#my sister had clawdeen

[achillean-knight]

Shout out to monster high being heavily shown on my for you

You tempt me to draw Robecca Steam just BC of it being shoved in my face

[spittyfishy]

So! I thought it would be cool to make her being an artist a bigger thing design wise, and tried to work in the shapes of the Eiffel Tower in the shirt and the heals! I know the beret is a cliché but it was too fun not to do lol, and I thought it would be really neat to use yellow/gold as the acscent colour through out the design! I think Catrine should come to monster high as another exchange student, and she doesn’t really talk to anyone and seems super mysterious (Clawdeen having a ‘oh no she’s hot’ moment lol) but turns out the reason she wasn’t talking to anyone is because she only speaks French lol

[blackfilmmakers]

I think my issue with G3 Clawdeen’s glasses, other than the fact they ugly as hell, is that they don’t really advertise her dolls wearing them

Her eyeglasses in the doll line are treated more of an accessory and not, yknow, an aid for her eyesight

Even when they do show the doll with her glasses, they treat it like sunglasses or something you can just casually let sit on your head(granted idk if the Mattel took this photo or a fan. Although for fans to treat her eyeglasses as sunglasses still presents the problem in hand)

Even her music video, showcasing her doll, just does not include her glasses

I guess it doesn’t help that there are so many design concepts for the G3 dolls(not including the movie) all thrown out there

But Clawdeen’s are far more inconsistent. Even her big eyebrows and hairy legs are much noticeable compared to her doll counterpart. I don’t have an issue with big eyebrows and hairy bodies. I have an issue with how these features are not needed on the fashion dolls

And if they didn’t want to show her wearing glasses, because it takes away attention from the details of her nose and freckles? Well maybe not give her eyeglasses to begin with.

[thiamblogger]

i love my mum sm and let me tell you why!!

me and her don't really talk much, like we do, but the way i was raised makes it kind of awkward to talk about certain things, personal things. although when i was younger i knew i could trust her with something as important as coming out, since she never cared for anyone else and she'd accepted my sister, even sat with her during her breakup with her gf.

i'm getting off track here, but basically earlier today i came downstairs to grab a snack and she calls my name, so obviously i go to her. she was in the living room and guess what she was doing?? guess.

SHE WAS LOOKING AT PRIDE PARADES FOR US TO GO TO 😭😭

[gogtropica]

Thabk you so much monster high for bringing back the old dolls

[princessbrunette]

brother’s best friend!rafe is on my mind every minute of every day 😵‍💫 fucking in the most obvious places & reader is trying her absolute best to not make a sound, but rafe isn’t having it - he literally goes to POUND TOWNNN & the moans just pour out her poor mouth !!! :(

also, can i be clawdeen wolf anon? (i love monster high❤️‍🔥).

i misread the request i know i know pls

🎀🩰♡🌸୭

“i swear, you wanna get caught, don’t you? yeah, that shit gets you off, doesn’t it?” rafe pants, his dresser banging against the wall rhythmically from where you’re sat on top of it, his hips thrusting into you. he hadn’t even shut his bedroom door.

you’d been outside with sarah all day, lounging by the pool. rafe wasn’t that discreet about his attraction towards you, wandering out onto the the porch to stare you down in your little bikini. sarah had quickly shooed him away, yelling something about him being a perv which he didn’t deny — turning back around in disinterest with an eye roll, sipping his drink as he meanders back inside. but now, after you’d told her you had to grab something from your bag in her room — she’d left you to her own devices inside tannyhill.

“no! we — we can’t, i feel— mmph— feel terrible!” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he destroys your little cunt, bikini bottoms pushed to the side, toes curling at his lower back.

“really? really. ‘cos to me it seems like you feel pretty good.” he whispers, smirk threatening to twitch at his lips as he switches over to rolling his lips languidly instead of thrusting incessantly. your jaw drops, forehead falling to press to his shoulder and you watch him fuck into you, whining as quietly as your body will allow you.

“she can’t know.” you reiterate in a shameful whisper, trembling when his hand presses between you, thumbing at your clit.

“wont know unless you tell ‘er.” he pants, speeding up again chasing his own high. “hey, you’re the one that likes sneakin’ around so much maybe we should tell her huh? — oh saraaaah!” he calls fairly loudly, turning his face to the open door knowing his sister was outside, likely not to hear him.

you gasp anyway, slapping at his chest making him lose his rhythm and he chuckles boyishly, grabbing you a little tighter so you stop fighting him. “you’re fine.” he reassures, lips hovering over yours as he continues to fuck you, about to kiss you.

“the fuck do you want rafe?” sarah’s voice is suddenly not far at all, half way up the stairs and your eyes widen in panic, shoving him away and jumping off the dresser. he presses his lips together in irritation, yanking his shorts up, sure to tuck his erectjon the right way, so that it wasn’t apparent. as her footsteps draw closer to the already open door, rafe grabs you by the shoulders and stuffs you behind it — opening the door fully to conceal you. she arrives, and he comes up with some bullshit excuse, saying he didn’t need to ask her what he was going to ask before.

she asks if he’s seen you and he shrugs, probably way too exaggerated and theatrical with his mouth turned downwards.

“why the hell would i know where she is, huh?”

sarah’s eyes subconsciously glance around his room. “she said she was coming upstairs to get something from her bag. did you say something to her? it’s bad enough you stare at her all the time like a total creep, but i swear to god rafe if you said anything to—”

“the fuck are you pointing fingers for? i said i haven’t seen her.” he argues back, more convincing this time. “last time i did see her in the house, she was saying she didn’t feel too good. maybe you just missed her.” he explains slowly, calmly. you barely breathe behind the door.

the explanation wasn’t quite adding up, and sarah’s brows furrow, eyeing her older brother. he stares back, knowing if he looks away it’ll be a cause of concern. she’s distracted by his overall appearance, the usually well groomed boy stood before her a little sweaty and red in the face, hair dishevelled and stuck to his forehead.

“whats up with you?” she asks in disgust and he rolls his eyes, waving her away.

“nothing is up with m— get out of my room, go.” he walks her back and she rolls her eyes, storming away.

“i’m not in your room, idiot.”

“shutup.”

he watched her disappear before slowly closing the door, turning to you with a growing smirk.

“i’m going to hell.” you whisper.

“well until then, she thinks you’ve headed home so… guess i got you to myself for the rest of the evening.” he closes in on you, pressing your back to the door and cupping you over your bikini bottoms once more, free hand pawing at your tit. “gotta be quiet though, alright? stakes are higher now. don’t wanna ruin all the fun.”

🎀🩰♡🌸୭

[dollsinvogue]

Clawdeen Wolf core doll diary scans

Found a bunch of old monster high diaries and I wanted to share them! Also does anyone else remember these “unlock more online” codes??

English + Français transcription below

English:

this diary belongs to: Clawdeen Wolf

This is my diary. If you want your life to last longer than it takes to read it. You won't.

Unlock more online: MHCWPACK

July 14th

I got up late so there was no hot water left then I cut myself shaving this cause my razor was dull and I was in hurry to get out of the freezing water but amazingly enough the day actually went down hill from there… Later on Crescent, the alpha Kitty, must have sensed my mood cause instead of spending the night prowling around he curled up in my lap and Kept me company while sorted through my funk.

July 15th

It rained today. I hate the rain. It totally caused my hair to poof out and I was not about to spend the rest of the day looking like a were-poodle. So I grabbed a pair of electric clippers and 15 minutes later I had a new 'do. It's short, scary cute and perfectly wolfish I think I'll keep it for a while or at least until this rain goes away. I have decided that when I control my own fashion empire I'm going to have a stylist on call just for rainy days.

August 4th

I hate, hate, hate! sharing a room with my sister. Howleen totally growls in her sleep, she wears my clothes and she got sprayed by a skunk last week which means that every time she takes a bath, which isn't often, it stinks up the whole room. I'd hope she gets fleas but she'd just spread them to me.

August 7th

I've got to get serious about planning what I'm going to wear on the first day of school this year. I mean It's not like I'm worried about some monster showing up and looking more fabulous than me but I feel obligated to set the bar for everyone else. Last year on the first day of school I caused a minor traffic jam just walking across the school parking lot. It's going to be hard to top that but I've been experimenting with some new hair styles and I'm considering just asking for a school assembly so that crowd control won't be a problem.

August 10th

I tried a new hair remover made especially for werewolves. The label says it will totally eclipse unwanted hair and it's supposed to keep you hair-free for a week …not. It's expensive, it stings worse than wolfs bane and I still have to shave twice a day! What a rip…I could have used that money for a new belt.

