Master of Creativity

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[master-of-creativity]

The notebook continued to back up to the door, pointing the eraser of his pencil at the clock as he does so. “Oh no, no fight for you. Even though it’d bring me great joy to stab you…” Note seemed a little more collected since he was able to pull off a rhyme, but the death grip he had on his pencil said otherwise.

"At least, not in the way you like, that I can confirm. No, we’ll fight on my terms.” And with that, Notebook swiftly left the room to go storm off to his sanctuary of creativity… Where he would begin his attack.

This was war, clock. This was war.

[ticktockalarmclock]

*When you walk away, you don’t hear me say, pleaaaasseee oh baby— I win again.*

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*You haven't won! The war hasn't started yet!*

[ticktockalarmclock]

Woops, looked as if Tony hit a nerve there. If only he wasn’t so pleased about that, yet here he stood.

Pleased as peaches.

"Looks as if I have you speaking orange. You’re taking a stance, are you looking for a challenge?" He looked down his nose at the aggravated man, still wearing a grin that would put the Cheshire himself to shame.

Hand off to the side, Anthony waved his wrist to summon his cane, then clicked it down before him to lean upon.

"so how are we planning on going about this? Fight until our bones grow tired, or battle to the death- till you expire." He spoke casually, he spoke sweetly, as if any threat Note seemed to possess… wasn’t threatening at all. He was but a child talking back to his mentor, and Tony was delighted to take a ruler to that unruly mouth.

[master-of-creativity]

The notebook continued to back up to the door, pointing the eraser of his pencil at the clock as he does so. "Oh no, no fight for you. Even though it'd bring me great joy to stab you..." Note seemed a little more collected since he was able to pull off a rhyme, but the death grip he had on his pencil said otherwise.

"At least, not in the way you like, that I can confirm. No, we'll fight on my terms." And with that, Notebook swiftly left the room to go storm off to his sanctuary of creativity... Where he would begin his attack.

This was war, clock. This was war.

[master-of-creativity]

When the clock took a hold of his wrist, the notebook visibly shivered with anger. How dare Tony insult him like this! And after he took so much effort to attempt being polite by rolling up his paint. Well, that was that. No more Mr. Nice Notebook.

Note grabbed Tony’s wrist in turn and firmly yanked the other man down to his level. His empty hand twitching with excitement, debating on pulling out his pencil to write a few wrongs on Tony’s face.

"Now see here… You over-sized queer. I was trying to be nice, but soon you’ll just have to pay the price! I’ll touch you as much as I desire! Of course, maybe now it will be with something much more dire."

The notebook gets right in Tony’s face, his free hand still itching to grab his pencil and lash out. His forehead presses against Tony’s yellow tipped bangs as he focuses him with the most intense of glares he could muster up. After all, it wasn’t often he could get Tony down to his level, so he might as well try his best to come off as intimidating.

“Now one last chance… Is there any reason I should “fix” your blog now, perchance?”

[ticktockalarmclock]

Tony stared at the shorter man in silence, or as silent as one with his condition could. It stretched on for as many seconds allowed, before Tony’s eyelids drooped, and a smug grin curled his lips.

"Heh." It began, slow, soft, amused, but then the clock’s laugh grew louder, before turning into an all out cackle of a noise. Oh how RICH. someone so short could never be threatening to Tony, poor Note, how you try, how you fail.

"Aaah, often do I forget how much you can make me laugh. I am often distracted with how much you bumble like a newborn calf… And then call it creativity." Anthony swatted Note off him once again, attempting to stand at his height, rather than bending for the small fry. 

You’re ruffling my suit.

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Notebook just froze at Tony's words. The laughter was bad enough after all. Imagine an alarm clock that could laugh, just a dreadful thought isn't it? That's what Tony's laughter was like. Dreadful. But those words...

How he insult Note's creativity! The notepad could almost forgive the stab at his height, but to insult his creativity was another thing entirely! And that was something that would simply not do.

Note allowed for Tony to recover to his full towering height, still frozen with seething rage for what the stupid clock had said to him. Tony was obviously looking for a fight today with such words. He had to have been. After all, Note hadn't ruined the blog. There was no reason for such language unless Tony was itching for a fight.

And if a fight was what Tony wanted... Then a fight he would get. But not in the way that he would expect.

"Fine... You want creativity, ? I'll give it to you then, ." The notebook's shaking hand grasps his pencil in his smock's pocket and brings it up to his own lips, licking the tip. A nervous habit when he was preparing for a major project, of course. "You'll see I'm not just a bumbling fool, . You'll eat your words, you stupid clock, ." The notebook takes a few steps back, looking to leave the annoying clock behind while he executed his little attack strategy. "Then you'll remember why creativity isn't bound by your rules of time, !"

