#I think it's the generic early 2000's vibe her face and hair give off in a medieval-esque setting aldhgljg

[anoteofcalcium]

Camellia is carrying me my Demon playthrough 😔

(Alt. Title: Camellia and her gross Little Freak)

[cowabungacafe]

hi! could i request a tmnt matchup please? i'm rather short (1,60cm), chubby, and i look like a mix of 90's grunge and early 2000 emo. i'm anti-authority, and i am a leader, not a follower. if i don't think that a rule makes sense, or is useful, i'm not going to follow it. however, i'm mostly pretty obedient, and i don't cause much trouble. some people see me as a big brother type of person, because i protect and support when needed, and i have a 'caretaker' type persona. i can succeed at everything i *want* to succeed at, the rest doesn't interest me. i present myself as incredibly confident, hella sassy, sarcastic and like i don't have a care in the world, even though i'm really sensitive, introverted, kinda timid and insecure. i cry a lot over small things, and beat myself up relentlessly when i make mistakes. in general, i don't think highly of myself at all, but l would never outright admit that, or speak up. i just really hate having to trust someone with my emotions. i love making people around me laugh, it makes me really happy. i can be a bit petty, and teasing, but only in a joking manner. i actually get flustered really easily, and i never initiate anything, even though i adore physical affection of any kind. what most people are surprised by is my fair and unbiased way of judging. i stand up for anyone who is treated unfairly, even if i have to stand my own against authority (which makes me incredibly nervous). then again, i'm unable to protect myself, and i just quietly take everything that is said to me. i get scared really easily, and i'm afraid of being hit or yelled at. hope this was okay♡

My oh my! I have to admit this was pretty hard. And i thought about this for one whole day and then it hit me who im gonna match u up with. Thank you for requesting, i hope you got who you wanted.

The above gif is the vibe you gave me and also i love this gif

I match you with

Raphael

Why i matched you with your result

You are leaderly and hardly wanna be a follower and an anti-authority, which resonates with raphs rebel vibes. If there's a rule that you think is wrong, you dont follow it no matter what. Just like raph, if raph thinks there some rules that literaly have no meaning he wont follow it and none can make him.

You show as if you are tough and dgaf about the world but deep down you're just a soft plushie baby who needs to be hugged tightly, same as raph, raph shows as if he doesn't care about this world and often talks about leaving his bros and starting his life separately, but the truth is quite opposite. He is very insecure and he thinks he doesn't deserve his bros.He cares and loves his brothers and the world deeeeply and can't think of a live without them. He says those stuff to maintain the "hardcore" persona. He too carries the sarcastic and sassy af vibe.

You will help someone and anyone in need no matter what the circumstances, even if its one man vs the world. Raph too will fight the demons if he have to to save someone he thinks is in need.

Just like you, raph too shows as if he doesn't get shy but thats not true, he is just a soft cinnamon roll in "badboy" skin. So any type of physical touch makes this red bandana mutant a full on tomato. Yes he is that flustered.

Raph is the most sarcastic of the brothers(i just checked that from the tmnt wiki)and will always go around throwing petty snarky comments on his smart-brain brothers(leo and donnie especially lol) so here too you resonate with him.

Raph is a pretty good brother i like to think even more reasonable than leo (as he argued with leo why mikey doesnt get a vote on the secrecy of purple ooze). Maybe thats why mikey is seen around raph more bcus raph too gives those protective big brother who may come off as harsh but will listen to your problems with open ears. (Maybe thts why he became the eldest brother in rottmnt). Here too you match with him.

Raph is reluctant on telling someone about his emotions as he thinks it will hamper his hardcore mode, until you came( read along the random hcs )

Although considered the hothead of the group, raphs sense of judgement isnt that far behind fron leos.

After mikey, raph is probably the second jokester, maybe not on the same level of mikey but pretty snarky and petty jokes lol.

Sometimes he breaks down when he realises that how the decision he took was wrong and how much it has affected not only him but his near and dear ones too. Like in the 2016, the stealing of the purple ooze from the police hqs made their existence known and April and Casey were taken into custody.

Random headcanons of both of you when together

Your first meeting is prolly when he was out on a patrol and saw u trying save an old lady who was getting mugged. He was watching from the rooftop the whole time, of how you advanced and told the robber to leave her alone with apparently no weapon in hand, until he came down when he felt like its showtimee!!

When you find some fault in Leo's plan/strategy you point them out right away and raph cant help but admire you and mouth the word "thats my girl", finally he has someone to back his ass up.

