#Monster High Season 1
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I told myself I was gonna do some sketches without color... as you can see I upheld that wonderfully :3 ANYWAYS CLANKIE!!! I kinda wanna make a g3 design for Jackson/Holt but we'll see
#monster high#monster high season 1#monster high g3#mh g3#monster high generation 3#monster high gen 3#cleo de nile#g3 cleo de nile#g3 cleo#frankie stien#g3 frankie stein#g3 frankie#clankie#francleo#frankie x cleo#monster high fanart#monster high g3 fanart#mh g3 fanart#fanart
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Sew Fierce!
A tribute to Skelita's design!
#Frankie Stein#Skelita Calaveras#Monster High gen 3#G3 Monster High#Sew Fierce#Monster High Season 1#Beast Freaky Friend#Monster High episode 24#custom doll clothes#custom doll#Mega Monster
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Monster High season 1 is on DVD and season 2 has started airing this month!! I am a happy fan right now!! The only thing I'm missing is word on when the third live action movie will come out!
#Monster High#Monster High Animated Series#Monster High Season 1#Monster High Season 2#Monster High 3... When?
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suck-a-dickelodeon up to their old tricks
mh has officially gotten the winx/korra/rottmnt treatment
apparently it's due to the current political climate and "low numbers" aka nick wants more spongebob/loud house timeslots (people are saying it's due to quiet on set, but i don't think that's true since nick animation studio is a completely separate department from the live action studio)
i might make another post about this later, just breaking the news first
#monster high#monster high g3#monster high 2022#nickelodeon#can't say i didn't see it coming#g3 obviously isn't over#we'll keep getting dolls as long as they sell well#and we'll probably get other types of tie-in media to replace the series#not to mentiom we're only 1/4 through season 2 i think
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Mmm. Long time no see wonderful Tumblr community. While I haven't been active on here, I HAVE been active with making art. Specifically.....
Crossing over the stop motion puppet animation show Moral Orel with season 1 of the live action crime drama show Fargo by making PUPPET LESTER NYGAARD!
My friend @lester-nygaard and I have had this insane crossover idea of these two shows. And I knew in that moment of beautiful fandom creation, months before, that I had the perfect birthday present idea.
And now I've got the itch for it.... so if there is anyone else as insane as me and my friend about this idea... I wouldn't say no to making another
Sometimes you can make the coat, sometimes you can fly the plane, sometimes....just sometimes you can make the puppet ("puppet").
#fargo#fargo fx#fargo season 1#fargo season one#lester nygaard#moral orel#moral orel puppet#crossover#fandom#art#my art#polymer clay#clay#clay art#clay sculpture#he's huge btw! 10 inches tall#making him was so much fun#hot glue and a dream babyyyy#also props to monster high for the stand <3#It was sooo hard keeping this a secret#There were times where we would talk about it#and he'd be like... hmmmm kinda wanna make it now#and I was SCREAMING internally#like nooo don't make puppet lester nygaard your so sexy aha
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I absolutely love this drawing,
Gen 1 Draculaura with her parasol
(Looks more orange on camera, but it's wayyy more pink irl)
#fanart#draculaura#spooky season#halloween#draculaura fanart#monster high#monster high fanart#gen 1#gen 1 draculaura
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MH Skullector Doll: Squid Game Young Hee đ§Ą
$65 USD, She releases October 24 9am for fangclub members! October 25 9am for everyone to purchase!
What do we think ghouls??
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personally i do think shes cute, i like that they added the stair print on her dress, i donât orange over-dress being transparent!
