2008-07-25 10:34 pm (UTC)
I want fic with some smashers getting completely stoned. Smoking? Eating brownies? Kirby accidentally inhaling all of Snake's secret stash? You choose! On the battlefield? Off? In a Landmaster? I don't care! Any characters are fine. I think this prompt lends itself more to genfic than anything else, but if you can find a way to make it smutty, you, uh, go right ahead there.
2008-07-26 03:55 am (UTC)
...But don't try it if you don't know what you're talking about, anon. There's nothing worse than Doing It Wrong.
2008-11-20 02:04 am (UTC)
ANON CLAIMS THIS IN THE NAME OF SPARTA.
Anon does have an idea, but is hoping it won't end up differing too much from what requester-anon expects. D: Either way, anon will post as soon as it's done.
2008-11-20 04:58 am (UTC)
Re: CLAIMED (?!)
Damn, I was already on the process of writing this (Yeah, I should have said something, but since this prompt was so old and forgotten...) I'm already in the middle. Do you mind if I fill that out too? I just don't want all my work going to waste.
Or, if your idea is too similar to mine, I'll just end up publishing this over FF.net *haha*
2008-11-21 06:16 pm (UTC)
Re: CLAIMED (?!)
Haha, I'm sure OP won't mind getting two fics outta that, so post it. I wanna see it too, y'know. <3
Mine's pretty much done, but I might be doin' it wrong, so uh... yeah. :'D Please to be posting yours?
2008-11-21 08:43 pm (UTC)
Re: CLAIMED (?!)
Okie Doki. I'll move my little ass and I'll finish the whole thing (I just need the 'conclusion').
Plus, I just read some parts of yours and, well, isn't LSD a lot better??? *lol*
2008-11-21 06:30 pm (UTC)
[Primary Effect] [1/?]
Okay, so, anon's knowledge on these things is sorta limited, so I took a slightly different approach. Unfortunately, it's probably not what OP wanted, but I figured it might please some random anon out there.
Btw, I was thinking of LSD, but I didn't really stick consistently to something definite. :D
Link saw music. Not quite the type of straight lines and scattered notes he would see in a sheet - oh no, the notes flew on twisted rails and dissipated into the air in pulsating colors and textures that made him drunk with all of it. He felt enlightened, raised so high his head would be smashed to bits if he fell, but he never would. He’d soar over to where everyone else was, made of color and laughter around him.
“Congratulations, you got one,” somebody spelled by his side, wrote in the air and let the words block his ears for three glorious seconds of deafness. He saw so much more like that. So he covered his ears with his hands and smiled, cackled, laughed, fell in hysterics at Zelda’s achingly quiet feet.
“Hey, don’t knock them over,” someone scolded him, picking up a tray with cans of soda from the coffee table-- the table-- the-- the four-legged mass of blue that held objects in it. It was so weird, he just laughed at it.
Forty-nine cans of some soda marked with an unreadable label. Forty nine-cans to choose from, and ten lucky ones with the right thing in them to make someone else see music as well. Naturally, he’d picked the right one, and now he was well on his way to meet his lady princess in heaven and show her infinite truth.
But why was she so blue and still, so cold-handed as she picked him up? Crimson. He needed warm crimson to wake his tongue and recover his sense of taste. “Invite him, princess; let him in,” he pleaded between his bothersome need to breathe. “I need to speak with him.”
And Zelda exploded in blinding color, a glorious song on her lips as they became Sheik’s, so crimson and pretty. His eyes warmed him to the core and woke his mouth just enough to kiss him - and taste was born in full bloom within him, flavoured like music.
The room’s walls seemed to be knocked down by an eruption of cheers, and blue shadows began to dive for the shining cans Marth held. Those not blessed by his princess in heaven abandoned his presence one by one, leaving only those with enough luck to start turning crimson and real, far more real than anything Link had ever seen or touched or tasted and oh, Sheik tasted so blood-red on his tongue, so exhilarating and true. Touch was vibration, amplified tenfold by this revelation that washed over him. He called for more, tensing and counting every single muscle that moved just to toy with Sheik’s tongue, like he was transparent, and hell if he wasn’t, but the world was shifting again. Was that the sheikah’s hand boiling, burning his clothes away? Was that love, the universe’s inside joke, kissing his navel so delicately? And were those Sheik’s humming lips around his cock, now?
He’d have to thank the goddesses later. They had been left behind on Earth too long ago, and he didn’t want to go back yet.