Your leadership qualities are excellent and even sensei confirmed that and raphs chest grew 4 inches wider with a permanent grin on his face and sending snarky looks towards leo, who is just rolling their eyes away.

Though he is usually the tough guy, but with you its a whole different thing. He shows a diff side to you, the side not many has witnessed. He is usually soft and goofy around you, if you're tired he will bring some food over at your place or just take you out for a lil dinner on the rooftops. He will spoil you with things you like.

He knows that you're pretty sensitive and flinch and gets scared of scolding or yelling(he knew it from the first time he had a fight with you and he raised his voice then suddenly he saw your eyes filling up with tears. From then on, he is always careful around you)

Everytime you cry whether be it a sad movie or someone which made you cry, he will cuddle with you and cradle you while brushing your hair and humming some lullaby which sensei used to sing to him.

[anteroom-of-death]

Life, For Dummies p4

a/n: any one out here wilding? i’m just vibing and writing comes when you ave zero braincells left...

Waking up was a struggle, you’d never slept that deeply or that well. The combination between a long, hot shower and Earth-shattering sex made it all too easy to sleep. You were so, so sore, but it was good. You admitted you hadn’t been fucked like that, heavens, at all if not for a long while. You looked at the large mirror across from your bed, lifting up your shirt. You had a few book-related bruises. 

Stretching and feeling out the fact that you obviously didn’t have your sea legs yet. Your knees and thighs were wobbling and weak.

Then you caught it in the reflection. The collar- your collar. You half- thought it was just a fever dream. But it was real, and it’s weight was light but suddenly very noticable. The ring pressed against your larynx, the bow at the back felt oddly graceful as you flexed your neck to get a better look. 

You finally allowed yourself to cry- this was what dreams were made of. (hey now, hey now!) You were exhausted already, you were happy. You felt light years away from where you were before the Master whisked you away. Hell, the last time you saw the Doctor seemed just a memory. 

So much had changed. You felt completely different. Yes, you had all your same traits, likes and dislikes. But a week with the Master? Chaotic, mind blowing, devastating, beautiful, enriching and most of all, beyond your wildest dreams and even your deepest darkest wishes.

You definitely were different. The collar around your throat and the bruises and sore, stiff muscles proved you were. Not only were you having a tea party with the Devil, but you were the Devil’s whore. 

It was wicked, and all too amazing. He treated you well for the most part. Very well. For only knowing you a week, he seemed to harbor no true ill will. 

You got dressed and wracked your brain, reconciling everything finally and putting thoughts in boxes where they needed to go. It was slow, but needed. And time really did not matter anymore. You splashed yourself with cold water from the sink and prepared yourself mentally for outside your solitary walls. You had no clue what was waiting outside and you needed to put yourself out of any more revieries that might pop up. You had a lot of thoughts, and a lot of places to add up. Obviously, pro and con lists were out of the questions these days.

You supposed if this was a standard exchange of power, that rules and limits would be in place, but there was already the imbalance of aliens with knowledge of all of history, time travel, and space. Humans were simpler and had an equal footing. Therefore it was always up for debate.

You were halfway through finishing your daily SPF and thought about what if’s. Where was this all going? You couldn’t ask, obviously. He made it all up as he went along as much, if not more than the Doctor.

Poor Doctor, you allowed yourself to think, picks you up from your mundane routine only for you to better fit in with her best enemy. 

Her loss, his gain.

Things added up, morals and ethics wise. The Doctor could be just as callous and just as insane, yet hid behind the greater good. She was a spoonful of sugar whereas he was castor oil. Twin sides of a coin…

You shook yourself from these thoughts. Too much to process in one morning for you, especially without caffeine to mainline. 

You finished up and made your way out after stretching and taking a few excedrin you found rattling around the medicine chest. This TARDIS was incredibly intuitive and even materialised all your usual products you used. Or maybe the Master read your mind and supplied them. Either way, it was a big help…

You made your way out and sat down to an already piping hot mug of coffee and a tinkering Master. Your heart and stomach gave a flutter. You rolled your eyes at your over-eagerness.

“You’re finally up, I was worried that I’d have to physically go in there…”

You sloshed into yourself, “How long was I actually asleep?”

“19 hours. I think that qualifies as a coma with you humans.” 

“I obviously needed to sleep.” You talked into your coffee mug. It tasted good. Strong, a little crunchy, very much the perfect cup you didn’t have to add anything to.

“Mmn, you made this?” You asked, pointing to the mug held loft in your hand.

“Of course, I know how to make coffee, spent years on the Outback of Australia, I got bored, I know how to be perfect at everything…”

“Yeah, sure, perfect at everything.” You rolled eyes again, this time at him. 