August 15th

spent the day at Draculaura's. She's the absolute sweetest BMFF ever! Although if she doesn't stop trying to feed me tofu im going to bite her j/k ;p. She has like rooms and rooms of clothes. It's like a fashion museum. So awesome! She always says that were going to pick out clothes to give Ghoul Will but she always gives most of them to me. I pretend I don't need them but with so many brothers and sisters it's not like there's a lot of extra money to go around for new fashions. I guess we must have gotten a little loud though cause we woke up her dad. He doesn't really like werewolves very much but he tolerates me cause I'm friends with Draculaura. Whatever. It's not like I want to hang out with him either. Anyway, the best thing about Draculaura is that she doesn't give me clothes because she feels sorry for me, she does it because she’s my friend.

August 19th

Went to the Maul with Clawd today. He needed a new football and I needed to get some ideas for my next hair style. While I was there I saw the strangest thing. I was walking past the witches Kitchen supply store and saw Deuce Gorgon reading a cookbook! I yelled "Yo Deuce, trying to find a recipe for snake?" He dropped the cookbook and looked all embarrassed; at least I think he was. It's hard to tell what's going on behind those glasses. I think he would have tried to stone me but Clawd walked up and Deuce chilled. Sometimes it's cool to have the toughest guy in the school on your side. Thanks bro!

August 21st

If I were a mad scientist, the hairstyle experiment I tried today would be locked away in the lab never to see the light of day again. I flat ironed my hair so it was straight and then I razor cut it. As soon as the curl came back things got ugly. Even Howleen felt sorry for me. It's a good thing I'm the werewolf equivalent of Rapunzel and my hair will be grown out by the end of the week or I’d be wearing a hat until Halloween.

August 23rd

Draculaura tried to talk me into trying out for the fearleading squad again. Puhh…leeze. A list of why I'm not a fearleader:

I. I don't "Try out" for anything.

2. I wouldn't be caught human in those uniforms.

3-8 Boring and Cleo de Nile

9. While they're yelling for the boys I'm in the stands flirting with the boys.

10. Boring and Cleo de Nile.

I have thought about trying out just to show I could nake the team but then I look at my list again and it reminds me why I don't want to.

August 25th

Hung out at the Maul with Draculaura and met a new girl named Frankie Stein. She was shopping with her mom and fortunately for Frankie then ran into us. Otherwise she would have started the first day of school dressed like the Bride of Lame-n-stein. Frankie's beautiful and sweet but a bit naive. Fortunately, I’m here to make sure she gets properly educated in the ways of the fierce fashionista.

September 5th

Our annual End of summer family bar-boo-que was todan. Mmmmm...fat juicy steaks for everybody. Except for Draculaura of course. She brought tofu dogs, veggie burgers and a human boy named Jackson Jekyll. She'll always be my BMFF and the sweetest monster ever but ghoulfriend makes some strange choices. Anyway, I could tell he was really nervous, and what human surrounded by werewolves wouldn't be, until Clawd started talking about football and then the two of them kinda hit it off. I think Draculaura is major league crushing on this guy.

September 6th

I know most monsters are probably dreading starting school but not me. I want to learn as much as I can so that I'll be totally prepared when I start building my fashion empire. If for nothing else than to be able to move out of the house and get my own place without having to share everything with all my brothers and sisters. Oh no! I think I smell Howleen in the shower! Why couldn't I have been an only wolf?

About Me

Name: Clawdeen Wolf

Age: 15

Monster Parents: The Werewolf

Killer Style: I’m a fierce fashionista with a confident no-nonsense attitude. I'm also gorgeous, intimidating, and absolutely loyal to my friends.

Freaky Flaw: My hair is worthy of a shampoo commercial and that's just what grows on my legs. Plucking and shaving is definitely a full time job but that's a small price to pay for being scarily fabulous.

Pet: Crescent, a scary cute little kitten as fuzzy as I am.

Favorite Activity: Shopping and flirting with the boys!

Biggest Pet Peeve: I hate having so many of my brothers and sisters in school at the same time. They're annoying, embarrassing, and totally know how to push my buttons. Oh, and Cleo de Nile.

Favorite School Subject: Economics. One day I plan on having my own fashion empire and I want to know as much about business as I do about fashion.

Least Favorite School Subject: Gym. It's only because then won't let me participate in my platforn wedges.

Favorite Color: Gold- it’s the only thing Cleo de Nile and I can ever agree on

Favorite Food: Steak...rare.

BFF's: Frankie Stein and Draculaura

Français:

ce journal appartient à: Clawdeen Wolf

Ceci est mon journal intime. Si tu veux que ta vie dure plus longtemps que sa lecture...Tu ne le liras pas

Accède à plus de contenu en ligne: MHCWPACK

14 juillet

Je me suis levée en retard, et il n’y avait plus d'eau chaude. Ensuite, je me suis coupée en me rasant parce que mon rasoir n’était pas bien affûté et que j'étais pressée de sortir de cette eau glacée. Et la journée ne s'est pas améliorée... Plus tard, Crescent le chaton alpha doit avoir senti que je n'étais pas de bonne humeur, car au lieu de passer la soirée à tourner en rond, il s'est couché sur mes genoux et m’a tenu compagnie tant que je ne m'étais pas remise de mes émotions.

5 juillet

Il a plu aujourd'hui. Je déteste la pluie. À cause de ça, mes cheveux étaient hors de contrôle. Je n'avais pas l'intention de passer le reste de la journée avec un look de caniche-garou. Alors j'ai pris deux tondeuses électriques et 15 minutes plus tard, j'avais une nouvelle coupe! C'est court, effroyablement joli et reflète parfaitement ma nature de loup. Je pense que je vais garder ce style un bout de temps, ou au moins le temps que la pluie cesse. J'ai décidé que lorsque je dirigerai mon propre empire de la mode, j'aurai un styliste de garde rien que pour les jours de pluie.

4 août

Je déteste, déteste, déteste!! partager une chambre avec ma soeur. Howleen groque dans son sommeil et elle porte mes vêtements. Une mouffette l'a arrosée la semaine dernière, ce qui signifie que chaque fois qu'elle prend un bain, c'est-à-dire pas très souvent, ça sent dans toute la pièce. Je lui souhaiterais bien d'attraper des puces, mais elle me les transmettrait aussi.

7 août

II faut que je pense sérieusement à ce que je vais porter pour la rentrée scolaire cette année. Ce n'est pas comme si j'avais peur qu’un autre monstre ait l'air plus fabuleux que moi, mais je me sens obligée de mettre la barre assez haute pour les autres. L'année passée, lors de la rentrée, j'ai provoqué un mini-embouteillage rien qu'en traversant le stationnement de l'école. Ça va être difficile de renouveler l'exploit, mais j'ai essané quelques novveaux stules de coiffure et j'envisage de demander une réunion scolaire pour qu'il y ait un meilleur contrôle des foules.

10 août

J'ai essayé une nouvelle crème dépilatoire conçue spécialement pour les loups-garous. L'étiquette dit qu'elle fait totalement disparaître les poils indésirables et elle est censée les empêcher de repousser pendant toute une semaine... mon oeil! Ça coûte cher, ça sent pire qu'ne meute de loups et je suis toujours obligée de me raser deux fois par jour! C'est du vol... J'aurais pu utiliser cet argent pour une nouvelle ceinture.

15 août

J'ai passé la journée chez Draculaura. C'est vraiment la plus gentille de toutes les amies! Mais si elle essaie encore de me faire avaler du tofu, je vais la mordre! Je blague...;p. Il y a plein de pièces remplies de vêtements chez elle. Un véritable musée de la mode! C'est super! Elle dit toujours que nous allons choisir des vêtements à donner à des oeuvres de charité, mais elle m'en donne toujours la plus grande partie. Je fais semblant de ne pas en avoir. besoin, mais avec tous mes frères et soeurs, il ne reste pas beaucoup d'argent pour magasiner. Je crois qu'on a fait un peu trop de bruit l'autre jour parce que nous avons réveillé son père. Il n'aime pas vraiment les loups-garous mais il me tolère parce que je suis amie avec Draculaura. Peu importe. Ça n'est pas comme si je voulais être son amie. De toute façon, ce qu'il y a de bien avec Draculaura c'est qu'elle ne me donne pas des vêtements parce qu'elle a pitié de moi, mais parce que c'est mon amie.

