#mi cleo

[spinaroos-47]

All the inhabitants of Moonstone Island!

I got a plan to draw them all with the spirits I gave them in my playthrough, but first I had to figure out how to draw everyone, so here they are!

[faraige]

ah yes, my adorable bookworm wife and her gigantic interdimensional eldritch horror wolf spirit

[yourfavouritefighter]

a doodle of the girls

[hermajestycleocatra]

You’ll probably have to turn the sound way up but I needed everyone to hear her snoring she is for real doing a snork mi

[leohiranc]

al menos la noche parecía estar calma, no quería ser pesimista y pensar que era una calma antes de la tormenta. por eso se mantiene tranquilo decidiendo poner auspex a descansar porque entre los nervios y el rechazo de la camarilla por tener invitados en el palacio eran abrumadores para sus pensamientos. ' es distinto para cada quién ' niega con su cabeza, jugando con los anillos en sus dedos bajando su mirada hasta propias manos. ' no es mi casa ' se apresura a corregir, que el palacio real era lo más lejano a una casa. sí, sentía orgullo por ser parte de la camarilla y de poder compartir clan con el príncipe. ' no me gusta que me obliguen las cosas y solo por ser tremere tengo que quedarme hasta que termine la gala ' ese era su verdadero problema. usualmente era de seguir la corriente, no alzar la voz y mantener mirada baja pero en momentos como ese le era difícil mantener emociones apaciguadas. ' ¿lo llegaste a recorrer? ' cuestiona entonces desviando mirada hasta castaño. ' espero que al menos la atención sea de tu agrado. ' * @irivcr

sinceridad le toma por sorpresa, con pobladas arriba y cafés abriendo más de la cuenta, dejando que comisuras tiren de sus labios y le regalen una expresión relajada a quien no tarda en ofrecer una justificación. ' descuida, no me voy a ofender por un no ' avisa, sincero cuando dice que no se tomaría un rechazo como algo personal. ' perfecto, encontramos un punto medio ' le transforma en una broma, aún cuando la idea de sacarle a bailar ni siquiera había pasado por su cabeza. termina aceptando la oferta silenciosa de tomar asiento a su lado, sentando en el banco, con ambas piernas estiradas y cada palma haciendo de pilar contra la superficie, sobre el banco y a un costado de sus caderas. suelta una risa, entonces, girando su cabeza en dirección del vástago para brindarle más atención. ' lo sospechaba ' que aunque humor suene fuera de lugar en los labios del pelinegro tonada había hecho un buen trabajo en dejarle claro por lo que era. ' aunque me sorprende que no estés disfrutando la noche, pensé que sería distinto para ustedes ' admite, refiriéndose a la camarilla. no sabía como funcionaba las cosas con estos, si podía meter a todos en la misma bolsa o si había más como leo. ' ¿por qué no? ' entromete, y espere que la conversación quede entre los dos, que sea sincera y no una trampa del príncipe. ' ¿problemas en casa? ' y su cabeza señala en dirección del palacio, dejando bastante claro a qué se refiere. ☙ @leohiranc

[milessluvr]

ʚ THANK U TO MY MANZ ! ɞ

₍🫀₎ ..⃗. ꒰#pairings꒱; miles morales x female black!reader

₍🫀₎ ..⃗. ꒰#warnings꒱; use of the n word making out pure fluff

₍🫀₎ ..⃗. ꒰#a/n꒱; tysm for 100 followers bro I might do a lil celebration I also apologize for being so short I lost ideas 🤍.

y’all remember when I said miles is tender headed? I meant it

like he really won’t sit still because he saids he’s ass gets uncomfortable 😭🙏🏾

“nigga if you keep movin’ yo head ima pop you this comb.”

would definitely beat any guys ass that flirts with you

also trusts you to do his hair if his mom can't do it

wraps his arm around your waist when he's feelin a lil jealous

uses Spanish nicknames like “ma, mami ,mamas , mi Cleo”

if y’all do face masks he’s going with purple since well yk😭.

shared Apple Music playlist with you in class or when your bored

watches AMP Kubz scouts Cory berleezy etc etc

really hates when u call him pookie bear or some shit like that (nah he loves it 😈😈)

@ entox 2023 don’t copy or steal any of my work.

[luci1fer]

Miles with earthy reader in her room

contains: mostly sfw, making out, hand holding, neck grabbing/kissing, cursing, grinding, reader lights incense, intense rounds of board/video games, miles being mesmerized by you, reader has braids with beads

it was a summer Sunday night. Miles parents allowed Miles to stay with you for a couple of days under the supervision of your parents.Even though they said they’d watch you two, they were having their date night, leaving y’all alone. Moonlight was filling up your room and even your face. A couple candles were lit and “When I’m in Your Arms” by Cleo Sol was playing in the background.

“Are you gonna ride with me.” “Hold me down, will you listen, never lie to me.”

