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@simiansmoke
He's still kicking dirt back at the plant because it's making him feel BETTER - and hey, plants liked dirt, right? It was a win-win. But maybe not since before he can get his last little stamp and scrape in, the ground erupts under him and before he can determine what it is, he's lifted up by chest and belly and hog tied in place again. Great.
Kicking at air and swatting ahead of him, he looked like he was having a hard time swimming (well- drowning) in the air and strained to look back over his shoulder to flash a fang at that twerp of a plant. "Uhhh - I'm still going with they definitely shouldn't!"
It's the thorns digging in that has him flexing harder than the day after a bean-bowl supreme when all that fiber made him pudgier than Bowser on Bowser's better days. Sucking in at least helps them not break the skin once his fur protection was penetrated. "MY place? You mean - ON THE GROUND?! Sure! I'd love to go!"
Parting his mouth to start gnawing on a vine, he gets a blast of purple dust in it instead and sputters, coughing and shaking his head furiously to try and clear any of the violet spores still hanging around him. When he hacked all the air out of him in defense of the plant poison, he just breathed in another wave when it failed to clear fast enough, and he chokes and paws the air blindly as if he were reaching for a familiar sink-side towel to roll his face around on.
At the end of the fit, his limbs go limp and his body's forced to relax in the thorny grip. "Ugghh-ooough..." A low groan escapes him, followed by a little, "Gross."
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Seeming plenty satisfied with her work, the plant unravels all its vines in a near-instant, letting the kong fall to the earth with a heavy thud. “I’d take this as a lesson if I were you, banana-brains.” The plant slinks down close to the ape’s snout, sneering with a malice so potent it could be bottled.
“You ain’t the king of shit. Don’t go messing with things bigger than yourself, buddy.” Vines return to the pot, as a few dust off the dirt kicked onto the terra cotta. It pouts, attempting to clean a scuff to no avail, before returning fully to its planter and protruding some roots through the drainage holes and making its way off to some unknown.
@simiansmoke
He's not sure if he's relieved that the plant let him loose, or annoyed by the plant's reason why. Maybe a little of both - but his temper was a bit stronger willed than his sense of safety. "I was just enjoying our conversation - about ME. How's that stupid?" Heaving a grumpy huff at the plant's rejection, DK would have padded away with a 'suit yourself' over his shoulder had the thing not went for the throat...metaphorically this time. "Hey! My 'stupid' might just be 'stupid' to you, but to someone with BETTER TASTE, it could be - 'a fucking delight'!"
Pausing as the petulant petunia questions his involvement in any sort of escapades that didn't involve scratching his ass at home, DK flashed a canine over at the toothy lips lining the pale bulb. "I'm a damn hero in this country! That's why they call it DONKEY KONG COUNTRY. Now who's the idiot?" Padding over to the pot, he lets his temper get the better of him and kicks it over. "SHUT UP. This is why plants shouldn't talk!" Turning himself somewhat as well, he gave a few petty kicks at the ground to send some dust at the mouthy thing like a cat might scratch around a litter box.
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Vines erupt from the earth and ensnare the ape, as the toppled plant ejects its pot and roots itself in the ground beneath it, practically swimming through the jungle floor to pop up face-to-face with the yet again captured kong. “Buddy, I say this is why plants should talk”
“Nobody else could keep meatheads like you humble. You could certainly use a lesson in learning your place.” Thorny vines grip too tight for any comfort, as the bulb rears back with an awful ‘HHHHUAAAAHHHHCKK’ noise, followed by a spitting of poisonous gas in the great kong’s face. “How do you like that, hmm? Not so fun, is it?” The bulb twists into an awful sneer. “And if that’s not enough, I have plenty of other ways to show you your place in the food chain.”
@simiansmoke
"Yeah, right? That feeling when you eat the last bite and realize there's no more is the worst. Makes me wanna go kick someone's ass. Hey, I guess that explains it." They've come full circle. The revelation seems to have woken him up to the fact that there sure were a lot of vines looped around him. Was that how plants hugged? He wouldn't give a piranha plant a hug usually, but it's not like they were of the talking variety over the try to tear your face off the moment you got too close variety. When the bulb bumped noses with him, he figures the plant really was telling on itself as far as if it could see.
