#and cleo's like Oh. My. /Ra/

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

even Frankie knows (they weren't even ALIVE a year ago) and goes searching for the container Draculaura has clearly bottled up her feelings in (they assume it must be pretty big, and decide it's probably Lagoona's fish tank)

Draculaura and Lagoona are the two gays who have a mutual crush on each other but never act on it cuz they're oblivious to the others feelings and don't want to embarrass themselves by being the first to come out and say something but it's also insanely obvious to everybody else in the room so any time they have an exchange in the hall before walking away Draculaura is like "Oh if only she liked me back" and then Clawdeen stops walking and is like "Draculaura are you fucking serious right now"

[anonymouscheeses]

Cleo needs to talk about her hyperfixations too!

[crushpunky]

chronically online!reader playing the sims

masterlist

when i saw this ask i literally squealedddddd !!! i love the sims so i definitely have some thoughts about how chronically online!reader would play the sims

Her setup is really simple, like it’s literally just her and her Macbook that is OVERHEATING because of all the mods and CC she had downloaded on there

When y/n and rafe first started dating, she ofc started a household. she spent hours in CAS tirelessly working to get her and rafe as accurate as possible then spent even more hours building them a cute little cottage.

“Who is that?” Rafe asked, pointing to the Sim on y/n’s computer screen. “That’s you!” Y/n said excitedly, zooming in as Rafe’s Sim pouted and nursed a drink. Rafe furrowed his brows, taking the laptop from her and looking at his digital version even closer. The character had on a polo and khaki shorts, his hair falling in front of his grim expression in greasy curtain bangs. “That looks nothing like me.” Rafe said gruffly. “I’m not that skinny.” “That looks exactly like you.” Y/n pointed out, taking the laptop back from him. “And you are that skinny.”

One evening when she was lounging around tanneyhill, y/n built it in the Sims. she even went as far as asking demanding rafe to fetch the floorplans from his dad’s office, to which rafe grumbled before eventually relenting.

Definitely locks Rafe’s Sim in the basement if he pisses her off (shoutout mandy, iykyk)

“Where am I?” Rafe asked, watching as y/n’s Sim danced with their digital daughter named Ra-y/n (“It’s a mashup of our names, like twilight.” she had said). “Uhhh, I don’t know.” Y/n said as she clicked on Rafe’s icon, the game zooming in on his Sim as he laid on a bed in the basement, locked in a makeshift dungeon. “What the fuck?!” Rafe scoffed. “Why am I in jail?” “You pissed me off.” Y/n shrugged before going back to focus on her own Sim.

Y/n built households for all her friends, including the Pogues, who lived next door to y/n and Rafe in Tanneyhill, and Kelce and Topper who lived across the street, all created exceptionally accurately.

One evening she decided to let the game go on its own, watching the chaos that unfolded amongst the Sims, and of course live-tweeting/posting it for all of her loyal followers: Topper got hexed by Sarah, JJ and Rafe repeatedly tried to kill eachother, Kiara became homeless, John B went to jail for stealing a jar of pickles, and Kelce kidnapped Cleo and Pope’s baby.

Let Rafe play one time… he didn’t ask to play again.

“How do I shoot him?” Rafe asked as he clicked on JJ’s Sim, his brows furrowed in concentration. “Don’t shoot him!” Y/n said. “You’ll go to jail!” “I’ll get away with it.” Rafe clicked through the different interactions before accidentally selecting one. JJ and Rafe’s Sims embraced before starting to kiss, which caused y/n to burst out laughing. “NO! NO! NO!” Rafe shouted at the top of his lungs as he pressed buttons in a panic, the interactions continuing back and forth as their Sims started moving towards the bed, “Oh my god they’re gonna ‘Woo-Hoo’!” Y/n said, tears in her eyes as she watched. “What the fuck is ‘Woo-Hoo’ — OH MY GOD NO! MAKE IT STOP!” Rafe shouted, shielding his eyes as their Sims began to ‘Woo-Hoo’... the interaction especially graphic due to the mods on y/n’s computer.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine you and Cleo clothes shopping for Deuce

Walking along the length of the rack, your fingers brushed through the shirts as you tried to find one that caught your eye. When one seemed promising, you pulled it out slightly, trying to get a better look at the design. Most of the shirts ended up put back on the rack as you shook your head in disapproval once you saw the whole thing. With a sigh, you moved onto a new rack and started the cycle of rejection once more.

