[une_marmotte]

Напала охота копировать записи из жж. Держитесь, немногочисленные ПЧ


В полюбившемся мне сообществе fandomsecrets недавно проходил маленький кроссоверный фест. Большинство заявок и фиков, конечно, приходилось проматывать, потому что я вообще не понимала, о ком и о чём речь Читала практически всё, что показалось интересным, даже если с одним из канонов ещё не знакома. В некоторых случаях заявки сами по себе не хуже фиков

- Джинни Уизли и Суини Тодд с Тетрадью смерти. И, заметьте, хэппи-энд в обоих случаях
- Тонкс/Мистик
- Толкин и Джексон (ну право, какой же это кроссовер? )
Питер Петтигрю и Смерть Крыс
- Барбосса и Джон Сильвер
- герои Джонни Деппа в ассортименте
- Лектер и Волдеморт
- Юуко, Аптекарь, граф Ди. Эх, нарисовал бы кто!
- Драко и блондинка-в-законе
- автомобильчеги
- Юмичика и граф Ди (ПСОХовцы, ау! кто объяснит мне, что тут происходит? ) )
- кроссовер "Сапёр"/"Солитер" (ни разу не играла, но прониклась)
- Бургер Кинг/Рональд Макдональд, в стихах: 1, 2
- два кроссовера с Ишидой, которые, я, увы, не могу оценить по причине незнания второго канона: с xxxHolic и Ouran High School Host Club
- Дамблдор/главзлодейка из диснеевской "Спящей красавицы"
- Драко Малфой/Дориан Грей
- Ленин/Гитлер (?!)
- Ленин/Гамильтон (?!-2)
Больше всего, однако, мне понравилась заявка, которая так и осталась невыполненной. Оцените: Чайковский/Дамблдор, Эрик, Кристина, Рауль. Никто не хочет написать?
Вообще там много хороших невыполненных заявок. Ну, например, Обама/Горбачёв, Хаус/Саске, Джеки (не в соционическом смысле, конечно) всех возможных фандомов, Фред/Джордж/Хикару/Каору (что-то мне кажется, это кто-то уже писал, не могли не!), деснотовские шинигами/пратчеттовский Смерть (и представителей Готея туда!), Moonlily, Орихиме, Луна (я, как и комментатор, тоже понятия не имею о первой, но с удовольствием почитала бы про вторую и третью), братья Винчестеры/Фредди Крюгер, Гаара/Шухей, умпа-лумпа/Джинта и Чеширский кот/Гарфилд. И классические, можно сказать, "Орочимару и Ичимару", "Орочимару и Волдеморт", "Том Риддл и Анакин", "Том Риддл и Лайт" - их тоже никто не пишет.

Эх, не была б я таким тормозом - сама, наверно, пару заявок бы отправила, да поезд ушёл :/

@темы: ГП, ссылки, манга, Death Note, Naruto, аниме, комиксы, f!s, Bleach

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Джинни Уизли и Суини Тодд

=))))!
спасиб за ссылки!

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млин, а можешь сюда выставить, а то у нас в стране в ЖЖ выхода нет... -=(

[une_marmotte]

Что выставить, тексты про тетрадь смерти?
Ого, что, действительно заблокировали ЖЖ на госуровне? Я думала, такое пока только в Китае проделывают.

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у нас тож с 2005 года, сцукиииииии
выложи, плииз, что можешь!

[une_marmotte]

Фигассе А зачем? А через обходные пути какие-нибудь не залезть?


Джинни и Тетрадь смерти, автор gyllespi

The tests had proved successful beyond her wildest expectations. Hedwig was just the beginning -- the stupid bird was just a nuisance anyway, although Harry's reaction was a bit offputting. But that couldn't stop her. With this unlimited power at her control, nothing could stand in her way.

Ginny clutched the notebook to herself and began to plan.

Moody - his body was never found, so she couldn't be sure it had worked properly, but it was enough to stop that crazy eye from following her around the house. Dobby - might have found the Note while cleaning; he had to be taken care of. Tonks and Lupin - their lovey-dovey gooey-eyes just made Ginny sick while she waited for Harry. Colin Creevy was just plain annoying.