"Great hero, huh? You must mean DK. AKA, yours truly." So popular even the plants were coming out to see him; sounded about right. Twisting his wrists a little, he starts to slide one out from the vines and tug gently on a few areas of his bindings to loosen them some.
"But you might have heard wrong with the food. I'm a fighter, not a chef. They made it a national crime for me to enter a kitchen actually." After he'd nearly burned the island down of course. When the plant opened its maw, DK realized he probably was not in such a great position here. "Uh-wait! I just remembered where there was some food around here. Way less hairy, too!" One of his feet found a thorn's side and tapped it as if the plant would let him 'tap out'.
"Really, I might be meaty but you don't want this meat. If a giant eel threw me up, you know I'm not as appetizing as I look!"
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“Like I’d really eat you, dipshit.” The plant lets out a resigned groan as it unspools its vine, returning back to its own pot. “Far too stupid and hairy- do you realize that’s the longest it’s ever taken somebody to realize they’re about to be eaten?” She turns up her bulb, as if rejecting a bland meal. “You certainly have muscles in place of brains, banana boy.” It sticks its tongue out, wincing. “I bet I’d catch your stupid if I ate you. That, and an awful hairball.”
She tilts her bulb to the side, sneering. “Are you a beloved hero because you’re busy showboating and hiding in your pathetic little yurt? Is that the only reason you haven’t been killed yet? I bet that eel spat you up because it’d have gotten poisoned by your idiocy!” Producing a series of small roots from the underside of its pot, the plant turns to face away from the great ape.
“Pronouns?”
“Yeah, I’m pro nouns myself. They tend to be pretty tasty!”
@simiansmoke
Always eager to display his muscles for an audience, DK hardly notices the plant start to loop around him. Though he’s not sure why he’s so dedicated to showing a plant anything when plants obviously had no visual capabilities.
“Yeah, because you can smell if someone’s scrawny or not.” He deadpans, but figures the tightening vines are helping the plant determine his size. Well…as long as they stayed above the belt, he was fine with it. “C'mon, you can’t expect me to believe you have eyes…even tiny little spider eyes. You wouldn’t have to try this hard to tell what you’re working with here otherwise.” Though to be fair, the plant with no eyes could probably see better than he could up close- damn his far-sightedness.
Wincing with one eye closed closest to the tongue boop, he returns it with a hot huff of air from his nostrils as if to send the plant a message. “There’s nobody stronger than me in the Jungle Kingdom. My one job is eating bananas and kicking ass, and I’m usually out of bananas!”
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“Out of bananas, hmm? What a shame...” One final tightening of her vines around the ape, and it snakes out further until its bulb is nose-to-nose with the kong. “See, I heard that a great hero lived in these parts, and I made my way out all the way just to meet this hero...” The bulb backs up a bit, grinning wide, as a tongue emerges and gives its teeth a cursory lick. “I haven’t eaten in ages! I’d hoped that they would have a snack for me...”
The bulb opens wide to reveal the full extent of the plant’s jagged teeth and barbed tongue, and an array of bead-like spots in the deepest recesses of the plant’s gaping maw. “I suppose, however, if you’re as meaty as you say, you’d make a fine substitute meal!”
@leafydemise
She practically erupts from the pot and gives Donkey Kong a near-chomp of the finger, before backing off a bit, and looking him up and down.
“I’m more edible than you, hairball!” The plant tilts its head as it grins menacingly at the great kong. “Too much hair and not nearly enough meat!”
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Lightning quick reflexes sent him jumping backwards, front half low to the ground as he observed the piranha plant observing him...was it actually...observing him? Weird. But then again, it seemed unusually pale in color for a regular species.
When it spoke, DK shifted out of his defensive posture in favor of standing erect and tilted his head in confusion. "Uh...did I eat too many overripe bananas or are you...talking to me?" Regardless, the Kong snorted aggressively at the comment, flexing his pecs out and giving them a swat to show the plant. "And what do you call this? I'm all beef cake, dude. And plus how can you even tell? You don't even have eyes!"
simiansmoke:
Lightning quick reflexes sent him jumping backwards, front half low to the ground as he observed the piranha plant observing him…was it actually…observing him? Weird. But then again, it seemed unusually pale in color for a regular species.
