The Indecisive Garrulous Sadist of Angst!

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Torture my character sentence meme

[sexysilverstrider]

Make them cry

“I never loved you.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead!”

“It’s all your fault!”

“Who could ever love you…?”

“You’re so stupid. So weak.”

“Just go away. I don’t want you here.”

Blackmail them

“Who would’ve thought a sweet thing like you would have such a secret?”

“I’ll tell everyone. Scream so loud the country will hear.”

“I have a friend with a radio station, you know. Broadcast it all over the city.”

“If you want this back, you’ll do whatever I say!”

“Be a good little slave, you don’t want your secret out, do you?”

“I know everything. I can ruin you.”

“Beg me, and I might consider keeping my mouth shut.”

Interrogate them

“Sing, birdie.”

“I know exactly how to make you talk.”

“You know some fascinating things, don’t you?”

“I’ll use your greatest weaknesses against you, and you know I know them all.”

“I have means of extracting information from you.”

“I might play with you a little longer after you’ve talked. You’re too cute.”

“You’re tough. But I’ll break you.”

Yell at them

“You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!”

“You’re absolutely useless, aren’t you?!”

“What the fuck have you done this time!”

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

“You’re not human! You’re a monster!”

“You’re a disgusting little rat!”

“You’ve fucked up for the last time!”

Physically hurt them

“What, can’t take a punch?”

“I’ll kill you!”

“It’s only a scratch, asshole!”

“Don’t move, or I’ll shoot you!”

“I’ll slit your damn throat!”

“Kiss my shoes or I’ll stomp your head in half.”

“I didn’t mean to draw blood, but oh well.”

“That’s going to bruise.”

Torture them… gently

“You want some of this cake? C’moooon, beg for it!”

“Guess what? SURPRISE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!”

“Tickle-tickle-tickle! Kitchy kitchy koo!”

“Whaaaat? Is this yours? You can’t have it back, it’s mine now!”

“I’ll stop singing when hell freezes over!”

“Get in the locker, shorty!”

“Annoying? Me? Annoying?”

[mothic-writer]

Title: 000. O M E L E T T E Word Count: 958 Characters: Equinox -Knox- Dullahan | Solstice “Leo” Baldrinths | Cyan Campbell Series: Courses of Colores Link: Pandemoniu...

by Prismatic-Memories

Title: 000. O M E L E T T E Word Count: 958 Characters: Equinox -Knox- Dullahan  |  Solstice “Leo” Baldrinths  | Cyan Campbell Series: Courses of Colores Quote: “And what is goddamn cooking?” Comments:   It’s been over six months since I last wrote something. Lots of things happened, and some things are still happening but hey. I wrote a thing. I ain't dead, and hopefully I can finally show you guys somethin' real special.

[sleeping-emporeress]

In which Hikari and Andrex are paired up in their first KeChaios Game.

by Prismatic-Memories

[mothic-writer]

In which Blue takes teases Green in the summer heat..-- Fluffy ahead.

by Prismatic-Memories

[mothic-writer]

Mothic's Essential Quirks #1

<Speaking inside mind/inner thoughts.>

“Talking with voice/vocalizing.”

[“Speaking through objects.”]

“^Speaking with accent/with silly voice^”

{Signing through gestures/codes.}

‘(Air) quoting (to) someone.’

[Narrator informing the readers.]

(Muttering/Talking to oneself.)

[mothic-writer]

The Chain of Character Status

Protagonist - The centric character that has it’s story revolve around them. Or the character who’s experiencing the event along with the readers. This character can share it’s centric rights with two more. The protagonist does not mean they are the hero fighting for the light, or the one the readers should be rooting for. They are simply the character who the story begins with, and follows. For long series, the protagonist can be temporarily demoted during someone’s sub story. Being the protagonist does not grant immunity, the story can end without them on the living plane.

Main - These characters are frequently around the protagonist, or involved with the protagonist somehow. If not, they are seen very often, practically every chapter. Though not always the case. The Main Cast/Characters have rights to their gain a sub story, and will go through character developments.

Main Side - These characters are often seen around the main cast, or/and protagonist. They appear every now and then, or their actions--even if not always seen--effects the story of the main characters. They are granted character development, but not full stories. There will be moments and chapters given to them, but not purely focused on. These characters have roles in the casts’ life to effect their stories and development, or help assist the plot move forward. Or can yank it backwards.

Side - These characters are often seen around the characters with more screen time. They are mentioned or/and appear every other now and then. Their actions can often trigger events or give a push to characters’ side stories. They often have roles to the main’s stories, and are given character growth normally off-screen.

Support - These characters often solely exist to help along a character’s story or the overall plot. They are static characters who might already gone through character development, or has yet to receive it, and will not be granted said growth during the series’ runtime. These characters can assist the characters or situations, though not in an impactful notion. By the off change they play a major role, these characters are placed in this category due to the very little screen time and attention that is given during the series.

Minor - These characters simple exist because they do. They provide nothing to the overall plot, or effect the character’s stories whatsoever.

Guest Star - These characters are mains to another series, and appear during a foreign one for the jack of it, or to help advance a character’s growth, or the plot’s situation. Guest Star characters can also be Crossovered characters from a different universe settings, converted to fit the settings they appear in. They can be given major roles, or minor. May have meaning for their appearance, or are simply there as fan service.