Miles couldn’t help but stare at you as he was partaking in a passionate game of Candy Land. You guys had been switching from board game to board game, you would win some, he would win some.This was the last round before you would turn on your PlayStation. While he was obviously trying to win, would occasionally get distracted by your glowing skin.

“If only she realized how enchanting she was”, he would think to himself. His eyes would travel to your body, that beautiful figure that he loved to hold when you two cuddle or just in general. He loved every single outfit that you wore, especially those long, flowy skirts with those marvelous designs that he’s never seen. He praised you for those waist beads you would wear that complimented your complexion…he would never touch them out of respect. You were currently wearing a crop top and shorts that had his eyes wandering.His lip caught between his teeth as he looked at your lips, those full lips that he loved to kiss.

He would mutter a “damn” under his breath as he finally looked at you as a whole. “God, I’m so lucky to have her”, he thought.It wasn’t until you clapped your hands in front of him that he snapped out of it.

“Miles, it’s your turn cariño”, you spoke. He would stare at the game before realizing that you were only a couple spaces from winning.

“Looks like you’re winning mi reina”, he said in a playfully defeated tone. “I wanna play COD”, you said as you turned your console on. Miles would sit in you gaming chair, and you would sit in his lap as the game was starting.

“Y/N…I’m down”, Miles would say to you. You were shooting multiple zombies at a time, trying to make it over to Miles who was slowly running out of time.Eventually, you would make it over and heal his character before one of the hardest rounds came.

“Miles, I know you suck at video games but YOU HAVE A RUN BUTTON FOR A REASON”, you would say…slightly raising your voice. Miles loved when you got so passionate about beating a game. He was surprised you let him help you find a video game Easter egg because even the gods above couldn’t help his ability in playing video games. An hour would pass and your parents still weren’t here, you and Miles had gotten multiple Easter eggs, and your fingers began to grow sore. As soon as you finished getting another Easter egg, you would turn the game, you console, and the controllers off. You grabbed your phone and started shuffling through multiple songs until you picked “Kiss of Life” by Sade.

“There must’ve been an Angel by my side.” “Something heavenly lead me to you”

You would put your braids into a ponytail, making sure not to accidentally rip some beads off the ends. You went through your different scents of incense, occasionally smelling to see which one you were feeling. You decided on Vanilla and lit it, sitting it on the holder. You made your way to Miles, who was sitting on the couch drawing in his sketchbook. He was doing a little sketch of you, but was interrupted by you sitting on his lap. You put one hand on your shoulder and the other in his scalp

As you begin to massage, he would relax in your arms and put his arms around you lower back, pulling you closer to him. He would move from your back to your thighs and rub alongside those, occasionally squeezing. “You’ve been a little quiet today”, you said. “Talk to me, Miles”. Miles would wrap his arms around you and pull you into a tight hug before pulling away.

“I’m just so glad that I get to be with you for a couple days”, he admits. “I love you so much and I haven’t seen you for real since school let out”. You smile and say “I love you too, Miles”. He would smile as well as he pulled you into a soft kiss.

“Cant you see what I’m trying to say.” “I’m nothing without you.”

As “Nothing Without You” by Tenerélle was playing in the background, you and Miles had slowly began to makeout with each other. You had grabbed the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and he had squeezed you thighs a little harder. You swirled your tongue around his bottom lip and he pushed his tongue deeper into your mouth. His hands left your thighs and ran them up and down your body

One hand then moved to your ass and the other to your neck, lightly squeezing both. You began to grind against him, making him let out a quiet gasp. His hand that was on your neck moved to your hand as your fingers locked with his .You began to grind to the rhythm of “Woman” by Little Simz.

While he was aroused, he was enjoying the way you were moving your hips. You were getting aroused yourself as you began to lock lips with him again. Shortly after, he started to place kisses on your neck, even licking and sucking on that sweet spot you love so much. You release light moans into his ear, those beautiful moans that he loves so much.You could feel him under you, that’s when you pulled away and caught your breath. Your shirt had lifted and so had his, and you two would laugh as you looked at his pants.

“Need help with that?”

[life-series-playlist-submissions]

“Mother Love” by Queen for 3rd Life Grian / LimLife Scar & Bdubs

“Not The Same” by Sheldon Riley for Double Life Pearl / Secret Life Scar

“Greased Lightning” by John Travolta for Wild Life Joel

“Without You” by Casey Lee Williams for 3rd Life Scott

“Viva La Vida” by Coldplay for 3rd Life Ren

“Always Look On The Bright Side of Life” by Monty Python for Jimmy/Skizz (general)

“Esa Diva” by Melody for Gem (general)

“Samo mi se spava” by Luke Black for Bdubs (general)

“Dance (Our Own Party)” by The Busker for LimLife Martyn / Secret Life Lizzie (birthday parties)

“Look at me I’m Sandra Dee” by Olivia Newton John for Double Life Pearl

“The Show Must Go On” by Queen for Grian (general) (widow curse)

