#perchance something with Toby...

[junabuggy]

hi !!! I've been following you for a while and I lowkey miss your writing TwT — I'm in love with the graphics though !! Keep up the work and remember to drink water 💖💖

Shwhwbsbsbw hello and thank you!! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) I also really appreciate you sticking around, it was a kinda outta nowhere jump .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. 💚💚 (to be fair, I have a habit of doing that, consistency who??)

I doooo intend to write some more as it's something i genuinely enjoy !! its just that writers block is KILLING me. I'll get a random burst of energy eventually and complete a bunch of requests, I just know it (๑·̀ ω ·́๑)و ✧

[uncannydevotion]

I assume your deception of slender is that he’s an awful person/creature that ruins people’s lives and forces them to work for him. May I request how the proxies would react if for whatever reason, slender died. What would they do? Are they free? You can include reader in here somewhere since this is an x reader blog, or you can simply jsut talk about the proxies themselves

my depiction of slender is than it's an eldritch being with limited understanding of humans. it understands that it needs humans to do things it can't do, however, and knows that no human would work for it willingly which is why it goes to drastic measures to ensure absolute loyalty from its proxies and typically only targets people who are already in vulnerable situations since they're easier to break, i suppose. i think that other than the proxies, it couldn't give much care on what humans do and don't do. it's like.... a horrible boss, i think.... but there's no hr you can report it to.

i'm honestly not sure if it can die. i don't think it knows either, but it certainly does fear the thought of death. but yeah sure let's say that for whatever reason, slender just... disappeared. be it death or some other reason.

masky wouldn't outwardly show it, but he'd be thrilled that it was gone. he had always been on the more obedient side, doing as slender wants without much question and forcing himself to not get attached to anything lest it view that thing as a distraction. with slender gone, he's... free, and it's definitely a scary thought, but he had never fully left society even after becoming a proxy, and it wouldn't be that hard for him to integrate back into it.

hoodie probably played a hand in slender's disappearance. or not. who knows, because he certainly won't tell. either way, he is utterly delighted. once he realizes slender is gone, he's already making plans. he's the one proxy slender could never gain full control over. his obedience wasn't stemming from loyalty, and he was very open about how much he despised the creature. he definitely seems like the type to have been saving money, probably stolen, to ensure that he and masky can find a place to rent for a bit while they find real jobs. overall, he's going to be least impacted by slender's disappearance.

toby would probably die, i'm going to be so real. to me, i headcanon that he's sustained so many injuries in his time as a proxy that slender started to share its lifeforce with him because his body was starting to just... shut down. he became dependent on slender for survival, and if it just disappears, then all of those injuries will probably catch up to him and his body won't be able to handle it. and if that doesn't kill him, then he certainly won't be able to integrate back into society like masky and hoodie. he'd probably end up becoming a hermit in the woods, waiting for the day slender returns because without it, his life is meaningless. he has nothing. no one.

kate... i'm pretty torn on, to be honest. i think she'd be similar to toby in the sense that she wouldn't handle its disappearance well. as slender's first proxy she's the most loyal to him, and never once thought about going back to her old life. though toby might be able to function without slender, kate i think would become catatonic in a sense. she simply cannot exist without slender because it became such an integral part of her existence and identity that with it gone, she felt empty. i don't think the others would just abandon her like this, though. toby would want to take care of her, he sees her as an older sister in a sense, but he's not sure how to do it and has no choice but to turn to hoodie and masky for help. i think she'd end up in a hospital of some sort, or a psych ward.

[mayskalih]

hello! would you perchance like to rank the akatsuki members by hotness?

Hello, anon, you want me to do something impossible but I like challenges so here we go:

Extra hotties: Sasori (human form with Hiruko being hidden from my sight), Kisame, Konan

Hotties: Deidara, Pein (Yahiko body), Hidan

Ok: Itachi, Kakuzu

Nonono: Zetsu, Tobi

[delirious-donna]

NSFW Alphabet [Tobirama Senju]

Masterlist

B - Body Part

It's not quite a body part, but Tobirama really likes his facial markings. The three red marks that adorn his face are striking, and he often admires them for a moment or two when he shaves in the mornings.

You also adore his crimson streaks, as you like to call them. Your dainty fingers glide across the sharp angles of his jaw until you are tracing the lines under his eyes before dipping to the one on his chin.

"My handsome husband."

He scoffs, shooing your fingers away but secretly he loves it. Craves your attention and the little moments of adoration that you show him.

The marks were something he chose to have imprinted permanently on his skin when he turned of age. It was a promise to himself that he would continue to work hard to protect Konohagakure and turn the village into a prosperous power within the Shinobi world.

A promise that he had kept to his day.

During your early courtship with Tobi, you had asked him what the three red markings meant, to which he replied;

"Mind, technique, body."

I - Intimacy

What most see from Tobirama is not the version of him that you witness. Yes, he can appear grumpy, a little abrupt with no patience for time wasters, but there is a softer side to the Second Hokage that only a select few are privileged to see.

For all his sterner traits, his soft spot really is you.

He can't help the small gentle smile that slides into place when you walk through his office door. The little picnic basket hooked on your arm, he is constantly amazed by how caring and selfless you can be.

His job means he has to spend long hours in his office, mountains of paperwork to look over, assigning missions and listening to important debriefs. Although he is a highly intelligent man, there are times when his concentration slips due to his mind wandering to your current doings.

Tobi wants to spend more time with you, often choosing to rise before the sun to work for a few hours in the hopes that it means he can return to your warming embrace at a reasonable time.

PDA is not a given with your husband, he finds it unnecessary and quite frankly, he doesn't wish for others to see your shared kisses - they are private affairs. However, he does enjoy holding your hand as you stroll the streets of Konoha. His thumb caresses the back of your hand with every step you take.