Character of the Day - These characters are seen only once, twice or thrice and never again mentioned, or remembered. These characters were created to fill out the filter chapters. At times they play a major role to a character’s development, but nothing more. This title is flexible, as side, support, and minor characters can gain their own CotD chapter. CotD’s do not gain Protagonist rights however. Depending on how well liked, CotD’s can be promoted to a higher status, or gain a side spin-off series of Diminutive.

　

Antagonist - The centric character that steadies the story’s ongoingness. Often they are treated as a Side character, or often they have equal screen time as the Protagonist. This character is the reason for the Protagonist’s journey, or becomes an obstacle to the protagonist’s journey. This title is also not bound to one being, as there can be multiples, or replacements. The antagonist is not always the evildoer, but does oppose as a threat or challenge to the Protagonist in one way or the other.

King/Boss - These characters have the same rights as the Main Cast. They mazes and courses all of themselves. At times they are the opposing force for the Main Cast, and not protagonist, or plays the role for Antagonist, but is taken out early on.

Knights/Electives - They are the side obstacles at times under the control of the Boss, or on their own. Posing a side threat to the Main Cast. They have the same rights as a Side Cast. They can appear for some time, and be forgotten until a comeback is made. At times, in Protracted series, they can be momentarily paralyze, and pose a bigger threat in the series’ sequel or in another series altogether.

Pawns/Grunts - They pose as stepping stones for the characters and overall story’s progress. They have the same rights as Supporter and Minor. At times, these characters can get promoted to a higher status on their chain, or convert to the protagonist’s section ((not side)) of the chain. A character from the protagonist’s section can also convert into this chain of titles.

Baddie of the Day - Thee exact same as Character of the Day, just acting as a tiny antagonist to the CotD and the Main Cast. At times, these characters might have even less acknowledgement than a BotD.

[mothic-writer]

How She Writes

Perspective Style - This writing style is used when the written work is being told in the current centric character’s mindset and mannerism. The centric character’s thought process is exaggerated and their speech mannerisms overtakes the entire work. A line break can often notify the reader a change in a mindset, or simply jumping to the next scene.

Viewpoint Style - This writing style is used when the written work is being directly told through the centric character’s point of view. Nicknamed “Wall-breaking” as the centric character can often talk to the readers and acknowledge they are fictional.

Narrative Style - This writing style is used when the artist, Mothic, is the one telling the story through her own mindset and mannerism. There will be sarcasm, and wall-breaking comments and of course long unnecessary sentences due to her garrulous habits.

Succinctly Style - Nicknamed straightforward, as the writing style focuses mainly on the dialogue. Cuts around the details, and uses short brief sentences to get the jokes.

Garrulous Style - Nicknamed descriptive, as the writing style tends to linger around the details, and explain the characters or situations mood setting before giving the dialogue.

[mothic-writer]

What She Writes

Protracted Series - For works listed as such, it means the series will take possibly between three to five years to be fully completed. Or, quite possibly take two years minimum. The work will have filler chapters, and the general plot will steadily come to light, as sub stories of the characters or situations are played out first. These series will most likely have Character of The Day, to fill out the space between filler and plot.

Habitual Series - For works listed as such, it means the series will not be filtered up with side stories. Only focusing on the plot and any sub stories that assists the overall plot. The series will revolve around the main cast characters and few will have developmental stories throughout the series. These works often takes a year or two to complete it’s course.

Diminutive Series - For works listed as such, it means the series will have a balance of fast steady paced throughout the series. Normally a general plot is not presented, if so, it is simple. Most diminutive series are often of the Romance genre or it’s series is broken up into parts to avoid it becoming prolonged unnecessarily. These series often take six months to a year to complete it’s course.

Binary Shots - Works listed as such is often Fanfictional. These works are lengthy short stories that takes two separate parts to be completed as a whole story. These works are most of the time, serious and relating to canonical. It not, and made of the spur, it is still to be taken earnestly. Often between 6’500 to 14’000 words.

One Hit - Works listed as such is often Fanfictional. These works are lengthy short stories for entertainment purposes. Sometimes relating to canonical, or just for the jack of it. Often between 1’500 to 5’000 words.

Scribble Skit - Works listed as such is often not to be taken seriously whatsoever. If it happens to be relating to canonical themes, then these works are short drabbles that doesn’t fit within the series, or would fall out of the series’ genre. Or simple just too unnecessary to add into said series. These works are often just for the humor, or to crack. Often between 200 to 700.

Extras/BTS/Deleted Occurrences - Works listed as such are directly apart of a canonical series. However, the chapter was either too long to have this added, or the scene was not smoothly edited into the chapters. BTS, Behind The Scenes, are commentary-ed -rewrites of past or current works.

