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Seen at [livejournal.com profile] ignipes' LJ:

Give me two characters from different fandoms you know I'm familiar with, and I'll give you a dialogue 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.

I'm changing this slightly to include only fandoms I like, so as to minimize potential problem sources in writing these. :-) If you don't know what fandoms I know and like: My LJ interests are far from being a complete list, but they're a place to start. Also, anything I've ever talked or written about in a positive way is fair game.

There are some characters that refuse to talk to me, but I will do my best. *g*
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No doubt everyone has seen these before, but...

There are many amusing things about Weiss Kreuz, and this is just one of them: Bashing Official Images

By contrast, the X/1999 movie was rather more traumatizing than amusing. The Sarcastic Anime Guide, however, has convinced me that the pain of watching the thing was almost worth the joy of being able to fully appreciate this review: The Generally Sarcastic Guide to Anime: X, the Movie

The Generally Sarcastic Weiss Kreuz Review is also very amusing, though this series doesn't really need a sarcastic guide. I find it does a very good job of being (unintentionally) amusing on its own.

For the FF8 gamers - Squall, Edea and Rinoa as My Little Pony collectables. (Personally, I'd love a Seishirou My Little Pony - with sunglasses and a little trenchcoat and an air of superior coolness and a sprinkling of delicate pink sakura petals and blood on its hooves... oh, and a shikigami in the shape of an eagle on its shoulder, and perhaps some ofuda and a cigarette.)

In "Liquidating the Assets" by Fahye, the Dragons of Earth have a small problem with financing the apocalypse.

And while I'm at it, here's a hilarious Weiss Kreuz filk you probably all know already, but still: "The Florists Who Don't Do Anything" (by llamajoy and Tenshi)

Anyone have a link to the infamous footage of the Japanese "Card Captor Sakura" Cosplayer?
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Elves are everywhere - and it's all Cesperanza's fault!



He tripped into the moonlit glade cautiously, head alertly tilted as he scanned the surrounding woods for onlookers. All was silent, the only sounds those of the nocturnal forest. The circle of mushrooms beckoned invitingly. For a moment of breathless wonder, the moonlight glinted pure silver on his spectacles; the next moment, Brad Crawford was gone. His thin-lipped, sadistic smirk lingered a mere fraction of a second before following the rest of him.

After another breathless moment, the silvan peace was broken by a rude snort.

"I *knew* someone who thought about trees and lichen that much couldn't be from Detroit," Schuldig muttered. "We should have guessed when he made me switch to silencers made from recycled tin."

"This is ridiculous." Nagi's fingers were beginning to twitch, signalling his irrepressible longing for an internet connection. He held up valiantly, merely tightening his already convulsive grip on his Palm Pilot. "Crawford can't hold a tune to save his life."

"God loves elves," said Farfarello in a thoughtful tone.

"Impish nectar-sipping elven sprites who spread joy and love wherever they may skip, sure," Schuldig drawled. "Elegantly aloof sidhe, creatures of stern and uncompromising light? You bet. Ice-cold, anal-retentive, murdering sadistic fay with assorted sexual kinks and violent control issues? Hey, whatever. But seriously, elves who never get up before noon, use up all the hot water while screeching the Moody Blues, leave beard stubble in the sink and toe-nail clippings in the living-room, and don't sit down to take a piss? Gotta tell you, I have serious doubts about those, buddy."

Farfarello looked dissappointed.

"What do you mean, sexual kinks?" Nagi inquired suspiciously. Schuldig and Farfarello ignored him. At times like these, it really sucked being the baby of the group.

After a while, he tried again. "So, Crawford's a fairy?"

Schuldig snickered. "Like we needed him to disappear in a cloud of pixie dust to realize *that*."
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Warnings: Satire. Psychology. Ensetophilia. (I rather like that word.)

Disclaimer: I can only claim responsibility for this inconsequential, sense- and meaningless little fanfic travesty, not Weiss Kreuz itself.


Kudou Yohji, Sex God of the Suburbs

It was Tuesday, and as always on Tuesdays, Yohji was horny. His first thought was to find Omi, but the boy was nowhere to be found – not even in his usual hiding places beneath the stairs or under the sink. Maybe he was growing trickier with advancing age. Too bad, Yohji really liked him.

Ken was out playing soccer or doing soccer players. Probably. Yohji hadn’t been paying attention when he’d rambled on about his plans for the day over breakfast, but he figured that, since Ken mostly always played soccer or did soccer players, it was a fairly safe assumption.

Aya was locked in his room, and apparantly he’d had a door with a steel core and frame installed when Yohji wasn't looking. Very painful. Also very frustrating, because – as Yohji found – even a severely bruised shoulder doesn’t do much to cool your ardor when your name is Kudou Yohji, Sex God of the Suburbs (most clubs downtown had for some reason begun to close for the night at the most unreasonable hours. Quite unpredictable, too, because it seemed that no matter when he arrived, they would just be closing down admission).

Anyway. Yohji didn’t really like sleeping with Aya all that much – he always wanted to dress up in his sister’s school uniform, and Yohji had standards. Aya’s legs were terribly hairy, and rather knobby around the knees – short pleated skirts were just wrong for him. And judging from the smell of chemicals escaping into the corridor from beneath the reinforced door, Aya was touching up his roots again, so he’d be all red-eyed and puffy from the fumes. So really, no loss there.

What to do, what to do?

After short consideration, Yohji looked up Schuldig’s address in the phone book – good job there was only one "Schuldig, redh. Grm. telep. assassin, by prior appointment only" listed – and took a taxi. Bad luck, though – Schuldig wasn’t home either, and it seemed like Yohji had only just missed him because there was still a cigarette burning in the ashtray on the sofa table, next to the mug of coffee and book.

Yohji helped himself to cigarette and coffee, but found the book much less interesting than tying Schuldig to the curtain rods would have been (apparently it was a psychology textbook – Schuldig had written scathing comments in the margins and drawn jeering faces next to some paragraphs with captions such as "like you’d know a borderline anankastic personality if it bit you in the ass, you dumb fucker"). He’d gotten new rods, too, Yohji noted. Well, he’d kind of had to. They looked much sturdier than the last set, but that one wouldn’t have fit the wider windows in the new appartment, anyway. A shame the man himself wasn’t there.

There was a banana skin lying on the sink in Schuldig’s kitchen. Yohji eyed it for a minute or two before going into action like the decisive and flexible man about town that he was.

Improvisation and bold innovation were the key to success, after all.

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