His favourite moments are when you are both laying in bed, your chin resting on his chest as you play with his silver locks. Chatting about everything and nothing, it is liberating to have someone to rely upon and he adores your unique take on current events.

"You're so precious to me sweetheart, you do know that?"

And you do - you really do.

K - Kink

Orgasm denial.

Hoo boy, you best believe that if you displease your husband in any way, he is going to destroy you by denying you exactly what you want - what you need.

"Tobi," you whine, twisting your wrists which he has clasped in an iron grip above your head.

His hot mouth pulled from your pebbled nipple with a wet-sounding 'pop' and his fingers danced deftly around your tortured clit. Your hips sought to grind, to move so that his touch would be directly where you needed it, but he was too clever to fall for your schemes.

"Hmm? Does the bad girl have something to say? An apology perchance?"

You are close to losing your damn mind.

Brought to the precipice on more occasions than you can count, only to be left hanging. His touch lifting at the exact moment you craved him most. Your husband knew how to play your body like a fiddle, every twitch of your muscles was noted by the ever-calculating male.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. So so sorry," you yell, sounding on the verge of tears as you tried to press your thighs together for much-needed friction.

"Please baby, need to cum so damn bad."

Soft silver hair rests against your tender flesh, carmine eyes observing you as if testing the weight of your apology. A slow smirk spreads from his lips, two fingers spearing into your fluttering cunt. He presses directly on your g-spot and your body ignites into white-hot pleasure.

Spine bowed off the mattress. Tits straining into his face, a silent beg for him to suckle you. Every muscle spasms simultaneously as you finally - finally - reach the finish line.

"There's my good girl," your gruff husband coos, "not gonna do that again, am I right sweetheart?"

Being honest, you can’t even remember what it was that caused his irritation in the first place and you’re too blissed out to care.

W - Wild Card

Why is the sight of you bound on the mammoth bed you both shared so ridiculously alluring?

Tobirama is turned on by the moments of power exchange in the bedroom, they are infrequent simply because they are intense and special.

The flex of the ropes binding your wrists to the intricate headboard makes him groan quietly. His fingers check over the knots to ensure your safety but also to make sure you cannot wriggle free.

Your knees are bent upwards with each ankle tied to your thighs and your sweet cunt open to his gaze, glistening with arousal.

He tweaks your nipple just to see you squirm and hear your whimpers.

It’s going to be a long night, settle in for tortured ecstasy as your husband treads the fine line between pleasure and pain with practised ease.

The gleam in his crimson eyes tells of how aroused he is, the swipe of his tongue against his lower lip making you arch against the restraints, desperate for a taste of those lips.

You trust him implicitly, and he is honoured with the level of vulnerability you are willing to show him.

His silver locks look beautiful as he buries his head between your bound thighs, revelling in the wet sounds his mouth makes on your needy cunt.

He is going to keep you in place until you are both utterly spent. His cock spears into your depths with long powerful strokes, dragging his length against your clenching walls until you are milking him for his precious seed.

Only then is he going to untie you carefully and massage the areas that had been restrained. Bringing them back to life with such reverential touches. Making you sip water slowly and ensuring you are feeling okay. He knows you sometimes cry, he hates it but understands that it is simply a reaction to such intensity.

“You’re too good for me sweetheart.”

[emachinescat]

Sleep Stays as Far

A Tales of Arcadia: Trollhunters Fan-Fiction

By @emachinescat ​

@febuwhump day 6 - insomnia

Summary: Until Jim became a troll, he never realized how much he took sleeping for granted.  And once human again, he finds himself struggling to do the very thing he missed so much.  No rest for the weary, and all that.  Takes place after my story “Lest Back the Awful Door Should Swing,” though not a direct sequel.

Characters | Pairings: Jim, Claire, Toby, Blinky, Nomura | Jim/Claire

Words: 2,370

TW: None

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So my thoughts are:

But sleep stays as far…

For sleeping, like death,

Must be worn without pride,

With a nod from nature,

With a lack of strain,

And a loss of stature.

- From “How to Sleep” by Philip Larkin

It’s strange, isn’t it, how human beings have a tendency to dismiss, or even grow to resent, things that, if taken away, they would miss very dearly?  

Jim Lake grew up hearing that old idiom that parents love to impart upon their children crying for that which they don’t have, “The grass is always greener on the other side.”  But never did it have more meaning to him than when he was turned into a troll and could no longer do a great number of things he had enjoyed as a human.

Eating normal human food was one, but his tastes changed with his body, and he soon adapted to his strange, newfound tastes.  He really missed being able to go out in the sunlight.  Walking through doorways without gouging grooves into the wood above with his horns was another.

Sleeping, though, was what he found himself missing the most.

It was funny, he thought wryly as he sat huddled in a corner of the cave he and his fellow travellers were currently occupying - just a month ago, sleep would have been at the very bottom of his to do list.  After all, he was a teenager, and what teenager has time for sleep?  Especially with his double life, Jim was used to working with very little sleep.  And even when he did have a rare night off, he still usually stayed up until the wee hours of the morning playing video games or watching Netflix.

But now, it seemed, sleep wasn’t something he needed.  At first he’d been thrilled.  He was finally able to stay up all night and not feel like he was trudging through quicksand the day after.  As Claire was the only one in their party who was human and had to sleep, there were plenty of others to keep him company during the long nights.  He trained with Blinky and Nomura, who, as a halfling, only slept about two hours a night, explored the world outside of whatever cave they happened to be staying in, and even played on his phone sometimes when things got quiet just before dawn.  