“Fallen Angel” by TIX for Jimmy (canary curse)

“10 years” by Daði Freyr for Joel Last Life

“The Invisible Man” by Queen for Jimmy Wild Life

“Happy Day in Hell” by Erika Henningsen for LimLife Skizz

“Delilah” by Queen for Double Life Scar

“Mr Bad Guy” by Freddie Mercury for Secret Life Scar

“Last Dance” by Stefania for Last Life Skizz

“Stefania” by Kalush Orchestra for LimLife Scar/Bdubs

“Lab Rules” by ASAPScience for 3rd Life Scar/Grian (science bros)

“Teresa & Maria” by Jerry Heil & alyona alyona for Cleo (general)

“Ulveham” by Gåte for Double Life Pearl

“Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen for Wild Life Tango

“How Much Time Do We Have Left Together” by Klemen for Limited Life

“Running Up That Hill” by Kate Bush for Double Life

“Die Together” by Amanda Tenfjord for Double Life

“My Lucky Day” by DoReDos for Double Life

“Bang!” by AJR for the Life Series

“Dancin’” by CG5 for the Life Series

Holy moly, ok, I’ve added songs to the playlists Grian, Scar, Bdubs, Pearl, Joel, Scott, Ren, Jimmy, Skizz, Gem, Martyn, Lizzie, Cleo, Tango, Limited Life, Double Life, and the Life series. Thank you!

[ren14554]

Want to start from the beginning? Chapter 1

Eternal

Chapter 14: Argentina

They touch down in Argentina in the evening, exhausted and running on fumes. A moderately priced Airbnb goes on the now increasingly heavy Cameron Development platinum card. Each time Rafe hands it over, his frustration deepens, annoyance flickering behind his eyes—but he makes no biting remarks.

Filled with hunger, they stumble into a late-night hole-in-the-wall restaurant, the kind that looks questionable from the outside but turns out to be a hidden gem. The food is incredible—flaky, golden empanadas and perfectly seasoned meats. Sofia converses easily with the staff, her Spanish earning them extra cartons of food, which they scarf down in a deliriously hazy state.

The following day, they head straight to the bank as indicated, in the middle of the city already bursting to life as people go about their days as usual… no sign of Groff or any of his mercenaries. The absence is unsettling.

“Anyone else thinks it’s weird that we haven’t seen Dalia’s men since landing? No Groff. Nothing.” Kiara questions as they approach the entrance.

“I am a little surprised,” Pope admits, eyes scanning their surroundings. “They’ve been everywhere else.”

Sofia remains on edge but keeps her expression neutral as she strides up to the teller’s counter. The routine is second nature by now.

“Quisiera acceder a mi caja de seguridad,” she states confidently, sliding her ID across the counter.

The teller, Marcos, nods and begins typing. “Perfecto. Déjame avisar al gerente. Él finalizará el proceso necesario y luego lo guiará de regreso.”

John B and Rafe stand on either side of her, watchful and tense, waiting for the manager to perform the usual checks. The bank manager confirms the paperwork, and signatures are exchanged, and soon, they’re being led into the vault.

It’s almost too easy.

The safety deposit box. The artifact. In and out in ten minutes. No texts from Sarah or Cleo warning them to be cautious. No sudden ambush. When they exit the bank, John B actually skips. Sofia doesn’t blame him. Relief washes over her, too.

A few minutes later, they regroup by the Río Dique, the canal near the bay.

Sofia pulls the stone piece from her pocket and hands it to Sarah, who immediately examines it. “That makes four. The first two boxes being empty still doesn’t sit right with me.”

Kiara narrows her eyes. “Wonder why Hollis left only four boxes with anything useful?” Her gaze slides to Sofia with a quiet expectation.

Sofia exhales, shoving her hands into her jean shorts. “Only Hollis would know.”

Kiara doesn’t back down. “You wouldn’t?”

Rafe warns. “Kie.” He takes the piece from Sarah and slips it into his back pocket.

Sofia meets Kiara’s gaze. “Why would I?”

Kiara tilts her head. “What is Hollis Robinson doing leaving her wild goose chase—something Groff clearly wants with a burning passion—to you?”

“I have no clue,” Sofia admits.

Cleo chimes in, “She did write you a personal note.”

Sofia shifts uncomfortably. “A typewritten letter. With an ink-stamped signature. Personal?”

“She clearly felt something akin to you, and you were her choice,” Kiara presses.

Sofia takes a step back, arms crossed. “She may have been from the Cut, but that’s where our similarities end. The second I saw her name, I stopped caring and threw the letter away.”

Kiara studies her. “Not even a little curious?”

“Not even a little.” The sudden scrutiny frustrates her. “I thought, after everything, you’d trust me.”

Sarah steps in, “Sofia, we do.”

Sofia levels her with a look. Do you?

Kiara exhales. “Look, I’m not accusing you of anything. I just don’t get why Hollis chose you.”