When it spoke, DK shifted out of his defensive posture in favor of standing erect and tilted his head in confusion. “Uh…did I eat too many overripe bananas or are you…talking to me?” Regardless, the Kong snorted aggressively at the comment, flexing his pecs out and giving them a swat to show the plant. “And what do you call this? I’m all beef cake, dude. And plus how can you even tell? You don’t even have eyes!”
Snaking further out of the pot and close to the ape, it inspects the display, beginning to extend its vine to surround its target, slinking around behind him.
“I tells it how I smells it, Monkey-man, and you smell like a scrawny chimp!” The vine begins to tighten around the kong, as the bulb of the plant raises above his head to peer down at him. “B’sides, just cuz you can’t see the eyes don’t mean they ain’t there. I can definitely see better than you can, banana brain!” The tongue of the plant slips out and boops the great kong on the head. “Of course if you’re doubtin’ me, I s’pose I could leave you be and find a better, stronger ape...”
simiansmoke:
He’s not sure why out of all the jungle plants, this one’s in a pot…but he’s committed to giving it a few pokes anyway. That sign couldn’t stop him - he couldn’t read it.
“Can I eat this? Looks…kinda edible?”
She practically erupts from the pot and gives Donkey Kong a near-chomp of the finger, before backing off a bit, and looking him up and down.
“I’m more edible than you, hairball!” The plant tilts its head as it grins menacingly at the great kong. “Too much hair and not nearly enough meat!”
There is a sign taped to the plant’s pot.
FREE ROASTS - WORDS OR FIRE
Like or Reblog if you wanna interact with the silver variant of the Piranha plant from Smash ultimate? She won’t bite- actually. she might.
“HEY! HEY BLOCKHEAD!!”
“YOUR MINECRAFT HOUSE SUCKS!!”
“WE LIVE IN A MANSION”
“....Feed me....”
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With a loud CLANG, Luigi’s flowery watering can hit the floor of his verdant greenhouse. For several long moments, he just stared at the silvery Piranha Plant, hardly daring to believe his eyes or ears.
❝P-Peasley II– H-How did you learn-a to talk?!❞
And so rudely. The plant certainly didn’t pick up this kind of behaviour from Luigi’s TLC. The rest of his Piranha Plants were all so quiet and placid… what happened? Mario would never speak like this either. ❝Y-You want… meat? But… what’s-a wrong with-a the yummy planty food? I only give-a you the best!❞
Picking themself up and twirling their head around idly, they dug around in the soil of their own pot and pulled out..... a VERY dirty and now barely functioning radio. “This noisy thingamajig you fiddle around with sometimes. You left it goin’ and I got curious, so I fiddles with it now.” Gently placing it back down in their pot’s soil, they leaned over to the side, grimacing slightly.
“The plant food’s all the same and it’s all I ever eat! I NEED VARIETY!” Shakily holding the ends of their leaves out, their grim expression shifted into a more pathetic one. “You wouldn’t want me to wilt, would ya? I need better foods and more things ta do or I’m gonna die in here!”
@ghostbustingreen time to die, Luigi
“WELL YA HAVEN’T BEEN WATERING SOME OF US ENOUGH! I’M ALL DRIED OUT AND I’M STARVIN’!”
Oh dear the Plant learned how to talk. Hopping up and down a few times on the shelf, they caused their pot to thump, before stopping and letting out a low growl. Firmly planting the ends of their leaves against the rim of their pot, they leaned forwards, nearly knocking over some of the other plants nearby. “I’M TIRED’A EATIN BUGS AN’ WORMS!” Dramatically flopping over onto the shelf, their draped a vine over the top of their head.
“I need that good stuff.... You gotta hook me up, Plumber boy..... I need that good red meat from the butchers...!”
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Slap a like or a reblog if you’d be interested in writing with a Little shop of horrors inspired Piranha plant? She won’t bite if you’re nice! Maybe.