Tho i think this doll could have been cheeper, shes stands at 10.5 tallâŠtbh i think its a missed opportunity to not have her be a giant doll like gooliope
#squid game#monster high#monster high fan#doll collector#squid games#monster high aesthetic#monster high dolls#monster high fandom#doll community#dollblr#monster high skullector#skullector#monster high g1#mh#mh g1#mh gen 1#squid game season 2#squid game s2#monster high gen 3 dolls
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*covered in blood and gore, wearing a shirt that says "please excuse the things I did when I was hyperfixating"*
Hey, how's it going :) oh, the blood? Yeah, it was just... autism. You know how it goes when the hyperfixation kicks in haha :))
#wrote this post bc i just binged the entire season 1 of fantasy high in a day and a half#i feel so insane#like how did i DO THAT#autism#hyperfixation#neurodivergent#d20#fantasy high#misc#textpost#shitpost#roze (and clemen)... u guys have created a monster#love u <33
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Itâs Halloween today for me so Iâm watching Monster High movies with my plush QPP, Lily, to celebrate! I wanted to watch âFrights, Camera, Action!â because itâs the only G1 movie I havenât seen yet but Lily insisted we watch Ghouls Rule first because itâs about Halloween and I gave in because itâs more about celebrating than the movies themselves ^w^
#sage is getting personal#happy halloween#halloween#spooky season#objectum romantic#posic#objectum community#osor#plushum#plushophilia#objectophilia#monster high gen 1#monster high#queerplatonic partner#queer platonic relationship#queerplatonic relationship#qpr#Lily dearest
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Ëâș.ê·êŠâĄê·êŠËâș. CandyLand STEIN Ëâș.ê·êŠâĄê·êŠËâș.
... She Can Bring You Such SWEETS But Give You The CREEPS ...
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#monster high#mh frankie#frankie stein#monster high gen 1#weirdcore#liminalcore#eye stain#Brightly Colored ... Candied Coated ... Dipped In Chocolate ... Made With Love And Care EyE Stain#Another year old at it I just didn't post#But now it's the Perfect Spooky season for it#candycore#Halloweenie#Tricky and treaty#photo edit#Obviously the background is from tim burton's Charlie And a chocolate factory#The Chocolate Room#Candy is no waste of time and Cannibalism is bad#The true lesson of the movie
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I'm finally getting to watch the monster high g3 series and hhhhh this shits healing me. My inner child is fixed. It's such a fun series and its bringing me sm serotonin. This damned franchise has meant so much to me for so long and seeing it being made again, all fresh and pretty and QUEER makes me so happy.
Oh also my favorite characters so far are Frankie, Cleo, Meowlody and Purrsephone! I also absolutely adore Dracula and Finnegan!
And my God CLANKIE MY BELOVED THEIR SO CUTE "I think my cheeks are malfunctioning?" FRANKIE SWEETIE AAAAA
Also the lore fixing a lot of stuff that was never mentioned/wasn't a thing in g1??? Perfection. I love the idea of Draculara's vampness!
#monster high#monster high g3#monster high season 1#clawdeen wolf#draculara#frankie stien#cleo de nile#meowlody#purrsephone#torelai stripe#clankie
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man fantasy high is wild as shit đ episode 2 and they're already up to shenanigans
#like ive seen the more recent seasons of d20 and i know our intrepid heros can be unhinged (affectionate)#but i foolishly assumed that they would probably start off more tame until they got more comfortable#farther into the season or the next#but no just straight up episode 2 up the corn monster butthole and jumping on tables#also its so weird to see them playing level 1 characters đ#having like no hp and then its oh i missed on my one attack? well that's my turn then#fucking wild going from the finale of burrows end to this fight đđ#fantasy high#d20#me#my textposts
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im going to finish magireco maybe bc its only like a dozen episodes left but ngl i might watch an additional show inbetween this and xy bc. im sorry gamers i cant say i like it all that much
#i WANTED to like it so bad i kept telling myself to not expect it to be as good as the original esp bc its an adaptation of a gacha#but i just dont find any of it or its new rules compelling at all#and the elements i do like are barely in the show like the little kyubey and the original five#and even then im a little afraid of how theyre gonna adapt them here#it just doesnt have much of what i loved abt the original series in it#echoed voice#the season 1 finale was the nail in the coffin tho oh my god the witch reveal reaction was god awful#i know we havent seen the other girls reactions besides tsureno and iroha and i guess yachiyo#and while tsurenos is good the other two are just????#iroha u were just told u were manipulated into this system to be converted into energy and a monster#and this entire time youve been fighting the tortured souls of other magical girls and the system is primed to ensure that you WILL die#or become a witch eventually#please show more fucking reaction to that than ââum okayâŠ.. whereâs ui thoââ#like. she seemed upset in the dream yes but after that she says the ui line and then just has no drawbacks anymore#bc i guess the show doesnt have a counterargument against ââhey lets make life for magical girls easier and dont kill themââ#and having her be rightfully devastated and questioning the system would make the magias look good#again. ill give season 2 a chance and ill look for the stuff i like. ik homuras coming back#but season 1 left a really bad impression on me ugh#unless they turn around and do something interesting w the magias beyond ââewwww theyre bad bc theyreâŠ. bad!!!ââ#and make iroha a more compelling protagonist i dont really have high hopes
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I Remember Everything - Rafe Cameron
(Prologue and Chapter 1)
Summary: You left the island two years ago, leaving the love of your life a shattered man in your wake. Now, when you return, you find the sweet boy you once loved has transformed into a monster of a man. How can you detangle the real Rafe from the terrible things he's done?