Sofia glances at Rafe. “Maybe it was more about who I was connected to than who I am.”

Cleo’s gaze flicks to Rafe, obvious distaste written on her face. He rolls his eyes.

John B claps his hands together. “We have the pieces, right? Let’s just focus on that?”

Everyone murmurs in agreement.

“Well, as fun as this has been, I’m starving,” Sarah announces. “So many scents are invading my senses, and I must consume them before I get hangry.”

Kiara scoffs playfully. “All you do is eat these days.” She shakes her head jokingly.

“Growing this one’s kid,” Sarah claps her hands on John B’s shoulders as he gives a light eye roll, “kinda fucks with your appetite, I swear.”

“We can grab food, and then I say we go back to the Airbnb. We can finally see what this goose chase has been all about,” Pope states.

Rafe speaks up. “Anyone else weirded out that we haven’t run into Groff’s people yet? Not at the bank, not anywhere outside?”

Cleo nods. “I swear my head’s been on a swivel just waiting for someone to pop out.”

“Maybe they’re just that good,” Sarah suggests. “We don’t recognize them; they’ve been watching us this whole time.”

“But we have the pieces. Why not come out of the woodwork?” Cleo counters and Kiara nods in agreement.

“Don’t we want them not to be following us?” Sofia adds. “I mean, as much as I surely miss the rants and ravings of Chandler Groff, I’m much happier with him being nowhere near.”

“I, for one, totally agree,” John B says, clapping a quick, solidary hand to her shoulder before intertwining his fingers with Sarah’s. “Let’s stick to the plan. Food. Then back to the lodging. I’d like to get a good look at this artifact and finally find out what’s so important about it.”

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The evening air is breezy, the soft wind rustling the few trees scattered around the smaller, fenced-in backyard of the Airbnb. Pope sits in the middle of the picnic table bench, Kiara perched next to him on one side and Cleo on the other, leaning back on her elbows against the table. John B takes a swig of his beer, sitting atop the table at the far end, Sarah propping herself against his legs, her head resting curiously on her arms.

Pope manages to fish out the three pieces from his backpack, laying them gently on the table. 

Rafe takes a swig of his beer and straddles the opposite end of the bench across the table from Cleo, with Sofia seated between him and Sarah.

Her left leg is curled under her, and her knee lightly grazes against his under the table. While the rest of them watch Pope closely, Rafe inches a gentle hand to her knee, caressing it softly. She gives him a quick glance—a soft smile, eyes starting to glow under the lantern light as dusk settles in.

Pope breaks him from his reprieve.

“The piece?” Pope asks expectantly.

Rafe glances at the awaiting hand, then back up at Pope. With a non-serious eye roll, he slips the piece from his back pocket, where he’d placed it for safekeeping, and hands it over. Pope shuffles the four quadrants together until they fit, the points meeting in the middle. A sense of hopefulness grows at finally understanding what this has all been about.

Or not.

“It’s definitely gotta be Aztec,” Pope comments as the group crowds closer around the table. He shifts the artifact gently, revealing a small carving of a temple at its center, encircled by intricate shapes and squiggles.

“Are you saying this thing is, like, old old?” Kiara asks. “Like, start-of-civilization old?”

“Well…” Pope hedges. “I don’t know.”

They all hold a collective breath as he carefully turns the piece over, keeping the four fragments intact. The other side reveals a mask at the center, surrounded by almost incomprehensible words and symbols.

Sofia corrects, “It’s Mayan.”

Numerous eyes zero in on her. She shifts slightly, uncomfortable. Rafe rests his hand back on her knee, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin. She takes a short breath before continuing, instinctively tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“It almost looks like a Mayan calendar, but it definitely wasn’t made with the intent to tell time.”

John B prods, “How can you tell?”

“Short version,” Sofia says, as Rafe takes another swig of beer, “Mayans tended to decorate and create based on more realistic images and figures. The mask isn’t a typical choice for Aztec art. If there were an animal of some kind or more symbols covering both the front and back, then sure.”

Sarah smiles. “Where’s you become an ancient civilization history expert?”

Sofia shrugs. “Elementary school history. Kids in Mexico get the whole Aztec and Mayan history dump.”

She’d told him before about the short time she lived in Mexico City, how her parents moved her and her younger siblings to The Cut in fourth grade after her dad got a lucrative job offer from her uncle.

“So this thing has gotta be, like… thousands of years old,” Sarah says in awe.

Kiara, however, questions, “If this really is something from way, way… way back when, what the hell does Groff want with it?”

“Gold?” Sarah offers.

“Something that would make him even richer than selling the Crown,” John B adds. “What’s the point of successfully selling that just to chase loose threads with this thing?”

Cleo scoffs. “The man’s insatiable.”

“Well, he’s obviously hell-bent on getting it,” Kiara says, her voice breaking terribly. “He willingly… murdered… JJ for the Crown. I can only imagine what he will do for whatever this could bring.”