“I am the Master.”

“Alright, alright.” You gave a concessional hand. You stared into your coffee and contemplated breakfast. You weren’t usually a big fan of eating in the morning, but all things considered you scraped yourself away from the coffee and started looking through the cupboards to see if anything was appealing to you in the moment. Nothing seemed terribly tasty so you just grabbed a bowl of random cereal and some sort of liquid you assumed was oat milk by the scent. 

You felt his eyes studying your back the entire time, you didn’t know if it was in an observational manner or just perversely taking a peek at your backside. 

“You like the show?” You demanded jokingly. 

“Of course, pet…” He leaned back and placed the device he had down. It was a long silver and gold rod with three prongs at the tip. “I see my pretty little pet has found her pretty little treat.” He went over and flipped a strand of your hair and fingered the collar at your neck before stroking at your sternum. He smiled down and flexed his lips open. The lighting made his teeth glitter dangerously. 

The dim lighting really brought out a beautiful tone to his lips. You tried to return to your cereal, but you pecked him on the cheek and steered yourself to a seated position. Temptation could take a temporary back burner. You had to get some semblance of nutrition into you.

He joined you at the table. 

“I was thinking of a few ideas, but I wanted your input.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, really, I can more than enough make my own choices, but to spice it up, why not get some feedback? What chaos shall be wrought today?” He bent over the table, disregarding the personal space needed to eat a bowl of cereal and let actual brain-processing happen. 

“What all did you have in mind?” You scooted back infinitesimally and tried to finish breakfast quickly. 

He quickly pointed to some post-it notes, “Here’s the name of an intergalactic crime boss who owes me a few favors, figured we could go and rough him up until he squeals, giving me the powerful weaponry we all know he has. Or, here’s a plan to visit a certain set of pepper pots and make some deals that most definitely will backfire, but it would be great fun to see them get frustrated and deny the fact that they can get frustrated. Or I was thinking of visiting Earth and teasing Torchwood and UNIT around early 2000’s Cardiff, you know, for funsies. Oh! What if we went back to Raxacoricofallapatorius and destroyed their nursery?” He was spinning around and fluttering between notebooks and sketches including one where he was strangling a person in an army uniform and a handlebar moustache. 

“Jesus, how fast does your brain go?” You massage your temples…

“Too much? Huh? What would you suggest then?” He pouted, placing a hand at his hip and jutting it out.

“Why don’t we just start slow and nothing Earthly? Crime boss seem good? Simple even…” You slurped the milk off the spoon, “But lemme finish Breakfast first!” Pointing it at him, “Slow your roll. Savor the day. Do you Time Lords even sleep?”

“Rarely.” 

“Wow, that explains so much.”

He querched an eyebrow, “And what would that be, love?” The love felt oddly formal, not like being called a pet. 

“I’ve only met two of you, mind, so I might be generalizing...but the high energy. Like... “ You pressed your fingertips together, “Napping? Don’t you enjoy finding a good place to sleep during the day and just sleeping and enjoying the restfulness and sensations of the sun through a window and maybe a breeze if you open it a bit.”

“No, I’d love to try it, sounds pleasurable…”

“And you said that you were the Master of Everything.” You false-scandalized then laughed, cupping his face and smiling at him. It was great. He really made you laugh in one of those cheesy, stupid ways.

“I could punish you for talking down to your Owner…” He teased right back.

“Oooh...dirty.” You gave a salacious wink.

You could feel the “You have no idea…” radiating from his pores.

“Come along, my pet…” He pulled you from the table and over to the console, “We got a crime boss to torture…”

He punched in the coordinates and grabbed his jacket, then pulled you out the door…

You were toasting your success in the newly acquired weapons-room that now belonged to, as he poured you a little more champagne. 

You oddly enjoyed helping torturing the poor sap. He squirmed and you enjoyed him blanching from pain. 

The machine you saw him working on was a laser screw-driver? And he gave it to you as he was attaching some high tech hand-cuffs to the man. He told you that the controls were intuitive and to “give it a whirl...see how that grabs you…” Watching the gross little green man scream and shake around, flushing and pleading- felt good. Felt powerful. It brought you a tingle of pleasure and you could see why the Master was fond of it. The device felt good in your hand and after the second whorl of your wrist, it felt like a natural extension. It felt right to hold it in your hand and be able to grasp such power. 

A bit of sadism? Then champagne? And the thrill of a steal? All felt like an adrenaline rush.

What were you becoming?