Timeline: begins toward the end of obx season 3 and is mostly canon.
Content: this story contains sexual content, alcohol and drug abuse, and brief mentions of violence. All chapters are 18+, minors do not interact!
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Prologue
Before gold, before grams, before the gun, there was you. Back when there werenât crosses to steal, lines to snort, cops to run from, there was you. Long summer nights on the Druthers, your mom blowing up your phone âcause you missed curfew again. Skipping class and riding to the beach on the back of his bike. All the way back to grade school, playing tag and pretending you were pirates. Then middle school, that kiss under the lifeguard tower, a first for both of you. In high school, the night you got back from the âcharacter-building summer campâ you had been shipped off to and you shared your other first. When you were first together, it didnât even hurt, but just felt like fucking finally.Â
He remembers it all, taking all of his strength to keep it stuffed under the surface. The coke, the violence, the drama he creates in his wake cover you up nicely, until those nights when heâs dead asleep and there you are again, leaving. When he wakes, it all comes back to him. How he sat on the curb and watched you go, bloody and hurt from the night that was your final straw. How he showed up on your doorstep the next day, like he was five-years-old again asking if you could come outside and play. How your mother told him you were gone and wouldnât tell him where you went.
âHoney,â she said with something like pity in her voice, âPromise me, youâll let her go, let her be happy.â
A promise he kept, until the day you rolled back into town with no warning. Your timing could not have been worse. After the summer from hell, the summer that made him a killer, he finally felt like he was in control. It wasnât until he saw you, the only person in the world that ever really knew him, that he realized he had no idea who he was.Â
Chapter One
You clutched your phone tight, reading and rereading the message. One you used to get nearly every night but hadnât seen in two long years.
party at cameronâs tonite !!
It was a group text, sent by the girl from your high school you bumped into in the grocery store earlier that day. You had been back on the island for all of an hour before inevitably seeing someone you knew. You tried to duck quickly into the cereal aisle, but she caught your eye before you could disappear, an action you were infamous for.
âOmg, we need to hang out soon!â She had said, before handing you her phone to put your new number in.
You smiled your fakest smile and said, âitâs a must!â You didnât think either of you really meant it, but apparently she had.
There were eleven or twelve other numbers in the group text, none you had saved, but you assumed they were likely other people from your high school. She probably just added anyone in her contacts she could think of, not even stopping to realize she was inviting the Kook princeâs former princess to his party. Your relationship had been the stuff of legend on this island. Everyone had an opinion, you were practically a celebrity couple, and it was the biggest news on the island for months when you left, suddenly disappearing overnight. Some real shit mustâve gone down around here since then to make it such old news that this girl didnât even think about it when adding you to this text.
Your heart pounding in your ears, you couldnât believe it when you felt yourself typing out iâll be there :)Â
You wore your hair down, the way you always used to have it in high school. After you left, you had cut it short, wanting to shed away as much of your old life as you could, but in the last few months youâd started to let it grow back. Now it flowed down to the middle of your back, tickling the skin of your shoulders where the thin spaghetti straps of the little dress you had on left them exposed. You let the front pieces fall around your face, a sort of curtain to keep an extra layer between you and the other partygoers.