[mothic-writer]

by Prismatic-Memories

Title: 003. Lethal Limits Series: Pokémon Special Relationships: Friendly JohtoShipping (Gold, Silver, Crystal.) Rated: AA Anyone Aware Season/Timeline: After HGSS I guess. Quote: “You can’t find Silver and Gold?” Genre: Humor? Characters: Crystal Hoshiriko | Gold Hanamura | Silver Knightwalker Word Count: 1’220

[mothic-writer]

In which Silver and Kotone kiss.

by Prismatic-Memories

Title: 13. “Kiss Me.” Series: Games of Pokémon; Johto Relationships: Soul Silver (HGSS!Rival x Kotone) Rated: AA Anyone Aware Season/Timeline: AU - Couple months after the whole Johto business, but before Kanto? Quote: “Just start with explaining what Echo meant by you wanting to pork me.” Genre: Humor hopefully? Characters: Moriyashi/Rishiyamo “Silver” Rivels | Hibana “Lyra” Kotone | Suzushima “Ethan” Hibiki(Mentioned) Word Count: 2’161

[mothic-writer]

Hello I narrowed them down //casually going to spam you with prompts for spitefulship because _goddamnit_ I ship it so hard //shot please please please do 23 "Just once." omg

“So?”

“… No.”

“Wh–come on!”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Just…no.”

“Shagh, please?”

“Teh, no.”

“Just once.”

“Just no.”

“Come on!”

“No!”

“Why not!”

“Because I said no!”

“A valid reason!”

“You give me a valid reason to why I should!”

“Because it’ll feel great! Just touch it!”

“Nyo! I’m won‘t!”

“Sho, there’s nothing to be afraid of!”

“I’m not scared!”

“Then touch me!”

“No!”

“I’ll touch you?”

“Fuck no!”

At this point, it would be just plain awkward to announce himself. He didn’t mean to fall asleep in the study, it just happened. He didn’t mean to hide himself behind bookshelves during his research, he just focuses more when isolated like that. He didn’t mean to listen in on the two, it just took awhile to wake his brain up. And once it had, their conversation reached a point where it would be just plain awkward to announce himself.

But Cory really didn’t like where this was going, and that type of situation would be even more mortifying for all party members involved, than it would be to announce himself right now. Unfortunately, Cory wasn’t the type of person who can make himself known, he spent years practicing the exact opposite. So it looks like he was stuck listening to his older brother Techny, and his mortal enemy Shira engage it what really sounds like hate sex.

While Cory was completely confident in his brother’s class. If Shira can break through Silver hard enough to have him screw her on the office desk. There pretty much wasn’t anything stopping her from convincing Techny to screw her against the bookshelves.

“Wow don’t you guys sound suspicious.” A new, amused, and beautifully familiar voice suddenly appeared. It was Citinea. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t stain my books.”

“Th–that’s not what this was about!” Techny shouted, sounding a bit horrified. Huh, maybe he had been wrong about his attraction to the Skiddo?

Cory heard Shira squeak at some point, so he wasn’t surprised by her lack of response to Citinea’s suggestion. The ground type flinched when he heard Citinea shuffle to where he was. “And with a live audience, too.” She chuckled, poking her head from a bookshelf to see Cory curled up in ball.

The twin tails had dragged Cory over to the other two, fully dressed thankfully. Techny pressed two fingers to his forehead, his version of a face palm, once Cory joined the two. Shira’s light pink dusting seemed to have darkened at the knowledge of the ground type being there for the whole conversation.

“Wh–how much did you hear…?” Shira asked, shuffling her feet. Most likely to shake off the numbness.

Cory pushed his glasses closer to his face, looking down with a heavy blush. “Um… n-not enough to uh, understand what’s going on.”

“So you two thought someone was going to get laid today?” The irritation in Techny’s voice was clearly directed towards Citinea. Who by the by was standing there smugly, obviously enjoying the discomfort of everyone in this room.

“That is–!” Cory was mildly surprised that the grass type didn’t understand Citinea’s suggestion. She cut her yelp short, now understanding what the two bystanders were thinking their conversation was about. All Cory could do was sheepishly shrug.

“Well would you look at that, I still have someone to corrupt.” Citinea chuckled to herself.

Shira regained her abilities to speak and shook her head rapidly. Probably shaking away all the mental images that most definitely went through City’s. “I just wanted him to touch my horns!”

Techny pressed his fingers deeper. Citinea smothered down her grin. “You’re not making it better.” She said, much to Shira’s horror.

Yeah, all Cory wanted at this point was to get the heck out of this room.

“No! Oh my–shaa!” Clearly embarrassed, Shira pressed her hands against her warming cheeks.

Techny sighed out, twisting his neck a bit. “She wanted to try her empathic abilities.”

Oh.

Well that, was a lot better. Cory held in his sigh of relief, because there was something else off with this.

Citinea clearly thought the same. “What… the hell was she going to touch, then?”

At that, Techny’s head screw twirled as the Magnemite went rigid. Both of them understood immediately. While Cory felt sorry for the both of them, as having them touch each other like that would end disastrously. Citinea busted out laughing, because in all honesty. It would be rather humorous to see the two of freak out at their zero compatibility.

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Title: 23. “Just once”Series: Shadow Operatives of Chaotic TwinkleRelationships: Spiteful Ship (Techny x Shira)Rated: AA (Anyone Aware)Season/Timeline: At some point in time because this is totally canon//shotQuote: “Wow don’t you guys sound suspicious.”Genre: Three Company’s Humor?Characters: Techny Berium | Hanaki Shira | Citinea Liliacease | Cory BelliumWord Count: 750

[mothic-writer]

//sLAMS DESK SHIZAYA 27 28//SHOT

“I’m pregnant.” Flat was the tone.

“Pregnant.” Clear confirmation from another’s voice.

“Pregnant.” Stressed out the flat tone.

