#dj&mh

[bison2winquote]

After Mr. Hyde loses a life, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde [NES] (Advance Communication Co./ Toho/ Bandai)

[redwuds]

MONSTER HOUSE in 2D

[juneberrie]

[ ꩜ ] STUDY DATES WITH JACKSON JEKYLL

u guys cant study w any kind of music or else holt's gonna try making out w u lmao

but jackson actually likes studying in silence? it helps him focus more

anyways he's pretty helpful when it comes to like. math, science, and english because he went to normie school before transferring to mh

but he sucks at history because he knows normie history, not monster history

anyways he likes sitting across form u when u study so he can look up at u <3

i have a hc that when he's jackson he can hear holts voice in his head and vice versa, holt can hear jackson's voice in his head

so like jackson will randomly lean back looking frustrated because holt keeps telling him to stop studying, its boring, why dont you make out with y/n instead?

he has a stationary collection. fight me.

he has different notebooks for different things: he has seperate ones for taking notes, doing homework, and writing down plans/homework/random things

he also has a big ass highlighter collection so u know he's got u covered

anyways most of the time when u guys have study dates its usually at his house??? in his room to be specific

u guys'll be sitting on his floor, you leaning against the end of his bed and writing and he'll randomly throw u a folded sticky note

"jackson ur like two feet away from me wsp"

"open it" but like he says its kinda shyly bc hes a nervous loser <3

and its just like

"u looked really pretty in science today <3" or soemthing idk

but yeah

hes such a fucking LOSER i love him

[azuzula]

💚the holt / frankie / jackson playlist💛 (spotify)💙

had me @ hello - olivia holt

i’ll meet you there - owl city

scotty doesn’t know - lustra

something that i want - grace potter

moves like jagger (feat. christina aguilera) – maroon 5

i was made for lovin’ you - kiss

what the hell – avril lavigne

weird science – oingo boingo

dj got us fallin in love (feat. pitbull) - usher

tell me something i don’t know - selena gomez & the scene

let’s go surfing - the drums

it’s gonna be me - *nsync

still into you - paramore

any world (that i’m welcome to) - steely dan

higher - taio cruz

[i-like-polls]

[scootersscooter]

Okay is it just me or would Ruth Fleming and Holt Hyde absolutely be best friends

[demonsfate]

Wikia, would you believe me if I told you this Monster High character was named Kuma?

WELL tbf Kuma probably wasn't allowed in the Mishima Polytech School or whatever the fuck due to being a bear, so Heihachi had to send him to Monster High for an education.

[lemondoddle]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marble Hornets Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jay Merrick/Timothy "Tim" Wright | Masky Characters: Jay Merrick, Timothy "Tim" Wright | Masky Additional Tags: Pet Names, Kissing, set nebulously after entry 72, i just wanted to explore this nickname idk where it came from but im obsessed with it, Getting Together, the mildest of implied homophobia, mostly 'oops i just remembered we're in alabama' Summary:

an exploration into Tim's little nickname for Jay

[dingleberry-7708]

i was at walmart earlier today and there were NO monster high dolls (except for a lone creepover frankie w no friends)!!!!

[ramp-it-up]

Exactly

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

This is part two of Coercion.

Word count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI. Smut. Oral sex (m receiving), sex in public, creampie, cum kink, breeding kink, infidelity, manipulation, angst, rough handling, pleasurable pain during sex, violence, mentions of drug use, sex in a car, mentions of anal. Smut starts immediately under the cut.

A/N: This is for the ask below from @theselilwonders. She put in several asks for my #Djs2KHolidayVisit. Oops, Rose, this one ran away from me and became a full fledged fic. Hope you like it! 😘

Notice: I no longer operate a taglist. Follow @rampitupandread to be notified when I post. DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

It’s a marshmallow world in the winter

The sound system in the restaurant blasted the carol as you were on your knees under the table, gagging on Ransom’s cock. He was holding your head down, pulsing at the feeling and sounds of you trying to breathe and hold it together.

It was a large booth at the back of the dimly lit restaurant, but it was still a public place.

He whispered down at you, covering his mouth with his hand so as not to be noticed.

“Damn, you do that so well, Minx.”

He coughed to cover a moan and dug his fingers into your scalp.