You could not believe you were here. For real this time, not in a dream as you had been every night for two years, but really here.Â
As you walked down the gravel path, it all came rushing back. The smell of Roseâs garden, the distant sound of the ocean lapping against the shore, the low thud of the music echoing through the crisp evening air. How many times have you walked down this path? How many nights had you spent here, your senses filled with the glory of Tannyhill, the glory of him? And yet now it felt so heavy, the sights, sounds, smells of it all were nearly choking you. Tears welled in your eyes, but something kept your feet walking towards those grand front doors, towards him.
Four years earlierâŠ
The glass panes of the front door are slightly blurred, only revealing the soft lighting of the grand entryway on the other side. You had crossed this threshold at least a thousand times in the ten years since your family moved to this island. Knocking felt strange, you felt so small standing here in the porch light, surrounded by moths and the thick coastal August air. An envelope, wrinkled from being opened and rifled through so many times, was clutched between your clammy hands.
A figure you couldnât quite make out approached the door, and your heart pounded in your ears as you hoped desperately it would be him who opened the door. But it wasnât.
âOh, hey - I- hi, Mr. Cameron,â you stammered, ever intimidated by the islandâs most powerful man.
âY/N,â Ward nodded cordially. âItâs after 10pm.â
You smiled weakly, if you felt small before, you feel positively infantile now.
âI was just hoping I could see Rafe for like, just a second,â you pleaded, putting on your sweetest smile.
âHeâs studying,â Ward said. âYou can come back tomorrow. Goodnight.â
Before you could protest, the door was closed and the blurred figure retreated into the house.
Never one to give up, you stuffed the letter into the back pocket of your jeans, and stepped back from the porch, sizing up the massive house to see which rooms still had lights on. You knew the blueprint of this place by heart, checking off each family member mentally as you scanned their window for signs of life. Wheezieâs room? Dark. Sarahâs room? Dark. Rose and Wardâs room? Still lit. This would have to be a stealth mission.Â
You snuck around the side of the house and looked up at the last window on your list. To your excitement, the room was still lit. You saw a long shadow pass by the curtains, and you actually jumped a little from the thrill. After spending the longest summer of your life apart from the one person you wanted to spend it with, he was actually right there, just two stories off the ground.
You traveled 800 miles today, what was a few more feet? Blocking out the better judgment ringing in the back of your mind, you picked up a few pebbles from the rocky path that leads to the backyard, and started climbing the big tree that grew right up past Rafeâs balcony. How you were gonna get from the tree to the balcony? That was five-minutes-from-now-youâs problem. You chuckled to yourself as your body naturally found each branch and knot on the tree. You used to have competitions when you were kids to see who could climb this tree the fastest, and you beat Rafe everytime. You remembered the shocked look on his face the first time he saw you scurry up the tree, you were hoping for a similar level of approving surprise once you got where you were going.
Once you reached the branch directly across from Rafeâs balcony, you pulled one of the pebbles from your pocket and chucked it at his window as hard as you could.Â
âShit,â you whisper-yelled as the throw fell short and the pebble dropped, loudly knocking into the first floor window below. You couldnât afford another noise-causing miss, so you recalculated the throw and bit your lip as you lobbed the next pebble hard. It smacked into Rafeâs window with a loud TINK and you smiled in satisfaction. You waited a moment, then two, and still nothing. The shadowy figure did not return to the curtain. You only had one pebble left, and you had never been good at climbing back down this tree. Remembering the time you fell out of it onto the waiting Rafe below, and you both ended up needing stitches, your stomach twisted in fear. You took in a deep breath and held it, letting the last pebble fly. Another sharp TINK, and a moment of baited breath later, the tall shadow finally returned to the window.