“Pregnant.” A bit chipper was the reply.

“Pregnant?” Stoic flatness was lost, but Orihara Izaya refused to acknowledge his voice just freaking squeaked. This joke got old ten seconds ago. Something his only friend Shinra would’ve picked up by now. Which made the informant consider the crazy doc might actually be…… serious.

No no, that couldn’t be. Because last time he freaking check the human male body can’t get impregnated. No matter the monstrosity that could be responsible. Well, even if he considered himself above the homosapien species, the great informant still fucking understand common fucking sense. “Pregnant?!”

Shinra was getting annoyed, his scowl showed that. “Yes! Gosh, why is that so hard to understand?”

“Are you kidding me? You’re the doctor! The science doesn’t match!” Izaya seethed, this just wasn’t possible. And he was in no mood to let a stupid joke run this far.

Shinra crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “I’m married to an urban legend.”

Right, because if headless women exists, why the hell can’t pregnant men? The informant glared, he knew damn why. Unlike the fairy from a book, he was human. And he was male. Logic still fucking applied to him! “Shinra! Those aren’t the same things.”

“Why not?” The underground surgeon now looked amused. “Shizuo’s strength breaks several law of physics, why not his sperm?”

Whatever retort the informant could have shot back at him was completely lost in the back of his mind. Many questions erupted in Izaya’s head, and only one stood out the most. ‘How the hell did Shinra know?’

The smirk Shinra had made it clear he wasn’t about to reveal his sources. Izaya groaned.

So.

Looks like the only thing wrong with him, was that he is pregnant.

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Title: 27. “I’m pregnant.”Series: Durarara!!Relationships: ShizayaRated: idk?Season/Timeline: LOLQuote: “I’m married to an urban legend.” Genre: idk?Characters: Orihara Izaya | Kishitani Shinra Word Count: 311

Because really, what was I suppose V do with this prompt and ship?//shot

[mothic-writer]

26 26 26 /o/ “I got you a present.” god know what can it be though, it could be something dumb (plase no) //shot

To say ‘Citinea ships it’ was an understatement. There would be days where Citinea took sides, his or hers. There would be days where Citinea couldn’t care less and treated them like children. And then there were days like this, where the term ‘shipping it’ is the only thing that can get close to describing her behavior.

“Here.” The blonde twin tails suddenly appeared from behind the grass type brunette. The tiny lasses’ stealth of course made the tall brunette jump and become rooted in place. Damn her paralyzing spine. “I got you a present.” Citinea said, coming into eyesight of Shira’s.

The numbness was quickly dispelled. Shira shoved back her remark on the girl’s height, because oh my Arceus, she got me a present! “You did?” Shira politely asked, making sure the blonde was okay with going through this much trouble.

Citinea nodded and lifted up the box for the freakishly tall Skiddo. It was small, and faked wrapped with an orange bow on the top. “I want you to use it immediately.”

Ah so, fake wrapping meant casual gifts. Noted. Excitedly, Shira carefully opened the lid.

To say ‘Shira was confused’ was an understatement.

She was downright lost.

Why in Ho-Oh’s name was there a giant magnet in the box? And just how was she suppose to ‘use’ this?

Careful to not show any rudeness with her confusion. Shira looked back at the blonde who seemed to be very proud of herself. “Um, th-thank you…!” For once, the Skiddo was glad the blonde understood her lack of enthusiasm when getting gifts was jus a personally quirk.

Cutely, in Shira’s point of view, Citinea nodded a bit childishly and trotted off to wherever it was she came from. It was only when the poison type was out of sight did the brunette remember she has no idea what the magnet is suppose to mean. Or how she’s even suppose to start ‘use’-ing it.

She looked down at it again, she recalled seeing Techny have several magnets on his chains. Maybe he those were gifts from Citinea too? Did they boost up power or something? Maybe of an electrical type move? But then, why doesn’t Nika have one? Or maybe she just lost it somewhere. Well, might as well head to the training field and try it out.

“W-what…” Shira, for the second time that day, ws startled by a sudden voice. She didn’t recognize this one act first, it was weak and croak and obviously male.

She whipped around to see her mortal enemy, Techny the Magnemite. She wanted to huff at him, but the confused dazed look made her mildly concern. “Uhh… what?”

He notices his gaze wasn’t at her, but a bit lower. She followed where she thought he was staring at… the magnet? Better be, otherwise it’s her chest and that just won’t do. Techny opened his mouth for a moment but then closed it. This is where she noticed the screw on his head was turning.

Wait what the heck?

The screw on his head was turning?

Shira jolted, realizing the screw on his head was turning!

“Wh-what the?!”

Techny uncharacteristically flinched and shuffled in place. “Wheredidyougetthat?” He choked out, squirming in place.

Shira didn’t answer him, too startled by what she was seeing. Besides, whatever he forced out was barely coherent. “Huh?” She dumbly huffed a moment later.

Out of no where, the lad’s knees buckled, making him land roughly on his calves. Shira only took a step back, still much to startled to react properly.

And that’s when it happened.

His screw forced the steel type to jerk his head forward and press his forehead against the magnet.

Oh.

To say ‘Citinea ships it’ was an understatement. The founder of Shadow Operatives was actively trying to hook up her two best friends, despite the envy driven hatred they held for each other. And on days like this, where she made them interact. It was always embarrassing for one of the spiteful beings. It seems to be Techny’s turn today.