2008-11-21 06:32 pm (UTC)
Re: [Primary Effect] [2/2] YES IT'S KINDA BATSHIT OKAY
Pit was the only blue figure left in the room, cornered like an animal; his back was pressed against a nonexistent wall and Ike’s arms on his sides allowed him no movement but that of something black slipping down his chest. In retrospective, the brief scolding someone gave him for spilling his drink still floated around him - and as punishment, the very same someone had taken the half-empty can and spilled it upon his chest, only to lick it clean now. Ike collected every black drop from the boy’s body and then rose to share it through open mouths and clumsy kisses, rhythmically incoherent.
And then they came crashing down, Ike sitting on the couch and doing something to the angel’s immaculate wings - immaculately red, perhaps, because they were anything but white to anyone’s eyes at that point - that seemed to be enough to keep the angel seated on his lap, seated on his cock, penetrated without adieu, so torn that it made him giggle.
“Goddess, deliver punishment upon your servant…” His voice floated in the air like pearl-white smoke, only loud enough for Ike to hear. “Hn… for sin-- aah-- sin spits upon your holy name!”
“Amen,” Ike finished, his low voice running like liquid electricity through the angel’s body. And they laughed gleefully, lost from the world and encased within their own bright red flurry of low-strung notes.
The sound came as a mute, white-hot splash that mixed with the red one of someone whimpering near them in an enticingly indescribable stage of ecstasy, filling their ears with a string of gasps. And it was Lucas who produced such deep crimson music, far clearer now than before, at the start of their rise; he’d whimpered when Ness left, deprived of his courage and found lucky enough to remain inside, so Red naturally had to give him something to whimper about.
Such retribution was justice at its best. Its wonderful, contorted, colourful best, and Lucas didn’t complain one bit.
He was, as a matter of fact, far more enthralled by the shifting shades of electric yellow around him and the sensation of what seemed like skinless contact, so mind-bogging that his psychic insight was long lost. Call it abuse of his admiration towards Red, call it the worst first time possible, call it the best damn thing; it was palpable music, all in all, and he found his own sudden loss of inhibition just fantastic.
The red and yellow strips of his shirt seemed to have abandoned the cloth and entangled themselves all over Red’s view so confusingly that he had to throw away the garment. He blinked several times, never quite bringing to focus anything about the boy underneath him but dark red marks where he’d nipped at his skin and glowing shades of orange that spread over both of them, born from the white-hot friction of their hips rocking against each other.
And then everything burst in white as Link cried out in what seemed like another room, another world, another dimension - perhaps the one they’d ascended to? - and climaxed, his voice dissolving into the clear purple of a chuckle.
With the creeping silence came the shades of blue around the now solid corners of the room and, with that, Wonderland began to burn out.
2008-11-21 07:46 pm (UTC)
Not OP but <3
Holy shit that was amazing ♥
2008-11-21 10:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Not OP but <3
Wow, a comment already. <3
Thank youuuuuu, I'm happy to have pleased anon. <333
2008-11-22 05:07 am (UTC)
None of the previously seen anons BUT!
That was so hot, wtf :( And even reading it was such an acid trip. ILU, anon.
2008-11-23 12:33 am (UTC)
Re: None of the previously seen anons BUT!
Indeed, I have accomplished my goal. :D Happy to provide drugless acid trips.
2008-11-23 03:05 am (UTC)
The Long Long Fic Part 1
Apparently, I can't write short things, when it comes to this subject *haha*
Kirby was downright hungry, but there was nothing ready to be eaten at the mansion’s kitchen. So, unless he wanted to eat raw eggs and pure milk, he needed to do something about that. And that’s what he did.
He put on his cooking hat and started to work. He decided he should make some muffins. Chocolate ones, since they were his favorites.
Taking ingredient after ingredient from the cabinets, he started to add everything to a big bowl. The dough should be enough to make something around 100 muffins. More than enough to fill Kirby’s almost endless appetite.
While looking for some baking soda, Kirby came across a bag with something inside. It was a strange green herb he had never seen. He opened the bag and sniffed it. He liked the smell, so, he decided to add all the content in the bag to the dough. After all, if that thing was in the kitchen, and smelled nice, it was probably edible and tasty.
Finding the baking soda, he mixed the dough a little bit more and then proceeded to get a couple of trays to make the muffins. After all trays were prepared, he put one after the other inside the oven, and left them there for a while.
After a couple of minutes, a delicious smell filled the kitchen and Kirby just couldn’t wait to taste his creation. When the muffins were ready, he got a wet cloth and started to remove the trays from the oven, one by one.