Eventually, though, he found himself distancing from his trollish friends and sitting, lost in thought, most nights.  Sometimes he would watch Claire sleep - not in a creepy way, just remembering what it was like to be able to curl up under a blanket and let the world fade away for a bit.

He’d had his battles with sleep before, and for a while, first after he’d returned from the Darklands, broken in so many ways, and then later, after healing wounds had been torn open by his arrest and forced journey into The Deep.  For weeks after these occurrences, he had been terrified to let sleep claim him, as nightmares haunted his mind, throwing him back into the Darklands, into a cage, into a pit.  

Time had passed, and he, with the help of his friends, had slowly begun to heal, and eventually, sleep became more of an escape from the stress and fatigue of trying to save the world from Eternal Darkness.  He missed the way that he had been able to let go and just rest his mind and thoughts, even if the odd nightmare did show up and spoil his peace from time to time.  Now, there was no release from the thoughts and fears and conflicting emotions swirling around inside of his head.

Once, he had tried to lie down, close his eyes, and just try to drift off.  It hadn’t worked, and he’d spent the entire night tossing and turning endlessly, and by the time he sensed dawn slithering its burning tendrils through the opening of the cave, he was ready to slam his head through a wall.

He’d also tried talking to his friends about it.  

Claire was sympathetic, but it was clear that she didn’t understand his dilemma.  To her, an over-achiever who seemed to never have enough time to get everything she needed done, not having to sleep sounded like a dream come true.

Blinky frowned and began to wax philosophical about sleep being an abstract construct, and how it has often been believed to be a gateway between realities, and then got distracted by quoting the famous soliloquy from Hamlet (“to sleep, perchance, to dream”).

He had hoped that he’d have better luck with Nomura, especially since talking to her had largely been what had gotten him through the trauma of the Darklands (and since she was a changeling and still needed a bit of sleep herself).  She listened to his complaints, a slight frown on her face, green eyes studying him seriously.  After he’d finished speaking, she’d contemplated his words, and Jim was sure she was about to say something wise or even fractionally helpful.  Instead, she just growled, “I don’t get it.”

Tonight was worse than most.  It had been a rough day, physically taxing, and his mind kept whirling in so many directions he felt as if he were being pulled apart.  He missed his mom.  He missed his bed and his old life and being able to feel the sun on his skin, and he was tired of seeing the unfamiliar, trollish face blink back at him every time he saw his reflection.  He missed hanging out with Toby and Arrrggghh, missed eating fast food and cooking and even going to school.  

And he was forced to trudge, wide-awake, through it all, with no rest from his thoughts, and it made him angry, and pulled at the aching hole that had been festering in his chest since the moment he’d become a troll.

***

Another sleepless night.

This one was the worst yet, though, because somehow - Jim’s mind was even now trying to come to terms with what all had happened - he was human again, after being mortally wounded, frozen in time (which didn’t count as sleep because he had just stopped while encased in the crystal), turned into a full troll, had his mind taken over, and turned to stone.  No one could explain exactly how it happened, not Blinky, not Douxie, the latter of whom, to be fair, had been in no shape to really offer his coherent thoughts on the matter after his fall from the clouds.

But did it matter?  In the end, here he was, Jim Lake, Jr. once more.  Fully human, with a few new scars to add to his collection.  He could go outside in the sunlight and fit through doors.  He was still reeling from the loss of his amulet - Blinky said he was in a state of shock and that it would hit him soon - but he had gotten to hug his mom with his own arms again.  

And now, here he was, back in his own bed, exactly as he had yearned to be so much over the past few months. Jim's whole house was asleep, Toby and Claire were back home, probably asleep right now, too, and Douxie should be passed out from the muscle relaxers Jim’s mom had prescribed him.

Everyone was sleeping.  Jim had been dreaming of sleeping for weeks.  Now that he had the ability to sleep once more, even though his eyes burned in exhaustion, he found that sleep evaded him just as it had done when he was a troll.  

It wasn’t that he had a lot on his mind.  He did, but that wasn’t why he couldn’t sleep.  He knew what sleeplessness from a cluttered mind felt like, and this wasn’t it.  It was like his body had physically forgotten how to fall asleep.  Perhaps it had.  If so, he was in trouble, because human-Jim needed sleep to survive.

He couldn't get comfortable, no matter how many times he changed position.  His body ached with the pains of battle, and the bed was too soft after months spent sleeping on rock.  Every little noise - a car passing outside, a distant police siren, the creak of wind through trees - grated on his nerves like someone was dragging fingernails across a chalkboard.  Time slunk by, eluding him as much as sleep - at times he was sure it had stopped.  Every time he glanced at the clock, it was as if no time at all had passed since he last checked.

By five in the morning, he admitted defeat and heaved his weary body out of bed, all but dragging himself into the shower and standing under the hot water long enough for the bathroom to fill with steam before he started to wash.  He felt physically ill from exhaustion, and his head pounded in time with his heart.  He’d hoped the shower would wake him up, or put him to sleep - he just wanted out of this limbo.  

It did neither, and he left home without eating breakfast, too nauseated to consider eating anything even though human food was one of the things he’d missed out on as a troll.  He got on his Vespa and drove off, not knowing where he was going, barely even caring.

***

He ended up at the overlook, the place where he’d first danced with Claire, and where she’d taken him for a picnic while stuck in the past.  He remembered how it had felt to know he was going to die as soon as he returned to his own time, and how hard it had been to keep that from Claire, whose bright brown eyes had gleamed a future he’d been sure he’d never see.

He flopped down on the dewy grass and savored the feel of the first rays of sun on his face as dawn broke through the night.  He knew his clothes would be damp and grass-stained when he got up.  

He watched the sun rise over Arcadia, and for the first time since his return home, since he’d become human again, he felt a sliver of peace.