It was a close call when she accidentally doodled Harry's name, complete with a border of hearts and flowers, in the Note, but Ginny managed to rectify it with a quickly-added "and is resurrected," then decided hell with it, it was working well so far and Voldemort was getting rather boring anyway.

A few pen strokes later, and the war was won. Harry and her future was assured, and Ginny Weasley was well on her way to becoming god of the new world...


Суини Тодд и Тетрадь смерти, автор hippiebohochick

Sweeney blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the feeling of the strange eyes in his head. "And this helps me kill more people?"

"Oh, yes," the creature assured him, perched atop his barber chair. "Without needing to wash the only shirt you own every day."

The appeal was unmistakable. Sweeney really liked that shirt.

"Mr. Todd?" The familiar voice drifted up from the stairs, and Sweeney stashed the black notebook under his jacket.

"Yes?" He didn't really care whether the demon was as invisible as he claimed. It barely occurred to him that he was going to learn Mrs. Lovett's first name.

She opened the door, and her face lit up at the sight of him. Very strange, that, he always thought. Perhaps she really could see the demon. Surely she wasn't smiling at him. He wasn't focused on her face, though, but the letters and numbers above her head. Marjorie Maggie Sarah Nellie Shirley Wilhemia Claudetta Lovett? Sweeney slit throats for a living and never regretted it, but even he wasn't so cruel as to name a child something like that.

The thought of children sent him back into one of his depressions, and he spent the next quarter of an hour staring out the window, watching the worthless vermin going about their lives. It was possible Marjorie Maggie Sarah Nellie Shirley Wihelmia Claudetta Lovett was talking to him, but he couldn't be bothered to pay attention. It was probably something about pie, or flowers. He switched to his automatic setting, which was to respond in the affirmative whenever she stopped for breath.


Little did he know that in less than two days, he would see a very interesting name hovering over the head of an insane old beggar woman...


Тонкс/Мистик, автор shinga

Harry and Ron were having an argument in the Weasley house. Looking back it was probably stupid but at the time it seemed to be something of dire importance. Hermione and Ginny had long since rolled their eyes and left the two of them to their heated debate. Harry generally enjoyed walking away from arguments, but whatever this started off as had been a big deal... or maybe not. Either way it became trivial until they were just content to argue about whatever popped up.

“Dammit, Harry!” Ron stood up at the kitchen table, slamming his fist down. “Benjamin Wigg was not Cannons seeker back in 1976!”

“He was!” Harry stood too. “I know!”

“Harry, you’ve lived with Muggles your whole life, you’ve only known you were a wizard for five years,” Ron said. “You know what? Let’s settle this. I have the Quidditch book upstairs that will prove you wrong.”

“You mean RIGHT!”

The two of them bolted up towards Ron’s bedroom, each trying to shove the other out of the way and get there first, as if the information in the book would change to prove whoever touched it first right.

Ron reached the door first and flung it open.

And stared. Harry caught up with him, and also stared.

Laying in Ron’s bed had to be simply a nightmare on one or both of their parts and wasn’t actually happening. But there they could see, and could not deny, the utter and complete naked forms of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape, old wrinkly skin intertwined passionately with pale sunken skin, all on Ron’s bed. Dumbledore was on top of Snape, his long white hair and beard resting on the side of Snape’s turned face. Both of their eyes were shut and sweat covered them and the moaning sounds from Snape were strangely feminine, and something neither Ron or Harry could ever erase from their minds.

With a soundless scream, the boys slammed the door shut and ran.

“Did you hear something?” Snape asked as there was a light ‘pop’ and in his place was a young, nubile woman with bubble pink hair. “Mystique?”

Dumbledore shifted back to the blue-skinned redhead who scowled down at Tonks. “I heard nothing,” she said and she leaned down and licked her young lover’s neck. “Now, who do we want to play with now?”

“Mmm,” Tonks closed her eyes and smirked. “Remus and Bill? I’ll be Bill.”

Mystique pressed her lips against Tonks’ as they melted into Remus’ lips. “Careful,” she said in his voice with his grin. “I might bite.”

Bill’s body smirked. “Bring it on.”


Толкин и Джексон, автор kchasm

Tolkien, Jackson noted, had come up with a method of pointing dramatically without using his hands. It consisted of biting lightly on the end of an old-fashioned wooden pipe in such a way that the pipe almost but not quite accidentally angled itself towards whoever the old man was speaking to.