“Ahahah!” Shira burst out laughing, realizing the hacker had to sudden drop everything because his metallic senses drove him towards the magnet against his stubborn will.

“Sssssshhut up!” He yelled, fisting his hands to try and keep the warmth away from his cheeks.

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Title: Got You A (26.)Series: Shadow Operatives of Chaotic TwinkleRelationships: Spiteful Shipping (Techny x Shira)Rated: AA Season/Timeline: You think I’d know LOLQuote: “Citinea ships it”Genre: IdkCharacters: Beiroum Techny | Hanaki Shira | Arsomething CitineaWord Count: 719

[mothic-writer]

"The paint’s supposed to go where?" (19.)

He was positive. Yes, not a single doubt in his mind left. He hated arts and craft. Why? Because it seemed to play as his girlfriend’s special weapon in tormenting him. First, there was the doll she made for a project back in middle school. Said doll was a creepier looking Kaiser doll. Then, there was the ’model’ incident in high school. She failed to mention she needed his anatomy, therefore clothes had to be off. And now? In college, she had to paint a scenery on an unusual canvas.

And that said canvas was something only he can provide;

Ichijouji Ken cleared his throat. Hoping with every fiber of his being that he heard Inoue Miyako wrong. “The paint’s supposed to go where?” He squeaked.

Considering it was his stomach and all.

“I’m standing right in front of you, I know you heard me.” Miyako made a face that was half a pout and half annoyed.

When she stepped forward, Ken flinched a step back. Not only was the idea of having his older girlfriend paint on his stomach completely embarrassing. But he would have to show her class what she drew and he just wasn’t that confident in his body. “W-why me? I mean, I’m sure Daisuke would be happy to let you use him as a living canvas, hehh..”

Miyako worsened her pout, converting her fake annoyance into fake disappointment. One of the many stupid flaws Ken has was not saying no to others in fear of hurting their feelings. “You’re the only guy I know with a twink’s body.” She said, folding her arms.

Ken shook his head, an instinctive tick he normally did when he didn’t understand something. “A.. twink?”

“Yup!” Miyako hoped closer, using the boy’s dumbfounded moment to close some of the distance. “Completely smooth without chest hair, flab, and abs.” She nodded proudly, but Ken wasn’t sure if it was due to her knowledge on the subject, or at the fact that apparently he was a twink. He hoped for the latter.

Ken shifted, unable to keep up his resistance for long. “Um… does it have to be my stomach…?”

Judging by the pursed of her lips, painting on his stomach was not her first choice. “Yeah, it does.”

The blood that pooled over his nose started to go up a couple degrees in warmth. “Really?” He semi squeaked. “N-not my back?” It would be a lot easier for the one of Kindness to not face any eyes as he stood shirtless I front of his girlfriend and her class.

Miyako shrugged up her arms with her palms up and gave him a half pitiful look. “Sorry, but someone went off and illegally got himself a tattoo.”

Oh. Right.

Damn.

And that’s how Ichijouji Ken found himself in this situation. Laying flat on his back on the floor of his girlfriend’s room. Shirtless, and swallowing down a thick lump of nerves. He was biting his bottom lip to help him remain still as Miyako dipped her brushed into her cup of paint. When she lightly grazed above his navel, his stomach jerked inwardly.

She sighed without any real emotion behind it. “You need to hold still.”

“Sorry-” Ken smothered down a whimper. He tried his best to remain unmoving but every time she let the brush slide, or dipped it a bit deep. He couldn’t help but squirm and instinctively flinch away. “A--sorry.”

Miyako pouted, pushing her glasses back up as she glanced over to Ken. “It’s hard to paint if the canvas keeps moving.”

“S-sahh--sorry! I’m try -ah- ing…!” The erupting jolt that vibrated the young man’s body got the lassie’s attention. She’s seen that spasm before, heck she’s done that spasm before. Judging by the way Ken was squeezing his eyes and quivering his lips. Miyako was confident not even Ken knew why his body reacted the way it just did.

Ah well, Art was an elective anyways. She had high grades in everything else, one fail project wouldn’t hurt. Miyako smirked at her boyfriend when he opened his eyes to see why she stopped. “Maybe it’s easier if I painted your chest only?” She said, mostly to herself. Her eyelids came half way close, alerting the young lad his girlfriend just entered teasing mode.

Ken wasn’t fond of that idea, he would definitely have to be shirtless in front of her class then. But she was probably right, his ribcage would provide protection from the caressing. He was too focus on staying still to properly understand the change in atmosphere.

Miyako shifted herself so that she was laying on Ken’s stomach, her face a lot more closer to Ken’s. He gulped nervously, way more self conscious than he was a second ago. She dipped the brush in green paint and decided to draw the symbol of Purity on the right side of Ken’s chest. He stayed still for the teardrop part, but inwardly jerked when Miyako changed to a smaller brush for the inner circles. She sighed, masking her amusement. “Ken, come on.”

The one of Kindness blushed a bit, feeling like a child being scolded. “I--but -ah- paint’s cold..!”

Miyako hummed, agreeing with him. Didn’t stop her from continuing though. She dipped the small brush again, deciding to make a vine this time. Ken lifted his head to try and see the expression his girlfriend was wearing. Hopefully she wasn’t getting that annoyed with him.

