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 #4
This is a monster match for the wonderful @somebodysumbuddy, thank you for the support!
Grigori
Something is going to happen. You feel it in your bones, as true as day, as assured as night. The air is electric, the hairs on your arms standing up, almost as if a lightning strike is about to happen. Except there is no instantaneous relief, no immediate snap of violent electricity, just the precipice of something terrible.
You try to relax by going out hiking, backpack filled with a snack, some water, and a battery pack. The excursion does nothing to soothe your nerves, the trail is eerily quiet as you walk up the side of the wooded hill. The air out here is almost as suffocating as home’s, so you sit down on a rock, looking up at the sky, trying to center yourself in a world spinning out of control.
For the third time today, you try to set your anxiety straight with breathing exercises. Force your nervous system to calm down, trick it into thinking the danger is over. But like the previous three times, none of that works… except now, you have the unbearable feeling of being watched.
Birds flap away suddenly, the trees bending and snapping up ahead. The air gets unbearably hot, then suddenly chilled, and you feel your body snap to attention as you back yourself into a rock. You can’t make out what’s happening in the near distance, only hear the dull ringing of a dimly pitched note. Like tinnitus, but it’s not coming from the inside of your-
Blood drips down your nose, wet and warm against your lips and chin. Then your vision goes pink, eyes stinging, and you blink hard and fast to clear your vision. Your entire body seems to reject being alive, and as your brain fizzles and spots out, you fall to your knees and hit the leaves of the forest floor.
When you wake up, you taste copper in your mouth, clogs of blood resting on your tongue and cheeks. Your eyes are almost crusted shut, it hurts to move them, but you manage to crack one open.
It’s daytime still, you think, the sun so bright it almost blinds your good eye. But as you manage to open the other, the light dims enough that the sky goes dark. Tracking the lumination left, you drag your vision over to the kneeling stranger at your side.
Your vision goes blank and your tongue goes numb. Whoever it is, she- no… he is one of the most beautiful beings you have ever seen in your life. Even with your blurry eyesight, your fuzzy brain, and your initial shock, you’re still certain that whatever he is… isn’t human. No human could be this perfectly shaped.
He doesn’t have irises or pupils, eyes only an unsettling milky white. But you can feel him looking at you, there’s an odd judgment in his face, dusty pink lips slightly downturned as he withdraws his hand from your forehead.
You hadn’t even realized he was touching you, your lungs moving and heart pumping so forcefully it feels like someone is puppeting your body. Are you dead? Is this-
You gasp loudly, air forcefully pushing its way into your throat and nose, and he tsks.
“Delicate thing,” he says, like he’s talking about a broken baby bird.
His hair drapes over the side of his shoulder, loosely tied together in a braid. It’s… not golden enough to be blond, rather, it’s tinged with a slight earthy red. Though you’re more distracted by the fact that it’s glowing. A dull, throbbing light emanates from him, and you feel the inside of your brain turn to sludge as he gently forces your gaze away.
You didn’t realize you lost consciousness, but one blink later and you’re surrounded by concerned state troopers. One is checking your pulse, eyes on the clock at her wrist, another seems to be making sure all your bones are unbroken in the correct place.
“There you are,” the one taking your pulse says, “good morning, hon. Do you know what day it is?”
Groggily, you try to answer, but your brain feels like it’s hard-rebooting, everything sluggish and slow. Parts of your clothes are gone, not like it’s been ripped away like a wild animal. The edges are singed and tough, as if you’d been exposed to heat to unbearable parts of your leggings and jacket burned away.
But you’re fine. Better than fine, actually, a bruise you got after sideswiping the edge of a desk is gone. Your vision feels sharper, your hair and fingernails are a little longer, and the rest of your body feels like it got a hard reset… and your hazy memories aren’t doing much good to find the culprit.
You don’t have to wait much longer. After the troopers take a statement, hand you a water bottle, and send you on your way with a confused shrug, you find yourself wandering back to the same area barely a few days later. It doesn’t have to take much time before you turn around and find the stranger, standing a few paces away.
After the rebelling angels fell to earth, they had children with the humans of Eve. From those unions came half-beings, creatures of ground and sky. Some chose to seek refuge in the heavens, while others found worship beneath the stars. This Grigori is still young, learning the depths of his powers while trying to remain loyal to his mother’s people. But to remain loyal he must learn what being human means.
He is an overly gentle creature- he thought he was being cautious before he almost incinerated your body and soul. After piecing you back together better than before, he hid until you were dragged away by your own kind, but he is relieved to find you, still whole, looking for him. Not in worship, or in fear, but out of sheer curiosity and nothing else. Something about that makes his want for a… relationship of mutual interest more legitimate.
It’s interesting you don’t fear him, but he can see the tired exhaustion from your life in your eyes. You’ve already experienced so many terrible and wonderful things that the strange nature of an almost-angel doesn’t phase you so much. He finds he enjoys that more than fervent worship some of his cousins crave.
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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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