Things That Rhyme with Time

To rule time is to rule the world, but time will have no master. I'll be here, ticking on, while you fade faster, and faster.

[master-of-creativity]

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

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

This was war, clock. This was war.

[ticktockalarmclock]

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

[thedoobiefaerie]

Tony knew Bell had apologized, which was all well and good, but some things were just a tad hard to let go. Abusing his ability that time could be anywhere, at any time at all~ Tony stepped around Bell's room with vague interest, poking and prodding at this and that, before-- Ah yes. Right on time! The alarm clock started up, loud, blaring, and not at all a pleasing noise. The majority in the house hold could probably hear the racket.

>Welcome to the den of dildos, Tony.

>Both Bell and Tavros are fast asleep, the small frog curled up inside the troll’s jacket, arms, and some quilts. It’s not enough to muffle the sudden klaxon noises coming from right beside their bed.

>Bell shrieks, startled awake and now panicking. They struggle out of Tav’s coat (the troll in question shot up and covered his ears) and flop onto the floor, screaming variations of “WHAT THE FRICK FRACK SNICK SNACK” at the alarm.

>The underwear-clad frog is just aware enough to take a javelin from their sylladex and lob it at Tony, though it misses by a mile. They fall back on their ass and, as if they’ve given up, cover their tympanums until the clock man disappears.

>Oh god now the babies are crying.

[thedoobiefaerie]

>If Tony wants animate inanimate objects, he should check out one of Bell’s vibes. No seriously the entire front wall of their bedroom is a shelf for displaying Bell’s extensive Bad Dragon collection. Shudder to think of what a DHMIS would be like starring one of those.

>Bell croaks as if hungover, blearily getting to their feet. “Oh my god the floor is so cold what is wrong with you-” they yawn, fumbling for another javelin and dropping it. “The kids’re mostly nocturnal, you shit.”

[ticktockalarmclock]

Tony was doing his best to ignore all of that. All of that. All of th-- good god all mighty, was he doing his best. He came here for a bit of humor and revenge, not to be distracted with how much therapy this frog needed.

And how much he probably needed now.

"Well obviously what is wrong with you," You being the floor, as Tony taunted that run on sentence, "is that it's cold. Don't ask questions you know the answer too." He remained in place as they bumbled around, not at all hiding his amusement. Hands clasped behind his back and heels together, relatively calm, all things considered.

[aprimreaper]

+Time

[aprimreaper]

"I see…you’re an embodiment of time itself, then." she marveled, quite impressed. Whether or not he actually was would be revealed eventually, surely, but why be a skeptic when you could politely believe?

"Quite true, about the importance of time…I myself am a grim reaper, and keep it quite thoroughly…specifically, I mind endings the most, and ensure they’re kept to their intended points on the line. I trust that we’ve done a satisfactory job, sir?"

[ticktockalarmclock]

Politely believing was the better choice. Reacting otherwise would have ended terribly for her eardrums, given Tony's shoddy patience in being questioned.

"I don't know, have you?" Inquired the ticking male, "Death is out of my hands, after all, I am just a clock." Granted, The End was still a vague part of time, but time of death, and every second up to it dealt with time The End, and how it was dealt with then after, was not something Tony meddled with. He had enough things to juggle, playing keeper to a grim reaper, and the copious amounts of various bodies the task took on, was not in his ball field. 

[creative-handmaid]

   Well, she definitely got more than she needed in his answer. These were things she already knew— things she should have expected him to say, but she supposed… she had hoped he could offer something better to her. Papier did not see a point in the scheduling or organization, frankly. She would much rather have been left to thrive in the chaos and anarchy; she felt it would heighten her ability to be creative. Who needed time, anyways? Who was to say what needed to be done at what time of day?

   The pastel-haired woman sipped her tea again and  glanced over at Tony, then back towards the window. “You’ve given me the same rhyme before, I understand order, but is there more at the core? There has to be some better purpose for time than keeping us in line. A free schedule, would that be a crime? Instead of bath time, we all have some key lime. Would that be so bad? When more enjoyment could be had?”

   She knew she shouldn’t have been challenging his words, but the emptiness in the pit of her stomach left plenty of room for faux bravado and in turn, more than enough time for stupid questions. Yes, stupid, because she knew his answer already. She knew how he was and how he would continue to be, with no faith that his ways would ever reverse. Then again, neither would hers. So why… why, why, why did she bother with these questions? Who knew. Boredom, perhaps.

   ”To me,” She pressed on, “It seems like time is an illusion we could do without.”

[ticktockalarmclock]

...she's sick, Tony, spare the poor soul. His expression is forced, but remains a pleasant smile. Again, she's sick, and he wasn't going to berate her diseased ignorance. 

"Without me, where would we be? There would be no night, nor day- when would we meet? Who's to say! How would one age? When is one born? How is this complicated? How are you so torn?" Tony laced his fingers and dug his nails into the back of his gloves.

"What about the days of the week? The months, the years, and history? Time shouldn't be that complex for you, it's obvious, exact, no mystery!" seriously, woman, get with the program! Tony spoke in a manner that could only be described as, 'duh.' While he was doing his damndest to be polite due to her state, he was still talking down to her, as if she were a child.

"Time is NO ILLUsION! There is no living without it! That is literal, that is a fact. There is never a free schedule. Things are planned, whether you meant for it or not, it has been written in one way or another." 

[master-of-creativity]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ticktockalarmclock]

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

Pleased as peaches.

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

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

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

[corvus-superbia]

No time to dawdle, to beat around the bush. Tony casually takes the foot of Crowley's blankets in hand, rips them off the bed, and proceeds to wake him to the soft, soothing tunes of a buzzing alarm, "Good morning."

