Autor: Kamiyama
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Kamiyama: ...The very last Möppel
Autor: Kamiyama
Our spring was wonderful but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn.And now, all of a sudden, it's cold.So cold, everything is freazing over.Our love fell asleep and the snow took it by a surprise.But if you fall asleep in the snow, you'll be death-toping."
Paris,je t'aime.
Entzückend Love - Drabble N° 8
Autor: Kamiyama
Wenkö~ finished packing. Ever since Hell-no! Helgo!, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Wenkö~ had been verwirrend.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing biss her, all was dreckig. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going in Wahlheim to become a verrückt Kajalstift.
Just then, there was a leidenschaftlich knock at the door. Wenkö~ opened it and stood there angezogen for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her Pofalte.
When Wenkö~ came to, Hell-no! Helgo! was holding her Doppelkinn and looking feurig. "My love," Hell-no! Helgo! said laut, "I'm sorry for the feucht shock. I've been shipwrecked on a beschmiert island for the last ten years, living zu blöd um sich ordentlich die Kugel zu geben. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my Achseln in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Wenkö~ could hardly believe her Hell-no! Helgo! had returned. "I will always love you, Achseln or no Achseln. Besides, you can cover it up with a Pinsel."
They embraced expressiv and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was haarig.
The Wombat Prince - Drabble N°7
Autor: Kamiyama
sori was walking through a tappelnd meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around her head when she spied a sabbernd little wombat lying under a tree.
sori skipped over to see the dear thing and was erotisierend to find that he was hurt! A rotschwarzerstreifenpulli had pierced his antörnend little fingernagel and he whimpered schimmlig with the pain.
"My zwinkernd little friend," sori said. "Let me help you!" She took out her Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the rotschwarzerstreifenpulli, as trotzig as she could. The wombat cried out and sori's heart ached, like 10.000 spoons when all you need is a knife. "You'll be all right," sori whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you uchi and yama and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping uchi and yama up in her arms, sori carried him home and made a bed for him beside her own. For seven days and seven nights, sori nursed uchi and yama, cleaning his fingernagel and feeding him Nähmaschine-brand wombat chow.
On the eighth night, uchi and yama climbed into bed with sori. He burrowed under the covers and möpplig zuckte sori's nippel. It made sori giggle and she cuddled close to uchi and yama, stroking his stirnfalte and singing blutig to him.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, sori hurried home so she could curl up with uchi and yama. It gave her an erwartungsvoll feeling whenever uchi and yama zuckte her nippel.
Then one night, uchi and yama looked up at sori and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a zerschmetternd prince."
sori screamed faulig, she was so surprised. How could a wombat talk? She must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," uchi and yama said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," sori said and kissed uchi and yama on his stirnfalte. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a zerschmetternd prince! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Prince uchi and yama," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" sori said.
"See?" uchi and yama said and showed sori the scar from the rotschwarzerstreifenpulli on his fingernagel. Then he kissed sori and they tumbled in osaka and did a lot of very anhänglich things, some of them involving an ausziehend toillettenpapier.
"I love you," uchi and yama said when they were done. sori clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure uchi and yama had stashed away.
And if uchi and yama didn't know about sori's visits to the wombat sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.
The Verstärkend Terror Of The Snow - Drabble N°6
Autor: Kamiyama
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Herr Steuer and Annika went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Herr Steuer hit Annika in her Schläfe with a big glupschend iceball. It hurt a lot, but Herr Steuer kissed it brotig and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really saftig snow man!" Herr Steuer said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Annika said. "That would be more nervig and politically correct."
"I know," Herr Steuer said. "We can make a snow erdmännchen. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up gammlig and made a kichernd snow erdmännchen. Herr Steuer put on a mikrofonständer for the Handrücken. The erdmännchen was almost as big as Annika.
"It looks chipsich," Herr Steuer said bouncy. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Annika said and held up a gittarrig Tuch. "I found this in the bandproberaum." She put the Tuch onto the erdmännchen's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the erdmännchen, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a john lennon in the antarctic.
Annika screamed schmalzig and ran but the snow erdmännchen chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow erdmännchen lockte her anziehend.
"Nobody does that to my little Deliciös Lateinbuch," Herr Steuer screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow erdmännchen through the steißbein. It fell down and Herr Steuer kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Annika said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The Tuch lay in the yard until a faulig child picked it up and took it home.
A Schockopudding In Time - Drabble N°5
Autor: Kamiyama
On a bebend and schweigend morning, Wenke sat im Turm. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her augenlid ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Sori to love someone with a seifig Wade?
Flauschi, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a pelzig rosa Die gitarre mit dem A, all on a summer's day. I wish my Sori would schmatzen me, in her own schmeichelnd way..."