Putting the trays on the top of the table, he knew he needed to wait for the muffins to cool, before he could eat them properly. So, he decided to give a little walk, since staying there was too tempting for him.
As soon as Kirby stepped out of the kitchen, Popo and Nana, which were spying on him, got inside and stole six muffins.
“Do you think he’ll notice?” Nana asked, putting the muffins inside a little bag.
“I don’t think so. There are too many of these here. He won’t realize just six are missing.”
Then, they walked away from the kitchen, with their little bag full of muffins.
A couple of minutes later, Peach passed by the front door of the kitchen, and the inviting smell called her inside. When she saw the muffins, a wide smile appeared on her lips.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed, sniffing the air again “This smell is delicious. I guess I’ll get some for me, Mario and Luigi.”
She got a plate from inside a cabinet and got something around 10 muffins.
“That oughta do it,” she said, going out of the kitchen.
As Peach walked down the corridor, with the plate full of muffins, Olimar couldn’t help but ask where she found them.
“Oh, there are a lot of these in the kitchen. Their smell is just wonderful,” the princess said, knowing that Olimar couldn’t smell anything with his helmet on.
He headed to the kitchen and grabbed four muffins for him and his Pikmin, since the little creatures were starving.
While Olimar was at the kitchen, he saw a couple muffins disappear in thin air, as Sonic quickly snatched some for him. The hedgehog didn’t want to be left out of that ‘muffin party’.
Now, there were only 75 muffins left.
Mr. Game & Watch was the next one to appear at the kitchen to get some for both him and R.O.B., even though he didn’t know if the robot could eat normal things. If not, better for him, since he would be able to eat all the five muffins he got, without any guilt.
The word about the muffins started to spread around the mansion, and, one by one, the muffins started to vanish.
When almost everyone already had their share of muffins, there were only 10 muffins left, from the 100 that Kirby did.
Then, Kirby was finally back but, when he saw that there were only a few muffins left, he got so mad that he just stormed out of the kitchen, almost pushing Captain Falcon, that was about to enter the kitchen.
The captain didn’t understand why the little pink ball was so mad, but he didn’t have time to ask, since Kirby went away really fast. So, he just entered on the kitchen.
He sat at the table, next to the last muffins and started to eat one. When he started to eat the second one, Snake got inside and passed straight by the table, going to one of the cabinets.
“I thought you were here for the muffins, like everyone,” Falcon said, after another bite.
2008-11-23 03:07 am (UTC)
The Long Long Fic Part 2
(no one saw the accidental signed reply)
“No,” was Snake’s dry and short answer. Falcon just shrugged and kept eating his muffin.
Snake started to open cabinet after cabinet, not even bothering to close their doors. He was obviously looking for something, but he probably wasn’t finding it.
“Did you lose something?” Falcon asked, getting yet another muffin. He had to admit those were really delicious. Whoever did those, was a very good cook.
“I guess so,” Snake said, with a worried tone on his voice. He leant on the sink and closed his eyes, like trying to remember something “I know I left it here…”
“Left what?” Falcon asked, already getting a forth muffin.
“It’s none of your… Wait, where these muffins came from?”
“Hm? You don’t know? Everyone’s talking about these today,”
“How many of these did you already eat?” Snake asked, feeling that was really strange.
“I don’t know… I guess four, five.”
Snake walked to the table and got one of the muffins. He looked at it, like analyzing it, and then he sniffed it.
“Oh, great…” Snake said low, putting the muffin back on the tray.
“What?” Falcon asked, with another half eaten muffin on his hand.
“Well, it’s because…” Snake stopped in the middle of his sentence and then said something inside Flacon’s ear.
“Oh…” was all that the captain could mutter. He looked at the other muffin half on his hand and, with a shrug, he kept eating it.
“Stop eating that!” Snake demanded.
“Why?” Falcon said, with his mouth full “The damage is done already.”
“Well, you are right, but who was the moron who put it on the muffins anyway?”
“I don’t kno… Hey, so that’s what you were looking for!”
“Sort of…” Snake said, sitting on the chair. He thought the kitchen was a safe place to hide his things. He should have left that in his room.
“’Sort of’? Oh, give me a break. I’m not an idiot,” Falcon said, crossing his arms.
“So… Who ate these anyway?”
“Well, I saw everyone with these around the mansion.”
“Wonderful,” Snake said sarcastically.
All of sudden, Falcon burst into laughs. What startled Snake a little.
“You know,” he said, still laughing “It’s going to be really funny to see what your stuff can do to everyone here.”
“I don’t think I want to see it…” Snake said, getting up from his chair.