“I fear that man will never be satisfied,” John B states, leaning forward to rest a gentle hand on Kiara’s forearm. “Kie.”

Kiara shakes her head angrily, tears brimming in her eyes. “We rip whatever this is out from under him. For JJ.”

“Always,” Sarah says, covering Kiara’s hand in solidarity.

Rafe almost hates to ruin the moment—almost. “As sweet as this all is—” Kiara and Sarah both glare at him briefly, “What the hell does this thing even mean? Why do we need it? Why hide the pieces?”

“All great questions,” Pope answers. “All of which I have no clue.” He sighs.

“Can I?” Sofia asks. Pope nods and carefully slides it over to her. She gently turns it over, peering down at it.

“I think it says… something about life.” She bites her lip momentarily before continuing, “Or maybe death. The language is too worn.”

“Life,” Pope answers back with an air of positivity.

“Or death,” Cleo counters, raising a brow. Pope glances at her with playful exasperation.

“Maybe we could find something online about it,” John B suggests. “Might be impossible, but not improbable.”

“‘Old ancient stone disk mentioning either life… or death,’” Sarah quips. “Yeah, gonna have an easy time with that.”

Rafe regards his girlfriend. “Where to?”

“What?”

“As our apparent ancient civilizations expert, where can we learn more?”

Sofia runs her tongue along her top teeth, thinking. “Well, the Mayans lived across the Yucatán Peninsula and southern Mexico. There’s gotta be a museum or two in the region.”

And just like that, they’ll soon be off on another plane, traveling to another country, chasing ancient history.

Rafe smirks slightly as he watches Sofia explain some of the Mayan history she remembers to his sister. He can’t deny—despite everything—that this excites him just a little. The original goal of getting his money back is starting to take a backseat.

Feels like just about nothing could ruin this.

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Next part: Chapter 15

[girlyteengirl18]

let me introduce my oc

drum roll pleaseeeee 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

give it up for soulanna kwandia pines!!!!

things about my oc

Soulanna was born in 1949, her birthday is on March 17, she is 63 years old, she has been married to stanley for 40ish years, her maiden name is Johnson , she is a cosmetologist she does hair and nails and other things, she has the most popular salon in the town of gravity Falls, in fact her salon was a gift for her and stanleys 30th anniversary. (she did in-fact cry, he knew she would love it and the fact that he was getting tired of the towns people coming to his(brothers) home so he got her something in town, she does work at the shack sometimes as Mrs. Mystery.

backstory timeeee

soulanna was born in detroit, MI but moved to Las Vegas when she was 13 with her mother corrina sonja johnson, an African-American woman from Chicago, Illinois and her father, kurtis Lamar johnson an African-American man from detroit,MI. her mother was a outstanding teacher and her father was a maifa man and a great gambler (hence why they moved to vegas) she also has three siblings one older sister one younger brother and another younger sister so she is the middle child. anyway her fav colors are green, and pastel pink, she is heavily inspired fashion wise by artist like Cleo soul, Britney Spears , the spice girls , donna summer and more. two songs to describe her would be 

meeting stanley time😛

Soulanna met Stanley when she was 23 at a party and after some dates they started dating, she never really knew his living situation but she knew of his past as he came undone one night in her apartment after a few months they had been dating (he says that’s when he knew she turned him “into a sap”) about a year into the relationship, she got pregnant, they became homeless and living in a car on the run all in 2 months. they decided to have a shotgun wedding before leaving Las Vegas, they chose to leave the baby (a girl) in front of a children’s home with a locket to remember them by.

Anyway- once the stuff with ford happened and they get settled she decided that she didn't want to just work in the shack with stan (which they had a argument about bc he’s protective of her and doesn’t know the town well enough to want her to work or go anywhere else) but he realizes that he was in the wrong (and she had to cuss his ass out), they did get their baby back (because they couldn’t bare the fact they had to give her up) when she was 7 years old her name is ma’niayh alora pines and in present time (2012) she is in her late 30s/early 40s? and lives in a town over

the end!!

a/n so this is my oc guys i need to make her a real backstory but that’s what i get so far but she is just me fr but bye my loves ❤️

[oh-yes-i-did-not]

I've been playing Moonstone Island recently. It's a cute farming sim / pokemon / turn based card combat game and despite that combo it's super simple and also super addictive.

The NPCs don't have that much of a story, when compared to regular farming sims, so you mainly just talk generic blah blah to them everyday, go to dates where you find out a bit more and just progress pretty easily. I'm currently undecided between Cleo, Rowan, and Tobin. Unfortunately I see Cleo and Tobin more rarely as one is not a merchant and the other is at the other end of the island. So like, my heart situation with Rowan is the best.

But not as good as with Paolo, goodness gracious. That's what being obsessed with furniture does to you, I guess (they're the village carpenter). Pero no, quiero que seamos amigos, mi chico.