Miyako slowly moved the brush over from the center of his chest to the left. Ken’s breath hitched but he focused on remaining still. The expression his girlfriend wore made him blink once. Her lips were pursed and her eyes was a bit hazed. Well that can’t be right. He opened his mouth to call out to her.

Casually, the lavender haired lassie let her brush slip off his chest and downwards to his sides.

“M-miya- aha- kohn!” Ken arched his back a bit and squeezed his eyes shut. Miyako couldn’t hide her smirk anymore.

Oh yeah. Ken was definitely ticklish.

“Oh sorry, did that… tickle?” Ken heard her tone, understanding an answer wasn’t needed from him because she already knew it. Even so, he still nodded slightly and lifted his head again to meet her devious gaze.

Oh yeah. He was definitely screwed.

Miyako tossed away her brush, making relief flood in her boyfriend’s eyes. She almost felt bad, almost. “You have the best timing, then.” She said, shifting her position so that she wasn’t laying on him anymore. But still had him lied down.

The way her voice didn’t let up in it’s wily tone froze the boy with wide eyes. What did she mean by that? Nervously, he watched her hand reach other to the paint. “W-what are you doing?”

“Oh I was just thinking…” Miyako dipped her fingers in the jar of paint, struggling to keep her grin under control. It was at this moment that it occurred to Ken that he really should’ve scrambled away from her the moment she shifted. “It’s about time I learn how to finger paint, don’t you think?”

“No! Miya-heahaha!” Ken’s entire body jerked forward, a leg coming up in the spasm and kicked back down. Miyako’s fingers were playfully attacking the genius’ sides which made him try and turn on them. “Snirk-! Sta- stah--stah stop! Ahaha! No no, Miyakohohoaha!”

Seeing Ken try and wiggle his way free, half-heartedly turning back and forth to his sides to stop the sensations. Childishly chuckling against his will, Miyako burst out into her own giggling fit. “Oh come on, Ken! You’re ruining my masterpiece~!” Miyako feigned angry, trying to seem upset with him through her grinning giggles.

Even though Ken is totally aware she’s playing around by now, he still can’t help but feel a little shameful at his failure in staying still. “B-but you- hohoha! You’re not making it easy for me- hehaha!”

Miyako’s cheeks started to ache from her giant grin. Ken was completely helpless, he didn’t want to accidentally injure his attack so he resisted flipping their positions. Over his own forced and totally girly chuckles, he could hear a giggling Miyako. That acted as another reason for giving up and riding this out. Actually, it acted as the only reason.

Curiously, the One of Pride made a straight line starting from the twink’s collarbone, and down to the top of his navel. She was not disappointed with the reaction she got from him. Ken squeaked, squirmed, kicked and snorted. Seeing his head rolled back and his back a bit arched, Miyako finally decided to let the boy regain control over himself.

Of course, after one jab near the boy’s armpits. Ken guffawed and locked his arms together, curling up on himself instinctively. He sudden movement made the lass lose her balance and she collapsed awkwardly on top of the genius.

She slide down to the floor, laying on her side, face close to Ken’s. They stayed there until their breathing returned to a decent level. Once Ken’s after math nervous snigger died, he opened his eyes. He wasn’t embarrassed by how close Miyako was to him, he actually found it comforting. Her smile held obvious grinning laces, while only made him sigh out contently.

In the end, he wouldn’t have to stripe for her class. That was a win, right?

“You’re cute.” Miyako said, poking his nose with a finger that still had some paint.

Ken scrunched at the twinge of annoyance the sticky paint left. He much rather focus on the sensation than at her comment though. His violet eyes darted from his nose, to Miyako’s orange ones. A confident smirk snuck it’s way to the genius’ face right before he nuzzle his green nose against her own.

“Wha-Hey!” “Hehha…”

Ken’s soft chuckle was much more genuine and was laced with gentleness. She could kiss him, or she could get revenge.

She did have a lot of paint left. “Hmph. Staining the Digimon Empress? I think someone needs to be punished.” She said, giving the boy a devious grin.

All confidence was lost and replaced with terror. Like Dragomon’s ocean he was going to get himself stuck in anymore embarrassing situations. Quickly, Ken clumsily shot up and ran out the door. “Gotta go, love you, bye!” He shouted, darting down the hall with all his might.

Miyako gasped playfully, getting up herself, smile never leaving. “Get back here, Ichijouji!”

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Title: Supposed To Go? Series: Digimon ZeroTwo Relationships: Kenyako / Miyaken (Ken x Miyako) Rated: AA Anyone Aware Season/Timeline: Somewhere in 2009 Quote: “Get back here, Ichijouji!” Genre: Fluff? Characters: Ichijouji “Ken” Kenneth | Inoue “Yolei” Miyako Word Count: 1’738

Just a typical day. I don’t know either, it was a good idea in my head. Writing it was a different store all together LOL. head canons everywhere /A/

[mothic-writer]

"Hey, have you seen the…? Oh." (46.)

