#« maul » always remember › musing.

[mutatiio]

forgive and forget?? nah. resent and remember.

[mutatiio]

i never knew how patient i could be until i watched you bleed.

most maul-coded line ever actually.

[halfling-myth-lady]

Any Juleka content for your rewrite?

Of course!!!!

Actually, I’d consider her one of the most interesting characters in the rewrite.

I won’t give any summary, but I will give you a Drabble that more or less explains what her motivations are and will probably tell you what her place in the au is lol

Also pls ask abt this au I need reason to write about this au more.i swear it’s good.i think.

Anyways,let’s get on with this!!

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Chapter one:A girl called Juleka.

Warning:the story is told in achronological order.technically at the time THIS ficlet would be released it would be around early season 3, though for the sake of the story we will be starting here.

The tiny panjas bracelet sat in Juleka’s hand, black chains wrapping around her fingers and the tiny jewel in the middle staring back at her. She’d gotten it at a yard sale two days ago.

She carefully put it on, intently staring at the empty space in front of her for a few seconds before Roaar materialized in front of her.

As soon as she was noticed, Roaar chuckled.

“Why, look at that! have you made up your mind already?its only been a few hours since my offer, Cub” the creature mused.

“It wasn't hard. All i needed to do was…think”

And think she did.

She thought of Luka. One of the most compassionate and kind people she ever knew, turned into a villain who took away the voices of those he deemed unworthy of them.

She thought of her mother. The most headstrong and amazing woman she could think of, turned into a villain who imprisoned her own children in her ship with chains of steel.

She thought of her father. A man who always found a way to sneak out of her public eye and back to his family whenever he could, turned into a villain who attempted to murder a fellow music phenomenon(no matter how much of an asshole he might be).

She thought about everyone… Rose, Nathaniel, Chloe, Bustier, Max, Kim, alix, Sabrina, Ivan…

… And herself.

She thought about being Reflecta.

About having her autonomy stripped from her by that bastard in a butterfly costume.

About how the moment she disobeyed he took control of her body and forced her to get those stupid pieces of jewelry.

about getting out of that control, and remembering every single thing afterwards.

“You said that as long as i have you with me, he can’t take any kind of control over me. No Akumayizations or anything.”

“Yep!he can’t even touch you”

“And you can give me powers equal to the other heroes…”

“Of course,Cub!”She said, eyes glowing”all you gotta do to access them is say “Roaar, Stripes on!” and you’ll be able to have your abilities with no drawbacks or anything”

Roaar grinned, eyes staring holes into the girl in front of her and razor sharp teeth probably capable of maul through even a turtle’s shell coming into sight.

“What do you say,Couffaine?”

… Juleka cackled.

“I say…we have a butterfly to kill. Roaar,stripes on!”

[mutatiio]

@mayxthexforce

“I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.”

— Ernest Hemingway, The Garden Of Eden (via impoliteness)

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

👫 gimme chennie and jiaojiao ty renni

muse dynamic headcanons. @draconicfool

Chenhua & Eros

after chenhua first made that little pink dragon plush for eros, she's decided to always gift him a different hand-knit plush for his birthday every year, every one of them based around his favorite animals (which means yes, he will get a shark friend from her askshfsd).

with the new trade agreement between the luofu and belobog, chenhua started to make secret plans to travel to jarilo-vi to surprise eros. she always gets updates from him whenever he visits her about the progress belobog has been making in the wake of the eternal freeze, but having a real opportunity to visit it herself -- the planet where eros was hatched and grew up on -- is something that has become very important to her. she'll show up out of the blue on the clinic's doorstep one day wearing the warmest layers she could find and with the brightest smile on her face, because she finally gets to see the home that eros holds so dearly.

Jiaoqiu & Eros

it's not something he does every time they're together, but jiaoqiu will sometimes ask eros about what they're wearing on a given day, how their hair is being worn etc, so he can continue to visualize their appearance in his mind. the time between when they first met in those two weeks before the wardance and jiaoqiu getting taken hostage and mauled by hoolay was not very long, and though jiaoqiu has an excellent memory in remembering the faces of people he's met, his blindness now prevents him from seeing those faces, so he wants to make sure he never forgets what those important to him look like, and this is especially true for eros -- his beloved partner.

jiaoqiu is unaware of this when it happens, but there are occasions where he curls himself around eros in his sleep and holds them close. deep in his subconscious mind, it's an assurance that eros is still there – someone he is able to feel with his touch and whose familiar scent he can breath in.

