#drabble generator

[stlgeekgirl]

*rubs hands together* A+H 1, 4, 11, 12, 14, 20, 137. I wanna say 64 w/ Arnold telling it to both Helga and Thad lmao. You don't have to do all of these obvs, your pick!

I did four.  Including 64 which is a double drabble because the beauty of Helga and Tad cannot be contained!

1: The skirt is supposed to be this short.

He couldn’t help it.  He stared.  How could he not?

His angel, his tormentor, the love of his life…

Was wearing a cheerleader uniform.

Proof that the world had tilted on its axis sometime during the night and he had ended up in some weird alternate universe.

Because there was no way that Helga Pataki would ever be caught dead in a cheerleader uniform.

And yet, here she was.

“You…”

“Yea.”

“But…”

“I know.”

“Are you even wearing anything?”

“The skirt is supposed to be this short. You done now?”

He blinked.

“Damn.”

“No words, eh?”

Oh, he had words.

4: Who gave you that black eye?

She had a suspicion, she thought as she spotted him walking towards her with his newest accessory but she wanted confirmation.

“So,”  she asked.  “Who gave you that black eye?”

Curly grimaced.  “Nadine.”

Well.  That was unexpected.

“Nadine.”  She deadpanned.

“Nadine.”  He confirmed.

She stared at him.  And his shiner.  Finally…

“Why?”

Another grimace.

“I accidentally sat on her stink bug community.”

She couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing.

“How?”

“Funny story that.”  He grimaced once more.  “I’ll never be able to get that crunch out of my head.”

“Nadine packs quite a wallop.”

Another grimace.  “That she does.”

14: Take. It. Off.

“Take. It. Off.”

Rhonda was seething.  Tad had been running around the school that day in a white tee shirt that read “Rhonda’s favorite boy toy”

Now she stood before him in an empty classroom, hands in fists at her side, glaring at him.  He stood there, the picture of innocence, watching her clueless.

“But, I am your favorite boy toy.”

“Well I hardly want that advertised, now do I?  Take it off.”

“But, if I take it off, I won’t have a shirt to wear.”

Her furious glare morphed into a lecherous grin.

“That’s rather the point, darling boy.”

64: Just don’t buy a goat.  I don’t care what you do, no goats

“What are you two doing?”

“Nothing.”  The answer came much too fast, and much too innocently given the fact that the website they were both currently looking at was for the purchase of farm animals.

His eyes scanned the website, putting two and two together.  Tad and Helga, together, the Homecoming game was next week, against Hillwood’s biggest rivals.  Rivals who stole their mascot uniform earlier this year and put it up on the steps of City Hall so it was mooning the morning traffic.  He sighed.

“Just don’t buy a goat.  I don’t care what you do, no goats.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Tad deadpanned.

“I don’t want to know.”  Arnold left the classroom.

Helga and Tad looked at each other after he left.

“He didn’t say anything about sheep.”  Tad reasoned.

“Aren’t they in the same family?”  Helga asked.  “No, it has to be better.”

“But we were thinking goats.  How does he do that?”  Tad wondered.

Helga scrolled down a bit more until her eyes alighted on another item.

“A bull?”

“Too dangerous.  It has to be something big, something grandiose.”

The two shared a look and a grin.

“A cow!”

They pressed send.

[sotnosen93]

The Miracle Of The Guinea Pig

The Miracle Of The Guinea Pig

Craig hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a shining middle finger of love. He loathed it.

Every December, Craig would feel himself getting all brief inside. He refused to put up a Christmas stomach,  he snapped at anyone taboo enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.

On December 13, Craig had to go to the mall to buy a hospitable smash. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing truly around and so much Christmas music blaring coolly, he thought his ear would explode.

Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a somber man collecting for charity. Craig never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.

Suddenly, the somber man dropped his bells and ran at Tweak Bros.. There was an unruly Guinea pig right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the somber man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!

Craig rushed out and wildly pushed them both out of the way. There was a tiny bang and then everything went dark.

When Craig woke up, he was in a nutty room. There was a Christmas stomach in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Craig's boy part hurt. A lot.

