#monster high may

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[ID: Traditional, colored fanart of Haunt Couture Frankie Stein with her hands on her hips. Also attached is a Monster High May calendar, with Monster High graphics, that has a drawing prompt listed for each day. Day 1 is fav Frankie Stein design. End ID]

I know May is usually MerMay in the art world, but I felt more inspired by the resurgence of my love for Monster High so I’m doing this instead 😌 here’s my list and my favorite Frankie for day one

[frankendeth]

Fearbook Ghouls

[lyricthecat-12]

Happy International Lesbian Day! 🥳

[definatelymrhyde]

JEKYLL INTO THE JEKYLL-VERSE

Okay so I’ve been working on this for a few days now, and essentially, you know how Worse than I had thought is just a J&H crossover based off of the spider verse movies? Yeah. Well. I decided to draw that idea in its full glory!! So here they are!!!

I’d like to make a mention that some of these Jekyll’s belong to people I know!

Mind Jekyll (or Mindkyll) and Harry Jekyll, pictured top right, belong to @leonenjoyer69

And Molly/May, pictured second row leftmost side belong to @syr3n-go-merp

The Jekyll in the middle is WTIHT Jekyll, who belongs to me

The Jekyll’s to his right are OG Jekyll and Musical Jekyll respectively, and to his left are TGS Jekyll and 2015 Jekyll

The nerd Jekyll with dual coloured hair is Jackson Jekyll from monster high, and the all white Jekyll beside him is MAZM Jekyll from the game Hyde and Seek!

This took 9 hours and a bit in total and is probably the biggest thing I’ve EVER drawn wohssjjsh

[spookberry]

Why is the Pool at Haunted High an actual giant cup of water tho

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[queenoffoliage]

Happy birthday to my first and favorite monster high ghoul!!!

[subpar-celestial]

I just imagine that going from regular hair to fire hair would burn anything on your head

Because I know my hand writing is hard to read:

Deuce- Sorry, I was just thinking...have you ever tried using any hair clips or something?

Deuce- I've just noticed it's always getting in your eyes

Jackson- Oh, um..yea actually

*Burnt hair accessories

Deuce- Oh, because of Ho-

Jackson- It's because of Holt

[dollsinvogue]

I can’t be the only one thinking they wrote her initials like that to resemble the character 兀 right??

[thousandyearphantombunker]

"We want more morally grey/flawed female characters"

You bitches can't handle APPLE WHITE!

like people keep saying "you couldn't even handle rose quartz" but this is even more pathetic to me. How can y'all make this kid into a monster?

[shadow-yato]

Can you draw Rachel baking Holt some cookies? :-)

He’s very excited! 🍪 Ty for the ask anon!

[rubytheyubi]

I FINALLY DREW TORALEI, I LOVE HER SO MUCH

So ashamed I just now finally drew her 😔

[freaky-flawless]

I guess I'm glad the Reel Drama dolls are getting a restock. They needed it so bad. I had thought it weird that Cleo was getting one after how bad the first release went, but this makes a lot more sense. (They should release a Ghoulia too...omg the bright red with the grayscale, and her poster would slayyyyyy)

That being said, I still really wish they would release the posters separately. I don't want all the dolls, but I do really want all the posters.

[e114-6i11]

ALMOST TIME!!🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

[basiatlu]

D for Diricawl

[rainroses45]

What’s in your burger?

☠︎︎description: A ghoulish discovery takes Dean by surprised, it truly was a hunter's biggest dilemma (Dean Winchester x Ghoul Fem! Reader) ☠︎︎a/n: Im watching monster high haunted and I got mega inspiration so expect more on the way plus im trying to clear out my draft box (Not Edited) ☠︎︎song inspiration: Cannibal - Kesha ☠︎︎warning: mention of eating human flesh, killing, you know the usual

Dean’s boots crunched through the brittle leaves as he stepped into the moonlit graveyard. He had followed the trail here. After hours of research and a series of desecrated graves in nearby towns, it all pointed to one thing: a ghoul. His grip on the shotgun tightened, and the salt-iron rounds loaded inside hummed with potential as he scanned the rows of headstones.

Then he saw you.

You were crouched by a fresh grave, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and—damn it—you looked up at him before he could make a move. The smirk that curved your lips stopped him cold. Or was it the blood dripping down your chin?

“Well, well, what do we have here?” you said, standing up and brushing dirt off your hands. Honestly what does it take for a girl to get a good piece of meat out here without the hassle of digging it up and cleaning it. “Big, bad hunter come to play judge, jury, and executioner? A little late now don't you think...it's been dead for what? A week.” You grinned.