[mutatiio]

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[velvetwarfare]

omg recent events has me excited to finally deep dive into the topic of ✨ obsession ✨ concerning betty

So!! Here’s a fucking lore dump for you lovely freaks.

Vampiric obsession is one of my favorite traits to portray because it’s simultaneously a blessing and a curse to have a vampire select you as their muse.

- Vampiric obsession can manifest on just about anything. A person, an object, multiple people, etc. Once they latch onto it, it’s essentially going ‘my precious’ . If someone fucks w said object or people, they are more than likely going to die in a very tragic manner.

- Vampires are TERRITORIAL, VICIOUS, AND ADDICTS. What’s theirs is theirs. They will rate whatever they want whenever they please and they will fight bloody tooth and nail for their ‘property’. Nosferatu in particular are all of these — just amplified.

That’s what Betty is. A nosferatu strand. Nosferatu are uncommon and defective for the most part — as most vampires are more tame and human in nature, as opposed to the nosferatu who resemble animals and depend on their feral nature.

So. Think of a mama bear protecting her cubs. A dragon hoarding her gold. Now think of said bear mauling several people limb from limb. A dragon scorching whoever dares to touch her gold. That’s how Betty’s obsession functions.

- “Love turns into hungry obsession, while friendship becomes bitter jealousy. In place of emotion, vampires pursue physical symbols of what they crave, so that a vampire seeking love might fixate on a young beauty. Ones fascinated with power and control may seek to create a vast host of thralls. Others surround themselves with art, books, or sinister items such as torture devices or trophies from creatures they have killed.”

- Having her as an obsessed ally is a blessing because she’s going to be willing to do just about ANYTHING for approval and love. The chances of her committing treason is very low. She will kill for you — friend or foe, it doesn’t matter. She’s willing to drop someone at a single moment’s notice if her muse deems it necessary. You now have your own person attack dog.

Should the muse own her soul, they by proxy also own the beast. The beast will not attack the muse and acts as an even worse body guard. Congrats.

- But this also comes with the consequences.

It’s obsession. She’ll get envious very easily of other people. Might start saying ‘you’re mine’ and get extremely defensive over it. Very clingy, very attached, overwhelming.

It’s common for her to want to mark her muse up — masked as sexual appetite, she just wants to brand them as her own and feel the satisfaction of securing that property. Muses are both seen as property and a person.

- She’ll remember you in every life. Obsessions need to be personally broken — she has to choose to let the muse go. Killing her will not do it in.

Think of Strahd from curse of strahd. His obsession with Tatyana literally extended to all of her reincarnations and he attempted to woo each one — and murder anyone around her that tried to keep her from him. That’s the best source you’ll get for vampiric obsession and how Betty’s mindset works. The only way he broke that obsession was by either making that mental decision to let her go or get killed permanently.

But hey! If you’re a lover of hers and you like that sick shit, you got someone who’s going to spend eternity with you and will always stay loyal!

[vacantgodling]

💧 rain for the weather asks babey fuck me up

💧Rain - What's the most emotional scene you've ever written?

OHOOOOO we have so many contenders because i love writing sad shit—i got so many you could probably ask me this question several times and get a different answer LMAO. but honest to god i think sword of a great hero is my most painful excerpt because it’s just… the calm before the storm. lath and ensio both know they’re gonna die. and just UGHHHH.

since it seems that in haven’t posted this excerpt on this version of my blog have it in its entirety here and cry :)

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“This will be our final stand.” Lath touched a hand to his chest. He could feel the sluggish bleeding from under the gash in his armor that lead to the gaping wound in his upper abdomen, just underneath his ribcage. There was no one to heal him now — hadn’t had anything like that since they started this death march — at this point his nerves were beyond the point of registering pain. The others who’d joined him were long dead now: either picked off or mauled, died with a fight gnashing in their teeth, or a whimper absolving from their throat. Only two of them from the initial 33 warriors remained, and somehow Lath always knew it would come to this.