“Oh?” You mused aloud, pulling out a rich green Furberry cotton shirt. Giving it a once over, you took note of the small embroidered emblem at the center of the shirt. Approving at the design, you raised a hand to the sleeve and felt the fabric, admiring the soft texture underneath your fingertips. “It’s nice.” One approval down.

“Cleo! Deuce!” Taking the shirt and grabbing another two in the same style but a different color, you walked to the end of the row as you looked for your partners through the store.

Spotting a hand waving in the air, you smiled as you heard Deuce call out to you. “We’re over here, babe.”

Walking over to the waving hand, you spotted your boyfriend’s green snake-hawk first before the sound of Cleo’s golden bangles clinking together reached your ear. The two were in the pants section of the store, Cleo bent down slightly as she glanced over the pants while Deuce stood beside her, his arms full of clothes.

When you reached your partners, you held up the shirts you found for the two to see. “Cleo, look at these shirts I found.”

Straightening up, Cleo’s eyes move away from the pants and over to you. “Oh my Ra,” A smile breaks out on her face as she makes her way to you. She takes the green shirt from your hand to get a closer look, nodding as she approves of the front before turning over to look at the back. “This shirt is absolutely fangtastic! And I found the perfect pants to go with it!”

She motions for Deuce to come closer and looks through the pile of clothes in his grasps before pulling out the one she was looking for. “Put those clothes down for a bit, Deuce-y.” The gorgon does as he’s told, dropping the pile onto the table beside him. Giving the shirt and pants to Deuce, she says, “Hold them against yourself. We need to see how they look like on you.”

Standing beside Cleo, the two of you take a few steps back as Deuce holds up the shirt and pants to his body. ”It looks so creeperific together!” Cleo says, giving both of your boyfriend a once-over.

“If we rolled up the sleeves up to his elbow, it would look even better.”

Cleo’s eyes brighten at your suggestion, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Spooktacular taste!” Moving over to Deuce, she does the same to him before taking your hand and beginning to lead the way. “Come on, Deuce. We have to get you to the dressing room so you could try the clothes out. Maybe we can find some shoes to tie the outfit together,” She muses, tapping a finger to her chin.

[dollsorwhatever]

More Cleo

Some more Cleo updates since my last post about her on here! I mostly post on twitter nowadays but I like to keep this account somewhat up to date, especially since I can be more long-winded here lol "Casual" Cleo (rerooted Ghoul Spirit Cleo) is finally finished! She's been mostly finished for a month or so but I dragged my feet doing the hair rings lol.

They're inspired by a set of wig rings found in the tomb of Sithathoriunet (Middle Kingdom, 12th Dynasty), shown here at The Met and here in an earlier Met exhibit, displayed on reconstruction wigs.

I couldn't find any metal beads in the right sizes or color (and I wanted them to be the same shade of gold as her accessories) so I made these myself with a handful of coffee stirrers that I painted and cut into little rings lol Other than the hair rings, she's been given a pair of shoes since my last post (Goreganizer Cleo's shoes with the Skullettes dremeled off and painted), a new choker that I made by cutting MB Cleo's ponytail holder into separate pieces, sanding off a few parts and reassembling it (the cartouche on it actually spells her name btw!), a Gloom and Bloom Cleo purse that I painted to match her shoes and a new clasp on her kilt made with a G1 Cleo vanity bracelet. Also, it was pointed out to me yesterday that the hieroglyphs on this top (from G1 I Heart Fashion Cleo) spell out to say "oh my Ra" phonetically lol. A nice touch that I never noticed! And I also finished up this Cleo a while back but never posted her here lol

Her headdress is a heavily altered and repainted Monster Ball Cleo headdress; I just wanted the "core" of the headdress so I removed everything but the cow horns and sun disk with my dremel, then drilled a hole through the back and pinned it to her head lol. The bracelets are all g1 Nefera bracelets that I repainted (as well as Nefera's necklace) and her shoes are from Skulltimate Secrets Cleo but repainted to match the rest of her accessories, and the hair rings are repainted G1 sig/Howliday Cleo bracelets. The first two 'tiers' of hair are her original rooted hair, but the longest tier is an extension that I made and pinned to her head. My general idea is that this is something she'd wear for temple ceremonies or religious events, or as a model for portraiture and statuary that represents her as an embodiment of Hathor? Not sure! My SS2 Cleo custom got some small updates shortly after my last tumblr post about her, mostly just her new headdress and new fishnets that actually fit her lol