Rafe opened the curtains harshly and you immediately broke into a wild smile. He looked so cute in his fitted gray t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, his normally gelled back her falling in messy pieces around his face. You held back a giggle, delighted by the completely confused look on his face as he searched out the window for the cause of the sound. He lifted the window open and examined the two pebbles that had fallen on the windowsill.Â
You took the opportunity to whisper a loud âpsssst.â His face shot up in surprise and his eyes finally found you in the tree, just a few feet off of the balcony. Where you expected to see surprised delight on his face, you instead caught something cold and irritated.
âY/N,â he whisper-called to you. âWhat are you doing?â
âI just got back, I wanted to see you!â You called to him, hoping his apparent anger was just in response to his own shock.
âIâm busy.â Rafe went to close the window and you felt your moment of opportunity slip away.
âWait!â you stopped him. âPlease donât make me climb down. We both know it wonât end well.â You smiled a sweetly shy smile you hoped would melt his icy demeanor a bit. Â
He sighed and looked at you annoyed for a moment before climbing out the window, his height requiring him to duck low in order to make it through. He had grown even taller over the summer, he must have hit 6 foot by now, maybe more. Your stomach flipped as you watched his athletic frame emerge from his bedroom, now able to see how defined his arms looked in the moonlight. Youâd always thought he was a cute boy, but the way he looked right now lit a fire in your belly. Then you realized what it was - while you were gone, the cute boy-next-door had become a man.
âJust reach over,â he directed you.
âI donât think I can without falling,â you explained. âI think Iâm gonna have to jump.â
âAre you stupid?â He scoffed humorlessly.
Your heart sank, the boy you left behind three months ago never would have called you stupid.
âItâll be fine, you just have to catch me,â you explained.
He rolled his eyes and opened his arms, reaching them over the bannister of the balcony, âfine.â
The brief moment of joy you got from his submission faded fast as you made the mistake of looking down at the gap between the tree and the balcony.
âActuallyâŠâ you said, bravery fading.
âWhat, are you scared?â Rafe taunted.
âNo!â you insisted. You smiled at him, suddenly feeling like the two of you were ten again and he was daring you to jump off the trampoline into the pool in your backyard.
Now or never. With a deep breath and a sharp yelp, you threw yourself out of the tree and towards his waiting arms on the balcony. As promised, he caught you, and pulled you quickly over the bannister. His arms wrapped around your waist, yours around his shoulders, he held you there just a few inches off the ground.
You flattened your hands against the taut muscles of his shoulders, delighting in the strong warmth of them. But before you could fully revel in the feeling of being in his arms, he released his grip on your waist and you dropped the final few inches to the ground. Rafe quickly stepped back, breaking the lock your arms had around his neck. Despite the southern summer heat, the air between you suddenly felt ice cold.
âRafe,â you whispered, stepping towards him, but he only pulled further away.
âYou shouldnât be here,â he said without even looking at you.
Rafe started back towards his window, and something gave you the feeling he was not going to invite you to follow him through it.
âI need to talk to you,â you started to explain.
Rafe whipped around to face you, the way he towered over you at his new height sending goosebumps down your spine.
âWhy donât you go talk to your new boyfriend instead?â He snapped.
You were so stunned that you let out a little laugh, which only made his furrowed brow scrunch even more in anger.
âWhat are you talking about?â You asked.
âI saw the pictures your camp was posting on their website all summer. I saw you wrapped around that douchebag.â
It took a moment of confused silence for you to realize what he was talking about, when it finally dawned on you, you laughed again. He turned from you and started heading towards the window again, but you caught his arm, your hand not able to fit even halfway around it.
âNo, Rafe,â you explained, âThat was just Andy, one of the other campers. We were doing a trust fall exercise. He dropped me like two seconds after that!â
Despite himself, Rafe turned to look at you, eyes examining you nervously.Â
âAre you ok?â He asked in a small voice, wishing desperately that he didnât care.
You smiled softly, there he was - your boy.Â
âIâm fine,â you assured him, showing him the small scar on your wrist. âJust a little scrape.â
A moment passed, he avoided your eyes but allowed you to step closer, your hand sliding down his arm and slipping into his, his fingers reluctantly intertwining with yours. You knew exactly what words he was struggling to find, but decided to let him get there on his own.
