CLANKERS HOW WE FEELING ABT TONIGHTS EPISODE
HOW AM I FEELING?!?!
ECSTATIC, ELATED, GAY (in both the happy and homosexual way), LIVE LAUGH LOVE, AAAAAAAAAAAAA
This episode did not disappoint!!
I was doing some filming for a project I’m a part of from 4:00 to 7:15 ish, so I only watched the episode 20 minutes ago, but I am still shaking. Like, actually shaking, and my hands are sweaty… don’t ask me why.
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!
Allow me to just… be an excited mess for a moment…
CLEO.. WANTING TO ASK FRANKIE TOO
AND DEUCE ASKING FRANKIE WAS SO CUTE
BUT FRANKIE DIDNT WANNA HURT HIS FEELINGS 😭😭🫶
AND TOWARDS THE END,
WHEN FRANKIE TRIPPED AND CLEO WAS ALL LIKE
“My hopefully soon to be partner, are you okay??🥺”
GOD I LOVE GAY PEOPLE
I’M SO GLAD THEYRE CANON
I didn’t doubt it, but it’s so nice that it’s canon.
AND CLAWDEEN AND DRACULAURA’S REACTION TO FINDING OUT THEY LIKE CLEO
SO STINKIN CUTE
I HAD BEEN WAITING FOR THAT
Overall, ♾️/10. Thank you Shea Fontana and the rest of the Monster High crew for making my gay dreams come true <33
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Monster Match #6
Commissioned by a lovely, anonymous user!
I’m bi, afab, and my personality is INTJ-A, can act more extroverted when I’m around friends/other people. I’m average height and leaning a bit short, would love to have my monster tower over me ♡. Currently residing in an area with plenty of rain, which is sometimes a bit too much, especially in the winter when the sun goes down super early. On days like that, I like to stay nice and dry indoors with a mug of hot tea, extra kudos if the mug is made by Coco (´ ᵕ `). Other indoor activities I like to do are playing video games, reading, and going shopping if my budget allows. I also like to visit natural sceneries close by (such as a lake, a forest or the foot of a mountain) from time to time, just to chill and admire their beauty. I’m looking for a monster who is patient, quick-witted, and affectionate like a typical cat, and is okay with me being like a brat just sometimes (your girl needs some spoiling after working her ass off everyday Ծ‸Ծ).
Perī
You find them on the ground, branches overhead broken and scattered over the forest floor, like they fell through the foliage. The impact crater, if you can call it that, isn’t large, but you still have to slide down to investigate fully, mud and rocks clinging to your shoes and pants. The air smells electric, the tangy aftertaste of battery acid settling uncomfortably on the back of your tongue as you breathe.
It takes you a few moments to realize that the objects outstretched around their body aren't… fallen foliage, but bright, feathery wings. With a shaky finger, you touch one, the jewel-like, oil slick sheen glittering in the setting sun. Carefully, you look around, maybe for another creature, or any sign of where this one came from, but the forest is strangely silent.
When you look back down, you see that their eyes are open, irises a deep, quiet blue that you mistake for brown at first, until the clouds part for a brief moment. The sun flickers across their tawny brown face, their thick lashes fluttering as they blink against the light, before the clouds overtake the sky once again.
As they sit up, you back into the impact wall of broken roots and dirt, unsure of how to react, now that you’re certain they aren’t dead.
“Maybe you shouldn’t move,” you say, hesitantly, “we don’t know how-”
“We?” They ask, wings fluttering.
“-how injured you are,” you force the sentence out, trying to read their body language. “You- I assume you’ve fallen.”
“So I have.” They narrow their eyes, slightly, craning their neck to look upwards, lips pursing in a thoughtful pout as they regard the slip of sky breaking through the foliage. Then they look at you, with an intensity so severe your skin itches, scanning from your dusty shoes all the way up to the flyaways in your hair.
Then they hold out a hand, one that must have been gently manicured at some point, skin still soft despite their cracked and bloody nails. “Help me, child of man, and I will ensure your future generations will be blessed with riches.”
Well, you were planning on helping them anyways, so you suppose the promised riches are a nice bonus. You grasp their hand, pulling them up from the dirt, their thick, black curls covered in dust, leaves, and twigs. They stand tall, the top of your forehead barely meeting their chin, and they move their shoulders back and forth, testing their sore muscles.
A Parī is a creature of the sky, dimly related to the djinn. Some folks confuse the two, but this Parī is very clear that both are wildly different, their mouth twisting in impatient disgust. They served some kind of monarch, you’re not entirely sure the language translates correctly, but the monarch seemed like less of a king, more of a benevolent eternal dictator, ‘voted for’ by others in a council.
All it took was one quiet, underhanded compliment that the monarch wasn’t supposed to hear, and the Parī was launched from the heavenly kingdom and plunged downward to toil on earth. Though they don’t think they were supposed to survive the fall.
Besides a couple of sprains, semi-mild cuts, and bruises, they’re alright. You clumsily manage to make them a brace out of an old sheet after watching a couple of youtube videos, and they heal a lot quicker than either of you expect. After a couple of exercises and two weeks, their arm was right as rain, and most of their bruises diffused.