The notebook did his best to try and keep calm and collected, he hated to give Tony the satisfaction of knowing he had royally upset him. However, there was a definite tell that he was upset. Notebook couldn't rhyme worth beans when he was absolutely furious with the clock, and his way of trying to gracefully disguise that was to end sentences with a word that didn't have a rhyme.

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[BONUS: Enjoy me playing with the hue slider while making tweaks to Notebook's little self portrait!]

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"I may hate drawing myself, but I'm a dashing li'l elf." The embodiment of creativity pauses for a moment. "Wait.. Did I just call myself an elf and small? I take it back, I take back it all!"

The notebook just groans and holds his head. "That dumb clock must be rubbing off one me... I can't believe I insulted myself so easily!"

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[master-of-creativity]

*Ah, look what time it is. Early in the morning! Time to wake up to the soothing sounds of an aggravatingly loud alarm clock noise.*

Ah, sleep. If one wasn’t going to be actively creating, then sleep was a splendid way to spend one’s time. After all, dreams could be incredibly inspiring! Notebook even kept a little pad of paper and pencil next to his bed in case his muse struck him in the night. Made it easy for jotting down ideas or sketches, or quickly stabbing said muse when he decided to alarm clock the artist awake.

Boy did he hate it when that darn clock did his morning duty. Especially since Tony’s schedule clashed with Notebook’s in just about every way.

At the annoying sound, the artist flailed about, trying to land a punch on the stupid clock’s face. “Go away! Can’t you see I’m still hitting the hay?” Tired of swinging at Tony, he flips over and burrows under his covers and hides his head under his pillow. Notebook was not a morning person when he did sleep. Which was not a common act. No, not a morning person at all.

[ticktockalarmclock]

That’s why Tony is smart, and kept himself by the door. Too many times in the past had he walked out of Note’s room catering to a bloody nose, no, this time he hung away, letting the noise shriek on.

"Get out of bed, sleepy head. The day awaits, whole hours ahead!” Tony carefully sauntered on over, grabbed the comforter at its roots, and yanked it off the bed.

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"Oh go away!" Notebook cried out, muffled from his pillow. "This bed is where I'll stay." Oh how he wished that illusion would have held out longer.

As soon as Tony ripped his covers from his bed, the notebook yiped and curled up further. Look at those quaint teal pajamas he wears! Sporting all sorts of confetti like shapes printed all over them. How adorably creative. He kept a death grip on his pillow, keeping it firmly pulled over his own head.

"No no no! The future can wait, that's why it's the future, you cannot make me go!"

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*Ah, look what time it is. Early in the morning! Time to wake up to the soothing sounds of an aggravatingly loud alarm clock noise.*

Ah, sleep. If one wasn’t going to be actively creating, then sleep was a splendid way to spend one’s time. After all, dreams could be incredibly inspiring! Notebook even kept a little pad of paper and pencil next to his bed in case his muse struck him in the night. Made it easy for jotting down ideas or sketches, or quickly stabbing said muse when he decided to alarm clock the artist awake.

Boy did he hate it when that darn clock did his morning duty. Especially since Tony’s schedule clashed with Notebook’s in just about every way.

At the annoying sound, the artist flailed about, trying to land a punch on the stupid clock’s face. “Go away! Can’t you see I’m still hitting the hay?” Tired of swinging at Tony, he flips over and burrows under his covers and hides his head under his pillow. Notebook was not a morning person when he did sleep. Which was not a common act. No, not a morning person at all.

[master-of-creativity]

2, 9, 10, 19, 50

2:Have you ever been deeply in love?

"Always! To my love I dedicate myself each and every day! Just like my hate, my love is always passionate!"

9:What’s the most important part of a relationship?

"To truly enchant ‘er… You must be willing to engage in playful banter~! To talk.. It’s much more important than walking the walk!"

10:Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

"Serious or a fling… To be honest, I’m up for just about anything! But knowing me, it’s bound to be filled with creativity."

19:How do you know it’s time to end a relationship?

"When the passion has fizzled… And my muse is nothing but something shriveled."

50:If you’re single, why do you think you are?

Sighs. “I don’t get out much… With the outside world, I’m afraid I’m a little out of touch. I’m so busy with my creativity, I haven’t had time to get out and have a look see. They need me here, so it doesn’t bother me at all. I’m not the sort to curl up and bawl. I’m busy, really! I’m busy! I have to show them how to be more artsy!”