19 août

Je suis allée aux Galeries l'Épouvante avec Clawd aujourd'hui. Il avait besoin d'un nouveau ballon de football et je cherchais de nouvelles idées pour ma prochaine coiffure. Là-bas, jai vu quelqu'un chose de très étrange. Je passais devant le magasin de chaudrons de sorcière et j'ai aperçu Deuce Gorgon en train de live un livre de cuisine! J'ai crié «Hé, Deuce! Tu cherches une recette de serpents?» Il a lâché le livre et avait l'air très embarrassé, du moins c'est ce que j'ai pensé. C'est difficile de deviner ce qui se passe derrière ces lunettes. Je crois qu'il aurait bien essayé de me transformer en pierre, mais Clawd s'est approché et Deuce s'est calmé. Quelque fois, c'est cool d'avoir le gars le plus costaud de l'école de son côté. Merci!

21 août

Si j'étais un savant fou, l'expérience de coiffure que j'ai essayée aujourd'hui resterait à jamais sous clé dans le laboratoire. J'ai utilisé un fer pour aplatir mes cheveux avant de les couper au rasoir. Mais quand mes boucles naturelles sont revenues, le résultat était horrible. Même Howleen avait de la peine pour moi. Une chance que je suis l'équivalent de Raiponce chez les loups-garous et que mes cheveux auront repoussé d'ici la fin de la semaine, sinon j'aurais dû porter un chapeau jusqu'à l'Halloween.

23 août

Draculaura a encore essayé de me convaincre de passer une audition pour la brigade de la terreur. Pfff... sans espoir. Voilà la liste des raisons pour lesquelles je ne veux pas être dans la brigade:

I. Je ne fais pas d'auditions pour quoi que ce soit.

2. Je ne voudrais pas être vue dans ces uniformes.

3-8. C'est ennuyant... et Cleo de Nile

9. Pendant qu'elles crient pour encourager les garçons, je suis dans les gradins en train de flirter avec les garçons.

10. C'est ennuyant... et Cleo de Nile

J'avais pensé essayer juste pour montrer que je peux entrer dans l'équipe, puis j'ai jeté à nouveau un coup d'oeil à ma liste et ça m'a rappelé pourquoi je ne veux pas.

25 août

Je suis allée aux Galeries l'Épouvante avec Draculaura et nous y avons rencontré une nouvelle fille qui s'appelle Frankie stein. Elle magasinait avec sa mère et, heureusement pour Frankie, nous les avons rencontrées. Sinon, elle aurait commencé l'école habillée comme la fiancée de Horrible-stein. Frankie est belle et charmante mais un peu naive. Heureusement, je suis là pour assurer son éducation dans la plus pure tradition de la mode.

5 septembre

Aujourd'hui a eu lieu notre barbe-queue familial destiné à commémorer la Fin de l'été. Mmmmm.... des steaks gras et bien juteux pour tout le monde. Sauf pour Draculaura bien sûr. Elle avait apporté des saucisses de tofu, des hamburgers végétariens et un humain du nom de Jackson Jekyll. Elle sera toujours ma meilleure amie pour la vie et le monstre le plus gentil qui soit, mais elle fait parfois des choix étranges. Mais bon. J'ai remarqué quil était vraiment nerveux (mais quel humain entouré de loups-garous ne le serait pas)... Jusqu'à ce que Clawd commence à parler de football. Ensuite, ils ont eu l'air de bien s'entendre. Je crois que ce garçon intéresse vraiment Draculaura.

6 septembre

Je sais que la plupart des monstres n'ont pas le goût de retourner à l'école, mais pas moi. Je veux apprendre le plus possible pour être bien préparée le jour où je commencerai à bâtir mon empire de la mode. Même si ce n'est que pour pouvoir quitter la tanière et trouver un endroit pour moi toute seule où je n'aurai pas à partager quoi que ce soit avec mes frères et soeurs. Oh, non! Je crois que je sens Howleen sous la douche! Pourquoi je ne suis pas un loup unique?

Infos Personelles

Nom: Clawdeen Wolf

Age: 15 ans

Parents monstres: Le Loup-garou

Look d'enfer: J'adore vraiment la mode et j'ai une grande confiance en moi. Je suis également ravissante, redoutable et d'une grande loyauté envers mes amis.

Particularité: Mes cheveux sont diques d'une pub de shampooing... Le problème c'est qu'ils poussent aussi sur mes jambes. L'emploi d'une pince à épiler et d'un rasoir constitue définitivement un travail à temps plein, wais dest ou petit prix à paver pour paraître effroyablement fabuleuse.

Animal de compagnie: Crescent, un petit chaton affreusement miguon qui a autant de duvet que moi.

Activité préférée: Magasiner et flirter avec les garçons!

Ce que je déteste le plus: Je déteste avoir autant de frères et soeurs à l'école en même temps. Ils sont Tannants, embarrassants et savent exactement convient viénerver. Oh j'allais aublier...et Cleo de Nile.

Matière préférée à l'école : L'économie. J'aimerais avoir mon propre empire de la mode un jour, alors je veux en apprendre autant sur les affaires que j’en connais sur la mode l’étudier

Matière que aime le moins L'éducation physique. C'est juste parce que je v'ai pas le droit de mettre mes chaussures à plate-forme.

Couleur préférée : Or - C'est bien la seule chose sur laquelle Cleo de Nile et moi sommes d'accord.

Nourriture preférée Un steak... saiguant.

Amis pour la vie: Frankie Stein et Draculaura

[mr-walkingrainbow]

TORALEI ANGST LORE DROP???

TORALEIS FINALLY IN FUCKING THERAPY WAHOOOOOO!

NOOOOO ITS FAMILY THERAPY MEANING SHE HAS TO SEE HER FUCKING NIGHTMARE OF AN ABUSIVE ASS MOTHER. IT ALSO PROBABLY MEANS SHES GETTING RETRAUMATIZED NEARLY EVERY FUCKING TIME

COME ON CLAWDEEN WHY ARENT YOU LOVING YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!?!

THE REFORM CENTER FOR BEASTIE BADDIES?!! THE FUCK DID THEY JUST COMBINE JAIL. A MENTAL HOSPITAL. ALCOHOL ANONYMOUS AND CHILD PROTECTIVE SERVICES ALL INTO ONE ?!

ALSO? CATARINAS ALIVE? THATS UH? Not bad I guess? This is literally the first confirmation we’ve gotten that she survived the finale. So uh. That’s good I guess. Somewhat. HAHA ALOWS ME TO TORTURE TORALEI MORE IN FANFICS HAHAHAHAHAH!

I’m literally in love with this so fucking much. But really. Come on. The society could do better. Get toralei in individualized therapy. Catarina should be in rehab WAY longer then she’s been before they even initiate such type of conjoined therapy. Operating under basic guidelines. They can allow supervised visits between mother and daughter but they shouldn’t be in something like therapy till the mom’s somewhat proven/served time that allows them to see she’s headed on the right path. Not to mention they’d BOTH be in individualized therapy as well. It wouldn’t just be family therapy like this. Also. I love that Toralei got to stay at the Wolfs house. But??? What the fuck was CPS thinking? They’d never put a child with a random family who has no foster care license when she has ALIVE AND WELCOMING NEXT OF KIN. Toralei literally could have stayed with the weretwins and her aunt/Uncle. Like??? The cousins ADORE her! (Too a concerning agree. Don’t get me wrong I love their relationship. But Persephones treating dissapointing toralei like it’s life or death. I could somewhat understand that panic for a parent. But it’s somewhat unhealthy for a cousin. Although it’s not completely odd. I know I’d be destroyed if I ever dissapointed my older cousin who I look up too. I feel like it’s somewhat like that?)

Anywho. I LOVE how supportive Meowlody and Pursephony are with toralei and family therapy. They don’t judge her. And they don’t judge their aunt. Just tell her to say hi for them. They offer unwavering support and with how much Toraleis currently getting I’d say it’s dearly needed.

also. Not related but I LOVE Meowlody having adhd. I have adhd and I connected with her SO FUCKING MUCH in this episode. Jsut in this clip. Her volume control and excitement about the ‘wrong things’ just is so relatable. Her being confident but also somewhat not confident about a list of tasks. Practically begging her sister to realize she really did listen but it’s so hard to remember and things get confused and to show that we DO have good memory! We just see it in different ways! God. Amazing. My only thing is I wish she would have audibly confirmed it. Like we know they had Twyla verbally say she’s autistic. Why couldn’t they do that for adhd? It’s odd but I’ve never actually seen it verbally stated in tv before.

anywho uh- I’m gonna be writing so much fucking toralei angst so yall should be on the lookout!

