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Currently thinking about how much Ford tries to hide his hands a lot when he can…behind his back with this stance. Due to how often he’s been bullied for it.

And also, how Mabel is one of the ones who Ford feels happy about showing his hands to because she thought they were cool looking upon first shaking his hand, instead of him being judged for his six fingers.

[ID: Gravity Falls screenshots. The first three are of Ford with his hands crossed behind his back. The last two are of him shaking hands with Mabel, and letting her paint a turkey on his hand. He's smiling in both. End ID.]

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so i saw ur requests be open and i would like to request riddle, leona and jamil with a yunjin fem s/o?? like, the dorm leaders catch her showing grim and the adeuce duo how to do the dance yunjin does in her idle? jfsjshdjsk im sorry i just thought of this and u can feel free to decline anytime!! ur writings r really good,, keep it up and remember to take breaks!! <3

😩 I LOVE THIS IDEA SM AND HHHH YOU CHOSE MY FAV BOIS- And thank you, I'm really happy to know that you enjoy my work! I’d like to apologise in advance if I messed something up regarding Yunjin since there aren't any leaks on her character stories at the time I wrote this :”)

Yunjin's Idle Animation

Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper | Female reader | Headcanons

Riddle takes great pride in the fact that his girlfriend is a woman of immense skill in the visual arts. He feels proud when he overhears other boys talking about her, and feels somewhat jealous when she reciprocates their compliments with a coy smile. While he's happy that she's admired and respected by the school populace, she's his beloved rose and he'll make sure everyone remembers that.

Trey, Cater and the ADeuce duo would beg her to drop by Heartslabyul whenever Riddle is in a bad mood. Her soothing voice and touch are capable of easing him out of his rage, so the moment she steps foot in the dorm, everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

As a former entertainer back in her world, she naturally pays extra attention to Riddle. Whenever he needs to de-stress, he would send a text asking her to see him in Heartslabyul for a private, one-on-one tea party. He'd spill his frustrations to her and she would listen to him with an attentive mind. If she offers to perform a song to help him clear his head, he'd eagerly accept it with a grateful smile.

He would often catch her entertaining others with her dances. There was a time when he couldn't find his staff anywhere in his room and as he went to the lounge to check, he saw her showing Grimm and the ADeuce duo how to do one of her dances with his staff as her prop. She spun his staff around her hands while twirling slowly and then tossed the spinning staff in the air, kicking it twice with her left heel before gracefully catching it in her left hand and ending the dance by striking an elegant pose.

Riddle wasn't able to take his eyes off her during her little demonstration, and it wasn't until Ace yelled his name in surprise did he snap out of his trance. Ace and Deuce were clinging to each other as if the room was sinking, and she was gazing at him with a sheepish smile as she nervously held his staff. Sighing audibly, he then held his hand out and beckoned her to hand it over to him while saying, "Expect to receive your punishment after classes, (y/n)."

Just looking at her is enough to make his irritation dissipate, and Leona is absolutely smitten with her but outright refuses to let it be shown on his face. His flicking tail betrays his usually sullen expression though, and she would teasingly point it out to him with a giggle. “You must be very happy to see me, Leona~” “... Dunno what you’re on about, herbivore.”

This grumpy lion was one of the first victims of her charms, and he also ended up being the one to claim the treasure. He soaks up the attention she gives him like a sponge and exhibits a more childish behaviour whenever someone else manages to steal her undivided attention.

Leona knows that she's pleasant to look at with her pale red eye shadow and rouge lips, because even he can't stop himself from staring at her pretty face when he's using her as a lap pillow. He can get quite possessive of his girlfriend though and will growl at anyone who dares to even glance at her... Unfortunately, she had gotten herself into a contract with Azul and works as a part-time entertainer in Mostro Lounge. That octo-punk is hell-bent on keeping her tied to his business upon seeing a significant increase in customers after one performance from her.

Leona was banned from ever stepping foot inside Mostro Lounge after he beat the crap out of a group of Heartslabyul students who got too close to her for his liking, and he even picked a fight with Riddle when the latter reprimanded him for his barbaric behaviour towards his dorm members. If it wasn't for her stepping in to break up their fight, a civil war between Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw would have broken out in NRC.

Leona once saw her teaching Ruggie one of her dances in Savanaclaw's lounge. Watching her put her hands all over the hyena didn't sit well with him, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he strode over to rip her away from a surprised Ruggie before dragging her to his room. She had to deal with a sulking lion for the rest of the evening.

Compared to the cheerful and excitable Kalim, she's a breath of fresh air and Jamil can always count on her to help him relax after a particularly stressful day.