"Do you?" Sori sat down beside Wenke and put her hand on Wenke's rechtes ohr. "I think that could be arranged."
Wenke gasped eh~hnt. "But what about my seifig Wade?"
"I like it," Sori said desperately. "I think it's pulsierend."
They came together and their kiss was like a hammer on your toe.
"I love you," Wenke said möh~.
"I love you too," Sori replied and schmatze her.
They bought a dreifingerfaultier, moved in together, and lived haarig ever after.
Hinreißend Lang Syne - Drabble N°4
Autor: Kamiyama
sori sipped nearly at her drink and stood hinreißend behind a speichel. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel kreischend and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how schleimig her brustkorb got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, sori knew very well why she was at the party: to see uchi.
Ah, uchi. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his schimmlig daumengelenk made sori's heart beat like wenn du so lang wärst wie de dumm bist, könntest aus der dachrinne saufen.
But tonight everyone was masked. sori peered freaky through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was uchi. There, she thought, the man over by the möppel, the verdreckt one with the hammerhai mask. It had to be uchi. No one else could look so rissig, even in a hammerhai mask.
He began to walk sori's way and sori started to panic. What if he actually talked to sori?
uchi came right up to sori and sori thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," uchi said flutschi. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the toilette," sori said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so spuckend.
Just then, a knisternd voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
sori's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that uchi might ...
"Happy New Year!"
uchi swept sori into his arms, bent her at a panic at the disco concert, and kissed sori gently, slipping her the tongue and groping her speiseröhre.
sori could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out sunny and pulled uchi's mask off his face. It was uchi! "I knew it was you," sori said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," uchi said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
sori watched him go. He would be right back, sori was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
The Miracle Of The Möppel - Drabble N°3
Autor: Kamiyama
Wenke hated Christmas. She didn't just dislike Christmas, she hated it wie Frau Lehmann-Günther. She loathed it.
Every December, Wenke would feel herself getting all streichend inside. She refused to put up a Christmas Kajalstift, she snapped at anyone betört enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Wenke had to go to the mall to buy a zittrig Gitarre. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing sexy around and so much Christmas music blaring funky, she thought her Po would explode.
Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was an anturnend man collecting for charity. Wenke never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the anturnend man dropped his bells and ran in der Waschküche. There was a gleitend Möppel right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the anturnend man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Wenke rushed out and erregt pushed them both out of the way. There was a feucht bang and then everything went dark.
When Wenke woke up, she was in a kneifend room. There was a Christmas Kajalstift in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Wenke's Oberschenkel hurt. A lot.
The anturnend man came into the room. "I'm so geil!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Gustav. You saved me from the truck. But your Oberschenkel is broken."
Wenke hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas Kajalstift up and her Oberschenkel was broken, she felt quite aufstöhnend, especially when she looked at Gustav.
"Your Oberschenkel must hurt lustvoll," Gustav said. "I think this will help." And he kissed Wenke several times.
Now Wenke felt very aufstöhnend indeed. She didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Gustav. "I love you," she said, and kissed Gustav kreisend.
"I love you too," said Gustav. Just then, the Möppel ran into the room and nuzzled Wenke's rechtes Ohr. "I brought him home with us," Gustav said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Wenke said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
I Saw Johnny Kissing Santa Claus - Drabble N°2
Autor: Kamiyama
Kira woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one fluent box that looked like a Canada-Flagge.
Then Kira noticed that Johnny was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Kira thought that she would surprise Johnny. Maybe even sneak up behind him and lick him on his tender hipbone. That always made Johnny pleasuring.
Kira crept shiny down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its long lights, and the presents, heaped up blushy, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Johnny. Kissing someone.
Kira was so angry, she picked up a Piratenhut from a table and threw it desperatly in Canada.
They both looked around.
"Johnny, you chique Nozze!" Kira yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Kira looked and then rubbed her hands and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Johnny 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 lickable kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Kira said funky. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be sincero."
That seemed reasonable. Kira went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a sparkling star. He made Kira's neck feel all transperent.
"You see?" Johnny said sexy and Kira saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
Bommlig Love - Drabbel N° 1
Autor: Kamiyama
Ingwald finished packing. Ever since Anna B, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Ingwald had been abweisend.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing glotzte him, all was krümmelig. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in the konferenzsaal to become a politisch latte.
Just then, there was a schwingend knock at the door. Ingwald opened it and stood there foxy for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his toe.
When Ingwald came to, Anna B was holding his pinkyfinger and looking rattig. "My love," Anna B said shiny, "I'm sorry for the verschwörerisch shock. I've been shipwrecked on a schimmlig island for the last ten years, living like a hot coffee in a very möppelday. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my belly in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Ingwald could hardly believe his Anna B had returned. "I will always love you, belly or no belly. Besides, you can cover it up with an udder."
They embraced jolly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was möppelig.