AND YO THAT OPERETTA GENERATION ONE REFERENCE WAS UNHINGED I LOVE IT

And yo was that a hint of FUCKING YARN SALT AKA MEOWLODY X BARKIMEDES I SAW???

[dinahblackdamncanary]

Clawd's diary (back to School) on: Clawd and Cleo relationship

October the 18th

(...) today I had to stop Clawdeen from going after Cleo because Clawdeen still thinks Cleo dumped me for Deuce and broke my heart. That's not how it happened, so I told Clawdeen the real story. When Cleo and I first started going out, I had just been voted captain of the football team, and Cleo had taken over her sister Nefera's spot as captain of the fear squad. I was the BMOC–Big Monster on Campus, and she was Her Royal Hawtness; it was like living in the perfect nightmare. Even then, I think we were enjoying the attention more than the relationship. We were friends, still are, in fact, but the spark just wasn't there. There was a spark between her and Deuce, though.

You couldn't help but see it when they were around each other. I confess I was a little jealous, but I soon got over that as our perfect nightmare suddenly came to an end. My wake-up call came in the form of a season where we lost every game, but one and I completed more passes to the other team than I did to my own. For Cleo, it was thinking she could just pick up her sister's pom-poms and not miss a fear, except she was so bossy half the team quit, and the half that stayed just did their own thing. We probably would have broken up then, but the thought of adding any more drama to what was already going on was too much to think about. So we stayed together and kind of leaned on each other through it all. Eventually, I started to make better decisions on the field, and Cleo learned that leadership involved more than barking orders. So on the night before the last game of the year, we decided to break up. Cleo told me that she knew Deuce wanted to ask her out but didn't dare because she was still dating me and that she wouldn't say yes for the same reason. That was that, except Cleo wanted to tell everyone that she broke it off because she didn't want anyone thinking that the captain of the fear squad got dumped. I told her I wouldn't lie about what happened, but I wouldn't say anything to contradict it. Looking back, I think it was dumb on her part to care so much about social status, and it was equally dumb on my part to be "heroic" about it. (...)

Clawd, the first Cleuce fan!! ❤️

[s1l]

A Favor

Character focus: Toralei and Spelldon

Pairings: Clawdeen/Toralei and Spelldon/Valentine

Fandom: Monster High

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Spelldon wants to go to the prom with his boyfriend, but he'll only be allowed to go if he has a ghoul to bring.

Toralei was one of those ghouls who never had to worry about acceptance from her family for who she was. Not only had she already told everyone that she was a stray, but she also frankly couldn't have cared less about approval from her family any more. Her parents were always way too distracted with her siblings for them to bat an eye at anything and everything she did.

Spelldon, on the other hand, wasn't the same in the least. He and his sister were so close that they might as well have been conjoined with how much they knew about each other. She had always known everything about him, well, almost everything. Sure, he wasn't entirely sure how his sister felt about monsters who didn't like the opposite gender, but even then, he wasn't ready to find out.

He wanted to come out when he felt comfortable, instead of going up to his sister and saying something like "oh hey sis! Gonna go take my boyfriend to the prom, y'know? Cool, anyways bye!" Because he was smarter than that.

But Kieran meant a lot to him. He was going to the prom with him, one way or another. He just needed to convince his sister that he had a ghoul to go with, and he could get the tickets to go, no problem.

Actually, come to think of it, there was one problem. Spelldon wasn't popular in the slightest, so he wouldn't be able to get a ghoul to be his fake date with his charms and status alone. On top of that, he needed a ghoul who would understand where he was coming from. A ghoul who wouldn't feel an ounce of romantic feelings during the prom.

That's when it hit him; Clawdeen. Not only would Clawdeen understand his fear, since she was close with her family and also attracted to the same gender, but Spelldon also knew that she was unbelievably kind-hearted and would be willing to help him with something as urgent as this. No doubt about it.

Prom was coming to Monster High on Friday, like every year. At least they didn't hold it on the 13th this time, it seemed that the school had learned its lesson.

As a last ditch effort, Spelldon managed to catch Clawdeen in the halls. She was holding Toralei's hand (if you can call it that) tightly in her arm and swinging it gently back and forth as they both headed to her locker.

Spelldon approached them once the two of them stopped at her locker, and he cleared his throat once he was able to stand right behind them. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as Clawdeen turned to him, Toralei huffed and folded her arms, not even bothering to face Spelldon or acknowledge his very existence.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Spelldon's breath became ragged and uneven. He exhaled deeply, steadying his breathing to the best of his ability. He tried his best to smooth out his voice and hide his anxiousness. His thumbnail digging into his palm, his joints pressing against the inner fabric of his pocket.

"So, are you and Toralei going to the prom together? If so...do you know any other, well, lesbians that would be willing to go to the prom with me?" Spelldon's heart stopped right in his chest. Despite his blood going cold, he could feel his face turn red. Which was odd...because last time he had checked, it couldn't do that. His entire body suddenly felt like it had caught on fire, he could even feel the "smoke" in his eyes.

Clawdeen's eyes widened slightly, her fake eyelashes nearly touching her own eyebrows. Spelldon's eyes glazed over the back of Toralei's head, watching her ears twitch from his question. She finally turned to face him, giggling, her 'hand' covering her lower lip.

Clawdeen's right fang dug into her lower lip before she spoke. "Um...what? I love you Spelldon, but that sounded weird...like, really weird."

Spelldon's hands were getting so overly drenched in sweat that he had to force himself to take them out of his pockets. Now he was just shuffling around, awkwardly fumbling with his own two hands, unaware of how utterly stupid he must've looked in that moment. "So, if you didn't know, me and Kieran are together now. And of course, I wanna take him to the prom more than anything. The only issue is; I need to have a 'fake-date' so that I can get the tickets and go to the prom without my sister getting suspicious, y'know? That probably didn't make a whole lotta sense..."

Clawdeen nodded, her eyebrows dipping and her eyes softening as she turned her head towards Toralei. Toralei was instead staring into space, before glaring at Spelldon. "You're so lucky that my ghoulfriend is the sweetest in this whole school. She'd do anything to do a favor like that for you out of the goodness of her heart. Which is why I'm gonna be your fake-date instead. I'm not letting you get anywhere near my ghoulfriend, even as a 'lie'" Toralei's voice was as smooth as honey, but ended with a sharp and dragged out tone.

"Don't ya think that's a bit...dramatic?" Clawdeen chimed in.

"Hey, don't you think it's just so sweet of me to be doing such a kind thing for him?" Toralei shot back in a immaculate voice and tone.

Clawdeen chuckled softly. "Yeah yeah, you're right."

It felt as if Spelldon and Toralei had rehearsed this a million times in only the past two days. Sure, Toralei definitely wasn't the easiest to work alongside, but he was still unbelievably grateful for everything. As well as, he's dating Kieran Valentine. He's definitely used to doing things with 'difficult' monsters.

Spelldon was standing in front of his mirror, his ICoffin set on the desk right next to him. Toralei was chatting away on the other line, listing off her guesses of what would happen at the prom. Like maybe Jane Boolittle would see someone wearing a fur coat and would ask them about it again and again until the sun ended up rising the next day.

Spelldon spoke up a bit before grabbing his ICoffin and propping it up against the mirror, the bottom relying on the platform that held the framed reflective surface itself. Spelldon quickly held up two seperate suits, one black with a matching black tie, the other one also black but with a white tie. "So? Which one is better?" Spelldon said with a grin, his mouth showing a small gap in his teeth.

Spelldon's ears felt as if they were falling off of the sides of his head the moment he heard Toralei break into manic cackling. "You're kidding, right? You're actually kidding! That's hilarious!" She put her 'hand' to her chest and made a big show of trying to calm down, her mouth forming small O's each time she breathed in and out.

Spelldon began to part his lips to speak, but Toralei cut him off before he could even make out a syllable. "Spelldee- can I call you that?" Spelldon nodded, his hair covering his eyes a bit. He brushed his hair back which reminded him that he still needed to style it once this call was finished. "Purr-fect. So, Spelldee, you're going to be dancing with Kieran Valentine at the prom, and you're going out of your way to wear the most bland suit known to monster-kind?? Have you gone off the deep end finally?"

