Drabble Tag!

[The Walrein]

Prompt: Shadow Tera Type

"But you just said 'your character can have any tera type'!" Tornadus protested.

"Even actual shadow Pokemon aren't 'shadow-type'; they just use shadow moves, which are technically typeless!" Mew snapped, hovering above her GM screen.

"But it's super important to my character's backstory! I wrote three entire paragraphs for that!"

Meloetta rolled her eyes. "C'mon, you just want to deal super-effective damage to everyone with Tera Blast."

"It wouldn't be to everyone; just to anyone who was dumb enough to not also pick shadow as their tera type!"

"Oooh, oooh! Can I have glitch tera type?" Thundurus asked. Mew groaned.

Next Prompt: But they were all of them deceived, for another Ball was made

 

[HelloYellow17]

Prompt: But they were all of them deceived, for another Ball was made.


It had to be the most pointless feature in existence.

Wes rubbed his temples as Rui, eyes bright with delight, threw out Neo’s pokeball for the tenth time. The Espeon emerged in a shower of gold sparkles and glitter, yowling triumphantly. But the worst part of all was the sound effect that accompanied the ball opening—like a shrill, dying firework.

FWEEEEE.

Ball capsules. Wes already hated whoever came up with the idea.

“Please stop, I’m getting a headache,” he groaned.

Rui laughed. “All right, all right, we’re done.” She returned a dejected-looking Neo.

But Neo had other ideas.

FWEEEEE.

Gods-dammit.

Next prompt: All is fair in love and war

 

[Sinderella]

Prompt: All is fair in love and war

He didn't want to believe it.

He'd been certain it was just the effect of his Envy, but as always, his Envy was never misplaced.

His heart twisted into a sickening knot as he watched that silver-headed attention whore lay a kiss down onto her perfect lips; his lips. She hugged him like she never wanted him to pull back.

It was there he declared war. He wanted him dead.

If that vile man was dead, then she'd have no choice but to be his and his alone. To love him alone.

Because all was fair in love and war.

Next Prompt: Mew has fleas

 

[kyeugh]

It was a pillar of lightning like an elder sequoyah. I clung to Noivern's scruff as he tucked out of the way—barely. My labcoat's flapping was deafening.

"What the fuck is this thing?" Valerie called to me from the back of her togekiss.

One answer: a joltik with eyes like quadruple sapphire moons and tarsi that could wear F-150s like roller skates.

But that much seemed plain enough to see.

"They say drinking the blood of a god grants great power," I shouted instead.

"Yeah?"

"Well, a certain research subject might've breached containment to frolic in the long grass..."

Mew has fleas
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Next prompt: phantom pains

 

[kintsugi]

phantom pains

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There's a void in Altomare that never stands still. It has Latias's shape and voice.

The void's never where she expects it. It does not live in a nest that has space enough for two. It does not echo her keen across the waves. It does not, in fact, do anything at all, except vanish when she turns for it.

She had a symmetry to her, once, like a reflection in quiet water. But the ocean they quelled only fragments endlessly on the shore, nothing but foam.

So she roams. In Hoenn's vastness there's something, someone, somewhere. There must be.

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next prompt: that trope you've always wanted to do

 

[ErazonPo3]

Prompt: That Trope You’ve Always Wanted To Do

All it takes is one touch for the disguise she’s so carefully crafted, worn like a second skin for so many years, to melt away and reveal the geist underneath. Red pupils shrink to pinpricks, and wafting tendrils of hair curl and unfurl like smoke. There’s no mistaking what she is, and Cynthia’s eyes flash dangerously with recognition. The baneful fox. Zoroark.
Her claws meet stone as she backs up against the wall. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run— unless—

“Luculia, wait!“

The wall gives way to her incorporeal body, and Cynthia can only grasp at the shadow left behind.

Next Prompt: Harvest Festival

 

[Cherry_BombBees]

Prompt: Harvest Festival

Hilbert and Hilda walked through the festival, holding hands as they both looked around. Countless vendors lined the streets, their merchandise varying from soft Mareep wool to hearty carrots grown straight in Mistralton's greenhouses.
Loose leaves crunched with each footstep, blowing with the cool wind. The pair of trainers stopped in their tracks, distracted from the sweet warm smell of apple cider. They stopped at one of the booths, ordering a bag of apple cider donuts.

While trainers continued celebrating, a wild Sawsbuck watched from the woods. Loose leaves fell from its antlers as the season Pokémon sniffed the air.

Next Prompt: Stuffed toys

 

[kyeugh]

Stuffed Toys​

"Mom always says good food doesn't grow on trees," Xiuxiu said through a full mouth she padded along. "This place is gonna blow her mind."

"Doesn't it seem... too convenient?" I asked. "Like... maybe it's a trap or something."

"Oh, please," Xiuxiu said. "Don't be paranoid. Someone's growing a whole orchard as a trap. Pffft. As if—"

The conversation was killed by a sound like a volcano erupting; the bush just next to us exploded.