Ensio stood astride him, his regal bow broken and long forgotten. Lath had given him his second sword to wield in its stead, and the grip was slightly off, and the blade shorter than he remembered Ensio liked, but it would do. Neither of them fought with the expectation to live. In the clearing where they stood, a large, curled structure rose, towering to almost the heavens above them and was teeming with magic so strong that Lath could practically smell it. The Labyrinth. The voice of Their Lady MUINENS boomed from the heavens. As your final stand, you will drive them to their dungeon.

“Aye.” Ensio’s usual baritone was a rough wheeze. If they’d had time to rest, to heal, Lath would’ve guessed it was a punctured lung. He’d taken a claw to the sternum hard in a battle days before, and had been wheezing since. Lath could not offer him any comforting hand… Ensio wouldn’t have wanted it either. But the two men stood beside one another, waiting for their cue

“What do you suppose Cerullius is like?” Ensio garnered to ask. Though he’d assured Lath it was fine that the grip was off — better him, the regular sword wielder, have the better blade after all — he was still fidgeting with his grip, whirling it between his fingers, like the drills they ran together as boys. “Do you think it’d be as warm and comforting as a fine pair of tits?”

“Even on your deathbed, you’re a lech.” Lath’s golden eyes scanned the horizon. It seemed fitting that they would die on the brink of a beautiful morning. That the land here was so wholly unfamiliar but was beautiful somehow. There were no trees or swamps or lakes around— only a large expanse of grassland and short, wiley flowers that had the audacity to bloom. If Lath were a more poetic man, he would pity them. Soon they would be covered with blood, and guts, and entrails, and stinking corpses, of beasts who refused to be herded, and the bodies of two Terraneans who dared to pretend they were shepherds.

“It’s not as though either of us would ever know.” Ensio mused, but not unkindly. “Your horrible habit of unblinking deterred so many.”

“Yet your horrible beard drove off more.” Lath quipped back and the rumble of a chuckle that left Ensio, even as he continued to bleed, made a quirk of a smirk tug at Lath’s lips.

“I would offer to let you experience it on my own chest, as a parting gift,” Ensio started. “But I’m afraid this armor is too hard to remove one handed.” Lath’s eyes flickered back from the horizon to his friend. His left arm still hung only barely in its socket enough to be a meager semblance of functional. If they had anything to cauterize it, Lath would’ve offered to cut it off for him— spare him the dead weight. But they didn’t. And Lath didn’t want to watch his friend bleed out. At least in the frenzy of battle, Ensio’s final cry would hopefully be the only thing he’d witness of it. He had stared death in the face since the day he was born, yet the thought of it cradling its welcoming hands around his closest friend wasn’t something Lath could reconcile with himself.

“Do you regret following me?” Lath asked suddenly. A wind had begun to pick up from the west and both men turned to face it. Though they could not yet hear it, Lath knew Ensio’s sharp, hawk brown eyes would’ve been able to pick out the first details of the beasts and monsters headed this way. He would see their horns, feathers, too wide jaws, inhuman structures and limbs. He would see them fleeing towards what would become their new sanctuary— or prison. The Labyrinth gleamed like a gem in the climbing morning light, with its two guards to usher in the onslaught. The creatures’s flight was brought on by their own gods, they both knew. And though neither men could see them, they’d had more proof than they had in their entire lives that those beings they worshipped were tangible. That they were there.

“The only thing that I regret is not having a roll in the sack just once before I died.”

“Be serious.”

Ensio turned to Lath. And as always, his eyes were dark with a wisdom Lath never claimed to understand, and never would, not as long as the two of them were alive. They turned soft with something like fondness. “I would rather die a hero by your side than waste away in Ubwyn, surrounded by every waking reminder of those I’ve failed.”

“You haven’t failed.” Lath couldn’t help but growl. Yet, Ensio went on calmly, unperturbed by his outburst.

“My mother died. My brothers, my sisters. We couldn’t bury them, we could only leave them behind. It’s not the little king’s fault, nor Zenith’s, nor yours. I just know my father will be heartbroken that he will only see me in Cerullius, not his love, nor the starlight’s that lit his life. If I die by you, Lath, maybe our journey to Cerullius won’t be so horrible. Maybe I can use this as penance for not guiding the rest of my family home.” He let out a shuddering breath—a wheeze. “It’s not a bad death, to die by my truest, dearest friend.” Lath could only hum. And as the shrieking and wailing of the beasts drew near, Lath let his hand over his wounded chest go limp, and he shuffled to Ensio, pulling the taller man into a tight, crushing hug. His armor plates cut Lath’s cheek, and the hug was far too tight for either of their aching ribs but it was important and needed and real. Ensio pulled back first.

