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The Super Smash Brothers Everything Meme (smashhappy) wrote,
@ 2009-02-27 04:31:00

The Super Smash Brothers Everything Meme

Brawl's cutscenes showed us that cross-fandom interaction is pretty much the best thing ever. So, let's carry on the win, shall we?

1) Make prompts anonymously. Fill prompts anonymously. Outing yourself elsewhere is optional.
2)Please fill a prompt if you make a prompt, because that's only fair.
3) Fanfic, fanart and roleplay logs are equal amounts of love.
4) All video game fandoms and characters are welcome, even if they've never appeared in a Super Smash Brothers game.
5) Everything is fine! Gen, het, yaoi, yuri, happy fluff right through to twisted kinky porn. Everything. Yes, even that.
6) Don't wank. If you see something you don't like, just keep scrolling. We're all big boys and girls.
7) Try not to give out fandom-specific spoilers by surprise. I know Brawl doesn't set a very good example, spoiling the hell out of Mother 3 and all, but just put a spoiler note in the subject field of your fill if the fic might ruin a game for someone. If the prompt itself is spoilery, use this spoiler code: ?span style="color:#666666;background-color:#666666">Spoilers here?/span> Just replace the question marks with pointy brackets.
8) Multiple fills to the same prompt are fine. Fill whatever you're inspired to.
9) Tell everyone about this meme!

Tell

pyrasaur if anything comes up. Happy Smashing!

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(Anonymous)
2009-03-01 06:01 pm UTC (link)

All he'd wanted to do was find a couple of Pokémon. Now, not only was he ducking weird purple things at every turn, but he also had this skittish little blond boy trailing after him, whimpering periodically and staring up at him with "are you my mommy" eyes. He wondered what had happened to make him so chronically scared, but couldn't bring himself to ask. Why look for more trouble? he thought with some amusement. Aren't the weird purple things enough?

Oh, well, the kid didn't get in his way, and even though he trembled the whole time, he had valiantly doubled up his fists and helped him fight. So it was pretty much like having another Pokémon, just without the ball. The kid could tag along if he wanted. "What's your name?" he asked in his gentlest Pokémon-coaxing voice.

"L-Lucas." He still seemed so shaken that the trainer gave up on further conversation.

Perhaps a few blocks from the ruined zoo -- hard to tell with the streets so overgrown -- they encountered what must once have been a hotel -- it still had some old, creaky beds with identical bedspreads, anyway. Looked like as good a place as any to hole up for the night, and it even had a kitchen! He hadn't realised until he laid eyes on the pantry doors just how ravenous he really was, and judging by the intent look on Lucas's face, the kid hadn't eaten anything today, either.

Obviously the once-upon-a-time-fresh meat and vegetables were all too gross even to contemplate, but on the top shelves of the pantry, some tin cans glinted. The trainer boosted Lucas and let him select some that looked promising. He came down with mournful eyes and three cans of cream-of-broccoli soup. It would have to do. The kitchen had a huge, industrial stove squatting intact in the corner, but there were so many dials! Which of them did what? Which still worked? Which wouldn't burn the place down around them? He looked helplessly at Lucas, who looked back at him blankly, confirming that no, neither of them knew how to cook.

Lucas bit his lip, and he braced for more sniffling, but then the kid's eyes brightened. He plopped the contents of the cans into one of the big stockpots and stepped back several paces, tugging the Pokémon trainer back behind him. Then, shouting "PK Fire," he sent a bolt of fire flying, fwoosh, at the pot. Even from behind him, the trainer could feel its heat and power. The soup was, perhaps, a bit overcooked as a result, but it was food all the same, and they shoveled it in like the growing boys they were.

The Pokémon trainer studied his new companion across their hotel-china bowls. This Lucas had some hidden depths. Together, they would definitely beat the weird purple things and find Ivysaur and Charizard. Lucas, somehow sensing his optimism, beamed back at him.

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	(Anonymous) 2009-03-01 08:22 pm UTC (link)
	That's so sweet I think my heart just imploded. <3 (Reply to this) (Parent)

	(Anonymous) 2009-03-01 10:27 pm UTC (link)
	I think I have diabetes now that's so sweet (Reply to this) (Parent)

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