That definitely fractured something inside of him. Spelldon furrowed his eyebrows "I thought they looked nice..." Toralei smacked her lips as she then rubbed them together, finishing her lip stick. "Yeah, no, it's nice...for a business meeting on a zoom call in the basement..."

Spelldon's didn't even notice that he was staring at her in the way he was, he actually looked somewhat dumbfounded.

"Look, Valentine tries his best to be the cat's meow each and every day. So if you think he isn't gonna go above and beyond for prom, then you gotta get your head outta the clouds. I know being all fancy-schmancy isn't really your style, but c'mon, don't you wanna impress him? Even just a lil bit?" Toralei tucked her hand underneath her chin as she closed her left eye, applying "moon dust" eye shadow with her free hand.

"Well, yeah! You're right. Woah, you're being really nice, y'know?"

"I just want you away from my ghoul."

"You know I don't like her like that."

"Yeah, and? The school doesn't. I don't want everyone thinking you two are a thing, that kinda stuff really gets on my nerves."

Spelldon shrugged and grinned slightly. Wasn't Toralei always spreading rumors? So what, when it's about her, suddenly it's foul and dire? Either way, he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. "Yeah, totally, I get it. So, about the suit...what do I do? I don't really have anything that would catch eyeballs there."

"I'll bring you something when I come to pick you up, don't you worry, Spelldee-boy."

"I'm not so sure that I can trust you...no offense."

"Eh, some taken. Well, when I get there, you can look at the outfit before you put it on, ok? Here, I'll finish up so I can get there sooner so that you have time to change. I actually have something for you that's right up your alley."

At 7:13, the sound of the door bell rang through the house. "Oh, Spelldonnnn~ your girlfriend is here...!" Casta called through the door. Spelldon could've worn that she had said "girlfriend" in an almost mocking way, but he decided to push past it for his own good.

"Hey! Shut up!" Spelldon said, laughing and creaking open his bedroom door, accidentally kicking over a few potion bottles. Toralei was standing in the middle of the living room, her hand placed promptly on her hip, her spine curved slightly as she used her other hand to flip her hair. "Took you long enough" she hissed through her fangs.

Spelldon laughed and apologized, walking over to Toralei. "You got the goods?" He began to ask, but he could feel his sister's eyes on the back of his neck. "Oh, sis...it's not like that, it's just some clothes." He said as Casta narrowed her eyes and nodded.

Finally, they were there. Spelldon felt his breathing stop as he pushed through the gym doors, which proceeded to creak eerily as every door in the building had always done. Toralei followed close behind him.

Spelldon breathed in deeply, "we did it. Toralei, thank you so much. I owe you. Big time." Toralei purred as she grinned, bearing her fangs. "Ha! You bet you do."

Toralei's heels clicked against the smooth ground of the gym floor. She soon was able to spot Clawdeen waving her over, and Spelldon saw Toralei's fur stand on end as she began to race over to her ghoulfriend.

Spelldon's eyes tried to cover as much ground as possible, but nearly jumped right out of his skin when he felt something harshly tap his shoulder.

"Hey! Ya made it!"

Spelldon could recognize that voice even if they had been underwater. He couldn't help but beam, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He spun around a bit too quickly but tried to straighten his posture, praying that Kieran hadn't noticed how stupidly ecstatic he was.

Toralei had been right.

Kieran's hair was twisted at the ends. His ears had black and silver earrings hanging down. Transparent black lace cuffs hung over his hands, making his crimson red nails barely visible...but Spelldon knew that they weren't that color beforehand. The rest of Kieran's outfit was, at a loss for better words, dazzling to say the least. His sleeves were cut in the center, staying together with intricate ribbons that were the color of red roses. He was wearing a button-up shirt that was lined with thick black faux fur. However, what had caught Spelldon's attention immediately was the large cape on Kieran. It was momentous and black, the bottom being cut to make the entire thing look like two bat wings. Small rubies aligned the edges of the cape, and Spelldon could already tell just how soft the whole thing was. He had to remember to ask if he could feel it later.

Spelldon realized how long he had been staring, and coughed anxiously. "You look-" he started but Kieran grabbed both his hands as he spoke instead. "Spelldon, darling, you look incredible!"

Spelldon just smiled slightly, his mind starting to go blank as his heart felt like it had melted into a puddle of pure acid. He stood there, his left hand toying with the corsage he had made from the very rose that he had taken from Kieran a while ago.

Author's note:

Hey hey! It's been FOREVER since I've written anything, let alone fan fiction...so just go easy on me lmao.

Anyways, I just needed to write some fluff! I liked writing Spelldon having his own anxious thoughts and feeling embarrassed because he's known to be "chill" and in the very brief time we got to know him, he seemed put together and very calm. Which, he is, but I thought it'd just be cute to show him being nervous about his boyfriend and stuff because he's not used to being and feeling that way.

Spelling might not be great lmao, I TRIED to spell check it but dude... Earlier I had written the whole fan fiction but I forgot to save it...and it got deleted so I was kind impatient, super sorry!

Divider credit goes to @/roseschoices

There's definitely more that I was gonna say but I forgot :/

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

sorry but frankie being the ONLY ONE at monster high who thinks cleo is Cool will never not be my fav headcanon

cleo LOOKS like she's the popular one-

the attitude! the presence! the outfit! the ambition! the kind heart and the CONFIDENCE!! But Canonically Speaking-

frankie's the one made from various famous monsters, hanging with the ghoul kids in school. THEY'RE the one crushing hard on the local organization nerd ("self-proclaimed party princess"),

cleo, miss Number One human enthusiast, who means well but isn't always the best at reading the mood or focusing on priorities

(all of werewolf weekend) (also "clawed and clawdeen?? thank ra my parents didn't name me nefra-een! ugh~!" smiles, realizes no one else is smiling, "...right not the time cleo.")

she WANTS more fame, but mainly spends her time setting up school events, talking with her scarabs, and is starting to tag along with the popular group sometimes

result is THIS

So whatever her song says, i headcanon the vibe in school is more like....

Random Monster High Student:

Oh Cleo? Nefera's little sister, the one who always plays a tree in school plays?

Yeah, she has the funniest, most TRAGIC picture in the fearbook- I hear she has to make herself sneeze all over again whenever she wants to get something at the Coffinbean!

She's head of the dance committee, right? They did a "human themed" dance night once, because of her. And didn't she also organize the after-pep-rally eyescream this year? I think I remember her asking me what flavor I wanted...

Her friends? Um well, she's got these scarabs that are kinds cute. She tags along with Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura sometimes, but I'm pretty sure she wasn't at that wild Nightmore party the crew had at one of Drac's mansions.

Other than that...

Oh oh wait!

I've seen pics of her hanging out with Frankie, though!

You know Frankie Stein- tall, goes by they/them, wears pretty much nothing BUT school memorabilia, falls apart a lot

I think they built a robot instead of turning in a paper one time, and blank out when remembering something from one of their famous brain bits?

They've got like, bits from almost any amazing monster you could name in the last half century! Monster models, Scareisian monsters, ballet dancers, monster scientists, lawyers. Even a bit from a king of Goreway! They're pretty clumsy but I mean, they HAVE only been alive for less than a year...

They dorm with Drac and Clawdeen- those three are pretty much always a trio, except for fearleading practice and theater stuff.

And yeah, I guess I see them with Cleo pretty often. Frankie, that is.

They sit with her at the creepateria a lot!

Huh. The brilliant franken monster and the second-in-line, dramatic, wanna be queen... I mean, don't get me wrong, Cleo's really nice! And her outfit is AMAZING... Just... I wonder what they even have to talk about...?

meanwhile, Frankie, @ Cleo:

actual canon dialogue: "Any party you're in charge of is sure to be zaptacular! You're so good at parties, and planning things, and picking things, and ah... (flustered) ..making things nicer, and..."

cleo-> decides to sneak into the family tomb. frankie -> PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK M-

also frankie: laughs way too long at cleo's lame pun, tells it it's a good one anyway

also also frankie: goes to cleo for help looking good in their fearbook picture, even though cleo's last photo was a disaster and is the whole reason frankie got nervous about theirs

also also also frankie: "Anything for you, Cleo!"

also also also also frankie, after cleo holds their face and compliments them:

Me: what do they talk about? well mostly frankie just flits with her and is smitten and stuff XD

[spookberry]

One of the most salvagable things from G2 was Frankie's sister; Alivia Stein.

Change my mind.

