mischiefgoddesscomplex:

you gUYS there’s this website that creates stories for you, based off of adjectives and nouns you give it, so I plugged in some words for a tasertricks story and this is what it spit out im dyin: 

Darcy was thinking about Loki again. Loki was a loud-mouthed trash prince with smoldering eyes and long fingers. Darcy walked over to the window and reflected on her shiny surroundings. She had always loved magical Asgard with its pleasant, perfect palace. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel outgoing. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a loud-mouthed figure of Loki . Darcy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a devoted, sarcastic, vodka drinker with big eyes and ample fingers. Her friends saw her as a sneezing, spluttering sunbeam. Once, she had even saved a hollow baby kitten that was stuck in a drain. But not even a devoted person who had once saved a hollow baby kitten that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Loki had in store today. The rain hammered like kissing snakes, making Darcy alarmed. Darcy grabbed a heavy taser that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Darcy stepped outside and Loki came closer, she could see the dizzy glint in his eye. Loki gazed with the affection of 195 hungry lazy lambs. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want sex.” Darcy looked back, even more alarmed and still fingering the heavy taser. “Loki, your ass is mine,” she replied. They looked at each other with excited feelings, like two flaky, fragile frogs dancing at a very wild wedding, which had hard rap music playing in the background and two envious uncles biting to the beat. Darcy regarded Loki’s smoldering eyes and long fingers. “I feel the same way!” revealed Darcy with a delighted grin. Loki looked enamored, his emotions blushing like a shaky, stupid snake.

Then Loki came inside for a nice shot of vodka.

THE END