Finally, âWhy didnât you answer my letters?â
Your other hand reached into your back pocket and pulled out the envelope you had tucked away. You held it out to him wordlessly. He took the letter and held it to the light coming from his room, examining it with a confused look. The envelope was addressed to him at Tannyhill, from you at camp. When he finally noticed the âreturn to senderâ label, it all clicked.
âThey kept getting returned to me, I donât know why,â you said as you squeezed his hand. âI asked to use my phone to let you know but they wouldnât let me. I almost just snuck out of camp and came home so I could explain it to you.â
âYour mom wouldâve been so mad,â he said, finally, finally smiling at you.
âThen she wouldâve just taken away my phone and weâd be back where we started,â You said. âThereâs like twenty more letters like that. I donât know why they never made it to you, itâs like someone was sabotaging me.â
Rafe seemed satisfied with your explanation and the remaining bit of anger on his face melted away completely. He stuffed the letter in his pocket and suddenly threw his arms around you, lifting you in the air as you yelped in surprise, giggling as he started planting sloppy kisses all over your face and neck.
âShhh, baby, my parents will hear you,â he whispered. âTheyâve got me locked in my tower because I failed my last quiz in this fucking summer school pre-calc class.â
âRafe!â you said in mock-scandal. âNaughty language!â
âOh, baby, I can say way naughtier things than that,â he growled in your ear, your cheeks now burning from real-scandal.
âCâmon,â he said, setting you down and grabbing your hand, to lead you to his still-open window.Â
He placed his large hand on the small of your back as he helped you through the window, climbing in after you and closing it slowly so as to not make a sound.
You and Rafe had done some more-than-kissing things before, but that was the night you gave yourselves to each other completely. He held you after, softly kissing the scar on your arm from when Andy had dropped you.
âNever gonna let that Andy asshole touch you again,â he said between kisses. âHe can find his own girl, youâre mine.â
You giggled and he looked up at you in confusion.
âRafe,â you were laughing hard now. âAndyâs gay.â
He broke into a bashful grin, a quick blush of embarrassment swept across his cheeks before he grew serious again and started kissing up your arm.
âI donât care,â he said. âThey should all know - all the Andys and Jakes and Chads and whoeverthefucks,â his kisses had reached your neck, âno guy is ever gonna get to touch you like me.â He pulled back and looked into your eyes with a sincerity that squeezed your heart. âGonna love you forever. Gonna marry you, make you a mom. Never gonna spend three months, or even three fucking days away from you again. That what you want?â
âYes,â you breathed, meaning it with your whole being.
âGood.â
NowâŠ
The memories flooded your brain as you opened the door and stepped into the home you used to think would be yours someday. The party was swelling, the vibe feeling so familiar and so uncomfortable at the same time.
You made your way straight to the kitchen, desperately needing a drink. Every step you took sent a memory flashing through your thoughts like a shock to your brain. You passed the living room and saw movie-nights-turned-make-out-sessions on the couch, playing mario kart with Sarah and Wheezie while Rafe laughed at your hyper-competitiveness, prom pictures in front of the fireplace. You passed the dining room and saw the first family dinner you were invited to, how you made Ward laugh with a story about fishing your own dad used to tell, how Rafe squeezed your thigh under the table in pride. You entered the kitchen and saw the time you and Rafe set off the smoke alarm trying to make pancakes, the time he lifted you onto the counter and went down on you when his family was out of town. And then, standing by the keg, you saw the girl who invited you, clearly plastered already.
âOmg!â She yelled when she saw you.
Everyone else in the large kitchen turned and looked at you. It felt dramatic, but you could swear the whole room fell silent when they saw you, a comical record scratch playing in your head.
The girl who invited you ran over to you, beer sloshing over the side of her solo cup and onto her shirt.Â
âI can not believe you came,â she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. âI completely forgot when I invited you, about, you know, you and-â
âCan I get one of those?â you cut her off quickly, gesturing towards her drink.