I mean I agree. I think Alivia's being into photography and potentially being more artistically oriented rather than science-y like the rest of her family is really interesting. Also Frankie making themself a sibling just cuz all their closest friends seemed to have at least one is SO funny and in character. I could see any generation Frankie do this. I mean, they made hoodude afterall lol

Not quite a counter but a followup argument to yours though is that a Lot of those gen 2 exclusive characters had a lot of potential!! Personally I really like Raythe and hope he gets brought back for g3 cuz ge'd fit in SO well. But Moanica's human hating "monsters should stay hidden and i hate your dumb school" outlook on unlife could be brought back too. Its an outlook more characters would share with her in g3. But compared to g1/2 it made her fairly unique. (plus her army of undead boyfriends is real funny to me)

Ari having a secret ghostly identity despite being a "human" popstar is such a cool piece of lore in g2. How many other monsters chose to cope via pretending to be human rather than isolating themselves for eternity?? How does that affect the wider culture arouns them after the reveal??

Also draculaura and clawdeen being stepsisters couldve been SO cool like!! It was only hinted at but its canon(in g2) to me

[sparklyaxolotlstudent]

I'm still having some issues making the head, but THE BODY IS ALIVE!

G3 Hoodude.

I switched that weird dark green/blue color on the original for pink, and realized until I had made some progress that Hoodude was now the Trans Flag.

My story for G3 is that Frankie saw Clawdeen and Clawd, Purrsephone and Meowlody, Cleo and Nefera, Deuce and his sisters, etc. interactions and started to wonder how it would be to have a sibling, and while helping Skelita with some designs, she also expressed missing her baby brother back home, and they decided to get silly and made a "life size" little brother so they could play pretend.

And much like the original, they didn't realize until later that Hoodude was actually alive. This time, however, Frankie's parents welcomed him with open arms into the family, and he regards both Frankie and Skelita as siblings (Skelita's family also acknowledge him as another member of their family, but they're in another country, so they haven't been able to meet in person).

Although they designed Hoodude as a brother, he is very much indifferent to how he's addressed and considers himself agender, with a slight preference for he/him pronouns.

I ended up finding quite a few eyes for him. The "official" ones would be a fucsia and an aqua buttons, but I'm wondering if I should mix it a bit, since I redesigned him anyway.

Opinions? Suggestions?

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Heyyyy… sorry for not updating on Friday or Saturday like I promised

I just had a lot of things going on but you can expect my regular posting (hopefully) again

Anyway this is a Monster High fic with my fav couple Cleo and Deuce!!

Hope you enjoy!!

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Deuce fucking hated all these gala events and fancy parties that Cleo would invite him to. But for her and to see her happy he’d attend every single one.

So here they were now in some gala Cleo’s fathers was hosting in Boo York, he was dressed in a rather elaborate suit made by some famous Scaris designer.

Cleo was clinging onto his arm as they walked towards some delegates, she had a smile plastered on her face and he was trying to match hers.

“Good evening ms De Nile. This is?” Cleo looked up at Deuce her eyes fluttering my “my manster. Deuce Gorgan.”

He gave a slight wave as Cleo leaned her head against his arm. “Umm… pleasure.” The delegates looked him up and down not giving him an other ounce of attention before they turned back to Cleo.

“Anyway… I told the minister-.” One of the delegates started to talk but Deuce zoned out, turning to look around.

In the far corner he found Frankie and Clawdeen sipping some drinks that were being served. Noticing that he was staring Frankie waved him over.

He wanted to excuse himself but he couldn’t bring it in him to leave Cleo to fend for herself with these boring monsters.

As the clocked ticked on and the delegates continued to drone on and on, Deuce felt his snakes start to get agitated, their hissing and snapping more than enough of an indication.

Seeing this Deuce tried to calm the down by offering some punch he got from the passing by waiter but they hissed even louder.

“Deuce? Deuce are you ok.” He turned at the sound of Cleo’s enchanting voice, she stared up at him with those siren eyes of hers and Deuce nearly forgot about the problem at hand.

“My snakes are getting agitated.” Cleo nodded giving him a small squeeze on the arm before turning to look at the monsters in front of her.

“If you’ll excuse us I believe my… sister is calling us.” Without an other word Cleo pivoted on her heels, her hair whipping behind her in the process.

Once they were far enough from the delegates, Cleo let out a sigh her head falling on his shoulder as she gazed at him and his snakes.

“My precious babies. Always saving the day.” He gave her an exasperated look as she petted the head and cooed at one of his snakes.

“Seriously though I think that I would have died from boredom. Or at least died twice.” Deuce chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Tell me about it. Can’t wait till we leave. No offense of course!” Cleo rolled her eyes, slightly elbowing him in the ribs. “Don’t worry you’re valid in that.”

He was about to reply when a hiss from his snakes rang about. Cleo turned to look up at them her hand gently caressing as many as her fingers would allow.

“Are they upset about something.” Deuce shrugged letting out a sigh. “I don’t know baby. They’ve been on and off like this the entire night.”

Cleo tutted her head lulling to the side “maybe they’re sick?” Deuce shook his head, grabbing a bone sandwich from a tray.

“They don’t get sick unless I’m sick.” He offered the sandwich to them and they shredded it up hungrily.

They stood there in comfortable silence for a few moments, Cleo leaning against his chest and his arms wrapped around her waist.

As the stood swaying softly to the music, Cleo suddenly stood straight her eyes looking at Deuce in surprise.

Deuce who had also felt it gave her a sheepish look. “Sorry baby. You were kinda rubbing up against me.” Cleo raised her brow.

“You got hard because of a little rubbing?” Deuce smirked his eyes racking over his ghoul friend in lust. “How could I not when she looks like… like a fucking wet dream.”

Cleo felt her body heat up at his words, deciding to tease him a bit she pushed back against him pretending to fiddle with her dress as she rubbed and pushed against his growing hard on.

Deuce cursed under his breath, his hand quickly grabbing Cleo’s hips as she shoved against him particularly hardly.

Letting out a hard breath Deuce tried to think and ignore his ghoul friends ministrations, but as she turned to look at him from over shoulder that wave of lust coursed through his body.

“What’s the problem Deucy?” She fluttered her eyes in a fake innocent type way as Frankie and the others approached.

“Yeah what’s up with you.” Deuce gulped hoping his voice was clear before he answered Frankie. “Nothing. Just a bit hot in here.”

Catching on Clawdeen smirked at Cleo as she grabbed Frankie’s hand to leave, but unfortunately Frankie didn’t catch on.

“Really? I’m an actually pretty chilly and it’s not because Abbey is around.” Feeling Cleo grind against him, Deuce gave Frankie a tight lipped smile.

“Mhmm.” Was his only reply before Clawdeen made some excuse and dragged Frankie away from the pair.

Once they were out of sight Deuce grabbed Cleo’s hips, bringing his mouth down to her neck as he whispered “maybe I should sedate you for that teasing.”

Cleo knew what he meant and she felt a wave of heat course through her, early on in their relationship they had both… figured out that a nip for Deuce would extract some sort of sedative venom.

At that time it had left her so relaxed she could barely move her arm. To say she loved the feeling was an understatement.

“Well… I wouldn’t mind.” Deuce cursed again his head falling in the crook of her neck. He let out a sigh trying to take deep breaths.

“What don’t you say? let’s get out of here, I don’t think I can bare to listen to one more bore drone on and on. And besides I have something fun planned for us.”

He gave her a knowing smirk his hand traveling to her ass as he gave it a slap. Cleo gasped and turned to look at him with that look.

“Then why are we wasting time. Let’s go.” He grabbed Cleo’s hand and positioned her in front of him as he led them to the exit of the hall.

Cleo brought her hand to cover her mouth to hide her smile as they passed her family. “And where do you think you’re going.” Nefera seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Cleo suppressed an eye roll, her head tilting to the side as Deuces snakes hissed on agitation after being interrupted.

“None of your business. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Cleo shoved Nefera out of the way with her shoulder, ignoring her sisters screeches.

Once they made it outside, Cleo signaled down a taxi. Getting inside, Deuce was past the point of caring if anyone was watching them and was kissing her neck.

He was careful not to pierce the skin, not wanting to end the fun before it began. Cleo, although more conscious of her surroundings, was to past the point of caring.

She leaned into his muscular chest and draped her leg over his thigh, making sure to graze his dick as she ‘fixed’ her dress.

Speaking of, Deuce was finding it increasingly hard not to tear the dress off. Wanting nothing more than to feel her silky skin against his hands.

It really had been to long since they last had sex. What was it? 1, 2 days maybe even 12 hours. He didn’t know or care all he wanted was to have her now.