"Get outta my cotton fields, ya damn stuffuls!" a human voice called after us as we fled. "I'll shoot ya dead if ya come back!"

next prompt: the mon who sold the world

 

[The Walrein]

>looking for a new ancient forgotten deity to pact with in hopes of gaining ultimate power
>find giant ghost centipede with grudge against Arceus called Giratina
>Giratina says I can have the 'Distortion World' if I help him conquer the 'Matter World'
>ask if the Distortion World is a normal world or a non-euclidean nightmare dimension
>they don't understand
>pull out illustrated diagrams explaining the difference between normal worlds and non-euclidean nightmare dimensions
>Giratina laughs and says "it's a good world, sir"
>sign an irreversible blood pact with Giratina
>they show me the Distortion World
>it's a non-euclidean nightmare dimension

Next prompt: I name thee "Annihilator"!

 

[HelloYellow17]

Prompt: I name thee “Annihilator!”

“Hmm.”

He paced in a circle around the specimen before him, analyzing every detail through his spectacles. (Or, well, just his glasses. But “spectacles” sounded so much cooler. More science-y.)

“Yes, you’ll do. You’ll do perfectly!”

He placed his hands on his hips and beamed.

“You’ll assist me with my plot for world domination! I name thee Annhilator!”

The Flabébe blinked. “Fla?”

“Exactly! Come, my weapon of great destruction! We’ll take over the world!”

Or, actually, just the park with their friends. But being king of the tallest slide was a start. The rest of the world could happen tomorrow.

Next prompt: Say Cheese

 

[Genafagrigus]

Prompt: Say Cheese!!!
Accidentally made it up to 200+. I like writing more words as a goal, but when it's a smaller goal, I seem to have no concept of numbers . This was a good try on my part, and a fun prompt.
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"Say Cheese, for Alcreamie for me!"

Cofagrigus stared back, and Trevenant threw the camera at Cofagrigus's face. It clanked inside his hollow body of gold and other raw materials.

Cofagarigus got up, pushing the table away, and shoving his top arms inside his face. Trevenant's roots quickly torpedoeed away like a sirskit laughing, leaves scattering on the appliances of the big living room.

"Open your casket." Haunter reminded. sighing, bleakly.

Haunter removed his eye and opened it like a purse. Folding up a purple paper that had a rich, crisp texture, into a sizable letter.

Cofagrigus threw the camera back at Haunter, and Trevenant grabbed a potted plant and missed to hit Cofagrigus.

Haunter grabs a paper from the bookshelf and two pens from the ceramic mug. writing down a few sentences in their, and grabbing a pinch of candle wax over the sleeping litwick, and stamping their claw on the letter with their claw fingerprint. Haunter looked very proud.

Cofagrigus grabs Trevenant and shakes Trevenant's branches around. Making Trevenant dizzy.

A tired-looking Pidove flew from Trevenant's head and bit the purple letter. Pidove opened the window and soared out. Flying across the trees and rivers, Pidove perched on top of a cake-themed house.

An Alcreamie used a decorated butter knife that looks like frosting with hearts on it as a letter opener.

'2 fully grown men fighting like teenagers, if they acted like kids so much, I'd make a sticker system in order the make them behave better. Hope everything's going well, Acer, give thanks to Alfred for the strawberries.'

There, she looks at photos, spots a photo of Cofagrigus, and a black photo with a doodle in white pen of a crying Trevenant and an unsure Haunter giving a thumbs up.

“Hahaha,” Acer gave a jovial laugh, and placed the pictures by a picture frame with cheese.

Next Prompt: News Reporters' Worst Day

 

[NebulaDreams]

Prompt: News Reporters' Worst Day

“And now we hand it over to our Wyndon correspondent, Mark Cunningham!”

“You can barely see a soul outside the Grand Woolley Ampitheatre, a venue where trainers regularly camped to see the Galar League Nationals. Now, it’s mostly used as a concert venue and a hangout for buskers—“

A Mr. Mime popped in the frame. He stuck his tongue out and mimed closing a door before teleporting away. If the reporter noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it, clearly a consummate professional.

—“we’ll go and ask these stragglers about the state of the stadium and— OW, BLOODY HELL, I’VE GOT A NOSEBLEED!”

Next prompt: “Yass, slay queen!”

 

[candycanearter07]

Prompt: Slay, queen!
wow, EXACTLY 6 words over :D
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Whoever trained this darned Meowstic did a really good job, he thought. It was practically pirouetting to dodge every move I threw at them, and making little faces at me to boot. Fine. Let's throw something out they CAN'T dodge.. a hyper beam. Before I could even issue the command, however, the darned thing span up, swept them off their feet, giggled, and backflipped back into place before finishing them off with a Double Slap. And that was his last pokemon. Sigh. The smug look of the trainer before them mirrored their pokemon, but I still felt obligated to mutter a "good game" at them, anyway.

Next Prompt: A strange Technical Machine

 

[FlareTheBlitz]

Prompt: A Strange Technical Machine

He only had one job in this world, to investigate oddities in the Pokémon world. So when a strange TM landed on his desk he was intrigued. The disk had been hastily written on, simply stating "TM XXX" in Sharpie. Against his better judgement, he inserted the disk and tried to see if his Eevee partner could learn the move. Sadly though, nothing seemed to happen, just a weird static noise that pierced his eardrums filled the room.

"Weird..."

Next Prompt: A Wild Missingno. Appeared!