorm. And then she stops thinking for a while completely.

Eventually, though, her senses start to return to her. Her metal arm is too heavy; something's twisted in the joint and it will need repairs. Also, there's something cool and prickly under her hands, under her cheek. A little damp? Gingerly, she breathes in, and then her eyes fly wide open because the scent of plant life is hard to mistake for anything else. She scrambles into a sitting position as fast as her unsteady muscles will take her, and immediately regrets it, because there's a lot of pain.

But there's also green everywhere.

"Huh," is all she says, and lets her shoulders drop. Obviously, she's died and this is the afterlife she gets. She's...not going to complain.

[tacosgay]

Taako isn't normally one to pay particular attention to people he doesn't know out on the quad; he barely knows anyone on the base, honestly, so if he got excited every time there's someone he doesn't recognize, every walk across the base would be exhausting.

This chick, however, looks seriously dirty, out of place, and doesn't have a bracer, and she's also sprawled out on the grass of the quad like somebody threw her there. Her reaction as she finally does pick herself up is likewise pretty telling that she's new around here.

Taako approaches her idly, casually, an eyebrow quirked.

"Hey, uh, hail and well met. You come to the moon often?"

[seventhousand]

There's no car around her, although whatever cross-dimensional singularity dragged her from her world to here seems to have pulled a little sand with her, and a couple bits of metal debris, including a hubcap etched with the image of a pair of boltcutters slicing the jaw off of a simplified skull. That was a gift, and she might be pleased to have it still with her, once she notices it's there. For the moment, though, she's distracted by the approaching figure.

If she weren't already dead, her inclination would be to get up as fast as possible and be prepared to defend herself. Maybe it's for the best that this is the afterlife, then, because getting to her feet with any kind of grace or expediency is not happening at the moment. Still, she's not interested in rolling on the ground at a total stranger's feet, even if they're some kind of spirit. So she hauls herself up, with a blend of growling and groaning, and cradles her damaged left arm against her rib cage.

And, okay, that's not an effusive greeting, nor does it explain much, but it's also not hostile, so she won't argue just yet. "Sure, well met," she says breathlessly. "Chrome. This is the moon?"

She'd rather the moon than Valhalla, really, but it's still nothing like she'd have expected. "How are there plants on the moon?"

[tacosgay]

"Uhhhhh... sort of." If she doesn't even know where she is, well... that leaves a whole lot of other questions open, really. People don't really tend to just wander this far into the atmosphere, and she definitely shouldn't be this far in without a bracer or some kind of magic.

Not that he can detect any magic off her. Honestly, she's the least magic person he's been in the presence of since Magnus. Still, just to be sure, he quietly casts Detect Thoughts, casually retrieving the Umbra Staff from his back and flicking it towards her. Almost to mask that gesture, he continues to chat with her: "Science, my dude. And magic, probably, if I had to guess, though this isn't really the actual moon so much as a clever ruse made to look like it."

[seventhousand]

She is distinctly unmagical, probably to the point where she'll be shocked to discover anything magic exists. Certainly she's never seen evidence of anything more mystical than radiation and the blur of colors you see when you've been huffing NOS. The gesture with the staff does catch her attention, in fact, mostly because it looks like mild aggression. Her eyes narrow, wary, and she squares her shoulders a little, but doesn't give ground.

"So why'd you welcome me to the moon if this isn't the moon?" She mutters, almost sullen. She is not a fan of word games (although in point of fact, he never said this was the moon, just asked if she visited the moon often, but that's definitely playing semantics--).

She rubs her forehead, and topmost in her thoughts is the memory of the disastrous storm and the crash she's just been through. Feels like a lot of bruising, her left shoulder is going to be a mess for days, and her right knee got twisted in the tumble. And then Grass, this is grass, who grows grass on arable land? Maybe the dead don't need to eat so they don't bother farming. God, but she'd about kill for a drink of water and a fresh peach.

There's no indication of deceit. There's a lot of confusion, particularly now as her certainty that she just died has begun to waver. This doesn't make sense as an afterlife, but it makes even less sense as a way to wake up after a storm. And she's never been the type to go completely crazy.

"Where am I, then? I didn't intend to get here, and if there's a way back to where I cam from, I'm more than willing to go there."

[tacosgay]

"Yeah, uh, that's a good fucking question, because this place is kind of super top-secret? I mean, you literally shouldn't be able to know about it." Well... she's not aggressive and she's not a red robe, he's sure of at least that much, so he returns the staff to his back, shrugging lightly. "But yeah, I mean, we can deffo get you back planetside if that's what you're into. I don't imagine the Director is gonna be crazy about you being up here in the first place."

He pauses, and his confusion is utterly genuine; "But, seriously, though, how did you even get up here? I mean-- okay, I guess you don't even know, so asking is kind of stupid, uh... hm."

Some temporal bullshit is going on. He should definitely tell the Director about this. Maybe. Eventually.

"Uh, you wanna... go somewhere to talk? Because, I'm gonna be real here, if security sees you up here, your ass is pretty much grass."

[seventhousand]

My ass is grass." She repeats with a completely straight face. This is not a phrase she's heard before, evidently, but the context makes the meaning clear enough. "Pretty much."

Her lips twitch. If she ever gets home, she's taking that phrase with her. But the main thing she's getting out of his suggestion is that she's wandered into someone else's territory, and they won't be thrilled by the intrusion. That makes sense, but his offer to talk elsewhere, give her a moment to get her feet rather than turn her in to whatever the authories are here...makes less sense. Could be an offer to be an ally of sorts, but in Furiosa's world, altruism doesn't come cheap.

On the other hand, he looks healthy, clean, and by her standards shockingly well-off, so she doubts she has anything he wants. Plus, despite his greater height and the likelihood he outweighs her, she's judged him as not precisely a fighter, and thinks she could take him in hand-to-hand. So, there's not much for her to lose, and his turn of phrase has already begun to charm her. She nods, rubs her hand free of dust on the dark corset around her ribs and offers an armclasp.

"Thanks. My name is Furiosa. Last thing I remember was a storm and my car biting sand."

Planetside, he said, though, and that makes something click belatedly in her head. "Wait, so this is a satellite?"

Abe Sapien {} Hellboy

[bprd_fishman]

[Psychometric fishman working at Ye Olde Sekrit Government Organization fighting the things that go bump in the night, or go bump against the walls between dimensions, or just go bump regardless of what time of day it is.]