And finally a group shot of my current Cleo lineup:

Skulltimate Secrets Cleo (far left) and Goreganizer Cleo (second to the right) are still WIP but they look good enough to be part of the shot! I also have a partially rerooted Monster Ball Cleo waiting for a new fit too, but there's no room on this display for her and she's barely dressed anyway lol

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Bad Math

(note for my followers with requests going, I'm pretty burnt out of House atm. I will get to requests when I can, but getting back into writing for me and also my life stuff will take priority over them.)

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Word Count: 3948

Summery: Episode 3 of Double Life. Martyn regresses after accidentally killing himself and Cleo but is afraid to say anything. It turns out he doesn't have to, because Cleo can feel all of it.

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Cleo jolted up in her bed, a fresh rush of respawn-fuelled adrenaline coursing through her veins. She hissed through her teeth as moving shot painful pulses through the newly reformed muscles of her legs and back. 

“Martyn!” She seethed to no one, “Oh my god, you stupid—“ That idiot had just killed them both! What in the world was he thinking!? The soul string around her finger burned with her anger and she didn’t bother to stifle it. She wanted Martyn to know that her blood was absolutely boiling. She got a dull pang of something like guilt back before he shut that down, because of course he would. She rolled her eyes.

Her joints ached as she stumbled out of bed and out the front door, but she pressed on. Her items would despawn if she wasted time, and she wasn’t going to lose all of her hard work on top of a life. 

The cliff was treacherous, at least a 20 block sheer drop with mobs everywhere, and she cursed Martyn under her breath the whole miserable shuffle down to the riverbed. By the time she reached solid ground her muscles were throbbing and a small hoard of zombies were clawing at her feet. She felt the pinch of phantom fingers on her forearm, Martyn’s silent complaining, and she pinched right back. He’s done this to himself. He was lucky she wasn’t letting these zombies have a little nibble. 

Some of her items were washed up on the rocks, coated in watery pink blood and muck, but the rest were floating amongst the drowned on the riverbed, not worth getting if she wanted to stay alive. She scooped up what she could and began the climb back to the top. Several of her items were missing, her food and armour were lost to the silt, which meant even if Scott could lend her something to wear she’d have to go back to the bloody caves in the middle of the night. 

At the top of the cliff, Martyn’s items lay scattered in a pile where he died. Part of her wanted to leave his things to rot, maybe kick them down into the river, but instead she begrudgingly dumped them into a chest for him to retrieve. She couldn’t have him dying again because his armour despawned, even if the idea of inconveniencing him brought her a sense of sweet satisfaction.

Buzz. Her communicator vibrated against her hip, and she pulled it out. 

<ZombieCleo fell from a high place trying to escape InTheLittleWood>

<SolidarityGaming> WHAT

<PearlescentMoon> OOOOOO

<Impulse> Soulmate kill? O.o

<Smajor1995 whispered to you:> You okay?

<Tango> LOL

<Rendog> rip

And of course nothing from Martyn. No explanation, not even a fake apology. Cleo huffed.

<You whisper to Smajor1995:> Fine. Got my stuff back

<You whisper to Smajor1995:> Most of it. My armour’s gone

Martyn hadn’t shown his face yet, which was probably for the best. She might just beat the stuffing out of him if he came around for the next while. A part of her wondered why she hadn’t seen him yet, if not just to get his stuff back before running off again, his tail tucked between his legs. She stared across the chasm to his heart tower. From where she was standing she couldn’t see him in the windows or moving around on the ground. 

<Smajor1995 whispered to you:> Do you want me to help you mine? I think I’ve got a spare set of boots too

<You whisper to Smajor1995:> Yes that would be great thanks

The walk to their strip-mine was short, but in sopping wet clothes and coming off a respawn  it felt like a slog. Thankfully she made it without running into any mobs, and Scott met her at the entrance to the mine, pickaxe in hand and a concerned look on his face. “You alright, Cleo?”