“C’mon!” Falcon said enthusiastically, getting up from the chair and pushing Snake out of the kitchen “Let’s see what’s going on.”
Against his will, Snake was pushed by Falcon, until they reached the main room of the mansion. What they saw was only a part of a giant mess.
The first thing they noticed was Mr. Game & Watch beeping loudly, running from one side of the room to the other, with a screwdriver in one of his hands and a smile on his face, while chasing after R.O.B.
The robot couldn’t eat the muffins, and was now freaked out by the strange behavior of his friend, specially because he wanted to open him with the tool on his hand. That, for him, would be as painful as an operation for a human. He tried to explain this to Mr. Game & Watch, but he didn’t listen, so, his only option was to run away.
2008-11-23 03:08 am (UTC)
The Long Long Fic Part 3
While that, Kirby was already recovered from his anger and was watching as DeDeDe was playing with some Waddle Dees like they were dolls. He was shaking, biting, pushing, squeezing… He was doing anything he could do to those poor creatures, which weren’t enjoying that.
On the corner of the room, on the two big couches, the four swordsman of the mansion, Link, Marth, Ike and Mate Knight were laughing loudly, by no apparent reason. Suddenly, they all stopped, just to start laughing again.
Then, Popo and Nana got inside the room, with the boy chasing the girl madly, begging for a kiss.
“Please, just one my dear!”
“Popo, for crying out loud, we’re brothers!” Nana shouted, running away from him, a little bit dizzy, thanks to the muffins, even though she was still ‘aware’ of things.
Meanwhile, at Peach’s bedroom, she put on a record of soft instrumental music from the Mushroom Kingdom and both her and the Mario Bros. were sitting on the floor of the bedroom, with millions of thoughts flowing through their minds as the music filled their ears.
On a room not very far, Samus, that was smart enough not to eat the muffins, used their power to persuade Pit into doing some, things. God thing that, on the room next to hers, both DK and Diddy were sleeping like logs, since they ate tons of bananas and, more or less, ‘passed out’ from it. That way, no one could tell what was happening on that bedroom.
At the same time, out in the garden, Sonic was lying down on the grass, watching the clouds go by and with lots of things on his head, but none of them related to speed. He just wanted to stay like that forever, since the clouds looked so amazing.
Olimar was on the garden too. He didn’t eat his own muffins, as he realized that the ones he gave to his Pikmin made them act strange. The red one was just saying random things the captain couldn’t understand, while the yellow and the blue ones were sitting still, with their eyes fixed on each other. Seeing that, he concluded that those Earth muffins were dangerous and shouldn’t be eaten. And he was sure to write that information on his diary.
While Olimar was taking notes, he didn’t see Yoshi hiding behind the bushes, drooling with the idea of eating the unsuspecting Pikmin. After eating his muffins, he could really go for a ‘dessert’, and those colorful creatures looked really yummy. Like jellybeans.
On the other side of the garden, Fox was shooting some trees just for the sake of it, with a large smile on his lips, while Falco was trying to count the ants on the grass, with no success. After the tenth one, he would always lose his count, having to start all over again. But it looked like that wasn’t bothering him at all.
As for Wolf, he was just sitting there, cursing the horrible headache on his head. He also didn’t know why Falco and Fox were so happy and with no worries after eating those muffins, while he just got that stupid pain.
“Maybe, I’m unlucky like that,” Wolf thought, trying to stand up, just to fall on the ground again, really dizzy.
Lucas, Toon Link and Ness were going to eat some muffins, but they didn’t, since Wario stole theirs. But, later on, the two boys were glad that he did it, since they were watching him run around the garden aimlessly, occasionally hitting on the trees and changing his direction, while laughing. They had to admit that was pretty entertaining.
Finally, not far from there, Red, the Pokémon trainer, was swimming totally naked and happy with all the Pokemons, Lucario included, even though he didn’t eat any muffin.
As for Zelda, she was allergic to chocolate, so, when Link offered her some muffins, she just refused politely and went to her room for some rest. Also, Ganon couldn’t stand sweet things and Bowser was feeling too anti-social to get some, even from the hands of Peach.
“How long do you think this will go on?” Captain Falcon said, with a grin.
“Well, one hour I guess,” Snake said, crossing his arms.
“So,” Falcon put his hand on Snake’s shoulder “wanna come to my room?”
Snake pushed Falcon, that lost his balance and feel on the floor. He started to laugh, as the soldier started to walk away. He really needed to be more careful around that place. Too bad he learned his lesson too late.