The need and lust he felt was nearly insatiable, the only cute being the feel of his ghoul friends skin against his own. And then again maybe that wasn’t enough.

The car came to a holt and Deuce quickly dragged Cleo out, his mouth attaching to her neck in seconds.

“Slow down Decue.” He ignored her, directing them to the golden doors of the hotel. “Can’t baby. Not when you look and feel so… so hot.”

Cleo felt herself get wet at his words but still peeled herself off. She gave him and his snakes a look when they both hissed.

While it wasn’t common for Deuce to hiss, he did do it when he was frustrated or annoyed. But then again that was usually suppressed by how high he would get.

Pulling him through the lobby, slapping his wondering hands once in a while, they made it into the elevator where he was on her again in seconds.

This time she didn’t stop him as he bombarded her with kisses, she let out a quite moan when he sucked at a particular spot. It was as if her head was spinning as he continued to suck at her neck.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, seconds later Deuce was leading them out while he wrapped his hand behind Cleo’s thigh and pulled her leg up.

She wrapped her other leg around his waist as well as he now carried them to her bedroom. In the midst of his continues kissing and sucking Cleo could not care less about her ringing icoffin.

She’d deal with whoever it was later, now the only thing was important was to get this dress of off her and have Deuce on top of her.

Stumbling through her bedroom, Deuce kicked the door shut and placed Cleo down on the covers as she continued to have her legs around his waist while he stabilized himself by leaning one leg on the covers.

Cleo moaned as his wondering hands cupped her breast and pushed her down, now that she was laying on her back Deuce got ontop of her completely. His legs straddled her and he teased by softly running his hand up her inner thigh until he grazed her panties.

Gasping against his mouth Cleo returned the favor and played with the zipper of his pants, she slid the zipper down slowly, her nails grazing his dick in the process. Deuce cursed under his breath and jolted against her hand.

The room was almost silent, except the more than lustful hisses of Deuces snakes and their moans. Pulling his shirt of his body, Deuce looked Cleo in the eye as he leaned down and came between her thighs.

He grabbed her smooth legs and put the over his shoulder, kicking her shoes of in the process, as he licked a strip up her leg. Cleo shuddered at the feeling her hands gripping the sheets below, chuckling Deuce scrunched her dress at her hips and started to suck everywhere but the place she most wanted.

This was until she gutted her hips in his face and Deuce gave her a smirk before he looked at her in the eyes and licked her slit. Cleo let out a breathy moan, biting her lip as he continued to suck and lick like his life depended on it.

Cleo felt as if she was going to melt into the sheets from how hot and heavy she was feeling, each time his masterful tongue came into contact with her a new wave of warmth and slick coursing through her.

She let out a surprised moan as his tongue entered her heat, swirling and licking at her tight walls. She felt so over stimulated that she thought that she might explode right here right now, luckily for her the feeling of her orgasim was approaching fast and hard.

Noticing this, Deuce plunged in deeper his snake like tongue reaching places Cleo didn’t think existed. With her euphoria just on the cusp of falling through, Cleo put her hand over mouth too afraid someone could hear them.

Deuce didn’t let that happen as he reached up and grabbed her hand, gripping it tightly by her side. Tipping over the edge Cleo let out a half moan half scream as she felt a blinding heat travel through her. Deuce sucked and licked everything, leaving her to feel like there was nothing left in her.

“Tired already baby? Now Cleo we’ve just gotten started.” She let out a sigh and a small smile, she knew that his sex drive was high as ever and this was only the tip of the iceberg. Not that she’d complain, she just loved how high his sex drive was. He could go on for hours compared to other monsters she’d heard other girls talking about.

Locking her shaking legs around his shoulders, she ran her finger down his chest while smirking. Deuce also smirked and got up, he slowly slid his pants and underwear down until his rock hard dick was standing between them.

Cleo also sat up, she sensually pushed the strap of her dress of, looking directly at his covered eyes as she did. For show, she bit her lip and ran her fingers down her body as she pushed her tight dress down until it sat in a pool at her hips.

She suppressed a smirk as his twitching hands and bulging veins appeared before her. Finally stepping out of her dress, Cleo stood up and threw it across the room as she stood in front of his and trailed her hands up and down his body.

Deuces hands came to her hips and he walked her backwards towards the bed as he placed kisses on her neck and top of her breasts. As Cleo’s legs hit the bed, she latched her lips on to Deuce and let their tongues fight in a battle for dominance.

To win, Decue brought a finger at her still aching slit making her gasp in surprise and lose their little battle. Not that she had much of a complaint, she loved when he took control.

After a couple of minutes of continues sucking and kissing Deuce pulled apart first and turned Cleo around as he bent her over. Cleo’s eyes widened in surprise as she reached to grab onto the headboard with her ass now up in the air.

She felt Deuces heat consume her as he settled behind her, his muscular arms gripping her hips tightly. “Ready baby?” She nodded to far gone in her lust to full care for anything else as she felt his thick dick slowly penetrate her entrance.

Letting out a sigh, she gripped the headboard tightly as Deuce himself wrapped a hand around her neck as he gritted his teeth in self control. They were both panting by the time Deuce bottomed out, in his attempt for self restraint he bit his lip with his fang, just enough to hurt but not penetrate.

Once Cleo gave him the ok, he pulled nearly out before slamming back in, continued again and again his free hand messing with Cleo’s breast as she gripped the headboard tightly. Their moans and grunts mixed with the sound of the headboard banging against the wall rang around and room and neither of them had it in them to care about anyone hearing.

Feeling her climax quickly approaching, Cleo reached back and grabbed Deuce by the back of the neck. She brought him forward and smashed their lips together in a kiss of passion, lust and love. As Deuce was leaned forward in her reach Cleo decide to tease him.

She ran her fingers down the scales of his arms and he immediately responded by grunting and thrusting harshly against her. “Baby… you know… that’s sensitive.” Cleo did it again and heard his snakes hiss in delight.

“Do I?” She whispered out against his lips as he cursed under his breath. He didn’t know why but his scales had always been a very sensitive part of his body, so sensitive that one time when Cleo had accidentally brushed up against him and touched his scales he had a boner for a full hour.

And now she was using it against him and as Cleo touched his scales again he felt his climax quickly approaching. He tried to hold out for just a few seconds as Cleo suddenly came with a breathy moan, her head fallling back against his shoulder.

As Decue himself fell into a state of euphoria he leaned down without thinking and bit down against Cleo’s neck and shoulder. She gasped in surprise and slight pain as she felt her body start to go numb at the venom traveling through her.

Her arms first gave out and she was glad Deuce was holding onto her, then her legs started to give out. At that point Deuce realized what he had done and cursed loudly as he pulled her against his chest, “baby I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bite you.” He let out a sigh as she saw her eyes dropping closed.

With her last strength, Cleo gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and whispered “it’s ok. Just be there when I wake up.” Her eyes dropped closed and her body went limp against him, sighing he untucked the covers and put Cleo under the heaps on blankets.

As he went to tuck her back in one of his snakes leaned down and gave Cleo a slipper snake kiss on her forehead. Deuce chuckled and petted the snakes head, he was glad that his snakes seemed to be in love with Cleo as much as he was. Because at the end of the day she was the ghoul he wanted to marry.

And marriage would be quite difficult if his snakes didn’t like Cleo, like how they seemed to hate Rochelle. Getting in bed next to her he wrapped his arms around her waist and moved some hair out of her face as he buried his own against the crook of her neck.

But as he felt himself slowly falling asleep, he took of his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. He blinked a couple of times before he rubbed his eyes in tiredness and laid back down and cuddled against Cleo.

He fell asleep with a content feeling in his chest. He was here with the ghoul he wanted to marry and nothing was more perfect.

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This is my first time writing about MH but I hope you enjoyed regardless!!

You can send me commissions for other MH characters or other fandoms pairings that you guys want and I’ll try write them as quickly as possible.

Anyway how do you guys feel about a Valentine x Draculaura fic. I watched ‘why do ghouls fall in love’ the other day and my lordy lord Val is just soooooo 🥵

[justelib]

Friday night frights - CLAWD WOLF PT 1

Plot; When Clawd, Gill and Deuce are injured in the Skulltimate Roller maze championships, and Heath, Manny and every other guy at monster high refuse to play, the Ghouls decide that they aren’t needed and formed an all girls group, hoping to cheer up Clawd and get their school spirit back. Marcel Dracula, Joins the Ghouls seeing as he was the only guy that didn’t refuse and he wanted to support Draculaura, His adoptive sister. Marcel was already one of monster highs Star SKRM players so to cheer up his wolfy boyfriend, he’d do anything…even if he’s secretly injured.