Still, he did not sleep.

***

This is how Claire found him at half past nine.  Jim had left a note for his mom, telling her he’d gone out for a ride to clear his head, but he’d forgotten to text Claire to let her know.  His phone was still at home on the bathroom sink, where he’d forgotten it.

Claire had known exactly where he was, though, and he saw the concern in her eyes from the moment she stepped out of her Shadow portal.  “Jim, your mom was worried about you,” she said matter-of-factly.  She moved over to his side and sat down.

“I told her I went out.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t say where or why, and you left your phone.  Here.”  He took the device she offered him and slowly, painfully propped himself up on his elbows.  She studied his face with her lips pressed together in worry.  “You look awful.”

Jim chuckled.  “Yeah, I don’t feel so hot, either.”

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

Jim laughed again, this time hollowly.  “Not a wink.”  He scrubbed the back of his hand across his eyes.  They felt gritty and prickled like he’d just finished chopping a particularly potent onion.  “I don’t get it,” he went on in frustration.  “I went without sleep for weeks, and I thought I’d never get a proper night’s rest again.  But then - whatever it was - happened, and I’m me again, and I still can’t fall asleep.”  A horrible thought occurred to him.  “What if being a troll broke something inside of me?  What if I never sleep again?”  He could hear his voice rising in speed and pitch.  “How long can a human go without sleep?”

Claire took one of his hands in one of hers.  With her other hand, she cupped the side of his face.  He leaned into the touch.  “Don’t worry, Jim,” she reassured him.  “You’ve just been through a lot.  Your entire physiology’s reworked itself so many times that the rest of you is probably still trying to catch up.  Plus, you’ve got a lot on your mind.”

“Yeah,” he agreed glumly.  He yawned.  

“You know,” Claire said suddenly, tone brightening.  “Maybe you haven’t been able to sleep because you don’t feel safe yet.  After all, you’ve been through so much lately.  As a troll, maybe you forgot that humans need to feel safe before they can fall asleep.”

Jim quirked an eyebrow at her.  “You seemed to have no trouble falling asleep throughout our travels,” he commented.  “In caves and gorges and once in an abandoned shipping container.  You couldn’t have felt safe in any of those places, away from home and lying on the hard ground.”

Claire shook her head as if marveling at how dense he was.  “There was never a night that I didn’t feel safe, Jim.”

Jim blinked.  He was so tired.  “Oh yeah,” he realized.  “There were tons of trolls guarding you.”

“No, dummy,” Claire sighed, smoothing a stray lock of hair off of his forehead.  “I felt safe because I was with you.”

“Oh,” said Jim blankly.  Then realization dawned.  “I feel safe with you, too.”

“Hold that thought.”  She smiled warmly at him, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and rose to her feet.  “I brought something I think you’ll like.  Just a sec.”  She hurried back to her bike, and he heard her tug something out of the front basket.  She returned with a purple and pink checked picnic blanket and together they spread it on the grass and laughed as the wind almost blew it away, off the overlook.  They plopped down on it, side by side, in a desperate attempt to keep it from escaping.

***

Two hours later, Toby came looking for his friends and found them on the grassy knoll overlooking Arcadia.  They were lying on a blanket underneath a blue, cloud-specked sky with the noon sun keeping watch over them.  They were curled up close to one another, wrapped in each other’s arms, fast asleep.  

Toby smiled and let them rest.

[notalwaysthevillian]

What the Heart Wants

Happy birthday, @fanartfunart! I did my best at historical fantasy. I hope you like it!

(Also, this may or may not become another AU. It all depends on how much time I have on my hands.)

Warnings: None?

Pairings: LAMP

Word Count: ~2k

Patton

Virgil stormed into the throne room, holding a scroll in his hand. King Thomas waved his servants off, not noticing when one of them stayed behind.

“A contest?” The paper nearly tore as Virgil’s grip tightened. “You think a contest is going to help Patton find someone good enough for him?”

“It’s out of my control.” The king’s voice was steady. “Queen Azure has made it quite clear that she wants to merge our two kingdoms. She cannot do anything if Patton is already married before he is coronated.”

Virgil bit his tongue, taking a deep breath. “In that case, I suppose it is the best way. You are allowing him to choose his fate, even if he has to choose early. But how will he know whose intentions are true? Patton could choose someone who is deceitful.”

“There is nothing stopping you from entering.”

The knowing tone in Thomas’s voice had Virgil turning a deep red. “I have no idea what you -”

“V.” The interruption was gentle. Virgil slowly closed his mouth, allowing the king to speak. “I’ve known you since you were up to my knee. I have seen the way you look at him. You worry, I know. You think you are not good enough. But know this - I think you are more than good enough.”

Virgil’s next words were scarcely louder than a whisper. “What if he chooses someone else?”

“Patton will choose who he feels is best.” Thomas stepped closer, putting a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “If he feels that is you, I will be thrilled. If not, then I know you will still protect him until your dying breath.”

Virgil gave a sharp nod, blinking quickly. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“V.”

“Thank you, Thomas.”

With a wave of his hand, Thomas excused Virgil. He waited until the footsteps had faded before he spoke. “Roman.”

The servant froze on his tiptoes.

Thomas turned, laughing at the sight. “Please, come here.”

Wringing his hands, Roman stepped forward until he stood before the king. He kept his head down. Thomas was a good king, but Roman knew he had disobeyed.

“Hey,” Thomas gently reached out, tilting Roman’s head up. “You are allowed to look at me.”

“Your Majesty -”

“Please, call me Thomas.”

“King Thomas...I did not mean to be disrespectful. I merely wished to know what the contest was for.” As Roman spoke, he tried to look down again.