Before she could answer, a loud crash came from outside the kitchenâs open french doors. The heads that had all been watching you suddenly snapped toward the sound towards the crowded back yard. When the loud bellow of a manâs voice rang out, the people in the kitchen all ran towards the unfolding scene. You pushed through the crowd and out the doors, drawn inexplicably to the voice. Your heart dropped to your stomach when you realized why - it was Rafe.
There in the backyard, packed with drunk people and lit by string lights, Rafe stood with his fist clenched in the collar of some guyâs white button up, forcefully pulling the scared looking dude toward him while he yelled.
âI said none of that fucking cheap shit,â Rafe yelled at the guy you now realized was a cater-waiter.Â
âIâm sorry sir, I-â Rafe threw the man down and he fell back in the dirt.
âThis isnât some ghetto block party out in The Cut,â Rafe yelled. âDo you know whoâs fucking house youâre at right now?â
The crowd around you watched, most smiling in support of the man they looked at like he was a rockstar. You cringed at the looks of admiration in their eyes and took Rafe in with your own.
He looked different, harder. His floppy blond locks had been shaved off, and he had traded old t-shirts and jeans for slacks and a polo. He was as tall and built as you remembered, but instead of it being endearing, it was just scary as he looked down at the poor server like he was gonna kill him.
Then he spat on him. He actually spat on another human being. It disgusted you in more ways than one, and you felt your heart breaking in your chest as you realized you had no idea who this man was. The boy who held you on that night four years ago and promised to be yours forever clearly didnât live here anymore. You turned quickly and pushed back through the crowd, unable to watch another second of this sickening display of toxic masculinity.
Rafe glared down at the pogue-scum in the dirt below him, an eerily familiar feeling washed over him as something moved quickly in the corner of his eye. He turned at just the right moment to see a whip of long hair disappear through the crowd. But it wasnât. It couldnât possibly be. Surely, it was not you.
(chapter 2)
a/n: Hiiii this is the first fic I've posted in about 10 years!! Hope you enjoyed, forgive me if I'm rusty! More chapters to come :)
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Sobbing and crying because I want to draw Jon in a very specific way except I havenât drawn properly in months and I canât get the vibe Iâm looking for down right
#I want to draw him DELICATE#I want to draw him like koipalm draws him in their sketches#high cheekbones and long eyelashes and that beautiful beautiful loose hair#I got the hair right!!!!#but the faceâŠand getting two eyes to balance is hard enough#but SIX?#I just love the design so much#HEAR ME OUT#he looks so beautiful and delicate and kind of web like WHICH I have private reasons for#but also even before the monster thing#I can SEE his expression#see none of your Jons really look right with the season 1 feel of absolute asshole#I can imagine that Jonâs face twisting with DERISION#and impatience! and frustration!#and k imagine he barely looks up and the long eyelashes hide his pupils from sight when he looks down#but when heâs scared he FIBALLY OPENS HIS EYES WIDE#AAAAAA#ALSO as a little side thing#I sometimes like to add on to their monster design in my head and give him a few extra arms#play into the web theme but also because heâs so busy#I can imagine him holding his face in his hands while also leaning on the table with a set of hands AND holding a couple of tea#more arms for extra dramatics#tma#Jon sims#hopefully this is down far enough not to clutter the main tag and just organise my blog
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Don't You Dare! (part 2)
Monstertober 2024 - day 13 [ Mating / Hunting season ] by @ozzgin
[ part 1 ]
You stare at Ash's eyes and wonder, who is this man? Where has that timid pup gone and who is this bold wolf? Not that you're complaining about the transformation. He wriggles his finger against your entrance and you whimper. Ash snarls and his teeth glisten pink in the sunset. He looks softer again. "Fuck, you're... so wet..."
You pull his hand off your throat and jump around his hips, locking your arms behind his thick and furry neck, and your legs around his thin waist. You can feel your ass pressing against a firm length.
"Oh my..." you coo rolling your hips against his tip, rubbing your moist entrance against his damp pants. He growls and squeezes your ass, and you happily lift your tail for easier access. "Well, well, well... This is a surprise. Pup can bite after all. Or can you?"