“Our people will remember you, Lath. As the hero you were always meant to be. Even if you never received your Oracle’s Blessing, your valor is worth far more than that.”

“What was your Oracle’s Blessing En?” Lath couldn’t help but ask. It wasn’t a secret commonly shared but he suddenly felt that he needed to know. Ensio’s tired lips quirked into a bemused smile.

“To play the sword of a great hero.”

[turojo]

gio moment tell me about one of your favorite threads! it can be something you played with this muse or any other, follow your ♥

OOugh,,where do I begin — lemme shout a few that occupy my mind rn.

edit: this got so long so slippy under a cut it goes:

last complete thread with @lvsamine. I like exploring his relationships before SCARVIO on people he's met and worked with possibly. This is a sort of break in his melancholy; recognizing and being comfortable with someone who knows him for his work rather then ... uh, you know. There's literal changes in his demeanor from light returning to his tired eyes and getting excited over working with Lusamine and Aether on a big project.

And it's also the start of a shift in his story too.

Throughout the blog he's been teetering between "being good": recapturing escaped paradox pokemon, reluctantly remeeting people in Paldea, slowly taking on actual regional professor duties, and rebuilding the Poco lab to keep track of the Crater from above. But he's also very solemn and withdrawn.

But then there's moments of excitement, of going through efforts to get work done, explore and build something....granted this all happens during temptations. His mind strays from staying out of pathways that quickly get him into trouble. He gets so excited sometimes he doesnt see or even care that what hes doing is going to hurt him or someone else in the end. It's very easy to fall back into comfortable, malign habits.

Talking with Lusamine, remembering and feeling invigorated by all the work he did and the things he discovered ... he questions if its worth forcing himself into a comfortable and safe box to appease people is worth it when he feels so much better "breaking boundaries and discovering impossibilities" people are going to be scared of and that's their problem. But he forgets ya know...Arven, the son he left behind and like...all the destruction his "happiness and well being" selfishly takes.

He's always cusping a villain arc or good direction and I love seeing wherever it goes as more plots and interactions come by ; >c

v. paradox verse in particular, the whole “hey Sada used the Time Machine to yoink Turo from a point in time before he gets mauled so things are hunky dorey again but oops, it’s a lot more complicated then that and there’s emotions all over” deal

There’s several threads with nox/ @prosada that I love but in particular the thread where Turo is completely existential on him being here. He’s having a hard time trying to step back into a husband/father role like nothings happened. Arven is very indifferent with him as expected which causes Arven and Sada to get into a lot of arguments Turo of course overhears cause hey its a small lighthouse-house and he has ears. So Turo being Turo turns to absolute truths like physics and numbers and equations when he can’t emotionally deal with something. And what do you know…! It definitely spells out he should be dead and it’s very unnatural he’s here and it’s putting everything off. He takes this as a certain and gets really distant and sad and quiet. He doesn’t belong here and maybe he and Sada could never naturally stay together in any timeline.

But Sada comes in, smacks that idea out of his head cause it’s silly. She literally shattered expectations and literal laws of physics, time and reality itself to change that to get him back.

Can you believe he’s loved so much that someone literally became a momentary God to change the fabric of reality itself? Just for him?? For their family??? No matter how dysfunctional??? Cause he didn’t until he realizes it and does a 180 in perspective and it!! Just makes him so happy and so awestruck and --

I JUST REREAD IT ON OCCASION…ON THE REALLY BAD DAYS…STILL GET EMOTIONAL OVER IT….

Okay both have really good writing and reaaallly good grasps on their characters too hh.

There's like several other threads I have in mind too but this got ridiculously long; might have to make a new post sometime.

[crimsonbathed]

" we're surrounded by those who would like to see us dead. " - Oak

"Is that such a bad thing?" Carrion mused, a scoff escaping from strawberry lips. Being cornered by those who wished nothing less than death upon her was nothing new, it was comforting in a sense. "Do you not like to feel powerful? For if someone wishes you dead, then they see you as a threat. Those foolish Lost Boys want the pirates dead and vice versa, all because they think it is a game. Truly, they aren't far from the truth, are they?"