Thomas gently pushed his chin back up. “Roman, everyone has a natural curiosity. It is quite alright that you stayed.”

Roman nodded slowly, terrified of saying something wrong.

“What interests you about the contest?”

His cheeks warmed. “I have special interest in the prince.”

“And what about my son interests you?”

There was no malice in Thomas’s voice. When Roman forced himself to meet the King’s eyes, he saw nothing but kindness reflecting back. “The prince...he treats us like people. As do you, but he treats me as though I were a childhood friend. His kindness knows no bounds, much like his perchance for sweets.”

Thomas laughed. “Yes, he does enjoy the desserts.”

“He cares so much about everyone...I worry that someday he will meet someone who is the opposite.” Tears blurred Roman’s vision. He wiped them away, his voice trembling. “Such a kind heart can cause death.”

Calloused thumbs brushed Roman’s tears from his face. “Just as I told Sir Virgil, I will tell you. Nothing is stopping you from entering the contest.”

“Sir Virgil is much closer to the prince. He will win.”

King Thomas smiled. “Perhaps he is, but you do have a fortnight to prepare. You never know what will happen until you try.”

Determination entered Roman’s gaze. He stood tall, puffing out his chest.

“I will do my best to win your son’s hand.” He started to walk away before he stopped and turned back. “Apologies, King Thomas. Do I have permission to go?”

“Permission granted.”

As soon as Roman was gone, King Thomas headed out of the throne room. He retired to his personal library, opting to take some of his free time to read.

Or he would have, if the court mage had not entered in a hurry.

“King Thomas, my apologies, but I must -”

“Is this about the contest?”

Logan blinked. “How did you -”

“You are not the first to ask me about it, though I do expect that you are the last.” Closing his book, he turned to the mage, giving his full attention. “I suspect you also think it is a bad idea.”

“That would not be my phrasing, but yes.” Thomas waited, knowing that Logan was one of the most intelligent people in the kingdom. “Why would you have such a contest? There is no logical reasoning - unless...Queen Azure. Her attempts to merge our kingdoms have grown in frequency. If Patton...this is so he can choose.”

“Exactly.”

Logan’s steely gaze pierced through the king. “Is there a restriction on who may enter this contest?”

Thomas smirked, merely shaking his head.

“Good. Then I shall see you tomorrow.” Logan hesitated for a moment. “Unless you require my assistance in any way, shape, or form?”

“Logan, you’re excused.”

Just before Logan left the room, Patton flew through the door. He tripped, sending himself and Logan crashing to the floor.

With a wave of his arm, Logan stopped their descent and righted the two of them.

Patton flashed him a sunny smile. “Thank you, Lolo!”

Logan’s cheeks grew warm at the nickname. “It was no trouble, Patton.”

Thomas held back his laughter as Patton threw his arms around the mage. Logan looked ready to spontaneously combust.

“If you’ll excuse me…”

Patton let go, turning to Thomas, completely missing Logan’s burning face. The mage disappeared as quickly as he could.

“Father, I love the idea of a contest!” Patton squealed, bouncing on his toes. “Mean old Queen Azure won’t get her hands on our kingdom now.”

“It appears that you figured it out before your suitors.” Thomas said as he got out of his chair.

Confusion filled Patton’s face. “Suitors?”

“I have had three different men talk to me about the contest today.” Thomas slid the book into its place. He turned to find Patton hiding a smile behind his fingers. “It appears that you have quite the choice to make.”

***

The morning of the contest, Thomas made his way to Patton’s chambers. He knocked on the door, hearing loud footsteps before it was pulled open.

“Morning, Father!”

“Good morning, Patton.” Thomas began smoothing out his son’s mussed hair. “How did you sleep?”

“Not too well.” Patton admitted. “Nerves kept me awake.”

“That means you will not make a rash decision.” Reaching out, Thomas pulled Patton into a hug. He kissed the top of Patton’s dark hair. “Go with what your heart says.”

“You always tell me that!”

“Because it is the truth.” Thomas let go, stepping back toward the door. He could hear the servants coming down the hall to prepare Patton for the day. “A heart like yours will never steer you wrong.”

Thomas was whisked away, leaving Patton to his servants.

Patton never particularly liked when the servants helped him get ready. They were all a bit too rough. His skin bruised easily, something they never seemed to notice.

Once he was in his royal attire, which made him itch, he was taken out to the courtyard. Thomas sat in their shaded box, the seat to his right empty. Patton took his place, before looking out to the subject that had gathered.

“How many?” He whispered.

“Twelve.” The king whispered back, before he stood to give the instructions. “Thank you all for gathering here today. As you know, Prince Patton is to be coronated just after his eighteenth birthday. Today, he is to choose who he shall wed. Twelve of you have taken it upon yourselves to sign up for this contest. All we ask is that you show us something that explains who you are as a person. Patton will have some time to deliberate, but he shall choose before the sun sets tonight.”

Thomas sat down, waving to the Captain of the Guard.

“Toby Merlot.”

The boy did some acrobatics, gathering plenty of attention from Patton. When he stuck his landing, the prince rose to his feet, clapping.

As the rest of the men performed, Patton did the same each time. Some of the men grew frustrated, unsure of who the prince was going to choose.

“Sir Virgil Kensington.”

“Vee!” Patton squealed excitedly. He shrieked with joy as Virgil rode out on a horse.

Virgil expertly steered the horse around, maneuvering through the small obstacle course the guards had set up. Once he’d cleared the highest jump, he dismounted and handed the horse off. He bowed to the prince, giving him a wink when he straightened up.

As Virgil headed off, the Captain returned to his list. “Master Logan Blackburn.”

“Lolo!”