Ash shakes his head. "Do you ever stop teasing?" he asks.
You bury your head into his neck, inhaling his scent. "Fuck..." Your hips sway against his cock. Beautiful sensations make you dizzy. "You smell... so good... pup."
"Not like youâ" Ash trails off and suddenly you're standing behind him, confused and disoriented, but swallowed by a sense of danger. "Don't move."
Ash's stern voice shakes you to clarity and you finally notice three hounds, dog hybrids, just a few meters from you. How didn't you notice them?
"She truly smells divine," one of them steps forward, a smug expression on his face. "We decided to play a bit with her, before leading hunters to you. Move aside, monster, and we won't hurt you too much when we're done."
You growl, thinking how these cocky assholes need good ass kicking... but you stop since your ears catch something. A sound so low, so menacing, so deadly, you immediately step back. With ears pinned tightly against his head, Ash is snarling like a demon.
"Stay there," he tells you. "And close your eyes."
You don't dare disobey him. With both your hands, you close your eyes and Ash's shadow moves away. The sounds you hear... the yelping... the whining... they are horrifying. But you don't open your eyes. Not until Ash's shadow towers you again.
"Hunters and hounds won't bother us today. You can look again", he tells you.
Opening only one eye, fearing what you'll see, you scan your friend. He is covered in blood, but seems unharmed. Three trails of bloody paws lead out of the ravine. The smell of blood, aggression and sweet, sweet victory twirl around you and your breath quickens. The excitement rushes through your veins. "Ash..."
He lifts your head with his claws, smiling a rather terrifying toothy grin. "Come on, my little vixen, let's get you full of this dog's cock."
Your knees buckle and you pant and whine, desperately whispering "Yes... please... now..." while your cunt begs and throbs for a cock. He lifts you and places you on soft leaves, desperately undressing you, but not as much as you claw his already tattered clothes. You need him, need him so much! You shiver and whine, and pull him closer to you. Your fingers are all around his base, playing with his sheath and slowly swelling knot.
He bites the claw off his middle finger and pushes it inside your soaked cunt while sinking his teeth into your breast. You growl: "No! I don't need any foreplay. Fuck me now!"
Ash growls, from annoyance or in agreement, you don't know and don't care. He lifts your legs high in the air, gives your red and puffy cunt a long lick that makes you cry out, and then pushes your knees next to your head. He rubs his thick and swollen cock against your folds and smears your arousal along his shaft. "You want this, vixen? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, yes, yes... please... do it!" you whimper, clawing at his forearms, urging him to hurry or you'll go mad. And finally - finally! - he pushes his length inside you. His knot slams against your entrance, and his heavy balls bounce off your ass. "Fuck!" he snarls, and, while pushing your knees with his entire torso, he pounds your needy pussy in heat with all his power.
You whimper and moan with no regards to who can hear you, telling him to fuck you harder. Ash whispers lewd things into your big fox ears until he can't form words anymore and only snarls and grunts. He thrusts his knot inside, stretching you even more, but you happily accept it and scream his name. He thrusts with his full length, ravaging you in the mating press. "Cum for me, you dirty little vixen. I want your pussy to clench around my knot. Scream my name."
And - fuck! - you do. Your nerves release a pleasure wave and you climax underneath him, pulling him with you. A warm liquid splashes your soft walls, and his knot swells, locking Ash inside you. But even though he stops with thrusts, he pushes one arm between you two and abuses your swollen clit.
"Remember what I dared you", he says, panting, and cruelly rubs your bundle of nerves. You thrash underneath him, overstimulated, but once he bites your ear, your cunt immediately responds and you cum again, all around his knot.
Leaning forward and touching the tip of your sweaty nose with his bloody snout, Ash purrs: "You lost the dare and now I get to do whatever I want with you."
Somewhere in the back of your foggy mind, you wonder what happened to the awkward Ash you knew, but this new Ash, the one forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you, is quite an impressive replacement, and you soon stop thinking about anything else.
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