He’d taken to calling you Minx because of your cunning and skill in the way you came into his life.

“I’d love it if your mouth was always stuffed full of my cock, that way I didn’t have to hear it running all the time.”

You reached up and fondled his balls just the way he liked, and he exploded. You gulped his creamy white goodness down your throat, trying to capture it before it slid down his long beautiful dick. Some escaped however, and you weren’t mad.

You sat back and looked lovingly at the sight of one of your favorite things. You glanced up and saw that Ransom’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Hand me your phone, Ran. This is amazing.”

“Fucking hell…” he grunted as he fumbled for his phone. But he did it.

You snapped a few pics of his dick and you licking him clean, while Ransom mean mugged other diners who looked askance at the flash going off beneath the table.

You made sure to clean him up good before you tucked him back into his pants, but that left you a mess.

“Fuck!”

He whispered as he slumped down on the seat while you climbed back up beside him. You snapped a picture of his cum on your lips before you used the napkin to clean yourself up and reapply lipstick while you hummed A Marshmallow World.

You snapped one last safe for work pic of yourself before you casually went through his phone.

“You know. Your cum looks like marshmallow fluff. Tastes good too.” You winked at him.

Ransom responded by rolling his eyes, and watching you go through his phone. You had full access to all of his communication means ever since ‘the incident,’ one month before which resulted in Ransom proposing.

One month earlier:

Four months after hooking him at the library event, you’d walked in on Ransom getting head from some random coed in his apartment. You kept your cool, and walked back out without a word.

Two hours later, Ransom received a video of you on Max Thirstborne’s leather couch. You’d filmed him sniffing you through your panties, hell Ransom’s $100 La Perla lace panties that he’s bought for you. He was promising to make you cum in 30 seconds or less as soon as his connect arrived with fresh powder.

In a rage, Ransom drove the Beemer over to Max’s place and saw that your car was outside.

He knocked on the door and when Max answered, expecting his blow, Ransom laid him out with one punch. He snatched you up from the couch, where you were sitting in your bra and panties wet from Ransom’s shown of force.

“Ow! Ran. You’re hurting my arm.”

Ransom released you and bent down to get in your face. You saw anger, but also hurt in his eyes.

The fucking nerve.

“Did you fuck him?”

You smirked at him.

“You fuck other girls, so why the hell not? See, what you’re not gonna do is play me Drysdale. I invented the game.”

Ransom didn’t respond to your statement. He didn’t say that he didn’t fuck what’s her name, that it was just head. He didn’t say that he’d barely been able to get it up and that he definitely didn’t cum. He just repeated his question.

“Did. You. Fuck. Him?”

His words were very precise and clear. He was getting you far wetter than Max could any day.

“No. Max’s dick is trash. Head game only marginally better.”

You didn’t finish the sentence. Not like you Ran. It’s what you wanted to say but didn’t. You were gone on him, but you didn’t tell him that. Max was more than game to let you use him to teach Ransom a lesson. Too bad he was now moaning in pain on his living room floor.

Ransom smirked at you and reached in his pocket and to pull out a black velvet box.

“Enough with the games, that pussy is mine.”

He opened the box to reveal a beautiful vintage diamond ring. Not huge, but intricate and flawless. Your eyes got wide and you looked up at him, causing Ransom’s heart to lurch. His voice softened.

“My grandmother’s ring. Harlan gave it to me to give to you.”

That’s what caused him to set you up to catch him. One last ditch effort at running away from love.

You just continued to stare at the ring and the box. This shit was getting real.

Ransom snapped the box closed and picked you up, carrying you out to the car over his broad shoulder.

“Hugh Drysdale! I don't have any clothes on!!!”

Ransom smacked your ass.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m gonna calm you the fuck down. Can’t have you out here embarrassing me.”

Ransom deposited you in the back seat and went around. You grinned until he got back in the car, and then you put on your pout.

Ransom pulled out his cock, which was long and thick and hard, just like you liked it. You crossed your arms, causing your breasts to almost spill out of your bra.

“I’m not touching that thing. It’s been playing in the trash.”

You were mad. So was Ransom.

“I took a shower. Get your ass over here.”

Ransom sneered at you and reached for you, grabbing you and slinging you over his lap.

He reached his long fingers into your crease, playing in your slick folds.

“That asswipe in there get you like this?”