The mage flushed at the nickname. He moved to the middle of the circle, breathing deeply to center himself.

With a wave of his hand, the lights dimmed. Logan concentrating, turning the lights into a wondrous display. His finale was a dragon that moved toward the royals, fizzling into thin air just before it reached them.

Patton grinned, letting out a loud cheer for his longtime friend and tutor.

“The final suitor - Roman Sparrow.”

“Ro?” Patton whispered, a smile appearing as he saw the servant head to the center. When he noticed how shaky Roman was, Patton called out, “You can do it!”

The prince’s words caused a surge of confidence in the young servant. Roman took in a deep breath before he began to sing.

The words carried the story of a young girl. A girl locked in a tower because she was not beautiful. A girl who broke free and saved herself, falling for a princess who loved her equally in return.

As the final note rang out, Patton was surprised to feel tears on his cheeks. He leapt to his feet, clapping as hard as he could.

Thomas rose to his feet and the noise quieted. “Patton will now deliberate -”

“No.”

“No?” Thomas asked, turning to his son. “What do you mean?”

“You told me to follow my heart.” Patton said. “My heart has already chosen.”

Thomas gave his son a smile. “By all means, who has won your heart?”

“Sir Virgil.” Patton said. Cheers erupted from the crowd, but he held up a hand. “Master Logan. And Roman.”

Whispers began to spread through the crowd.

“What does this mean?”

“Can he do that?”

Thomas put a hand on Patton’s shoulder, turning to the crowd once more. “My son has chosen! Virgil, Logan, Roman. If you will join us in the throne room.”

The three men glanced at each other before nodding, allowing the Captain to lead them away.

“Thank you all for joining us.” Thomas said as Patton hurried after the men. He started to make his way to the castle. “I will see you all at the Grand Feast!”

By the time Thomas entered the throne room, the four men were all talking at once. When they noticed his presence, they silenced immediately.

Sir Virgil stepped forward. At Thomas’s nod, he spoke. “You wanted Patton to choose who was best for him.”

“And he made that decision. Each of you came to me with concerns. Each of you cares deeply for my son.” Thomas smiled at the group. “Patton has always had a big heart. I believe it is big enough for three.”

Patton looked at the three of them. “I know it is early to say this, but I love you. All of you.”

There was a split second of silence before Virgil darted into Patton’s arms. Roman followed suit, sighing as Logan wrapped his arms around all of them.

Thomas watched the scene, knowing that his son had made the perfect choice.

[xxmoonduskxx]

Sleepy

His boss fight music would have to be something with electric guitar in there so these fit perfectly

MV!Sleepy

MV's would have to be webcore/breakcore of some kind perchance. but the main factor is chaos

Insomnia

same with MV, the main factor is chaos because they're both little fucking gremlins

Noah

Noah's could honestly be any COTL soundtrack but something akin to these two specifically..

Val

Yes I know these are the only songs I've put that have had lyrics so far but. I couldn't find any lyric-less casino vibe songs.. cut me some slack here

if some of ur characters were bossfights, what existing songs do u think would resemble the song that plays as boss music?

YEAS

IVE HAD THIS PLANNED OUT FOR SO LONG LET ME GO GRAB THE SONG LINKS >:D

[im-the-king-of-the-ocean]

whirl you KNOCKED ME DEAD OUT OF WATER with that scenario

So, I’m assuming that means you want more?  Perchance in fic form?

Cause I did A Thing 😈

(for everyone else, here’s the post this is based on) 

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“Snap out of it, Tobes!”  Jim twists and struggles, but fails to escape the magical tendrils slowly constricting tighter and tighter around his body.  “This isn’t you!”

“Isn’t it, though?”  Toby laughs.  His voice doesn’t sound like his own anymore.  That almost makes him feel something, but he subdues the emotion before it can truly come to pass.  “You wouldn’t know, would you, Jimbo,” the once precious nickname leaves Toby’s lips as a venomous taunt.  “Because you LEFT!” he roars.

“I had to!  Tobes, the trolls–”

“Needed you?” Toby snaps.  “I needed you.”

A new wave of pain, of anguish, washes over him.  Toby has tried to hold it back, hold it in, bury it so deep he would never have to feel it, but he can’t.  Not anymore.  Whatever prison he built inside himself to keep the aching at bay, it’s broken into ruins now.  The sorrow washes over him every second of every day.  A steady pulse keeping perfect time with his heartbeat.

It’s agony.

But it is agony growing up knowing his parents, the two people who are always supposed to be there for him, are forever gone.  It is agony knowing, as each year passes, his Nana grows that much older, her life that much shorter.

It is agony when Jim, his one constant, his rock, his very foundation leaves him.

Because Toby doesn’t matter to Jim, right?  Not like Jim matters to him.  Jim has others to depend on, to lean on.  Others who listen to him, who see him.

Jim has…

Toby settles back against his throne of dark, glinting emeralds.  He snaps his fingers.  Jim screams.  Not because Toby hurt him.  He’ll never do that.  Despite everything, Toby still cares for his best friend.  But he will make him understand.

“Now, you will see, Jimbo,” Toby speaks in a calm voice.  He glares coldly down at the one he summoned to his and Jim’s presence.  A whisper in the back of his head screams for him to stop before it’s too late, before he does something there is truly no going back from.  Toby ignores it.  Because, once he does this, then Jim will truly, truly understand his pain.

He commands the magic around Barbara to constrict.  “What it feels like to not have a mother.”

[mincepiechallenge]

William Shakespeare - Twelfth Night

From one giant of literature to another - and we’ve only at Day 2 of this challenge! - we reach the bard himself: William Shakespeare.