The thing with going on a journey instead of school; is that you don’t normally have the interest to read. Red had nothing against reading, he just preferred to spend his free time swimming or running around with his companions. That wasn’t the only issue at play though, Red had a bit of trouble when it came to reading the kanji. And I got too fed up with him to teach him the basics completely. He just didn’t seem to have the right motive for learning. So, when I saw Red reading a newspaper I was bit… shocked so to say. I said nothing, I didn’t want to risk him becoming uninterested in reading current events. It would do him good to know more about what’s going on throughout the Kanto region. Instead of being informed whenever there’s a disaster that needs the Dexholder’s fixing. About a week passed and Red was…. Still reading the same newspaper article. Actually, it may have been more than a week, our schedules don’t usually resonate. But when it does and we eat our breakfast at the same time in the morning. Red would be focused on the newspaper he had gotten who knows how long ago. This morning is no different. I watched the Battler set down the rolled up and ragged newspaper in front of the seat he planned on taking. “Morning.” I said as he passed by the table. “Hey, Green.” He greeted, stifling a yawn. Oh yeah, entering our twenties Red and I shared an apartment complex at Tamamushi City. This was my chance. Red was normally up before I was, or first to be eating at breakfast while I prepared for my busy day incoming. This is the first time in a long while that I got here first. So I would have a couple minutes to scan through the newspaper page that Red seemed to focus solely on, and see what all the fuss is about. Maybe he was trying to do a crossword puzzle, or something. That being said, I picked up the paper quietly and opened it to the folded page. The thing about going on a journey instead of school; is that you normally solely interact with people you’ve met throughout said journey. That being said, one’s love interest choices typically remains within the circle of people you have traveled with or had met during your travelings. This rings true for Red. “Figures.” I chuckled, completely understanding now why he kept the newspaper all this time and looked at it every morning. Being in Tamamushi meant being at Tokiwa less. And Tokiwa is where a certain blonde takes residence. Red’s heart is also another thing she had taken without even knowing. Silver had informed me of Yellow’s recent activities, but I wasn’t really expecting her to go as far as she is. The page Red kept looking at was an article about a fierce Tokiwa resident who is protesting against the use of potions. A small blonde with a long ponytail, holding up a sign with a polite warning. A passionate and somewhat threatening expression on her face. Sometimes I forget Yellow is capable of being ruthless. I was too busy reading the entire article that I didn’t notice Red had already finished making his breakfast. “Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.” I looked up from the newspaper, seeing my close friend steadily go pink when he notices what I had in my hands. “Heheh.” I chuckled, and folded the paper neatly before setting it down next to him. I picked up my mug and stood up from my seat. My smirk didn’t waver in the slightest as I passed by him. “She looks cute with your hat.” “Ra--!” Red bashfully jerked his eyes to his feet, trying to cover up his blushing cheeks. Humph. Seems like a certain brunette’s teasing traits has been rubbing off of me. Tsk, tsk. Pesky woman. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Title: Have You Seen? (46.) Series: Pokémon Special Relationships: Special Shipping (Red x Yellow) Conflict Ship (Hinted) Rated: AA Anyone Aware Season/Timeline: At some point during their early twenties? Quote: “She looks cute with your hat.” Genre: Fluff hopefully? Characters: Okido Green | Masayoshi Red | Heiwamoto Yellow (Mentioned) Word Count: 657

[mothic-writer]

aaaand 42/43 just because sounds like fun and those two prompts look like they can work together well yes, 42“I swear it was an accident.” / 43“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“Not so shabby.” The brunette smiled to herself proudly. “For a rookie.” She looked at the Pecha Berry Cupcakes, waiting to be iced with a blend of Nanab icing mix. Shira, the grass electrical type Skiddo, had just successfully finished baking what she hopes is edible cupcakes.

She grabbed the bowl of icing and started to carefully spread them in a swirl motion on the tiny cakes. Citinea, the poison bug type Dokucale, had always made all kinds of sweet treats. Everyone loved them, and the grass type could tell, that Citinea enjoys making them. Though the twin tails doesn’t consume much of the things she bakes which struck the her odd. She decided it may have something to do with wanting there to be enough for everyone.

And that is why today, Shira was making a batch special for the poison type. Using the Pecha Berry Cupcake recipe that Citinea made herself. The brunette finished icing the twelve tiny cakes and looked around the kitchen bar. She still had a lot of batter left over. She was tempted to eat it herself just like that, but Shira was well aware of how much the tiny moth could consume when it was something she liked.

Hell yeah, Shira was positive her cupcakes would be something the blonde would enjoy.

Or well, that’s what she kept telling herself.

With a determined nod, the brunette decided to use the leftover batter to make another batch of the tiny cakes. She could eat the batter another time. “Hm?” Shira glanced around the table, noticing the paper that had the recipe was missing. After a moment she remembered taking it back to the bookshelf, not wanting to lose it or get it messy.

With that, she set her apron aside and left to retrieve the recipe. She didn’t have anymore icing, and didn’t remember what she put to make it.

Techny smothered down a groan, feeling his stiff neck scream out when he rolled it a bit too much. He really needed to set an alarm to take more breaks. He couldn’t keep working until his limbs felt ready to fall off. If they were ever attacked, he’s be pretty slowed down in combat and that just won’t do.

Entering the kitchen to search for a snack, the steel type Magnemite is taken back by the disastrous mess on the kitchen bar. The lack of a tiny blonde made him sigh. “Skipping out on clean-up, huh?” He muttered, heading towards the fridge. Before he had the chance to open it, he noticed a batch of fully iced cupcakes at the edge of the kitchen bar.