You laughed in his face, then brought your lips close to his.

“Fuck no. He’s high was high as a kite when I got here. Unfortunately, you got me like this, you son of a bitch.”

Ransom grinned up at you and you could feel him moving your panties to the side as he positioned you over his fat head. He grabbed your hips and you knew what was coming, but you weren’t prepared for the stretch and the feeling of blissful, sweet sweet, pain as he slammed you down on his dick.

“Fuck, Minx. I’m gonna lock this pussy down. So fucking tight for me. Molded to my dick. That’s the only eason I’m marrying you. Shit!”

He pistoned his hips up rapidly, causing your head to bump the roof of the vintage car. You reached up to brace your arm against it and your boob popped out, which Ransom greedily took into his mouth to suck.

“Yeah, keep talking shit, Ran. Gets me hot.”

Ransom released your nipple with a pop.

“I’m gonna pump you so full of my babies, keep you barefoot, pregnant, and sucking my cock in the kitchen for the rest of your life.”

He was holding your hips steady as he mercilessly speared up into you, watching the point where his cock was gliding because of your cream. It was a beautiful sight.

“Then give me that good shit Ran baby!”

He ran his hand up your body to your neck where you had arched your back and leaned into the driver’s seat.

“Nobody can make you cum like I do. Remember that, Minx.” When his thumb touched your clit, you detonated, your hips moving wildly to milk his cock.

“I’m yours Ran! Always!”

“Holy shit!”

Ransom’s toes curled in his shoes and his vision went white as you screamed out your orgasm. He was ruined for you. So damn soft. Like a fucking marshmallow.

You collapsed in his arms, which he’d wrapped around you. You both held each other until he slipped out of you and you shivered.

Ransom moved you off of him and took off his cashmere coat.

“But I have cum running down my legs, Ran.”

Ransom smirked and handed it to you as he got out of the backseat.

“Cover up. Can’t catch cold now that you’re docile enough to fake a sweet surprise proposal at Harlan’s tonight.”

You got out as well and Ransom stood in front of you as you put it on, fixing himself as well. You inhaled his scent and smiled up at him. He let you pull him down for a kiss, his heart doing flip flops. Then, he put you in the car and buckled you in.

“The shit you put me through.”

Ransom shook his head and his mouth came near yours again, but he pulled back and closed the door. You grinned again, anticipating him slipping that ring on your finger.

For Ransom, that was the real proposal, when you finally understood that you were his.

Ransom was annoyed, which really meant anxious. He wanted to move the wedding up. Hell, he’d even suggested eloping.

You were too damn independent for him. He seemed to be a business proposition rather than your life’s mission, unlike all the other women who were trying to marry into the Thrombey family. You needed to be tied to him with babies asap.

But you were insisting on a big spring wedding. Ransom was thinking of tampering with your birth control when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again. It seemed it was on repeat.

He never knew he could be so soft for anyone. But you had him shook. He was like a big marshmallow on the inside because of you. That’s why this fucking Christmas Carol was pissing him off.

“Need some more water ma’am?”

You smiled at him.

“No, I’m very well hydrated thank you, but I would like two fingers of Macallans on the rocks.”

Ransom took his phone back and added his order, “Same,” to the waiter without looking at him.

“And stop that fucking humming. This isn’t a gotdamn musical.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why do you have to be such an ass?”

He glanced up at you.

“And why do you have to be such a … pain?”

He didn’t dare call you a bitch again. Not after the last time.

Ransom looked down at his phone. “Delete.”

The pictures you had just taken were gone. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t delete them, he just hid them in his private stash which was full of pictures of you. His beautiful girl.

He couldn’t let you know how he felt, however, that would just increase your power over him. Heaven knows you had enough.

“Let’s talk about the shitshow.”

You rolled your eyes again. “You mean our wedding?”

The waiter returned with your drinks, still humming. Ransom shot him a deadly look, but then you distracted him by sitting up straight, nipples perky against your cashmere sweater that matched Ransom’s so perfectly. You weren’t wearing a bra. He gazed at you, licked his lips and wondered how you were his perfect match. You were getting him hard again.

He dipped his fingers in your whiskey glass and then inched closer to you, deftly running his hand under your sweater, circling your nipple. You shivered and your nipple peaked at the touch of his hand and the cool liquid.