A smirk graced her features as she turned her attention towards the basket within her arms which housed her latest collection of webbing. The spiders had a habit of cooperating with her, so long as she had something to offer them in return. Should they refuse, dare to strike at her even, well . . . she had ways to ensure they remembered just who was in charge.

"Power shifts, it is like the water. Waves come and go, an ever changing tide of charge, and the receding shoreline fights to hold its ground- but in the end, the strongest waves will always win, pushing the land even further back. Are we not the waves?" Her head lulled to the side, allowing inky black waves to fall in front of her shoulder. There was little on the island that used to hold a candle to the small folk, what says that they could not reclaim that oh so powerful position they once held? "It is no different than life in the Other Place. So many wish us dead, and we could slaughter them all like little lambs. What stops us? Dear Oak? What prevents you from making them fear you even more? Do you not miss the days where you could roam freely, without fear of being mauled by something around every corner, haunting you?"

She paused for a moment, searching the man before her for any tell as to what was wandering through his mind. He could be a most powerful ally, should she ever need one, there was only so much Peter could do while the Darling girl ran about. "Would it be such a bad thing, if we were to fight and claw our way back to the top? If so many want us dead, then I see us as being back on the right track."

[paladinwife]

⭕🔮:)

@a-mei-lius

DUM DUM???

⭕: Dum Dum

Muse raises her eyebrows, a look of disgust in her eyes.

“The one from Maelstrom?”

She clears her throat.

“I can’t say I think about him much at all, especially given that he’s dead.”

She leans her head into her hand.

“If you’re looking for remorse, I can’t say I feel any. I had an… agreement to fulfill. Besides, neither of us are particularly fond of Maelstrom in the first place.”

She glances upward.

“I will say, negotiating with Maelstrom is a unique experience. Like trying to talk biz with a bear. Ultimately, no matter how good I am at negotiating, I can’t talk a bear out of mauling me. Still, bears usually aren’t also armed.”

🎤: Kerry Eurodyne

“Ah. Him.”

She sighs, a smile curling up at the corners of her lips.

“I’m still at a loss as to how the others keep up with him. He’s certainly… something.”

She shakes her head.

“Still, I’ve certainly seen worse, even among washed-up rockerboys.”

She leans her head into her hand.

“Though, the other day he, for some reason, brought up the subject of me singing. Still haven’t a clue where he got that idea.”

🔮: Misty Olszewski

“I remember her. Jackie Welles’s girlfriend, right?”

She has a thoughtful look on her face.

“I can’t say I personally spoke with her very much, but she always seemed reasonable enough. Though…”

Her glance turns up and to the side.

“She did offer to read my tarot cards, and immediately drew the tower card. I’m still unsure if I’m unlucky or if I had offended her somehow.”

[sweethurtss]

okay, hear me out: one more werewolf OC for the road because I found the icons for this fc and I miss using her

Andi Barnes. Women want her, fish fear her. She's a former rodeo queen and loves barrel racing, and the occasional bull riding. She keeps her horse down on Aurelius' ranch, so she's always down there even though she has her own apartment in town.

It's not rare for the girl with a lopsided smile and helping hand to steal a heart or two. And Andi, as Aurelius would say, is a big fan of the ladies (and fellas).

Who is going to stop me from saying that she's not also a part of my firefighting team of muses?? I think she'd enjoy the hard work, challenges, and being able to help people. There's nothing she hates more than feeling helpless, and wants to make sure other people know there is always someone there who will help them when they need it most.

This mindset is exactly why she's quite close with Aurelius, even looking up to him as a mentor; and is also very patient with Berkley and all his mood swings. Andi is actually Berk's sparring partner, always down to play fight and wrestle with him when he just needs to blow some steam off.

tw for violence and death

She was ten years old when she was bitten and turned into a werewolf. She had gone out duck hunting with her uncle when they got separated, she had thought it was a simple accident and didn't think much about it since she was quite familiar with the area and knew how to get back to the truck in case she couldn't find her uncle.

Unfortunately, she did find him. His body as cold and unmoving as ice. Distracted by the gore, she never even saw the large wolf until it had already descended upon her. With her foot jammed against the beast's throat, she managed to buy herself enough time to grab the bear mace from her pocket and spray the wolf's face until it doubled over in pain.