Even in Tudor times, mince pies were a festive favourite - though the early versions of this Yuletide treat leave something to be desired, with the recipe calling for mutton (representing the shepherds in the nativity story) alongside the same mysterious mixture of spiced fruit we enjoy today. This version was, in my imagination at least, absolutely foul! 

Whether Shakespeare was a fan is anybody's guess (I feel he probably was) but he did include them in comedy 'The Twelfth Night' - notably in this scene of comic relief when ribald uncle, Sir Toby Belch, stays up boozing with Sir Andrew Aguecheek...

ACT II; Scene ii

SIR ANDREW: Life, or so they say, consists of nought but eating and drinking.

SIR TOBY BELCH: Thou'rt a scholar. Let us therefore eat and drink. I say! A stoup of wine!

[Enter FOOL]

FOOL: And perchance a mince pie, o’er which to enjoy thy stoup? 

SIR ANDREW: Nay, ne'er truer a Fool were e're seen! Though a mince pie would indeed be a sweet accompaniment to our merriment, by my troth, it is the twelfth night after crimbo and all pies will have become stale; harder, indeed, than thy thick skull!  Faith, thy truly art a fookin’ prat!

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Bbc news Las mujeres de GB ganan 4x400m de bronce en el Mundial para terminar el Campeonato con seis medallas

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Toby Harries fell as he tried to pass the baton to Rabah Yousif within the males's 4x400m

Britain ended the World Athletics Championships with five medals - their worst total since the three they obtained at Helsinki 2005.

It regarded as if they would match their tally from 2017 when the ladies's 4x400m team had been upgraded to bronze after Jamaica's disqualification.

Nevertheless it modified into as soon as overturned on allure because the final day ended in GB disappointment.

Their males's 4x400m team had earlier did no longer enact their bustle after a changeover error.

The United States obtained the bustle as they done top of the medal desk with 14 golds.

Golds for Dina-Asher Smith within the 200m and Katarina Johnson-Thompson within the heptathlon, plus a silver for Asher-Smith within the 100m and two 4x100m silvers intended Britain done sixth within the desk.

The 10-day match, the build the highlight has fallen onsome low attendancesand theban for coach Alberto Salazaras essential as on the wearing action, ended by being hailed asthe "easiest now we admire ever had"by manner of athletic performance by IAAF chief Lord Coe.

Re-are living coverage of day 10 at World Championships

BBC to air next two World Championships

Calamity strikes British males's quartet

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Baton anguish for GB as USA clutch 4x400m gold

Britain admire historically obtained medals within the 4x400m relays at World Championships, however that spin got right here to an stop on Sunday.

The British ladies, medal winners on this match within the past seven editions, struggled within the final.

Laviai Nielsen modified into as soon as fourth when she took the baton on the final leg and must peaceable no longer terminate the outlet on Poland, Jamaica and runaway leaders USA, who took gold.

Britain had been temporarily moved into bronze station when Jamaica had been disqualified for a relate in terms of their changeover station, forward of that resolution modified into as soon as reversed.

"We ran our socks off this day, each and every single thought to be one of us. We wanted that medal so, so badly," said third-leg runner Emily Diamond.

"That is the fastest now we admire spin in many years, it surpasses the Olympics, and I train we are going to provide the chance to be jubilant with ourselves."

As for the British males, their final modified into as soon as over when Toby Harries slipped over as he tried at quit to Rabah Yousif on the third leg. Jamaica took silver and Belgium obtained bronze.

"Or no longer it is a exhausting capsule to swallow having medalled within the past," said Yousif.

"It modified into as soon as the upright time to aim something new, it is a exhausting lesson to be taught however we pass on from right here."

Cheruiyot on hearth in 1500m final

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Cheruiyot romps house to settle 1500m gold

In other locations at the Khalifa Global Stadium in Doha, Germany's European long jump champion Malaika Mihambo added the enviornment title with a blinding third-spherical effort of seven.30m - the 12th longest distance of all time.

Ukraine's European silver medallist Maryna Bekh-Romanchuk got right here second with 6.92m and Nigeria's Ese Brume, fifth at Rio 2016, leapt to 6.91m to train bronze.

Briton Abigail Irozuru, who returned to the game final season having retired three years ago, done seventh with 6.64m. Team-mate and Beijing 2015 silver medallist Shara Proctor got right here 11th.

Timothy Cheruiyot, 23, claimed 1500m gold with thought to be one of essentially the most efficient performances of these championships.

The Kenyan, who has obtained 11 of his final 12 Diamond League races, moved to the entrance within the hole lap and held that result in settle in three minutes 29.26 seconds.

Algeria's Taoufik Makhloufi took silver and Poland's Marcin Lewandowski situation a national yarn of 3: 31.46 as he done in bronze station. Norway's European champion Jakob Ingebrigtsen modified into as soon as fourth.

There had been non-public bests for fifth-placed Briton Jake Wightman (3: 31.87) and his sixth-placed compatriot Josh Kerr (3: 32.52). Wightman's station modified into as soon as the most life like likely a Briton has done on this match since Steve Cram and Steve Ovett in 1983. Neil Gourley modified into as soon as 11th.

"I train I must peaceable be celebrating and no longer disappointed, however I train it modified into as soon as plenty nearer than I thought it modified into as soon as going to be for the medals," said Wightman.

"It would possibly possibly presumably perchance well admire taken actually a tiny petite bit bigger than I had, however that's essentially the most efficient I would possibly presumably perchance give this day and I'm jubilant with ending fifth peaceable in that extra or much less field.

"If you spin a PB you can't whinge because I've delivered my easiest performance at the excellent time, so I will happily clutch that and work into the iciness into next season."