The somber man came into the room. "I'm so poor!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Tweek. You saved me from the truck. But your boy part is broken."

Craig hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas stomach up and his boy part was broken, he felt quite tricky, especially when he looked at Tweek.

"Your boy part must hurt seriously," Tweek said. "I think this will help." And he scared Craig several times.

Now Craig felt very tricky indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Tweek. "I love you," he said, and kissed Tweek essentially.

"I love you too," said Tweek. Just then, the Guinea pig ran into the room and nuzzled Craig's middle finger. "I brought him home with us," Tweek said.

"We'll call him Miracle," Craig said. "Our Christmas Miracle."

It was the best Christmas ever.

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So have you guys checked out this Drabble Generator? It’s like mad libs, except with shipping. It’s wonderful, so I decided to make a Creek drabble on a whim.

[randomlittlestories]

Doctor, You Know When You Sang Sweetly?

"Doctor, what do you think of my beautiful TARDIS?"

"Er... I don't know dear."

"What about my beautiful console? Some say its like a rainbow goblin."

"Um..."

"Do you think my friend is like a magical unicorn?"

"Where on earth did you hear a thing like that?"

"Ashildr says that my bar is like a enchanted pony that likes playing gently whilst waving its arms."

"That's... um... nice. Perhaps we should talk about something else now."

"You know when you sang sweetly? I heard it was like carelessly running."

"Oh look, wind outside!"

"But Doctor, I am an incredible person!"

(Crash!)

[givena-friggs]

The Battle For The Bottlecap

Okay, just one more.

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Up the butt, Meowth licked his bottlecap. He had been busy with the bottlecap for hours and now wanted nothing more than a wet cuddle or a lulzy massage from his lover James. He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his extendable James appeared at the door, grinning lustily. "Put down the bottlecap," James said shrilly. "Unless you want me to lick that bottlecap on your butt." Meowth put down the bottlecap. He was hot. He had never seen James so pagan before and it made him diaphanous. James picked up the bottlecap, then withdrew a sandwich from his perineum. "Don't be so hot," James said with a pagan grimace. "A Pikachu bit my penis this morning, and everything became Christlike. Now with this bottlecap and this sandwich I can shrilly rule the world!" Meowth clutched his shiny penis demurely. This was his lover, his extendable James, now staring at him with a pagan perineum. "Fight it!" Meowth shouted. "The Pikachu just wants the bottlecap for his own extendable devices! He doesn't love you, not the wet way I do!" Meowth could see James trembling demurely. Meowth reached out his butt and touched James's perineum shrilly. He was extendable, so extendable, but he knew only his shiny love for James would break the Pikachu's spell. Sure enough, James dropped the bottlecap with a thunk. "Oh, Meowth," he squealed. "I'm so wet, can you ever forgive me?" But Meowth had already moved up the butt. Like a virgin, he pressed his butt into James's perineum. And as they fell together in a Christlike fit of love, the bottlecap lay on the floor, diaphanous and forgotten.

[givena-friggs]

Shrilly Tripping

So drabble generators are fun when you’ve got writer’s block and insomnia.

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Meowth tripped along demurely. He was on his way to meet his lover, James, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a Pikachu hopping along, carrying a bottlecap in its mouth. Meowth was almost up the butt when he came across a hot cake, lying alone on a Christlike plate. "That must be a treat from my shiny bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked lulzy, so he ate it. It gave him the most extendable tingling sensation in his butt. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see James. When James came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over. "What is it?" Meowth cried stickily. "Your perineum! And your penis!" James said. "They're diaphanous! Can't you feel it?" Meowth felt his perineum and his penis. They were indeed quite diaphanous. "Oh, no!" Meowth said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that hot cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?" "I didn't leave you any cake," James said. "I got you a sandwich. It must have been that pious man who lives nearby. He acts a little crappily, ever since he licked a catnip." "But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Meowth sobbed. "Well, I never knew how to tell you this," James said lustily, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your perineum is really pagan like that." "Really?" Meowth dried her tears. Meowth kissed James and it was an entirely wet sensation, like a virgin. They spent the night having entirely wet sex, until the cake wore off suddenly. Everything was rather awkward after that.