Ransom knew that you would taste so good when he sucked it off them. You arched into him, murmuring his name and rubbing your thighs together. You loved how he took possession of you in public. You knew you were his.

“You gonna fuck me baby? Right here in this booth?”

Ransom’s brain short circuited. It was the liquor that was intoxicating. Not you, not your beautiful brown skin or those big eyes or that voice when you said his name.

No, he wasn’t soft for you at at all. He reached for the hem of your sweater to lift it up when the waiter came by, humming A Marshmallow World again.

Ransom grabbed his steak knife and banged it on the table menacingly.

“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you!” Ransom growled like an animal.

The waiter stopped, wide eyed, and literally ran away.

You laughed.

“C’mon. Let’s get a room upstairs. Or should we go to your place?”

Ransom pouted. “I don’t care.” He was beyond annoyed.

You scooted out of the other side of the booth, took his hand and tried to pull. He was much bigger than you and was being an infant. He didn’t budge.

“Let’s go home. I feel like we need the lube. Want to give my big baby something special tonight.”

You chuckled at Ransom’s dilated eyes and rubbed his cock as he pulled you back toward him.

“Gonna let me have that ass, Minx?”

His heart was beating in his ears. His insides were mush.

“Yeah.”

You nodded, smiled and bit your lip. Ransom stood up and practically pulled you out of the restaurant, telling the maître’d to charge his account.

Once you got in the beemer, he sped out of the parking lot, hand on your thigh feeling you up. You reached over and turned on the radio.

A Marshmallow World started playing and Ransom groaned.

You reached over and unzipped his pants. Sitting on your knees in the seat, you leaned over to give him a hand job as he drove. You moved close and whispered in his ear.

“Give me some more marshmallow fluff, Ran. All over my hand.”

[yourfavouritefighter]

OK obsessed with the swap ​​idea

- Does Jackson still get bullied?

- How is Holt's life in the monster world?

- How does the trigger work?

- What is their personality like in this world?

- How out of touch is Holt?

- Do they know about each other?

I would love a first days fanfic?

yo glad you like the au! I don’t have all the details set in place so sorry if things are a tad bit inconsistent but here we go! (Also sorry for the late reply I didn’t see the ask rip)

Bullying

-I feel that both of the boys would get bullied but in different ways and for different reasons, Jackson would be pushed around since he’s quite nerdy, so I feel manny still wouldn’t like him. However holt would probably just be excluded from things, or have rumours spread about him, but due to him being prone to fighting back it wouldn’t be direct bullying like it is for Jackson.

Holts life in the monster world

-Holt would still Dj however he’d most likely do it whilst in a disguise of some form, (even if it’s just a mask or some make up) as many monsters don’t trust him. He doesn’t like the fact he has to Hyde his identity but the extra money comes in handy.

Triggers

-This may change in the future but my current plan is to have Jackson be triggered by extreme silence. So there has to be near to no sounds for him to appear. As such the headphones double as extra noise if necessary or as music. I also thought about him being triggered by piano specifically alongside the silence trigger.

Personalities

-Holt: He’s a bit of a joker and pretty immature, he likes to just chill and have fun in life. However he is quite hot headed and can have a short temper. This pairs to mean people don’t trust him too well and don’t want to mess with him (well not directly at least, no one minds the anonymous pranks or rumours just as long as it doesn’t tie back to them).

-Jackson: He’s more reserved than his counterpart, preferring to follow rules and structure, unlike holt’s ‘rules were made to be broken’ mentality, he prefers to stay out of the public eye, whether it be due to not wanting people to find out his identity or avoiding the bullying (since I haven’t decided if people know about him and holt yet). His quiet nature means he can be quite the push over at times making him prime for taunts and attacks from his peers.

(Man I really gotta draw some art of Jackson interacting with people)

Out of touch?

-I’m not too sure what you mean by this, whether it be out of touch with monster culture, or out of touch in the sense of being isolated from his classmates. Either way due to his DJ-ing and being a student at MH he’s picked up a lot of monster slang and culture. And as for friends, he’s known Draculaura since before MH and managed to meet Frankie on his first day, so he isn’t alone there. In the au I’ll still have him be friends with a lot of the usual characters (e.g deuce heath frankie etc with some exceptions)

Do they know?