“Don’t move,” Dean growled, raising the shotgun to aim squarely at your chest.

You didn’t flinch at his movement. Instead, you tilted your head and crossed your arms, looking more amused than frightened. “Let me guess, you think you’re the hero in this story? Protecting humanity from the big, scary monsters?”

He gritted his teeth. “That’s what you are, isn't? A monster.”

“Sure,” you drawled, stepping closer despite the gun. “But tell me, Hunter," you raised your hands in air quotations at the name hunter, how could they name such weak beings as predators when you are clearly the opposite of their prey - it was a very controversial topic discussed between your kind. "What’s so monstrous about eating what’s already dead? I highly doubt you've ever left a burger unfinished. It's the same principle really."

"I don't recall having human flesh in mine." He snarked back.

"No but you have a dead cow in yours, even a mysterious type of horse meat, and don't get me started with your historical history of surviving off human flesh- what was it called the Donna party no?" You smirked, oh how you loved hitting that specific nerve. "Not to mention there is a rumor going around about dear Sammy boy drinking demons blood - very demure I must say."

Dean faltered, his finger hovering over the trigger. Something in your tone—something confident, almost flirty—made him hesitate. He’d seen ghouls before, but none had ever talked to him like this - none have ever tried bargaining him with American history.

“Quit stalling,” he barked. “You’re just buying time to make a move.”

“Or,” you countered, stopping just out of arm’s reach, “maybe I’m not like the others. Maybe I don’t kill. Maybe you should ask why I’m here instead of shooting first.”

Dean hated how your words wormed their way under his skin, twisting his instincts. He’d been trained to hunt, not to hesitate, but here you were, sharp and self-assured, daring him to look deeper.

Before he could respond, a low growl echoed from the shadows. Dean’s focus snapped to the sound, his grip on the shotgun tightening.

“Friends of yours?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You turned toward the noise, your smirk fading. “Hardly. Ghouls don’t exactly do playdates.”

Two other ghouls emerged, their pale, feral faces twisted with hunger. They weren’t like you, they seemed more concern with expiration dates. Dean could see it immediately in the way they moved, in their gleaming yellow eyes, seemingly fixated on the two of you like prey.

“Looks like you get to play hero after all,” you said, stepping beside him.

“Stay out of my way,” Dean snapped, raising his shotgun as the ghouls lunged. They were too fast for him to prepare his aim. You darted forward with rapid speed, intercepting one of the attackers from reaching the hunter.

“You’re welcome,” you shot back at Dean, before pulling the man down and sinking your teeth into his neck. You pulled backwards as you disconnected his head from his body, and spitting his leftover flesh out of your mouth. "Sir needed some seasoning, oh my-" You let out a gag before you heard growling come from behind you. You had forgotten about thing two after puking up thing one.

Dean reloaded his weapon before firing at the other, the blast echoing through the graveyard. You were about to get up when unexpectedly a third ghoul came out of no where and tackled you to the floor. The second ghoul had crumpled down next to the first, but the third one who tackled you fought back viciously. Dean barely had time to reload before you slammed the ghoul’s head into a tombstone with a sickening crunch.

Panting, you stood, brushing off dirt as if it were nothing. Dean stared, still holding his shotgun at the ready.

“You’re not like them,” he admitted, lowering the weapon slightly.

“Took you long enough to figure that out,” you replied, smirking again. “But don’t worry, Hunter. I’ll let you make it up to me.”

Dean scowled. “We’re not friends.”

“Sure, sure,” you said, waving a hand dismissively. “But if you want to get out of here alive, you might need me. Plus I did save you a full load of ammo.”

Dean didn’t lower the shotgun completely, but he let it rest at his side. “You’re on a short leash, sweetheart.”

You grinned, sharpened teeth flashing in the moonlight. “Careful, Huntsmen. I might start to think you like me.”

And as much as he wanted to deny it, he couldn’t shake the truth. Something about you—your confidence, your humor, and the way you weren’t afraid of him—was already crawling under his skin. Who knows? Maybe he might take a page out of Sam's book, and trust a monster. "I mean how bad could it be?" He thought.

[rayhantochtli]

This past 2nd of April was Autism day internationally, and April as a whole is Autism Acceptance month :D

So here are some canon autistic characters to celebrate!

Characters: Twyla Boogeyman, Fred Jones, Manny Rivera, "Mob" Shigeo Kageyama, Donatello and Norma Khan!