He acknowledges her talent in the visual arts and is proud to call her his. Although they have very different styles in music, he cherishes the small moments where she'd pull him away from his chores just to sing and dance with him in the kitchen or in the lounge - depends on where and when she chooses to ambush him. He was no doubt uncomfortable with it at first due to his strong sense of responsibility as Kalim's servant, but he soon learnt to let everything go and focus on her when she decides to entertain him.

It's no secret that his girlfriend is loved by virtually everyone and Jamil can see why, given her natural beauty and grace. He tends to be possessive of her whenever they're walking together in the hallway - his grip around her shoulders would tighten when a random student compliments her, and he’d scowl when Ace and Deuce come running to her, begging her to bail them out of whatever trouble they had caused.

He's selfish when it comes to her. Since he never had anything to call his own from the time he was born, he doesn't like it whenever Kalim casually drapes himself over her like an overgrown child. He would always pull her away from Kalim the moment he sees it happening in front of him.

Jamil’s mood became sour when he caught her performing one of her dances for Kalim and the shared braincell squad. He watched her spin Kalim’s staff around her hands while twirling slowly and then tossed the spinning staff in the air, but before she could kick it with her left heel, Jamil had intercepted and caught it for her. His glare was enough to send Ace and Deuce running, and he returned Kalim’s staff to him while telling him to not treat it like a toy. Jamil only cheered up when she attended basketball practice after school as his personal cheerleader.

Team-up AU

I don't know who I am...

Camilo Madrigal x reader

Warnings⚠️ some angst, sad Camilo, but don't worry it's fluff at the end 🧡

Camilo stared at himself, his hazel eyes darting across his face. His nose, his mouth, his hair, and yet he still couldn't see it. He couldn't see Camilo.

That scared him, it scared him that he changed so often, pretending to be others in his everyday life that he didn't even know who he was anymore... Who Camilo was.

The more he looked at himself the more he hated what he saw, but he couldn't figure out why. Did he not like his nose? Eyes? His height? He didn't have a small cute button nose like his sister, he didn't have big curious eyes like his brother, he wasn't strong and tall like Luisa, wasn't elegant and graceful like Isabella, he wasn't good at expressing like Maribel.... So what does he have?

Tears started to fill his eyes, his nose slightly scrunched, eyebrows tweaked up, and his bottom lip taken between his teeth to stop it from quivering.

He was always someone else, every day for everything... He shifted to be taller when helping around the house and doing chores, he shifted into his sister for seconds when eating, he even shifted when babysitting the children in the village, he was always someone else.

He was a copycat... A doppelganger... What's the use of getting a gift as special as you when you weren't special at all, just a copy of someone else.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks, falling faster and faster. He desperately tried to keep his breathing steady, vision going blurry as he tried not to blink, as he knew that would only make the tears fall faster and he was still hoping they would just go away. The more he stared into the mirror the more he had to fight the urge to smash it.

Copycat

Doppelganger

Copy

Shadow

Shifter

His shoulders began to shake, putting his head down, fingers tapping feverishly on his dresser telling himself not to cry, but it was fruitless and his whimpers and soft cries left him.

He fell to his knees head in his hands as he asked himself 'who is Camilo' over and over and

Over

And

Over

And

Over

Over

Over

Over

"Camilo?" Camilo's head shot up from his hands, oh no it was you his amor, he couldn't let you see him like this. He hastily turned away from you frantically wiping the tears from his face and eyes, but the more he wiped them away more came falling. His breath hurrying in frustration, only to stop when he felt your hand placed gently on his shoulder, he flinched hands shaking as he looked anywhere and everywhere but to you and your eyes, he couldn't look at you, he couldn't see your face of pity as you gazed down at him.

He could feel you kneel next to him and try to pull his shoulders to slowly turn him to face you, he took a deep shaky breath before turning to you giving you a broken smile, but as soon as the corners of his lips lifted he couldn't hold it and it dropped back into a quivering frown.

"ay, mi pobre amor" you whispered as you pulled him into you, you rubbed his shoulders as you helps him stand walking him towards his bed, getting him to lay down with you. You pulled him in and he snuggled into your neck, as you began to run your fingers through his thick curls. He let out a shaky hum of appreciation, closing his eyes. You kissed his forehead, pausing your hand running through his hair to brush some almost dried tears off his freckled cheeks giving him a small boop on his nose causing him to giggle.