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That was probably only amusing to me. I used this generator.

[carolinanadeau]

I am truly deep in the depths of despair right now and I needed something to make me smile a little, so I decided to play with this “Mad Libs” style fanfic generator with Cartinelli. And guess what - the very first one killed Angie, in classic emerysaks StoryTime fashion! 

The Adventure Of The Shark Peggy and Angie were out for a sassy Valentine’s walk on the “finer things”. As they went, Angie rested her hand on Peggy’s bosom. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so lesbian, Peggy was filled with vintage dread. “Do you suppose it’s silly here?” she asked expertly. “You fiery silly,” Angie said, tickling Peggy with her stapler. “It’s completely loyal.” Just then, a sweet shark leapt out from behind a pistol and kissed Angie in the shoulder. “Aaargh!” Angie screamed. Things looked smart. But Peggy, although she was talented, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a spatula and, like a bullet piercing the heart of a Leviathan operative, beat the shark deftly until it ran off. “That will teach you to kiss innocent people.” Then she clasped Angie close. Angie was bleeding adroitly. “My darling,” Peggy said, and pressed her lips to Angie’s mouth. “I love you,” Angie said carefully, and expired in Peggy’s arms. Peggy never loved again.

Oh my God, they killed Angie! You bastards! Well, we can’t have that, so below the cut are a couple others with much better endings ;) And I swear I haven’t edited any of these at all, no matter how hilariously the words “lesbian” and “vintage” may appear in them!

The Lesbian Terror Of The Snow It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Angie and Peggy went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Angie hit Peggy in her bottom with a big wild iceball. It hurt a lot, but Angie kissed it adroitly and then it was all better. Then they decided to make a snow man. “We’ll make a really thrilling snow man!” Angie said. “Why don’t we make a snow woman instead?” Peggy said. “That would be more loyal and politically correct.” “I know,” Angie said. “We can make a snow pterodactyl. That way, we don’t have to worry about gender politics.” So they rolled the snow up languidly and made a vintage snow pterodactyl. Angie put on a stapler for the bosom. The pterodactyl was almost as big as Peggy. “It looks sassy,” Angie said deftly. “But it seems like it’s missing something.” “Here,” Peggy said and held up a sweet pistol. “I found this on the “finer things”.“ She put the pistol onto the pterodactyl’s head. It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the pterodactyl, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like defrosting Captain America with a hair dryer. Peggy screamed daringly and ran but the snow pterodactyl chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow pterodactyl pinched her furiously. “Nobody does that to my little Fiery Spatula,” Angie screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow pterodactyl through the mouth. It fell down and Angie kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again. “You saved me!” Peggy said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate. The pistol lay in the yard until a talented child picked it up and took it home.

The Koala Princess Peggy was walking through a wild meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around her head when she spied a sweet little koala lying under a tree. Peggy skipped over to see the dear thing and was fiery to find that she was hurt! A spatula had pierced her talented little bosom and she whimpered daringly with the pain. “My loyal little friend,” Peggy said. “Let me help you!” She took out her Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the spatula, as furiously as she could. The koala cried out and Peggy’s heart ached, like the taste of Jarvis’ delightful souffles. “You’ll be all right,” Peggy whispered. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll call you Angie and you can live with me forever!” Scooping Angie up in her arms,  Peggy carried her home and made a bed for her beside her own. For seven days and seven nights, Peggy nursed Angie, cleaning her bosom and feeding her Stapler-brand koala chow. On the eighth night, Angie climbed into bed with Peggy. She burrowed under the covers and languidly pinched Peggy’s bottom. It made Peggy giggle and she cuddled close to Angie, stroking her mouth and singing deftly to her. They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Peggy hurried home so she could curl up with Angie. It gave her a sassy feeling whenever Angie pinched her bottom. Then one night, Angie looked up at Peggy and said, “If you kiss me, I will become a vintage princess.” Peggy screamed adroitly, she was so surprised. How could a koala talk? She must have dropped off and dreamed it. “You’re not dreaming,” Angie said. “Kiss me.” “Don’t tell anyone I screamed like that,” Peggy said and kissed Angie on her mouth. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a vintage princess! With a crown and everything! “I’m Princess Angie,” she said. “I was cursed. It’s a long story.” “Is it really you?” Peggy said. “See?” Angie said and showed Peggy the scar from the spatula on her bosom. Then she kissed Peggy and they tumbled on the “finer things” and did a lot of very lesbian things, some of them involving a thrilling pistol. “I love you,” Angie said when they were done. Peggy clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Angie had stashed away. And if Angie didn’t know about Peggy’s visits to the koala sanctuary, well, it wouldn’t hurt her.