Running back to the truck, parked along the road, Andi managed to wave down a truck and begged the driver to take her into town. Her mauled arm and bloody pantleg was enough to earn her quick passage to the clinic as she bawled and cried about a wolf attack.

end of tw

Aside from the grief and occasional reporter who appeared on her doorstep, life went back to relative normal for Andi. If by normal, that meant odd cravings for rare steak and chasing after small game (rabbits and birds) as the moon began to grow fuller and fuller. The first shift was frightening, and if she had to describe it, she would simply say that it was pain because that's all she can remember. She awoke two days later, covered in blood and a blanket fastened tightly around her.

So small and young, it had broken Aurelius' heart when he first came into the chicken coop her father had locked her in amid her first shifting — unsure how else to subdue his daughter without hurting her.

It had even been her father who came knocking on Aurelius' door, furious and confused in between the raging fear that he was going to lose his daughter so soon after losing his brother. The werewolf, taking in 'troubled teens', had been the Barnes' neighbor and the only man Andi's father trusted to keep her secret and help keep her safe.

[mayxthexforce]

🎶 feemor and maul

send me 🎶 and i'll arrange a playlist of 3-5 songs for our muses' relationship!

1. Remember Me by Anadel.

You cringe at the lightning You walk on the water afraid Cause faith to move mountains Is like a shadow, falling away And memories of darkness Obstruct your view in the light And a foothold eludes you As your lungs flood with the tide

So remember me, write my name on a stone But don’t let me hold, you back from it all

2. The Journey by Conchita.

I don't know if I did the right thing by bringing you to this crazy world

I want to believe I did the right thing and will know how to protect you [...]

I don't know if I did the right thing by bringing you to this crazy world I already want to kill the first person who dares make you cry I don't know if I did the right thing, but when I look into your eyes The world seems bigger and I feel like I can fly I don't know if I should tell you that it won't always be easy There's so many idiots that turn the world upside down

But there are roads that stretch out slowly Colors that you'll never be able to forget There are eternal kisses, that truly never end And laughs that you'll never be able to compare Thousands of animals of all shapes and forms Friends who will always have your back A sun and a moon that never forget That this whole world has to keep on spinning

And in the middle of it all, I know there will come a day When I'll have to let go of your hand And then, from the sidelines I'll try to protect you

And I hope that, in the end, it'll be worth it This journey I'm gifting you This journey I'm gifting you This journey...

3. Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil.

Cause when it's cold

I'll wrap my scarf around you

And when it's hard

I'll place your head into my hands

And when you scream that it's not fair

It's like I've gone off to the coast

Left you behind, just standing there

Pretending not to see your ghost

If only you could hear my voice

But you are screaming far too loud to hear me swear:

Just because I left, doesn't mean that I'm not still there

[mutatiio]

@mayxthexforce

our fates are entwined whether you like it or not you stupid bastard

[mutatiio]

maul moments that make me grin like an idiot.

[delphoxqueen]

Cleo de Nile’s Diary- Wave 1 (2009)

This Diary Belongs to:

Cleo de Nile

For royal eyes only!

Name: Cleo de Nile

School: Monster High

Unlock More Online: MHCDMUMMY

It is important for those of us with royal blood to leave a record of our musings for the common folk who will never know the splendor of our lives and for the historian whose life is dedicated to the proclamation of our greatness… or so says my father. But what it comes down to is this

You want to be me

You can’t be me

You’ll never be me

so get over it.

Seventh Month, 3rd Day

Nothing to do today but being bored is for commoners. So I shall choose to rise above this state by declaring that today is a day for doing nothing… yeah like that worked.

Seventh Month 10th Day

Father received a new shipment of things from our other home in Egypt today. At first I thought somebody dug up another one of father’s old friends but it turned out to be a box for me! Inside were my favorite gold bangles, it’s so hard to properly walk without them, and an absolutely adorable baby cobra. She’s just the cutest little thing! I’m going to call her Hissette.

Seventh Month 15th Day

Ahh it rained today! How I do love the rain. I know it is unseemly for one of royal birth, but when father wasn’t watching I snuck out and ran around in it. We never got much rain back home so I’m still learning to enjoy it. It’s like a royal bath that you can dance in. The only downside is that it does take a bit to dry out my wraps when I come inside and I have to make sure father doesn’t see me or he’ll give me “The Lecture” on royal behavior and our duty to “main-tain a certain decorum because those of common lineage must always see us as above their lowly station and not indulging in the base amusements that they them-selves partake in” You’d think that after 5,000 years he’d realize I’ve got the lecture memorized and that nothing I do is ever common.