A shred of our conscience echoed about the fact that you, obviously, had to kill him, something the Master allowed you to turn into him and avert your eyes as he shrunk his body and flicked it into a drainage gate. He knew your limits and didn’t go past what he knew you could currently take. You grimaced a bit as you heard a tiny clink. That was a tad harsh. 

All in all, a busy day... 

He was busy cataloging and cooing at all the tech he had access to his as he put it “fun, evil plans”...

It was hilarious and so endearing to watch. He was like a kid in a candy shop. Soft, feral, incorrigible. 

You determined that a small nap whilst tipsy and moonstruck was a great gift to yourself. You felt the collar and played idly with the diamond heart until you blacked out. 

You woke up to him watching you. “One of those fabulous little naps you talked of?” He stroked your thigh and massaged the fabric of your shorts. You pulled yourself up and propped yourself up on your elbows and coyly smiled, “Care to join me?” You winked, “Take a walk on the wild side. It’s a real treat. After that...who knows?” You teased him. 

He considered it and then loosened the buttons, and took off his jacket before laying it down and rolling up his sleeves. He laid down and you offered him to slide up to you. He obliged stiffly but soonly gave in. You spotted his chest hair and stared at it for a moment. You then acted, you traced it, mildly twirling your finger in its mass, he shuddered and then left you to continue. You laid down your head on his chest and felt his hearts pounding between two different beats. 

He murmured, “Keep the screwdriver. A little gift. From me to you…” You felt his hearts hitch a bit.

Sighing, you told him, “Relax." You let out a sleepy little moan. You embraced the warmth of his body and soothing echoing in his chest like a whitenoise machine. "You're doing excellent.." The Master eased up and you felt yourself ease up and drift off. You dreamt of falling through water and waves and the scent of fires and musk. You could feel a pair of eyes watching you, but they felt nonjudgmental, just guiding you deeper down. Deeper under the spell of sleep and total darkness. 

[salamanderergfanfictions]

Les Mis, Grantaire crushing on Enjolras, library lost and found, snippets, crack/humor

Grantaire notices Enjolras'--or, who Grantaire knows as 'Really shouty blonde guy who always wears red and drinks far too much caffeine and has no idea how reality works'—coat in the library's lost and found and claims it so he can give it to him.

Or, Grantaire steals clothing for meet-cute reasons.

(...Is what it was going to be, but, SHOCK, I didn’t finish it!  If you want it, drop me a comment first please.)

--

Grantaire will not go into depth about how he knows that is Shouty Blondes' coat, will not bore anyone who is stuck working the same shift (Eponine) or complain into his drink (Joly) or just bring it up randomly (Bossuet, punchy guy at the gym, yoga mom at coffee shop).  It has been in the lost and found for a week, just daring Grantaire to pick it up and return it to the blonde who obviously doesn't miss it since he's been in the library the past two days without asking if anyone's found a beautiful expensive coat the color of a child's toy fire truck.

Maybe he secretly hated the coat; it was a present from distant parents who tried to buy their son's love or an ex who broke his heart, but had really good taste (but obviously not because who would break up with that guy?).

Maybe he hasn't been bothered because the weather's been unseasonably warm this late in Autumn.

Maybe he's just really unobservant and doesn't notice it's missing.

Maybe he's super shy and left the coat there as an excuse to talk to Grantaire.

Grantaire's not admitting which theory he likes the most, but...the coat is really nice, and it's still in the lost and found.  He can only keep it out of Gavroche's sticky fingers for so long, though Eponine has started expressing an interest in it as well.  Grantaire mostly thinks she's kidding.

"What are you doing?"

Eponine shrugs, "Wanted to see how it would fit."

She holds her hands out to the sides, skeletal fingers only just peeking out of the sleeves of the red coat.  The shoulders are a few inches too low, the hem is around her knees, and it's basically like she's drowning in red, dry-clean-only, Italian wool.

"Do you think he'd notice if I walked right past him wearing his own jacket?"

"Probably," Grantaire shrugged. "Take it off, it's weird that you put it on in the first place."

"Why, are you super attracted to me now?"

"Yeah,” Grantaire answered bluntly, “You've cured my gayness, better than Jesus Camp.  10/10, would recommend.”

"Oh please, it's not like I go around trying everything on in the lost and found, we get some real sketchy people in here," She folded the jacket up and placed it back on the counter.  "Plus, he hasn't noticed it's lost, and he hasn't noticed you staring at him.  You fell for the thickest guy on the planet." Eponine took one last look at the table where the blonde and his friends were studying, "Also, the whitest."

Grantaire shot her a look and she rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm just saying, dude's channeling T-Swift."