-As of joining MH definitely yes, but as kids their mother tired to keep it secret, as she doesn’t get along with her Hyde, as such it was a shock when during quiet time at school he burst into flames. Holt was quickly pulled from the school, switching between a mix of homeschooling, monster schools and normie schools. Usually not lasting long at any of them, due to his temper and monster side.

A fic?

-Maybe??????? I’m not too great of a writer, but I might work on a one shot or really short fic about it….someday? If I have the chance and people are interested in it I might take a crack at writing lmao

I hope that covers everything! I’m happy to answer any more questions people have on the au and I really appreciate all the support it’s got! (I really wasn’t expecting it lmao)

[dawnofiight]

I have a roblox avi of

Trixie (MLP)

The entire main 6 (MLP)

DJ Pon 3 (MLP)

Lyra Heartstring (MLP)

Princess Celestia (MLP)

Clawdeen (MH)

Draculaura (MH)

Frankie (MH)

Cleo (MH)

Scarah (MH)

Hatsune Miku

Kagamine Rin

TETO

Megurine Luka

Sailor Moon

The Powerpuff Girls

Bloom (WINX)

Stella (?) (WINX)

Musa (WINX)

Madoka Magica

Gyaru

Princess Peach

Princess Daisy

Princess Rosalina

Akiyama Mizuki (unit outfit & FES) (PRSK)

The entirety of 25ji actually (PRSK)

Like I need help akhdisjsjsns

[fanficfish]

Jackson and Holt MH headcanon - music trigger

Actually on the topic of music: I just thought of a way the Jackson holt music trigger could work (as written by a musician trying to procrastinate on a music assignment or two): Okay so we know from the webisodes, diaries, and movies that Jackson turns into holt when music "with a 4/4 time signature above 90db" plays" However, music is a broad range. And Jackson didn't transform in that one Monster Mashionals epsiodes. Plus if I remember right, it's canon that Holt makes his own music besides DJing. There's gonna be breaks in the music to switch songs, pauses in songs, plus you can't blast music while trying to mix a song cuz that does not work and does not end up going well (that was a nightmare when I tried it-) especially at the sound levels of a hairdryer. Plus, they transformed outside a party once. Outside. So here's my theory: Holt is just triggered by music with a 4/4 time signature. It's a bit deeper than that.

Consider: he transforms when the music is in a genre or by an artist he likes (hence why Jackson would need headphones for the Justin Biter concert but not for a fearleading competition), and the more he enjoys a certain kind of music the more likely hit is he can become the main personality. The music doesn't actually have to be 90db, that just happened to be the sound level needed to get Holt out for the music they played during the music trigger test. So in theory if you blasted William Tell's overture loud enough Holt could theoretically come out, but because he's not really into that stuff he isn't gonna pop out unless he's actively trying or something. Now to the "music must always be playing for him to be out"

My theory is that there's a few seconds- maybe half a minute- before the trigger happens and Jackson is back. Jackson will come back out sooner if music Holt dislikes comes out (see: elevator music, Deuce's Boo York diary), but this leaves time for Holt to be able to mix a new song, do some DJ announcing stuff during a party, get past a pesky ad break, whatever. It also gives him some time to quickly pull up a new playlist if the one he's on ends, but he still needs to be out. Jackson always takes a moment after hearing music before he transforms, so theoretically it's the same for Holt. I imagine if it's loud enough, say, right in his ears, Holt might trigger during a classical concert. Or a very slow song in a rock concert would get Jackson popping out, if Holt was especially not a fan.

Tldr: the music trigger can work you just need to know that not all 4/4 music is equal because classical music can be wild, I'm pretty sure th Beethhoven 9 ode to joy section (in 4/4 time and played very very loud) isn't making Holt come out anytime soon.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[orchid-arts1]

tyler is so hard to draw istg

Their family is so weird I love them so much. like you have a barista, a mad scientist, and a dj. adding heath it would be a flamboyant flirt or something. if mh and wednesday crossed over, id kill for interaction between all of them. Side note: tried to figure out colors but oh welll.

[alexthegreatest0]

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[nixotinix]

major props to @hydinghoney for putting it into words better than i could!!

ok motherfuckers. ive seen some discourse about this and i need to settle this debate once and for all.