Given the eternal nature of their damnation, they seem to settle into your home with little complaint. After serving such a demanding patron hand and foot, day and night, sharing space with someone who just wants help with household chores seems infinitely simpler, and they don’t seem to want to leave.
And there isn’t a lot left for them up above. They aren’t fond of talking about it, but it seems like they, so fair of face, became a servant at a young age. Traded, by their parents, for a few sacks of goods and quickly forgotten, growing up surrounded by opportunistic cutthroats. After a few weeks of carefully observing your behavior, unable to even sleep in fear of an unfamiliar environment, they begin to warm up.
Though they don’t seem to want to fly, their wings still stretch out first thing in the morning, catching the sun whenever it’s out. You assume they can use their wings, but don’t press the issue, especially since it seems sensitive. Maybe the fall created some kind of trauma response to heights?
You aren’t a threat to their safety, and all you want from them is some assistance making food and cleaning up. Though you aren’t swimming in riches, you still seem to treat them with a kind of unfamiliar respect that they stop jumping every time you unexpectedly creep into their peripheral vision… though the creeping is unintentional, you’re just quiet with your movements and don’t loudly announce your presence.
They start finding themselves wanting to do nice things for you, especially since you don’t expect much in return for your own kindness. And even though the dynamic is foreign to everything they’ve been taught, they find themselves wanting a more deep relationship than awkward roommates.
You don’t catch their strange emotional change for awhile. You’re too damn busy, going from work, to friends, to hobbies, coming back home and collapsing into your bed with a thud. And once you do take notice of their odd behavior, you don’t quite understand the meaning behind it. The flirting culture the both of you are used to doesn’t translate well, so you’re left confused by the gestures and they’re frustrated about the lack of response.
After a couple of bizarre conversations, it mentally clicks for the both of you. They understand that their ways are more alien to you than not, and you suddenly realize that they have romantic feelings that they struggled to express. And suddenly, suddenly, it all makes sense.
And even though you began to like them in that deep, warm, romantic way, you crushed those feelings inside of you because you didn’t want to make them uncomfortable. They’ve already been through so much that you didn’t want to add the odd pressure of your affection that you completely missed any signs of their own emotional struggle.
Now, though, the two of you can work on creating something a little more.
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Duck's Monster Match Event!
I want to get my creative side flowing again since I've been in a bit of a rut. So I thought I'd do Monster Matches for fun! The details are below.
What you send in: anything you think would be helpful for me to best match you with your monster! This can be zodiac sign (moon, sun, etc) and/or your Myers Briggs personality type. I won't really include gender for the monsters unless you specify. If you're comfortable sharing whether you are in a different time zone than me. I am EST.
Here is a list of what you must send in for a match:
your favorite color(s)
your favorite aesthetic
favorite band/artist.
your personality type
And again, anything else you want to share!
How it works: Just drop the information in my inbox or if you don't want that info out and about just message me and I can send you your Monster Match that way.
What is included: A monster match blurb of how and why I think you'd be a good fit with that certain monster, a moodboard with your color/aesthetic/monster match and anything else you would want on it. A song or two I think goes with you and your monster (from your fav artist/band). A short one shot of your liking only if you specifically ask for one.
When to send in your info: Saturday April 1st @ 10 am EST. End time for sending in info/match requests will be Monday April 10th at midnight EST.
When the matches will be posted: April 30th starting @ 12 o'clock EST I will begin posting the matches I have finished, I will probably post 2 a day until all of the matches are up. I'll do my best to reblog for other timezones.
Extras: If I'm able to and you want me to, I'll write a short one shot for you and your monster match, with a little more info from you. If you have a certain trope/theme or a specific scenario in mind that would be very helpful information.
List of Monsters available for match:
Dragon
Werewolf
Vampire
Gargoyle
Demon
Harpy
Naga
Forest Fae
Selkie
Kelpie
Mermaid/merperson
Ghost
Headless Horseman (dullahan)
Were-animal (any kind)
Yautja (predator series)
Orcs
Also accepting any monsters ideas to add before the event begins!
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everyone involved in the monster match event has at least a tiny little crush on iwaizumi.
and i mean everyone.
because, let’s be honest, how could anyone not? he’s competent at his job, caring of his friends and the athletes, has his own brand of sense of humor. oh, and he’s hot as fuck. try not stuttering and blushing when he’s using those strong hands to help you stretch. it’s impossible.
iwaizumi doesn’t know. he’s always been sort of dense in this aspect, doesn’t realize when people have a crush on him or that he’s perceived as hot at all.
oh, but oikawa… oikawa definitely knows.
so he makes sure to be extra clingy, extra loving, extra obnoxiously in love. iwaizumi doesn’t really notice a difference because it’s not like oikawa ever holds back on the PDA.
but the rest of the team notice. oikawa drapes himself all over iwa, sits on his lap, tilts his head up to kiss his neck when they hug, makes out with him in the locker room in a strategic spot that makes iwa think they’re hidden but that oikawa knows its in plain sight.
he makes a show of needing help with his knee and keeps iwaizumi’s attention for the entire length of the warm-up stretches. and then he sends a wink to whoever has the courage to scowl at the scene.
oikawa makes sure that everyone knows that while they all have a crush on iwaizumi (and oikawa doesn’t blame them, he has extensive experience in this department himself) iwaizumi only has eyes for one person.
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