Well anyways, it's the turn based card battle and collecting spirits that is the meat and bones of this game so having any kind of romance is basically just a nice bonus. Even the farming part is to support exploration and battling, as the different plants you grow have different attributes. At first you just eat raw plants but in time you can learn to cook them into status boosting food and then you can even make them into potions that combine attributes of 2 different plants into one consumable.

So yeah, the world is divided to floating islands and at the start you break your broom. Because alchemists travel on brooms, everyone knows that. So you start with just an air balloon and only the very nearest islands available. As you progress you find Islands consisting of different elements, like Poison, Water, and Fire, that require different approaches from you. From those islands you find new Spirits but also seeds to grow and dungeons with Guardians to defeat.

My current party is Earth, Psychic, and Poison element spirits. None have weakness to Electric, which is the current element islands I'm trying to explore but I used to have a Water element spirit (Octopup my fav) in my party all the time bc they're the healers and I love healers. That just doesn't work with Electric so I'm right now just leveling up some other spirits and checking to see how they manage in battle. Jelbell the pink Psychic jelly is the newbie in training in this party, with Sheemp also being a bit lower on levels since I left them out of Water Islands a while ago. Fire is weak to Water, Water to Electricity etc. Taddle the Poison spirit is the highest level in the party atm and a pretty good all arounder but Poison's weakness is Ice, which is only encountered on winter season so soon.

Check this game out. It's all pretty fun!

[venusvity]

do you know any groups that have black members ? i don’t really see a lot of black ocs unfortunately. do you know why? sorry if this come across as rude it’s not my intention 💕

journey from blush + @pinkhues

cleo, soloist + @hausofanya

marchen, age of saturn + @80345i

bottle blonde + @blundie

lee jang-mi, soloist + @rosesnthornz

love, lunarix _ @mediadollz (biracial)

these are just the ones in the fic discord server so there might be more i'm unaware of! please feel free to drop any black fic idols yall know! i think there's a lack of black ocs due to the lack of idol resources, at least, that's my assumption. and don't worry! not rude at all!

[neutrallyobsessed]

kahlopatra with mean!Cleo :))

hell yeah a clone high ship!!

Don’t Ship It In Practice/Could Ship It In Theory!

Why don’t you ship it?/What made you ship it?

We don't do gei in this blog xdd but I can still entertain the idea in text form so, neutrally speaking, I'll say the kahlopatra we got just wasn't all that developed for me to get invested despite my biases. Nothing of it caught my attention so overall, I didn't really care.

NOW you do bring an interesting idea to the table! with Cleo's personality intact some interesting conflict can arise~~ will elaborate down below

What would have made you like it?/What are your favorite things about the ship?

Well if Cleopatra is as mean as she should be, then of course I'm slightly more interested on whatever is going on here! Next step is thinking on what variables we're working on: is Cleo mean to everyone but Frida or is she also toxic with her? is Frida still good and chill or does she also have a mean streak? I can imagine Frida being that righteous bully who thinks her actions have moral justification and maybe having some conflict with Cleo being mean "just because". But maybe they can learn a lot from each other, in relishing on being a massive cunt because you can or that having a justified reason can prevent you from serious concecuences x33 THAT sounds so very fun!!!

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?/Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't exactly have something positive in particular to say, so let's say I don't have nothing negative to say. It's a perfectly fine ship y se lleva mi enhorabuena de pulgar arriba👍. Also while we can all agree that Kahlopatra was underdeveloped, I can't really agree that Cleo liking girls came out of nowhere. Remember that she thought making out with Joan (prolly not as John) could be hot back in S1!

Kahlopatra, as is, tastes like: Raw Vegetable Salad. Sure, it is good and edible or whatever but seriously, it could taste better if it was cooked yknow? I prefer it fried but steamed can also work. Cleo being mean could be like adding salt or vinegar, it definitely gives it more flavor making it tastier but you know, cook that shit oh my goddddd~~

[lelouch]

Sinceramente, no me convence Cupido. Siento que le hizo falta un rediseño más antes de finalizar

Mi favorite es Frankie, como siempre, pero tengo que admitir que está Draculaura es peak y me encanta que Cleo tenga el corte de vestido diferente tanto en la crinolina como el de abajo

la vdd a mí me gustó la Cupido nueva más que la antigua, creo que es el segundo lugar después de Lala pero tienes razón, creo que los colores no están tan armoniosos y x ejemplo me gustaría que tuviera más elementos de color negro para que combinaran con sus piernas

[rotten-vivs]

mis life series fics en español

finalmente pude traducir todas mis fics originalmente escritas en inglés a español. aquí estan los links de las traducciones

¿Es mi hogar? Nuestro hogar - scott/jimmy; third life smp

Y las estrellas observaban - grian/scar; third life smp

Lo amas, ¿verdad? - bigb/ren; double life smp

Orfeo se niega a voltearse - etho/bdubs, cleo&bdubs; last life smp

Un ganador pero no supervivientes - cleo&martyn, cleo&scott; double life smp

english translation: i was finally able to translate all my fics originally in english to spanish. here are the links to the translations

[phieral]

﹙ 𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑂: 𝑁𝐸𝐹𝐸𝑅𝐴 𝐷𝐸 𝑁𝐼𝐿𝐸 ﹚𝄒ㅤ ㅤⓘㅤ 🪽

Diario de Nefera de Nile [W9115] lanzada en 2012. Hasta abajo podrás encontrar la versión gráfica.