[master-of-creativity]

"If I'm going to draw myself tonight, might as well do it right..."

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VALENTINE'S DAY | ASK SPECIAL

1: Do you have a crush at the moment?

2: Have you ever been deeply in love?

3: Longest relationship you've ever been in?

4: Have you ever changed for someone?

5: How is your relationship with your ex?

6: Have you ever been cheated on?

7: Have you ever cheated?

8: Would you date someone who's well known for cheating?

9: What's the most important part of a relationship?

10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"?

12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?

13: What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?

14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex?

15: Do you believe in the phrase "age is just a number"?

16: Do you believe in "love at first sight"?

17: Do you believe it's possible to fall in love on the internet?

18: What do you consider a deal breaker?

19: How do you know it's time to end a relationship?

20: Are you currently in a relationship?

21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?

22: Do you think people should date their friends?

23: How many relationships have you had?

24: Do you think love can last forever?

25: Do you believe love can conquer all things?

26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?

28: Do you think long distance relationships can work?

29: What do you notice first about another person?

30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual?

31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness?

32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?

33: Do you want to get married one day?

34: What do you think about getting your partner's name tattooed?

35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?

36: Are you still a virgin?

37: What's more important: Looks or personality?

38: Do you enjoy love films?

39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses?

40: Have you ever had a valentine?

41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"?

42: Have you ever read "Romeo & Juliet"?

43: What's more important: Your partner or your friends?

44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"?

45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends?

46: Have you ever been "friendzoned"?

47: Which "famous couple" is your favorite?

48: What's your favorite love song?

49: Have you ever broken someone's heart?

50: If you're single, why do you think you are?

51: Would you rather date someone who's rich but a douchebag or someone who's poor but a nice guy?

52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships?

53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single?

54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on facebook)?

55: Would you consider yourself "clingy", "overly attached" or "jealous"?

56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship?

57: Do you think it's silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart?

58: Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" part in a relationship?

59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner's birthday or your anniversary?

60: What's your opinion on open relationships?

61: Who's more important: Your partner or your family?

62: How do you define "cheating"?

63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate?

64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated?

65: Would you consider yourself a "cuddler"?

[ticktockalarmclock]

Oh please, it was just a small swat, barely strong enough to hurt a fly you dainty little prig. 

He took the thumps to the chest, rather impressed his roommate took the time to pull up his sleeves. What a gentleman. Tony actually had half a mind to drop this silly squabble all together because of it, as apparently it didn’t take much to settle his nerves.

However, there was the matter of Pride, and what a vile sin it was.

Tony took a hold of that prodding finger, tightening his grip on Note’s wrist, “I’ll tell you this nicely, and only once. Do not touch me, you ignorant dunce.”

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When the clock took a hold of his wrist, the notebook visibly shivered with anger. How dare Tony insult him like this! And after he took so much effort to attempt being polite by rolling up his paint. Well, that was that. No more Mr. Nice Notebook.

Note grabbed Tony's wrist in turn and firmly yanked the other man down to his level. His empty hand twitching with excitement, debating on pulling out his pencil to write a few wrongs on Tony's face.

"Now see here... You over-sized queer. I was trying to be nice, but soon you'll just have to pay the price! I'll touch you as much as I desire! Of course, maybe now it will be with something much more dire."

The notebook gets right in Tony's face, his free hand still itching to grab his pencil and lash out. His forehead presses against Tony's yellow tipped bangs as he focuses him with the most intense of glares he could muster up. After all, it wasn't often he could get Tony down to his level, so he might as well try his best to come off as intimidating.

"Now one last chance... Is there any reason I should "fix" your blog now, perchance?"

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"I never liked self portraits..."

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"What you asked for was drab." The notebook rolls his eyes as he takes a step back from the towering clock. "So I gave you something a little more fab!"

Grinning a bit, the notepad makes jazz hands, his inky black hands dripping all the while. “Your page was so dull, so black and white! It needed some color, something to make it bright!” Jazz hands were obviously the best hand motions for such talk.

Pausing a moment, the artist scowls and takes a step forward again, thrusting his dripping finger into the other’s face. “If you want me to change it, then give me a good reason! To destroy such art would be an act of treason!”

[ticktockalarmclock]

Tony watched the hands jive, thoughtlessly rocking a bit on his heels to follow the motion.

"I’m the rock that keeps your grounded, if you could live a life without me, I’d be astounded." Tony leaned back a tad as the other shoved his finger into the clock’s face. Eyes crossed and wearing a frown, he snapped at the offending digit, clicking his teeth, but not actually biting, "I suppose technically I don’t NEED you help, and in the long run I never will. I just thought I’d get some use out of you, and now I’ve had my fill."