Well, he did like sweets. Techny picked one up and examined it. There was something a bit off with it, and it was suspicious for Citinea to leave her treats alone like this. Usually she sets the on a clean table and announces to everyone what latest snack she made. Maybe they weren’t done? Perhaps Citinea planned to put sprinkles on them.

Techny nibbled on the cupcake. He wasn’t much of a fan of sprinkles, so t was best to eat it now while it was still pure.

His nibbling turned into a large bite. It was different, but a better different. The flavors were a lot more balanced. The stale of milk balanced out with the sugary sweetness. He could clearly taste the Peacha berry, but not to a extreme extent like usually. Techny crunched up the wrapper, and picked another. He knew Citinea wouldn’t be eating these if the pecha berry were lessened. She needed the extreme taste of pecha after all. Anything else would just taste dull.

Oddly, the young man starts to feel something warm sprouting in his chest. Was this a flavor? A reaction to whatever extra ingredient was used to make it balanced? He doubt his fondness of the treat lead to this emotional reaction.

Emotional?

How strange. Now that he thought about it, it was almost as if one of the flavors was an emotion.

Yes, he needed some rest. His mind was clearly short-circuiting.

When he looked down at the batch, he noticed half of gone. Shit, did he really just eat four cupcakes without noticing? He only remembered consuming two, what the hell. Yes, sleep was indeed greatly needed. The steel type took a step back, but there was a sudden burst in his chest that made him stumble and reach out to grip the bar.

Or what he thought was the bar. Techny was fully aware he made something fall, but the lack of nose made him dreadfully worried. When the dizziness subsided, he glanced down at his feet and sure enough. The remaining cupcakes were splattered and ruined. “Aw, damnit.”

He doubt Citinea would be pissed, so he was mainly disappointed at the lost of such wonderful tasting cup–

“AH!”

Techny jolted in place, taken back by the sudden gasp. He looked to see the grass type Skiddo standing at the kitchen’s entrance way looking absolutely mortified. Guess she liked sweets too. “Oh, hey.”

“What…” Shira didn’t stop staring at the fallen tiny cakes. “… What did you do to my cupcakes!?”

Ah, so that’s why the pecha berries were lessened. Citinea made them for the brunette. Well, he certainly felt a lot better about the whole situation. “I um, ate them?” He replied a bit sarcastically.

Then again, if Citinea made them for the girl….

… yep. He was going to die tonight.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Techny flinched, the brunette now looked seriously pissed off. He wasn’t sure why she was this mad, but he understood that he should be concern over her reaction. “Those weren’t yours to eat! I can’t believe you!” Shira stomped over closer to where the steel type stood. “What about the ones on the floor?! You decided they weren’t worth it or something?!”

The way her voice started to reach shrilling levels greatly concerned the boy. Citinea still hadn’t made an appearance and she most likely won’t since that would involve helping out cleaning the kitchen. So if he can calm the Skiddo down before she’s alerted, he would be live for another day. He cleared his throat, forcing his sarcastic drips out. “I swear it was an accident.”

It really was. He didn’t know what came over him that made him dizzy. But he definitely did not want to see those tasty cupcakes on the floor. “An accident? Was you eating them an accident too?”

“Um, no.” Techny wasn’t sure how to reply to that without sarcasm. So, maybe the truth? “They were actually very delicious, I liked them very much.” His calm tone seemed to have chilled the lassie out. Her tantrum died completely and she stood there looking… shocked?

Wait, huh?

“W… what?” Shira’s brown eyes were widen, her wasn’t bursting with joy that someone liked them like she thought she would. Maybe because the one guy she hates had said they were good. So her brain was spiting him into not allowing her to feel happy? That… didn’t really make sense. She wasn’t feeling spiteful, she felt kind of…

Flustered?

Taking in her appearance, Techny noticed her hands were dried with batter mix and her pants had some berry stains. A static current went through his brain, making his eyes widen behind his shades and his body become rigid.

Shira made the cupcakes?

So that’s why she was so upset. Techny felt something that resembled guilt start to bubble. But the strong hot emotion that swelled up in his cheeks and was spreading to his neck made it hard to focus on that, or anything else for that matter. “S-… sorry…!” Quickly, and clumsily, the Magnemite stumbled to the side to curve around the still grass type. And made his way out of the kitchen.

Shira didn’t bother saying anything else or stopping the boy from leaving. She couldn’t feel her legs but it wasn’t out of fear. Just the intense shock of realizing Techny had enjoyed her cupcakes. She felt her cheeks getting warmer but didn’t pay much attention to that. She was more focus on the single question pulsing through her mind.

What was Techny’s favorite berries?

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Title: I Swear You Did (42+43 Fluffy Version)Series: Shadow Operatives of Chaotic TwinkleRelationships: Spiteful Shipping (Techny x Shira)Rated: AA Anyone AwareSeason/Timeline: LOLQuote: “I um, ate them?”Genre: Fluff? Humor? Idk?Characters: Beirom Techny | Hanaki ShiraWord Count: 1’371

Shira accidently used her empathic abilities while baking. And Techny, being the emotionally stunted guy he is, wasn’t used to of the joy bubbling from his chest//shot

[alwayskaysanova]

send me a pairing and a number and i'll write you a drabble

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

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