Subject: Let's play a game.
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Posted on: 2014-02-21 02:39:00 UTC
I'm reading over some old crossover drabbles of mine, and I had an idea for a crossover-writing game/exercise.
List up to five fandoms. The person after you has to write a short piece that crosses over at least two of those five fandoms. Try to make it as plausible as possible. The writer of the drabble then posts five fandoms for the next person to mess around in, and so on.
I'll start with The Hobbit and BBC Sherlock:
No one likes a bored dragon, especially not when said bored dragon was your smial-mate.
“For the fifteenth time, Smaug, I am not going to give you any more pipe weed!” snapped Bilbo Baggins to the eye that peered in from a nearby window. Ever since he and the fearsome dragon struck a deal for the dragon’s life (there had been a very pointy black arrow involved). Smaug now was living with Bilbo in Bag End, bored out of his mind at the overwhelming amount of green that he was not allowed to torch and feeding on regular meals of sheep from the Shire’s pastures (Bilbo was thankful his parents had left him enough money to buy enough sheep to feed this bottomless stomach of a dragon).
“I require excitement, Baggins,” the low rumble of Smaug resounded from outside, complete with an exasperated huff of smoke.
“You could go help Famer Maggot figure out who’s been stealing from his fields,” said Bilbo.
“Dull,” grumbled the dragon. The ground trembled as he rolled over like a giant scaly puppy. “Everyone knows it’s those Brandybuck twits from Buckland.”
“How did you figure that out?”
“The mud splattered on the crops left behind came from Buckland.”
That was one thing Bilbo hadn’t expected when he had brought the giant fire-drake home. Smaug was clever, as all dragons tried to be, but he made it into an art form. This art of deduction and detection was a skill he utilised in order to charm the Shirrifs into looking the other way whenever he wanted to steal food more substantial than mutton. Greg Lestrade, chief of the Watch in Hobbiton, relied often on the dragon’s wits to help catch petty thieves.
“Well, I’m sure if you checked the news there’ll be something interesting,” said Bilbo.
“Nothing happens here,” complained Smaug. “We should go somewhere else. Why don’t we visit Mordor? Or Mirkwood? Plenty of interesting things there.”
“I’ve experienced enough of Mirkwood to last me a lifetime. Plus, the Elves would shoot you first and ask questions later.” Bilbo put on the kettle and poked his head out the window at Smaug, who was now blowing smoke-rings into the sky. “Besides, I’ve no desire to go to Mordor. Bad for the digestion.”
“Ah, yes, speaking of digestion, here’s Lestrade,” drawled Smaug as the Shirrif in question came tottering up the road to Bag End. “I bet he wants me to find the missing mathoms from Michel Delving.”
The five fandoms:
Doctor Who
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Star Trek
Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Harry Potter