Grenada's Peters wins gold as Kirt retires

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World Athletics Championships: Joshua Cheptegei wins 10,000m gold

USA's Nia Ali, silver medallist at Rio 2016, claimed 100m hurdles gold with a non-public easiest of 12.34 seconds. World yarn holder and compatriot Kendra Harrison clinched silver forward of Jamaica's Danielle Williams.

Grenadian 21-yr-gentle Anderson Peters took javelin gold with 86.89m. Pre-match current Magnus Kirt, who has twice thrown further than 90m this yr, took silver. The Estonian retired afflict forward of his sixth throw.

German Johannes Vetter, fourth at the Rio Olympics, obtained bronze.

Joshua Cheptegei, second to Briton Mo Farah at London 2017, obtained 10,000m gold in 26 minutes 48.36 seconds.

The Ugandan obtained the easier of Ethiopia's Yomif Kejelcha in a jog enact. Kenya's Rhonex Kipruto clinched bronze.

USA dominate the medal desk - and the sprints

With fine 9 months to pass till the Tokyo Olympics, the united states enact these championships with four extra gold medals than they obtained at London 2017.

Their 14 golds had been 9 bigger than second-placed Kenya and their total of 29 modified into as soon as nearly three events bigger than any various nation managed.

Among the many highlights modified into as soon as Dalilah Muhammad bettering her bear world yarn within the 400m hurdles - which BBC pundit and outdated skool Olympic champion Michael Johnson said modified into as soon as his current second of the championships - and sprinter Allyson Felix breaking Usain Poke's yarn for just a few World Championship gold medals.

Felix obtained her 12th within the 4x400m combined relay and her 13th within the ladies's match - even supposing she did no longer truly bustle in Sunday's final - all 11 months after giving starting up.

After picking up fine one one gold medal within the males's sprinting events in London two years ago, the Individuals head house with five out of a that it is likely you'll presumably perchance train of seven golds.

It modified into as soon as the excellent tally since the six sprinting golds obtained by the US at the 2007 championships in Osaka, a yr forward of the begin of Jamaican Poke's decade of dominance at the 2008 Beijing Olympics.

Christian Coleman, who obtained the males's 100m, and 200m winner Noah Lyles build apart in performances in Doha that suggest they'll be the ones to beat for some time to advance in a sport that's peaceable trying to obtain the athlete who will clutch over from the charismatic Poke as its leading gentle.

'Assign judgement till after Tokyo' - diagnosis

BBC Sport's Saj Chowdhury in Doha:

Sure, that is the worst performance at a World Championships in 14 years, however it undoubtedly modified into as soon as arguably worse two years ago when Mo Farah modified into as soon as the order particular particular person medallist as Britain done with six medals.

Dina Asher-Smith and Katarina Johnson-Thompson had been touted as medallists - they delivered and extra. Had Laura Muir averted injury all via the season then who knows what she would possibly presumably perchance need done within the 1500m.

Then there modified into as soon as the unsuccessful allure to overturn Gash Miller's capacity medal-worthwhile 'no throw' within the hammer, Holly Bradshaw's fourth station within the pole vault and Adam Gemili's advance miss within the 200m.

For British Athletics it is all in regards to the Olympic cycle, so set judgement till after Tokyo.

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'Favourites create no longer continuously bring' - Ali wins 100m hurdles gold

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[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Amy’s Choice”

HE HAS A PONYTAIL!

CHOP IT OFF CHOP IT OFF CHOP IT OFF!!

I love Eleven...

I love how awkward everyone is sitting on the bench.

What?

They all had the same dream then...

I’ve heard that weird music before...

Deja vu?

*starts singing “It’s Tricky” by Run DMC*

“STOP TALKING TO ME WHEN I’M CROSS!”

Oh crap...

THOSE STUPID BIRDS!!

Yes, the accurate response to old people watching them is “Let’s go poke them with a stick.”  But of course

“Can we not do the running thing?”  I need to use that excuse more for Quidditch conditioning.

TOBY JONES!!!

CULVERTON SMITH!!!!

Well he did have a space dog.  It wasn’t purple though.

GOD THOSE STUPID BIRDS!!

HECK NOOOO!!!

Why is the Doctor wearing that sweater?

Oh my God, Toby Jones...

“You die, stupid, that’s why it’s called reality.”

Oh cue the Z snap for Amy!

“Bowties are cool.”  Heck yeah!

Awww, Rory!

Yeah, I’m with Rory.  How does something burn cold?

GOD DAMMIT THOSE STUPID BIRDS!!

Uh, nothing bad can ever happen?  Rory, look at your ponytail.

Is that the BBC Quarry?

Everyone throws Rory under the bus.  Guys...

AAAAAHHHHH THERE’S EYEBALLS IN THEIR MOUTHS!!!

Rory’s like “Oh God I hit an old lady!”

OH MY GOD NOOOO DON’T FALL ASLEEP NOW!!

Toby Jones, stop.

The Poncho Boys!!

Pointy Nose?

No we can’t do Baby Dreams now!!

Man this is like “Night of the Living Dead” with this Leadworth color palette except the zombies have been replaced by old people.

Why is he [Dream Lord] dressed like that?

Roll credits!  *ding*

How did the Doctor learn how to drive?

Is that a weed hacker?

Is he gonna chop off the ponytail?  YES!

Nooooooo.....

So marks the first time Rory dies on Doctor Who

So it’s like “Perchance to Dream” from BTAS but it’s two dreams...

God, Toby Jones, stop doing that.

Yaay the TARDIS noise!

EVERYTHING WAS A DREAM!

AND YOU GET A DREAM!  AND YOU GET A DREAM!  AND YOU GET A DREAM!

Where did the psychic pollen come from?

(Amy and Rory kiss) Yaaayyyy!!  Finally!

Whaaattt??