Character; Clawd wolf X Male!oc

Request open! I take x readers of any gender, and I don’t usually write canon x canon, but I will! And I also don’t do oc request unless I’m feeling it!

Marcel Dracula marched down the halls of monster High, opening his locker and taking out the necessary books for his monster history class. He sighed dramatically when he realised a certain someone had put his messenger bag at the top of his locker, the Seventeen hundred year old being shorter then most of his vampire classmates, getting it from his human mothers side.

Marcel used his vampire powers, floating up five inches and grabbing his bag, landing gracefully and closing his locker, coming face to face with his sister.

“Walk with me to class?” Draculaura asked, tilting her head and holding her arm out for her adoptive brother.

“Don’t I always?” Marcel Chuckled, linking their arms and the two made their way to monster history. Draculaura was telling him how Clawdeen, her girlfriend, had gotten her a new make-up kit that fitted her perfectly. Marcel listened intently, keeping his eyes on his sister as she spoke, letting her manoeuvre them through the crowds of students.

“It’s seriously amazing, Clawdeen is so thoughtful.” Draculaura sighed dreamingly as she and Marcel got closer to Monster history. “There’s also an amazing eyeliner that you can have, I still have my last one.” Draculaura smiled at her older brother.

“Thank you.” Marcel grinned as he held open the door to their class, leaning against it to keep it open as a few more students entered behind him and his sister. He smiled at the students, heart shaped fangs flashing. Once the last of the students filed in, Marcel helped Draculaura down the stairs with one hand, both of their books in the other. When Draculaura got to her seat, he handed her books back before making his way to his own seat which was just in front of hers.

The raven haired boy set up his desk, setting his books in a neat pile, three pencils next to it along with a sharpener and two rubbers, he’s also had extras in his bag just in case. Marcel decided to scroll on his I-Coffin as he waited for class to start, his head leaning back against his sisters desk as she sketched out designs.

•

Marcel yawned as he stretched dramatically, finally making it out of the boring class, resting his arm on Draculaura’s shoulder as they made their way to the Creepeteria.

“I’ll see you in science.” Marcel smiled, waving at his sister as he made his way to the steak, knowing for a fact she’d refuse to even sit two chairs away from him. The vampire quickly got his lunch and made his way to His usual table, which had Clawd, Heath, Deuce and Gill. Marcel rested his hand on Clawds head, ruffling his hair as he sat next to the werewolf.

“Hello, boys.” He grinned, sticking a straw in his pouch of Apple Blood and taking a sip.

“Yo, Marcel!” Deuce grinned, fist bumping the Vampire.

“Hey, fang-dude.” Heath Laughed, reaching over to steal the red eyed boys cookie, only for his hand to be slapped away.

“Marcel.” Gill smiled, high-fiving the seventeen hundred year old.

“Marc.” Clawd smiled, kissing the boys cheek.

“What are we talking about?” The vampire asked, tilting his head.

“Just discussing the season of SKRM, we’re running practice after lessons.” Clawd smiled before taking a bite of his own steak.

“Ah, I’ll make sure to get my skates fixed before the games start then.” Marcel smiled.

“Fixed?” Clawd asked, tilting his head as he chewed.

“Yeah, the wheels are loose and…” Marcel paused, nervously chuckling. “They’re kinda falling apart.” The boys stopped what they were doing and stared at him. “I’ll get new ones before the games start, I swear, I’m just gonna have to practice with my old ones for now.” He rubbed the back of his head with a nervous grin.

“There’s no way I’m letting you practice on some busted Skates.” Clawd refused with a shake of his head. “You can borrow my spares.”

“Clawd, baby, I love you and i love that you care for my safety but we both know a pair of your skates won’t fit me.” Marcel chuckled, rubbing the werewolf’s ear, the wolf distractedly tapped his foot, leaning his head further towards Marcel before shaking his head, blinking and glaring playfully at the vampire.

“Aren’t you the same size as Draculaura? I’m sure she’ll have a pair of skates.” Clawd suggested.

“She has two pairs actually…yeah, alright, I’ll see if I can burrow one of her pairs…also, I don’t know if I should be insulted or not that you just compared my size to my younger sister who is like…4’11.“ Marcel raised a brow, staring as Clawd began to splutter. “I’m kidding.” He laughed, ruffling the world hair.

“You just have an adorably small shoe size.” Clawd grinned, wincing as he got a gentle slap in the head.

•

A month of practice and they’re now in the Championships, they were playing against the Gargoyles. Marcel dodged the flames, speeding up as he passed a gargoyle with quite long hair. Coming upon the bridge, jumping over a kraken tentacle, sliding under another. In came things that Marcel described as ‘rolling pins with spikes.’ Which he flew straight over. Marcel was just behind clawd and a gargoyle team member. Marcel watched in concern as the gargoyle growled, and shouted something to his teammates that he couldn’t understand. Grabbing what Marcel assumed was one of the cameras.

Marcel stumbled as deuce’s lasers turned the bat camera into stone, which the gargoyle threw at Gil, who dodged, only for it to come back like a boomerang, slashing at Gil’s skates. Gil fell back, taking deuce with him.

Heath and manny dropped in. Marcel was still behind clawd and the Gargoyle with blue hair, he watched as they shoved each other, resulting in the gargoyle on the ground. Marcel let out a cackle, only for it to turn into a scream as the gargoyle grabbed his ankle pulling the poor vampire boy down to the ground. His eyes glowed red as his head hit the cement, his ankle felt odd and he felt as if he was going to pass out, he didn’t even notice to two gargoyles come and help the blue haired one up. It was only until manny and Heath did the same that he realised his ankle was sprained, but he knew he couldn’t let monster high down, so he did what he usually does, he ignored the pain and kept skating.

Soon enough they were headed down the final tunnel, the captain of the gargoyles suddenly turned around and flashed a red cape at manny, causing him to go berserk, and charge at it, only to run straight into Heath. The two fell to the ground, only for a player from the gargoyles to trip over them also.

Clawd and the gargoyle captain were in the lead, Marcel could hear the cheering of his sister, and he knew they were going to win…that was until clawds wheels somehow came off of his skates, the wolf flew through the air, and Marcels own skates rolled over clawds wheel, falling flat on his face as he heard the gargoyles cheer over their winning.

Marcel walked beside clawd, who was being pulled away on a stretcher, glaring at the gargoyles who held the monster high crest with smug smiles.

•

The school was literally falling apart and everyone was miserable, Marcel could barely smile. Until he saw clawd, only for it to drop immediately, he glanced at the cone clawd had around his neck, along with the crutches and cast on his leg.

“Oh, clawd.” Marcel sighed. “The doctor said I’ll be in a cast for six weeks.” Clawd stated sadly.

“Well, that means Marcel Can stop worrying about you being sent to that farm they sent your grandmother to.” Draculaura revealed, causing her brother to send her an embarrassed look.

“I just can’t believe we lost.” Clawd sulked, “I let everybody down.”

“No, it was my fault, If I had watched were I was going, I could’ve won the game.” Marcel stated, patting clawds head.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, it was just one game, right?” Frankie tried to console them. “I mean, seriously, what’s wrong with everybody? It’s like a morgue in here, and not in a good way.”

“They took our crest, Frankie!” Clawd snapped unintentionally. “Our school spirit!”

“Soo, we’ll get it back when we play them again.” Frankie stated. “No biggie!”

“How?” Clawd growled. “We only have two healthy players!” He referred to Marcel and Heath, as manny had broke his arm. “Forget it!” Clawd lashed out, “there will be no more Skultimate roller maze this year! I am officially cancelling the season!” The whole hall gasped, including Marcel.

“Clawd, at least think about it! We can still do this-“

“No! It’s official. There will be no more SKRM this year.”

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I’m actually so inlove with this! Please send in some monster high request also! I’ve been rewatching the movies and I’m absolutely obsessed again and really want to write more Clawd and Deuce!

[that-plague-doctor]

Tears in my eyes thinking about how i'll never know the stories that are attached to my second hand dolls. I'll never know how much a child loved and cared for my Ann and Andy from the 60's. I'll never know if my singular Andy ever had a sister. I'll never know how my little scarecrow got so sun faded. I'll never know how much a child loved a Clawdeen so much her arms are missing. It tugs at my heart just thinking about these concepts and I'll never stop.