"You," Tolkien said, "left out Tom Bombadil."

Jackson had the good grace to look sheepish.

"You left out," Tolkien said again, with a puff of cloudy smoke blooming out of the side of his mouth and making him look for an instant like Gandalf himself. "Tom Bombadil."

"Everybody leaves out Tom Bombadil." Jackson muttered, then seemed to realize he was almost whining and jumped to defend himself. "I mean, you can't say exactly that he has a very large role in the story. I mean, just, uh, Old Man Willow, then Tom, and then Frodo and company leave and then you don't hear anything from Tom even by the end of the third book."

Tolkien looked as if he were going to speak again, probably to say something about Tom Bombadil and the leaving out thereof, so Jackson, despite a feeling of trepidation, ran on: "Movie audiences--they don't want, you know, a lot of little characters that only show up one or twice and then never again. They want--they want character growth. And things." He trailed off, finishing rather lamely.

There was an uncomfortable silence, during which Jackson mentally beat himself up and Tolkien continued to puff on his pipe.

The old man finally took the pipe out of his mouth and sighed. "Well, the Ents were alright."

"Oh, uh, you liked the Ents?"

"Well, they were alright, at the very least."


Юко-сан, граф Ди и Аптекарь, автор hiruko-undead

"It's been much too long since we last got together." Yuuko smiled and sipped at the tea D had served. The booze, she knew, would wait until later this evening.

"We're busy people." the Medicine seller replied.

"Yes, and D was in America all those years too." Yuuko smiled. "We're glad you're back, D-san."

"I'm glad to be back." D poured more tea for the Medicine seller and mumbled something that sounded like "Idiot Americans" under his breath.

"So did you bring back any souvenirs?" Yuuko asked coyly.

"Of course, Yuuko-chan. I'll never make the mistake of NOT bringing you back one again. I brought presents for everyone in Japan." D smiled. "I'll get them out later. And I see you've already met Tetsu-chan." D remarked to the medicine seller who was scratching the goat-creature behind the ears. "I found him in America"

"What a cutie!" Yuuko remarked, pulling T-chan from the Medicine seller's lap into her own. He put his head in her lap and looked up at her as she played with his hair. "You've done well for yourself."

"I heard you got your hands on a pipe fox spirit." D mock-pouted.

"Yes, but Mugetsu is at the store, with Watanuki." she added "I didn't trust you not to wheedle him out of me".

"Watanuki?" The medicine seller asked.

"Yes. My new assistant." Yuuko smiled.

"Haa. Your businesses are both doing well." the medicine seller remarked.

"And yours?" D asked politely.

"Same as always." the medicine seller shrugged.

There was a lull in the conversation.

"Let's cut the chit chat and hit the hard stuff." Yuuko suggested after a moment's pause.

"That's our Yuuko" the medicine seller smiled.

"Did either of you make it to the Hyakko-Yaki?" Yuuko asked.

Both men nodded. "Of course. That nectar is the only stuff worth drinking." D said.

"I had my assistant go for me this year. And I saved some." Yuuko pulled the hozuki from her sleeve.

"You let a human- besides yourself, of course," the medicine seller amended "go to that place? You must not like him very much."

Yuuko rolled her eyes and waved a hand airily. "It builds character." she said casually.

She poured the sake for them, careful to not spill even a single drop.

"To business!" she said, raising her nectar.

"I'll drink to that." D replied.

"Kampai" the medicine seller added.

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Драко/Элль Вудс, автор shinga

Draco sat in the waiting room, sitting on his hands until he couldn’t feel them. He didn’t know where the effeminate assistant went or when he was going to see this so-called “best lawyer in town” but he was growing impatient. Muggle laws annoyed him... it wasn’t as if they were especially clear, especially American ones. For one, since when was he too young to drink liquor? He was nearly twenty years old and had been able to drink in Britain for quite enough time to be perfectly legal. And so what if he didn’t have a driver’s license and if the car he had driven after a few shots of whatever-drink wasn’t his? It wasn’t his fault some idiot left the keys in the ignition... or their open and readily available pants pocket. And the woman he hit? Her fault for walking on the street. Or was it the sidewalk? He couldn’t be bothered to remember. Either way, the incompetent police officers kindly suggested a “good lawyer”... which he could afford.