TAGS: Diario, Nefera de Nile, Cleo de Nile, Monster High.

CR: Mattel.

La traducción fue hecha por mí, NO ES OFICIAL. ♱⎯⎯ 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐿𝑆𝑇𝑆 𝑀𝐻: 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 | 𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑆 | 𝐶𝑂́𝑀𝐼𝐶𝑆

30 de Julio Mi padre me citó hoy con otra agencia, pero lamentablemente no pude asistir. Anoche debí haber comido algo que no me sentó bien porque esta mañana me sentí mareada y creí detectar el principio de una sombra de imperfección. Inmediatamente hice que los sirvientes prepararan un tratamiento de spa de emergencia y temí moverme para que mi cutis no se alterara por el cambio de humedad que se produciría si salía del penthouse. Todo el incidente fue muy traumático y lo fue aún más tras enterarme de que una monstruo con mucha menos belleza y talento había sido elegida por la agencia para su nueva campaña. Padre me llamó y se enfadó mucho conmigo, incluso después de que le explicara los terribles detalles de mi situación. Me ha amenazado con venir él mismo y escoltarme personalmente a la próxima cita si no, en sus palabras, "Deja de vaciar las arcas reales sin tener que mostrar nada a cambio". Puede que nunca me recupere de semejante golpe a mi delicada psique. El único remedio para esta situación, por supuesto, es hacer una fiesta.

12 de Agosto Todo está listo para la fiesta de mañana por la noche. Todos los agentes y modelos han recibido su invitación y han confirmado su asistencia. El mejor diseñador de interiores de la ciudad está dando los últimos retoques a la decoración, el servicio de catering y el DJ vendrán por la mañana y compré el piso de abajo para evitar posibles problemas con los vecinos. Solamente yo tengo la capacidad de ser la anfitriona más majestuosa y elegante desde... desde siempre. Soy incomparable a cualquiera que haya habido antes de mí y así lo seguiré siendo. Yo soy la reina.

13 de Agosto Debió haber sido mi noche. Recuperé la inversión de mi padre. Se suponía que todo iba a ser sobre mí. ¡MÍ! Todo empezó como debía. La decoración, la comida y la música lo envolvían todo y yo era el centro de todo. Yo brillaba como el Sol y todos los monstruos querían estar en mi órbita. Excepto, excepto un grupo de modelos monstruos que estaban sentadas en mi sofá alrededor de algún tipo de libro. No sé porqué las había invitado a la fiesta y no recordaba que hubieran entrado, pero allí estaban. Las había conocido cuando me mudé por primera vez a la ciudad. Supongo que me fijé en ellas en ese entonces porque actuaban igual que el grupo de perdedoras con las que se arrastra mi hermana en Monster High. Llegaron a Milán por pura casualidad y, a pesar de que les ofrecí venir a vivir conmigo al penthouse, insistieron en compartir un piso que todas pudieran pagar. Entonces decidí ofrecerles el beneficio de mi sabiduría y liderazgo. Pero lo rechazaron. No, querían que simplemente fuera y "pasara el rato" con ellas. Cómo no. Ahora estaban sentadas en mi sofá hojeando... MI FEARBOOK... y se reían... de mí. Debía ser de mí. ¿De qué mas podría ser? Entonces toda la habitación empezó a dar vueltas y parecía que todo el mundo me señalaba y se reía de mí... Supongo que me desmayé porque cuando me desperté todo estaba en silencio y podía oír el sonido de... de alguien limpiando. Salí a tientas de mi habitación y allí estaban esas mismas modelos ayudando a los criados a limpiar después de la fiesta. Todos los demás monstruos habían desaparecido. Todo se había echado a perder por su culpa. Quería gritar, pero eso habría sido muy... corriente. En lugar de eso, les pedí en voz baja que se marcharan y les dije que los criados terminarían el trabajo. No se opusieron, simplemente se fueron, pero antes de que la puerta se cerrara, la última en salir, una licántropa con el pelo demasiado rubio y las puntas abiertas se detuvo y dijo: "Yo también fui capitana de mi equipo de Desanimadoras, a todas nos pareció gracioso que tuviéramos eso en común." ¿Común? Yo nunca he sido común.