Crowley glared at the other man as he was so rudely awoken, and flung his pillow at him in exasperation.

"Jesus…I heard you the first bloody time!”

((oh god no this m!a is just going to make so many things complicated cROWLEY SO MANY PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE MAD AT YOU))

[ticktockalarmclock]

"such a temper, what a mess. No time for whining, get up, get dressed." Tony tossed the pillow back onto the bed after catching it, then proceeded to clap his hands together in a 'chop chop' like manner. 

"You cannot sleep all day!" scolded the clock, even though it was still rather early in the morning, "Bush your teeth, comb your hair, wash your face, hurry along now."

[thedoobiefaerie]

Tony knew Bell had apologized, which was all well and good, but some things were just a tad hard to let go. Abusing his ability that time could be anywhere, at any time at all~ Tony stepped around Bell's room with vague interest, poking and prodding at this and that, before-- Ah yes. Right on time! The alarm clock started up, loud, blaring, and not at all a pleasing noise. The majority in the house hold could probably hear the racket.

>Welcome to the den of dildos, Tony.

>Both Bell and Tavros are fast asleep, the small frog curled up inside the troll’s jacket, arms, and some quilts. It’s not enough to muffle the sudden klaxon noises coming from right beside their bed.

>Bell shrieks, startled awake and now panicking. They struggle out of Tav’s coat (the troll in question shot up and covered his ears) and flop onto the floor, screaming variations of “WHAT THE FRICK FRACK SNICK SNACK” at the alarm.

>The underwear-clad frog is just aware enough to take a javelin from their sylladex and lob it at Tony, though it misses by a mile. They fall back on their ass and, as if they’ve given up, cover their tympanums until the clock man disappears.

>Oh god now the babies are crying.

[ticktockalarmclock]

Well that went according to plan. Not that there was a plan, but it wasn’t like anyone else knew.

A rather smug expression dragged across Tony’s face, watching the weapon sail on by, giving it a brief wave as if it was sentient. Maybe he was just used to inanimate objects being animated. 

"I would go on my usual spiel, but, a happy couple such as yourselves should know sleeping in is but a myth’s appeal.” 

[caramelovu]

I like this part bc of harry~ uvu

and then again manny did something related to breaking the laws of physics 

manny u cute dork \(*´ u ’ *)/

[glasseyedtoymaker]

*Just look at the time, it is getting late. That's terrible of you, let's wake up at eight! Hope you're fond of loud alarm clock noises, Wanda, because Tony is introducing you to the wonderful tune.*

Eight is too quick!  Eight is too soon!  She’d much rather wake up in the afternoon!  Blanket over her head, she’d stay in bed!  And rather not listen to your tune!

Blanket pulled firmly over her head using one hand, the other is currently finding objects to throw at the clock.  Go away, you loud thing!  She needs her rest!  It’s never too late to fall back asleep!  Away, you ticking fiend!

[glasseyedtoymaker]

Blast it!  The damn clock wouldn’t take a hint!  Wanda threw off her blanket and jumped to her feet; at least the good thing about such a rude awakening was that she was now completely wide awake!  And a bit ticked off, no pun intended.

"Yes, yes, I’m awake now, you silly thing!  Now could you please go away so I can try going back to sleep?  Go annoy some other poor sleeping individual, if you will!"

[ticktockalarmclock]

Rise and shine~

"The sun is up, and so should you be. Really now, I am just helping, yet here you are, yipping and yelping." The alarm died off when she finally got to her feet, nothing but a forgotten echo, replaced by ticking.

"Don't get mad at me for keeping you alive. Putting on a face, acting deprived. Tut, tut. It's time to be awake! I'm not letting you make a mistake."

[master-of-creativity]

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

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

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

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

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

[ticktockalarmclock]

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

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

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

You're ruffling my suit.

[ticktockalarmclock]

((Neato 0u0))

[ticktockalarmclock]

((By the by, would you mind liking this if you're chill with Tony popping in on your muse to wake them up in the morning? Need to er, be more active with more people, and I'm a tad bit on the shy side.

Or if you want him forcing your muse to bath/eat/whatever. Feel free to specify.))

[master-of-creativity]

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

[master-of-creativity]

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

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

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

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

[ticktockalarmclock]

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

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

[glasseyedtoymaker]

*Just look at the time, it is getting late. That's terrible of you, let's wake up at eight! Hope you're fond of loud alarm clock noises, Wanda, because Tony is introducing you to the wonderful tune.*

Eight is too quick!  Eight is too soon!  She’d much rather wake up in the afternoon!  Blanket over her head, she’d stay in bed!  And rather not listen to your tune!

Blanket pulled firmly over her head using one hand, the other is currently finding objects to throw at the clock.  Go away, you loud thing!  She needs her rest!  It’s never too late to fall back asleep!  Away, you ticking fiend!

[ticktockalarmclock]

Aw, how adorable, she thinks he’ll stop. Au contraire! Tony tips one way, then the other, avoiding the projectiles. All the while the racket grows louder, and louder. A shame if hounds were nearby, or some other equally terrible beasty. All because you didn’t wake up, tsk tsk.

Then again, perhaps the noise would scare them off, who knew? Would you like to test it?

[ticktockalarmclock]

1, 4, 18, 27, 59

1:Do you have a crush at the moment?

No.

4:Have you ever changed for someone?

Yes.

18:What do you consider a deal breaker?

Nothing and everything all in one,Once you figure that, you've already won.

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

I do not regret the decisions I have made.I've made peace with the past, with time, the pain fades.

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

Really now, what do you think?I'm a clock, I do not forget important dates.

[ticktockalarmclock]

((Friend made a Notebook /o/ Go badger them, please.))