“Good morning!”

Draco looked up and felt all hope for his life drain away.

“You must be Draco Malfoy! Wow, what an interesting name, are you Swedish? Oh nevermind, come on back and we can have a quick talksie about this little problem, okay?”

“I...” Draco looked the woman up and down. She was about his height with glowing lightly tanned skin and wavy blonde locks past her shoulders. Her eyes were happy and her smile far too white and cheerful. Her outfit was easily the most distracting part of her, though. Her business skirt and jacket matched her shoes and nails and all of them were a bright pink. “I’m... sorry,” he said. “Are you Elle Woods?”

“One and the same,” she said with a modest giggle, tossing her head to the side. Her hair swung as cheerfully and Draco felt like vomiting. “I know what you’re thinking,” she added with her hands up. Draco had a feeling she probably didn’t actually know. “You’re thinking, ‘where on Earth did she get those shoes’? Well that’s actually an interesting story, but I’ll save it to tell you after we help you! You just follow me back to my office, Mr. Malfoy!”

Woefully he followed and his mind briefly flashed into some perfect dreamland where Elle Woods’ office suddenly exploded with the flash of wands and his parents flew in on broomsticks to rescue him from this. Hell, at this point he’d even take Boy Wonder and his redheaded sidekick and his uppity bushy-headed know-it-all girlfriend.

“Now let’s see here, underage drinking, drunk in public, stole a car, drove a car, hit a woman... huh,” Elle frowned as she looked over his file. Draco sat on the chair opposite her and she sat at her desk. He couldn’t help but notice all the matching pink all over the office. Again he felt sick. “Well Mr. Malfoy, I won’t lie, this is going to be a toughie. Now there’s always the standard ‘foreign so the poor boy doesn’t know any better’ routine, but with this much against you, especially with things that I’m pretty sure aren’t legal in Britain either, it’ll be a problem. The most you can probably hope for is a lesser sentence than you’re looking at.”

“If my father hears about this...”

“Now, now,” Elle said with a smile. “Let’s not get grumpy, okay? I’m going to help you. It’s probably going to take some work, and lucky for you Mrs. Jones isn’t dead.”

“Who?”

“The woman you hit.”

“Ah.”

“Either way though,” Elle said with an even bigger smile. Draco wondered if her teeth were bright enough to blind a man if combined with direct sunlight. “We’re going to be spending a lot of quality time together, Mr. Malfoy... we’re going to end up great friends. I look forward to it!”

Draco wished at that moment, harder than anything he had ever wished for in his entire life, that he would be rescued from this fate. Anyone could do it... Voldemort could somehow come back yet again and rescue him and he’d brand a dark mark anywhere the dark lord told him to and then kiss his feet for an entire week if he could be spared this doom.

Instead of expressing this to Elle, he forced a smile that he thought might look happy. “Oh,” he said. “Yay.”

Elle seemed to buy it. As she began to rattle on about how they were going to approach this in court, Draco began silently planning his suicide note... and the smile remained on his face for the rest of the meeting.


Бэтмобиль/Импала, автор dracothelizard

"You don't even rockets," the Batmobile informed her. "*I* have rockets. And am built like a tank. Bullets bounce off me."

"Your owner keeps crashing you," the Impala replied sniffily. "My owner ALWAYS takes good care of me."

"He crashes me because he knows I can handle it!" the Batmobile told her. "See, not even a scratch. You can't do all the things I do, babe, admit it. You've got no secret weapons or anything."

The Impala smugly lifted the boot and revealed the secret compartment where her Winchesters kept their supplies. "Who hasn't got any weapons?" she asked.

The Batmobile stared. "Are those grenades?"

"Might be."

"Wanna come back to my Batcave?"


Бэтмобиль/Импала, автор technophile (фанарт)




Сапёр/Солитер, автор anibunny (фанарт)




Бургер Кинг/Рональд Макдональд, хайку

анонимный автор

hiding from the press
stolen nights in parking lots
"eat my burger, bitch"


автор cereal-killer71

their forbidden love
against the white bathroom wall
just meat against meat

they must wash their hands
before returning to work
fast food, and fast love


автор maewe

Slick with juices
your crown fits me
"Eat the meat."

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arigato!