25 de Agosto Sigo en Milán, pero ya están listas las maletas y estoy preparada para irme. Tendría que haberme ido ayer, pero los criados que padre envió a hacer el equipaje de mi penthouse eran más perezosos que los que envió a desempaquetarme a mí cuando me mudé. Son sólo 10 habitaciones, por el amor de Ra, y sólo estuve aquí un año. De hecho, intentaron utilizar la excusa de que el ascensor no funcionaba y que cargar con todo por 15 tramos de escaleras ralentizaba el proceso. Uno de ellos incluso tuvo la osadía de levantar los ojos del suelo mientras me hablaba. ¡Qué insolencia! Le habría castigado, pero padre me ha prohibido disciplinar a los criados. Un día, sin embargo, seré reina y yo no olvido.

26 de Agosto Antes de marcharme esta noche hice que mi chófer me llevara por el pequeño y horrible mausoleo donde ese grupo de modelos se agolpaban como zombis hasta que pudieran ser "descubiertas". Tenía algo especial que quería dejarles como regalo de despedida y, aunque normalmente lo habría considerado trabajo de los criados, quería asegurarme de que, en este caso, estuviera bien hecho. Mientras subía las escaleras les oía murmurar, de la forma más mezquina, sobre alguna modelo fracasada que todas conocían. Pensé que sus comentarios eran bastante reveladores, sobre todo porque la probabilidad de que alguna de ellas pisara alguna vez una pasarela era ridícula. Llamé a la puerta y esperé... Oí a una ghoul reírse adentro y decir: "Sí, pero lo que le faltaba de generosidad lo compensa con crueldad". "Y no olvides la inseguridad", añadió otra en zombi. Seguían riendo cuando una gárgola española cuyo nombre había olvidado pero cuya miserable complexión me resultaba completamente familiar abrió por fin la puerta. El mausoleo enmudeció como una tumba y todas se quedaron boquiabiertas. Nunca pasa de moda ver el efecto que causo en los monstruos inferiores. Finalmente, la gárgola recobró sus sentidos lo suficiente como para reconocerme. "Hola Nefera, pensábamos que te habías ido ayer". "La realeza no se rige por los horarios", respondí. "Me voy esta noche, pero antes de irme quería entregarte estas invitaciones. Son para el restaurante que dijeron sería el primer lugar donde les gustaría cenar después de conseguir su primera gran oportunidad. Es de lo más exclusivo, ya lo saben, y hay una mesa con sus nombres reservada para ustedes esta misma noche. Dejé un automóvil a su servicio abajo y el primer plato estará en la mesa dentro de dos horas. Así tendrán tiempo de arreglarse para que se vean presentables". Intentaron darme las gracias, pero su gratitud está tan por debajo de mi conocimiento así como mi belleza está por encima de su vulgaridad. "Todo está arreglado", dije mientras caminaba hacia el vehículo que me esperaba. Más tarde, mientras el avión de mi padre despegaba y las luces de Milán desaparecían bajo las nubes, pensé en el postre y las risas que debían de estar disfrutando y me pregunté en cómo es que aquella patética pandilla de fracasadas iba a conseguir el dinero para pagar la cuenta que iba a llegar a su mesa en tan solo unas horas.

31 de Agosto Tras varias paradas y algunas compras por el camino, por fin volábamos a casa. No había luna y el cielo estaba despejado. El piloto de papá anunció que esta noche iba a haber lluvia de meteoritos. Azula salió de su escondite para posarse en mi mano y mirar por la ventanilla justo a tiempo para ver cómo empezaban a caer las estrellas. Yo estaba bastante aburrida con todo el espectáculo hasta que me fijé en un pequeño grupo que parecía caer justo a la misma velocidad. Hasta que un meteorito mucho más grande y rápido salió de la nada y se estrelló contra el pequeño grupo, lanzándolo en espiral hacia la oscuridad. Ah, sí, estoy de camino a casa, hermanita, y tú y tu pequeña vida feliz ni siquiera me ven llegar.

SOBRE MÍ Nombre: Nefera de Nile Edad: Soy infinita, obviamente... pero para quienes llevan la cuenta de esas cosas, soy tres años mayor que mi hermana pequeña Cleo. Padres Monstruos: La Momia. Estilo matador: Prefiero la moda y los accesorios que acentúan mi belleza eterna, como el azul del Nilo eterno o el oro que no se deslustra con el tiempo. Igual que yo. Monstruosa Imperfección: ¿Imperfección yo? ¿Quién dijo que tengo una imperfección? Quiero nombres y un espejo, ¡rápido! Mascota: Azura es mi escarabajo mascota, Scarabeus Sacer, para ser exactos, es todo un sol. Actividad Favorita: Asegurarme de que mi hermana conoce su lugar en la línea de sucesión real. Atrás de mí. Espantoso Fastidio: Si alguien o algo me molesta, hago algo al respecto. Inmediatamente. Clase favorita: Era Dragonología. Tengo un don con los reptiles. Clase Menos Favorita: Solía ser Lenguas Muertas. ¿Para qué aprender algo que mis criados pueden hacer por mí? Color Favorito: Azul del Nilo. Comida Favorita: Caviar de almas y trufas blancas. Mejores amigos: Reino sola.

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