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Crossover + Pairings Fic Memes
Crossover meme (from
wily_one24):
Give me two characters from different fandoms you know I’m familiar with, and I’ll give you a scene happening between the two of them. Without justifying how the crossover would work, how their worlds clashed, or how they could even meet each other. Just a silly crossover conversation with no backstory, for fun.
Pairings meme:
Pick a character from one of my fandoms. I'll choose five characters to pair that character with (crossovers are a possibility). I'll write a "five moments" type fic using each pairing, then you can choose the one you like best and I'll write you a fic with that pairing, using the moment you liked as a base.
My fandoms are listed in my intro post, but you probably know them by now. Prompt me, please? :D
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Give me two characters from different fandoms you know I’m familiar with, and I’ll give you a scene happening between the two of them. Without justifying how the crossover would work, how their worlds clashed, or how they could even meet each other. Just a silly crossover conversation with no backstory, for fun.
Pairings meme:
Pick a character from one of my fandoms. I'll choose five characters to pair that character with (crossovers are a possibility). I'll write a "five moments" type fic using each pairing, then you can choose the one you like best and I'll write you a fic with that pairing, using the moment you liked as a base.
My fandoms are listed in my intro post, but you probably know them by now. Prompt me, please? :D
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Sharon threw up her hands instinctively as she stared down the barrel of a gun. Beside her, Racetrack did the same.
"Who are you?" a man in front of her asked, if 'man' was even the right word. "And what do you want with Moya?"
"Lieutenant Sharon Agathon," she said slowly. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Racetrack glance at her. "We're not here to hurt you."
She couldn't tell if the man - the alien, she supposed - believed her. A dark-haired woman moved forward to grab her roughly, which she supposed was better than being shot; she had certainly had her fill of both. As they were being led away, she could hear Racetrack mutter.
"So much for a simple recon jump."
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"Your friend can't understand us," the woman said, and Sharon held her gaze. She had been in cells before; it wasn't enough to intimidate her. "Why can you?"
She shrugged. "I'm different."
"Different?"
"Not human."
At that, the woman went stiff, and Sharon watched her curiously. She hadn't picked her as someone who cared about species, given her companions.
"She is human?"
"Of course she's human." A thought struck Sharon. "You're a Cylon."
"A what?"
For a moment, she studied the woman, then shook her head. "Then what are you?"
"I am Sebacean."
She said it as if the meaning ought to be obvious, but it meant nothing to Sharon. She shouldn't have been surprised; there were obviously many races neither Cylons nor humans had heard of.
When the woman said nothing else, Sharon decided to try her luck. "We need to get back to our ship," she said. "If we don't, more people will come looking for us."
"More humans?"
"Yes."
The woman looked sceptical. "Your level of technology does not exist on Earth."
Now it was Sharon's turn to be speechless. She blinked, and tried to recover her voice. "You know where Earth is."
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