"Just 'cause he's white, and blonde, and wears red, and has a personal microphone...”

"I bet he writes songs about those who've wronged him.  It'd be about the government and corporations and the library's closing hours and whatever else he likes to rant about."

"Coffee prices," Grantaire added. "And speaking of falling for really thick guys, as I change the subject smoothly, how's Marcus doing?"

Eponine smiled and let her hair cover her face, "Marius, is doing well, thank you for sarcastically asking.  We actually walked together this morning and he bought me coffee."

"Way to go, though you seem to be going backwards in having guys pay for you.  Usually you start with coffee and move towards rent.”

"That was a kind gesture, I was only fifty behind.  He's a sweet boy."

"He's a bleeding heart," Grantaire rolled his eyes.

"He's generous," Eponine insisted.

"He's here," Grantaire pointed to the door, "And he seems to have brought Shouty Blonde's twin sister.”

"What?" Eponine hissed and ducked behind the counter, before realizing how ridiculous that was and popped back up. "Don't say anything."

"Hey, Marco!  Or Marcus!  Eponine's over here!”

"My god, we work in a library, stop shouting," Eponine said quickly, nudging Grantaire hard with a bony elbow.  It got him right in the hipbone and he immediately stopped.

“Ow!  You need to eat more, can you hear your bones rattle every time you take a step?”

“Go bite a curb and die in a gutter, you absolute assh—hi, Marius.”

--

"Oh my god, Marcus—"

"Marius."

"—and Shouty Blonde know each other.”

Eponine huffed, "Shouty Blonde's name is Enjolras."

"What?" Grantaire turned to her, "How do you know that?"

"Marius talks about him sometimes.  He pointed him out to me one morning."

"Then why haven't you hooked a brother up?"

Eponine made a face, "Because I don't know him, and I get the feeling Marius is kinda...scared of him.”

-

"Wait, you know Courfeyrac?"

"I think everyone knows Courfeyrac?” Eponine shrugged.

“Courfeyrac knows everyone," Grantaire corrected.

"No, Bahorel knows everyone."

"Who's Bahorel?"

"Tall guy, super tall—” Eponine raised her hand over her head while standing on her tip-toes.

Grantaire waved his hand, "Everybody is super tall compared to you."

"Shut up, he's tall for a professional basketball player.  And dreads that he ties back with, like, flower scrunchies?  Or actual flowers?  I think I’ve seen both.”

"Oh, shoot, does he have really heinous mustard yellow jeans?"

"Yeah, they make my eyes hurt, but he manages to pull them off so I have respect,” Eponine nodded sagely.

"He's my sparring partner at the gym!" Grantaire exclaimed.

Eponine’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion.

"We spar, punch each other's faces, insult each other, never really exchanged names,” Grantaire said sheepishly, “He calls me Mexican Tom Hardy."

"You're not Mexican.”

"I know," Grantaire said with shrug and left it at that.

Eponine scrutinized him for a few seconds, "I also don't see the resemblance to Tom Hardy."

"I do a really good British accent?"

"No you don't.”

“I could.  If I really cared enough to, I could.”

--

“Hey, Shouty—” Grantaire immediately tries to swallow his words, “Shorty, hey shawty.”

“I’m…taller than you,” Enjolras replied, a puzzled look on his face. “I don’t understand.”

“No, no, Enjolras,” Courfeyrac butted in, a huge grin plastered across his face, “Obviously, this man is a time traveler and has come here from the early 2000’s.  The correct response to his greeting is, ‘It’s your birthday’.”

“But it’s not,” Enjolras said, turning to his friend and then back to Grantaire, “I’m sorry, you have me confused with someone else, it’s not my birthday.”

“Enjolras, no, I just want to hear you say it,” Courfeyrac insisted, fiddling with his phone before pointing it at Enjolras, “Alright, Filipino Shia LeBeouf, do it again.”

“What?” Grantaire started before leaving off in an exasperated huff and pointing to Courfeyrac, “I’m going to give you pass, but only because I have never heard that one before.”

“Combeferre, if you could just drop a beat, I think it will really elevate this,” Courfeyrac moved to stand in front so he could get everyone in the screen, then began pointing, “Okay, Enjolras, when you reply, say it more like ‘birfday’.  It will make me very happy.  Whenever Combeferre starts, that’s your cue to come in.”

“Is this for, like, a school project?” Enjolras asked.

“What kind of beat would you like?” Combeferre asked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, “I’ve been playing around with some new sounds, but I feel like you’re going for a more of the original vibe for this.”

“Original is good, we can do remixes later.”