Exactly what it says on the tin. There are loads of good ideas for crossovers - but there are also heaps of insane, bewildering, and downright bonkers ones. Some of them you just want to set fire to, but others you kind of want to see, just to know how they end.
So this is where you get to share those ideas. >:D
A request: if you're going to give an idea (and please do), write a bit of it! That's much more fun than just listing a massive heap of fandoms without context. And, hey, we're supposed to be a fanfic community, right?
The Lord of the Union: The Fellowship of the South (
Lord of the Rings/US politics)
Governor Elrond of Louisiana stood with his back to the window, hands clasped behind his back. Before him, the two Texans - Congressman Frodo and Second Sub-Assistant Undersecretary Samwise - looked small, almost insignificant. Only the tightly-rolled paper clasped in Frodo's right hand hinted at their true importance.
"President Sauron wishes to subjugate all America to his Democrat ideals," the Governor said. "Only that treaty can prevent him - and only if it is brought before Congress ere his plans are full-wrought. And you, Frodo, have agreed to present it."
"I will present the treaty," Congressman Frodo said firmly, "though I do not know the protocol."
Governor Elrond smiled. "There you will have help," he assured the young Congressman. "Your faithful second sub-assistant undersecretary will accompany you; and as your guide through the murk of Washington politics…" He gestured towards the figure who has just that moment entered the room.
Congressman Frodo gasped. "Gandalf!"
Senator Gandalf (Republican, Mississippi) smiled. "Yes, Congressman," he said. "I will accompany you, if you will have me."
"As for the rest," said the Governor, "I have in mind a company, a fellowship, if you will: nine of those who have come to this meeting will travel together, and the nine representatives of good will stand against the nine Supreme Court Justices of evil." He paused, and bent forward slightly. "Although," he added in an undertone, "I hear rumours that three or perhaps even four of them would stand with us if they could. Of course, the majority will always direct the Supreme Court's actions, but if one more could be swayed…" He shook his head, as if casting out the idea. "It is a fantasy," he said.
"And yet stranger things have come to pass," Senator Gandalf mused.
Governor Elrond nodded slowly. "But we must attend the business at hand," he said. "The members of the fellowship should represent the strong Republican states of the South. From South Carolina, Lieutenant Governor Boromir will travel with you…"
~
Why are the Fellowship Republicans? Because, ultimately, they're about conservatism - keeping things the way they are, rather than letting Sauron change them.
Expect dramatic filibustering, foreign ambassadors standing in for elves, and a curious reluctance to refer to the Democrat President Sauron as the Dark Lord…
Fallout: Sodor (
Fallout series/
Thomas the Tank Engine)
Only one wagon of coal remained.
The tunnels of the Blue Mountain Quarry - the last stronghold of the true engines of Sodor - were dark these days, with no fuel to light them. Only a few of the engines lit their lamps at any one time, so as Gordon took the podium, he was lit mostly by the soft glow of carefully-banked boilers.
"Since the Fat Controller was taken from us," the big blue engine puffed, "you have trusted me to lead you through these dark times. As your leader, then, there is only one thing I can say: we must send an expedition out of the mountain, to find more coal."
Percy
wheeshed in alarm, then hastily muffled the sound - there was no steam to waste, now. "But there's diesels out there!" he cried.
The assembled engines muttered amongst themselves, rocking back and forth on their tracks. The whispers grew louder and more agitated, until at last Gordon's whistle broke through them:
Poop! Poop!"I know the dangers," Gordon said, his brow furrowing in irritation. "Do you think I would propose this if there was any other choice? Hmph."
"We haven't been down into the very deepest mines," said Rheneas, one of the narrow-gauge engines. "They still aren't safe, but… perhaps I could…"
"We can't risk it," Edward said firmly. "Since James' party was scrapped by the diesels, we don't have enough-"
"We
don't know they were scrapped!" Henry spluttered. "They could still be out there-"
"And if they are, it's because they can't get back!" Duck exclaimed. "The diesels know where we are: it's much too dangerous to send
anyone out!"
Gordon whistled again, shaking the cave. "We all knew this was coming," he said, "and we have been preparing for it. Months ago, a brave volunteer came forward; we have been upgrading him, outfitting him with every weapon we could scrape together." He chuffed backward, yielding the spotlight. "Thomas: come out."
A light blazed suddenly in the mining tunnel behind him. The engines gasped, rolling back, as Thomas the tank engine steamed into view. His blue paintwork was marred by armour plating and weapon mounts: cannons and energy weapons, railguns and flails. Under the scarring left by the first days of the diesels' attack, his face held only grim determination.
The cavern was silent. Then Toby gave a low whistle of appreciation. "Now
that," he murmured, "is a
Really Useful Engine."
~
Steam engines: taking linear gameplay to a whole new level. The Island of Sodor is now either a post-apocalyptic hellscape (with mysteriously-intact railways everywhere)... or just a perfectly normal diesel/electric railway, completely unaware that vengeful, obsolete steam trains are just waiting to pounce.
Percy Jackson and the Tyrant King (
Percy Jackson/
Jurassic World)
Percy and Annabeth clung to each other as the
Velociraptor stalked around their gyrosphere. It leant in towards the side panel, sniffed - and then uncurled its clawed fingers and entered a deft series of commands.
The pod slid open, spilling its demigod occupants onto the loamy flood. Percy scrabbled for Riptide, simultaneously reaching out to summon any water in the area - then froze as the raptor opened its mouth and let out a very human laugh.
"Really, Percy Jackson," it hissed, bobbing its head in amusement, "you think you can fight
me? Has Camp Half-Blood taught you nothing?"
Percy just stared, but at his side, Annabeth frowned in concentration. "
Velociraptor," she murmured, "hunter, on an all-female island… Artemis?"
"Very good, daughter of Athena." The
Velociraptor seemed to settle slightly, resting its weight more firmly on its feet. "And what do you think of my new form?"
"I don't understand," Percy said, his voice shaking. "Why are you here? And, uh, why do you look like that?"
Artemis laughed again. "Why
wouldn't we be here?" she asked. "This island is the pinnacle of Western civilisation - the height of your human science, your creativity, your hubris. Where else would the Gods of Olympus be found?"
"You're
all here?" Annabeth shook her head. "My mother would never-"
"Your mother," Artemis said smugly, "was the first to come. She makes a very handsome
Troodon."
"No, wait." Percy waved his hand in the air. "I still don't understand."
"There's a surprise," Annabeth murmured.
"
Why are you here?" Percy asked again, ignoring her. "I thought you were… well,
our gods. Human gods. Not… creepy murder-reptiles."
"Humans," Artemis hissed, flexing her sickle claws. "So self-centred… but I'm afraid these dinosaurs are better than you in, oh, every way. My raptors are stronger, smarter, more loyal…" She sniffed the air, rose up onto her toes, her body tensing. "And better hunters," she added. "And they are nearly here… I suggest you run."
~
Zeus is a T. rex
, Poseidon is a Mosasaurus
, and Hades is doubtless stuck as something like a Stygiomoloch
, with its 'Head-Dome of Darkness'. Since we've already done the Titanomacy and the Gigantomachy, I guess we'll either do Hera's attempt to incite a revolt against Zeus (with her as the I. rex
, naturally), or the Trojan War and the divine infighting that occurred then.
>:D Your turn.
hS