Seventh Month 18th Day

Spent the day picking out this year’s fearleading uniforms- they shall enhance my already regal bearing while making the others look less ordinary. I am also putting together the routines for the year. The grand finale, of course, will be a pyramid.

Eighth Month 19th Day

I had the misfortune of running into Clawdeen Wolf Jackal today at The Maul. What a thoroughly disrespectful monster she is. First she accused me of wearing the same outfit twice and then when I ordered her to apologize or there would be consequences she GROWLED AT ME! ME! CROWN PRINCESS OF A FIVE THOUSAND YEAR OLD DYNASTY! She should count herself lucky this didn’t happen in the old country or she would be spending the rest of her life cleaning monuments to my glory with a toothbrush. She made me so angry I forgot what I was there to get until I got home and then I remembered… a new night light.

Eighth Month 20th Day

I was really tired today so I didn’t really want to do anything at all. I guess it’s because I didn’t get much sleep last night. My night light was broken and I really, really don’t like the dark. I know, I know “some monster you are” being afraid of the dark. I mean that’s where we’re supposed to be at our best, right? Well not me. I get all panicky and hold my breath like I’ve been under water too long. I’m sure I’d be made fun of if anyone knew but I dare any monster to be sealed up in the dark for a thousand years without even so much as candle and see how they like it. Anyway, it’s not like I have to justify anything to anybody. I’m royalty and that means I get to be the way I am without explanation!

Eighth Month 23rd Day

Deuce took me to dinner tonight which was sweet but expected of course. He was 5 minutes late which then made us 10 min-utes late because the 5 minutes I had planned on making him wait had to start after he arrived not before. Royalty will not be rushed or appear to be eagerly awaiting some one or some thing. Although I was perhaps a little worried that he might have forgotten we were supposed to go out, I made him spend the first thirty minutes apologizing before I let him off the hook. Of course I’m never really sure what’s going on behind those shades. I wish I could take them off so I could see his eyes when we talk but that’s never going to happen, it makes me just a little bit sad. It’s also sad that I had to send my dinner back five times before the help got it right. Hon-estly, I was very specific about what I asked for and it’s their problem if they can’t get it right. I could tell that Deuce was embarrassed by the attitude of the help as well. He could barely speak to me when we left the restaurant he was so upset with the service.

Ninth Month 1st Day

Ghoulia Yelps came over today. She is like my lady-in-waiting, confidant and best friend all rolled into one. I can tell her anything and I know that she will not repeat it, not that most people would be able to understand if she did, since zombie is a dead language. Ghoulia is quite brilliant though and her mind is quick which makes up for everything else about her being so slow. We planned our classes so that we could have most of them together although it wouldn’t completely work because Ghoulia has some advanced classes that I don’t. Honestly, I don’t know where she gets all her brains.

Ninth Month 6th Day

So the new school year starts tomorrow and I must again subject myself to the notion that every monster should be treated the same. Ridiculous. Father says that education knows no social status and that I should demonstrate that I am capable of having “the common touch”. I suppose that’s fine as long as the common-ers don’t touch me. Especially if that commoner is Clawdeen Wolf.

About Me

Name: Cleo de Nile

Age: 5,842 (give or take a few years)

Monster Parent: The Mummy

Killer Style: I’m a true Egyptian princess complete with headdress, exotic jewelry, and oh yeah, the occasional stray bandage wrapping.

Freaky Flaw: The dark. Yes I’m a monster who’s afraid of the dark- get over it.

Pet: Hissette is my sweet Egyptian cobra. Her hiss is honestly much worse than her, er, somewhat poisonous bite.

Favorite Activity: Ruling the halls of Monster High and being captain of the fearleading squad.

Biggest Pet Peeve: When someone refuses to obey me.

Favorite School Subject: Geometry. Anything that involves tri-angles and pyramids is as easy as pie or would that be π?

Least Favorite School Subject: History. Been there, seen that, got autographs from all the major players.

Favorite Color: Gold

Favorite Food: Grapes, especially when someone is feeding them to me.

BFF’s: Deuce Gorgon Ghoulia Yelps