Daintily tugging a glove off, the clock swatted the finger away from himself.

"Pointing is rude, how very crude."

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"You're just a figment of my imagination! I have no need for you and your occupation. You merely get in my way, distracting me from art with all that you say." The notebook gasps, insulted that Tony would dare smack his hand away.

Frowning, the smaller man took his own hand in his grasp and pushed up his paint up his arm as if it was a sleeve. A few stray trickles of paint made their way down the revealed white skin, but they soon dripped off before they could reach his hand again. Using his now clean hand (as he was not in the mood to deal with even more of Tony's temper) he poked the other on the chest.

"I'll point all I want! And you won't tell me what to do, no you shan't. If you want me to change your page then try asking nicely. Surely you have some time for sparing me a pleasantry!" Although he was stretching a little with his last rhyme, the notebook was never known to keep it going quite perfectly. You can't let a thing like a rhyme hold you back when you have to work creatively!

[ticktockalarmclock]

"An artistic touch? I asked you for a little, not that much!" Tony snapped in return, going so far as to use the other man’s rhyme. 

"Teaches me to come to you, it looks as if I didn’t think that through." He tsked, looking down his nose at the notebook as if he was the superior one here, which he was. At least HE actually got things done, unlike the notebook, who sat around painting pictures. sure they were cute, but what use were they?

They didn’t have any use.

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"What you asked for was drab." The notebook rolls his eyes as he takes a step back from the towering clock. "So I gave you something a little more fab!"

Grinning a bit, the notepad makes jazz hands, his inky black hands dripping all the while. "Your page was so dull, so black and white! It needed some color, something to make it bright!" Jazz hands were obviously the best hand motions for such talk.

Pausing a moment, the artist scowls and takes a step forward again, thrusting his dripping finger into the other's face. "If you want me to change it, then give me a good reason! To destroy such art would be an act of treason!"

[master-of-creativity]

It was bad enough to have a roommate that constantly ticked away the seconds, reminding you of just how long the creative process sometimes took. It was frustrating, really. Time was a frustrating thing.

The living embodiment of it was the most annoying thing in existence.

All the notebook ever wanted was to have a little fun at the other’s expense. Really. Was that so much to ask? Apparently so, because Tony just wouldn’t stop singing. Or ticking. Ticking combined with singing was one of the worst things the clock had ever done.

However, if this song involved an alarm clock solo, the notebook might just find himself at the snapping point.

The point of snapping the clock, that is.

"I can’t concentrate! With your incessant singing, I’ll never finish this project at this rate!"

[ticktockalarmclock]

Tony broke off at a particularly painful cord at the notebooks whining.

"I believe there is a word for this, ah yes, it’s called Karma. You whine and complain, but I answer with pro forma. If you want to remedy this issue might I suggest, that you fix what you’ve broken and do your best." Anthony sauntered on over to his disgruntled master of something-or-other, and loomed over Notebook’s shorter physique. 

"I chose to trust you, and you stabbed me in the heart. A step towards friendship mercilessly ripped a part." A bit dramatic, Tony knew he was hamming it up. Though he was rather disgruntled by his visage being mucked over, physically or otherwise.

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The notebook stared up at the clock sourly, he couldn't stand that righteous attitude that Tony possessed. Nor could he really stand the stature of the ticking roommate, it actually gave him an imposing nature. After all, he could loom about, ticking.. ticking...

"Isn't that just a tad much? I only gave your page an artistic touch!" Which was true. Everything is a little better with a bit of glitter, paint, and color. Even if one must start with something as pesky of a canvas as a stodgy old clock.

[ticktockalarmclock]

Tony progressively sings louder, and louder, until those he lives with either go deaf, or notebook fixes his damn blog.

One or the other is bound to give up, and Tony is well versed in singing for long periods.

[master-of-creativity]

It was bad enough to have a roommate that constantly ticked away the seconds, reminding you of just how long the creative process sometimes took. It was frustrating, really. Time was a frustrating thing.

The living embodiment of it was the most annoying thing in existence.

All the notebook ever wanted was to have a little fun at the other's expense. Really. Was that so much to ask? Apparently so, because Tony just wouldn't stop singing. Or ticking. Ticking combined with singing was one of the worst things the clock had ever done.

However, if this song involved an alarm clock solo, the notebook might just find himself at the snapping point.

The point of snapping the clock, that is.

"I can't concentrate! With your incessant singing, I'll never finish this project at this rate!"