"You are you, Camilo amor you are mi corazón, my one and only, my prankster with a heart and soul of gold. I see you, and I love you." You mumble the last part kissing his forehead, he smiled, a real smile. One that lit up your life every time you saw it without fail. You helped him turn over as you brought him impossibly closer to you, Camilo smiled he loved being the little spoon more they he let on.

And now he knows that even if he sometimes doesn't know who he is, he has you to remind him.

Doggy parenting

The tower (2018 micheal myers x fem reader)

Trigger warning: death, blood, angst

He stood there slightly shaking as the moonlight poured in from the window illuminating Micheals’s mask, body, and the knife he was holding onto for dear life, his mind raced as though that seemed like they weren’t his own filled his mind, and ears. He wasn’t Micheal anymore, he was the shape.

He watched as his lover realized what was happening and he watched as the fear dripped its ways into her eyes as she backed up away from him her body slightly shaking as she watched him

“ Micheal please, calm down, I didn’t mean to do whatever I did to make you so upset with me” she spoke out but he couldn’t hear her words as the voices inside of his head drowned them out, they had full control over him and he listened when they said to go closer, to hold the knife tighter. Her words meant nothing to him in this state.

He stepped closer and closer to her as she panicked and tried to walk out of the room, he knew that she hoped that he would leave her alone for now, be Micheal didn’t care

He strode dangerously fast to her and she tried to pick up the pace but to no avail as he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall behind them, his hand gripped tightly at her throat as she tried out and looked to him with pleading eyes

“Micheal please stop! You’re hurting m!” She cried out, he glared daggers at her as he picked his knife up above his head,

“ please Micheal whatever I did I’m sorry” she cried out as tear started to form in her eyes, Micheal took one last good look at her and he took in every small detail, the way her eyes gleamed with tears and fear, how she shook and gasped for air under his hand, the way she pulled at his hands in an attempt to get him to release her, but he didn’t listen, he couldn’t listen to her when he was to busy listening to the voices, the ones that told him to hurt her, the ones who told him to make her suffer, and he gave in to them, and let them take the lead as he didn’t care anymore, nothing mattered to him at this point other than the goal to satisfy the voices. No amount of his self-control could stop him, not anymore, he was long past that point.

He brought the knife up and her eyes widened with fear as he struck her with the knife, he used all the force he could muster and plunged it deep in her abdomen multiple times as she cried out and gasped for air, he grabbed her throat harder and sung her back tossing her to the floor with no care, like she was nothing.

She was nothing to him when he was the shape when he wasn’t there and the urge to kill was strong. He gave in to his urge and the voices, as he glared over at her from his shoulder

She laid there trying to crawl away as tears dripped down her face and dark blood poured out from her wounds. She wasn’t his lover anyone, she was another victim, another nameless victim added onto his ever-growing list of his. He didn’t see her as anything more at this point and state of mind

Micheal walked out the door silently as she cried there, helpless and no hope left in her, he walked and he couldn’t hear her anymore as he continued, he walked aimlessly and he went for hours, covered in blood, he stalked the streets until another poor unfortunate soul has the misfortune to cross his path, he took care of them the same way, leave them to die on the street without a second thought, the sounds of the voices filled his head with only the passing of time to drown them out. As he started to walk back home and calm down from his rage, it finally dawned on him, as his eyes widened

the weight of his actions started to dawn on him, as his heart started to pick up in pace, Micheal walked faster than ever before in a rush to get home, hoping that he wasn’t too late, hoping that he still had time to save her, or at least to spend her last moments with her, but as his home came into view and the sounds of the night took over his hope started to fade away

It faded even more as he pushed the door open, he didn’t bother to close it OK his way out. Micheal sucked in a breath and his body tensed as he crept back into the main room of the house

And his heart dropped when he laid eyes on her, she laid face down and curled up in a pool of her own blood, the moonlight bounced off of it making the blood look like it was filled with brilliant diamonds. She had her phone in hand with the emergency number ready to be dialed, but His heart sank as he got closer and realized she wasn’t moving he stood over her body and look down at her

Numb and cold, like how she was now. He didn’t make it in time, he was too late. He felt himself drift away as he turned her body over and made her face up. Now be really felt like the shape, he felt like the monster querying feared him to be, he was cold, empty, and numb. He neared next to her body, his knees popping as he laid down next to her, and he thought about the night before, when she was still warm and her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, he turned his head and looked at her, she was cold and still, he grabbed her cold free hand and intertwined it with his own aged and scared ones. He doomed himself to be alone, and maybe it was best that way, so more people he claimed to care about didn’t end up the same way she did, alone and cold and both of their worlds ended and crashing down around them, all because of him.