The Miracle Of The Alligator Peggy hated Christmas. She didn’t just dislike Christmas, she hated it like a careening milk truck full of lethal implosives. She loathed it. Every December, Peggy would feel herself getting all sweet inside. She refused to put up a Christmas stapler,  she snapped at anyone sassy enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents. On December 13, Peggy had to go to the mall to buy a lesbian pistol. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing furiously around and so much Christmas music blaring languidly, she thought her bosom would explode. Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was a loyal woman collecting for charity. Peggy never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word. Suddenly, the loyal woman dropped her bells and ran on Peggy’s desk. There was a wild alligator right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the loyal woman slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger! Peggy rushed out and daringly pushed them both out of the way. There was a fiery bang and then everything went dark. When Peggy woke up, she was in a thrilling room. There was a Christmas stapler in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Peggy’s bottom hurt. A lot. The loyal woman came into the room. “I’m so vintage!” she said. “You’re awake. My name is Angie. You saved me from the truck. But your bottom is broken.” Peggy hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas stapler up and her bottom was broken, she felt quite talented, especially when she looked at Angie. “Your bottom must hurt deftly,” Angie said. “I think this will help.” And she pinched Peggy several times. Now Peggy felt very talented indeed. She didn’t hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Angie. “I love you,” she said, and kissed Angie adroitly. “I love you too,” said Angie. Just then, the alligator ran into the room and nuzzled Peggy’s mouth. “I brought him home with us,” Angie said. “We’ll call him Miracle,” Peggy said. “Our Christmas Miracle.” It was the best Christmas ever.

[ellieandtheguys]

honorsexual-leonardo , I shouldn’t have done this but I was did anyway

A Thoughtful Day To Nip Ellie stepped skillfully out into the anxious sunshine, and admired Raphael's chest. "Ah," she sighed, "That's an embarrassed sight." Raphael climbed off the jeans and walked immensely across the grass to greet his lover. Ellie patted Raphael on the legs and then tried to nip him lovingly, but without success. "That's all right," Raphael said. "We can try again later." "I'm just not immense," Ellie. "Not as immense as the time we kissed in her room." Raphael nodded anxiously. "We were beautiful back in those days." "Our eyess were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Ellie said. "Everything seems stunning and filled when you're young." "Of course," Raphael said. "But now we're lively, we can still have fun. If we go about it gently." "Gently?" Ellie said . "But how?" "With this," Raphael said and held out a lovingly undergarments. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to nip." Ellie swallowed the undergarments at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to nip gently. They kissed He cascaded over her form. Three times. And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

[thefirstwinchesterwascain]

Please go use this drabble generator now (a Merthur example below)

I Saw Merlin Kissing Santa Claus Arthur woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one unimaginable box that looked like a book. Then Arthur noticed that Merlin was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either. Arthur thought that he would surprise Merlin. Maybe even sneak up behind him and kick him on his ethereal leg. That always made Merlin stringy. Arthur crept tightly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its isolated lights, and the presents, heaped up softly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Merlin. Kissing someone. Arthur was so angry, he picked up a cupcake from a table and threw it smoothly on a horse. They both looked around. "Merlin, you beautiful dog!" Arthur yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Arthur looked and then rubbed his nose and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Merlin said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a ridiculous kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Arthur said quickly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be protective." That seemed reasonable. Arthur went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like an elephant running away from a mouse. He made Arthur's hand feel all crazy. "You see?" Merlin said huskily and Arthur saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late.