She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “Fine, just… frustrated.” 

Scott nodded sympathetically and made an after you motion to the mine. Cleo lead them down the tunnel system until they found untouched rock, which wasn’t too far, and set up a crafting table and a couple furnaces.

They worked in an unusual silence. Typically their time together was comfortable and full of banter, but it was hard to find something to talk about besides the glaringly obvious. She could almost feel how badly Scott wanted to pry and know every little detail, ever the gossip he was, but it was clear that he was determined not to from the near-constipated look on his face.

Cleo smirked. “Out with it then, ask me what happened,” She said, resting her pickaxe over her shoulder and leaning against the wall, “I know you want to. Although, I can’t really say I know myself.”

“Why did he kill you?” And wasn’t that the million-dollar question. “I know we’re not on good terms, but I didn’t think he’d do something like that. Not even Pearl has gone that far! And she’s crazy!” 

Cleo snorted, “I’ll tell you why, because he’s selfish! I don’t agree to a truce and he shoves me off a cliff!” She turned back to her pickaxe, punctuating every angry syllable with a swing. “Because he can’t just survive on his own. Ee’s like a parasite! Nagging on and on, and that weird tower he’s got in the ravine? Oh my gods—!” She was ranting, but it felt good to vent her frustrations to someone who wasn’t terminally dense and obsessed with the idea that ‘he’s your soulmate, you have to make up!’. What nonsense.

“And now we’re down a life, and I’m going to be stuck picking up after him because it’s always me, isn’t it? And it always will be! He’s just going to go running about willy nilly and I’ll have the consequences!” She swung her pick down with more force than was probably necessary, crumbling a pocket of lapis into dust, “He’s like a toddler!”

Suddenly, speak of the devil and he shall appear, there was a tug on their soul bond. It wasn’t ticks of damage like usual, it was an emotional tug. A ripple of nervous butterflies fluttered through her stomach, and she paused. Strange. Not the feeling itself, but the fact she’d felt it at all. The both of them had been stubbornly careful not to let their feelings slip through their bond ever since they’d officially split off in the first session. Probably a close call with a creeper.

Finally, after what felt like the thousandth poke-hole in the rock, she hit a pocket of iron. “Aha!” She exclaimed in victory, “Finally! This should be enough for at least a chest plate and some trousers. Come check it out, it’s massi—“

She faltered. There it was again, stronger this time. Her stomach twisted with what was definitely fear, and something else, too. It was fuzzy and hard to grasp. 

“Cleo? You alright?”

“…Yeah, I just… Martyn’s doing something. He’s probably caving.”

Scott hummed, sitting cross-legged on the ground and tossing a few pieces of raw iron into the furnaces, “Is he taking damage? You looked kinda scared there for a second.”

He hadn’t, but Cleo checked her health bar anyway to find it perfectly intact. “Nope. He probably just got ambushed by a mob or something, clearly he’s not the most careful man on this serv—“

It was then that it crashed over her; the string on her finger tightened and a wave of crystal-clear and suffocating sadness flowed through it. It startled her just how fast her eyes welled up and her chest squeezed, nearly winding her. “What on earth..?” She gasped. Her pickaxe clattered against the stone floor as she stumbled back against the wall. 

“What’s wrong!?” Scott clambered to his feet and rushed to her side, “Do you need food? How many hearts are you on?” He demanded, shoving a piece of bread against her hand.

Cleo quickly straightened, gently pushing the bread away, “No I don’t need food, I— I’m fine, just—“ What was Martyn doing?

Part of her wanted to ignore this. Whatever this was, it wasn’t her circus or her emotional monkeys. Physically they were fine, so it was fine. She scrubbed the tears out of her eyes, only for them to come right back, blurring Scott’s fretting expression. 

But the other part, the stronger part, told her that this wasn’t normal. Something was wrong with Martyn and she couldn’t help but be worried. Outside of the game they were still friends, and she still cared about Martyn’s wellbeing even if he was being a terrible partner right then. 

“Something’s wrong with Martyn.” She said. Well obviously, well done there Cleo, very observant. “I don’t know what but it’s… a lot.”

A thick, hazy feeling settled behind her eyes like molasses. It felt gentle, like it should have been pleasant, but it only amplified the swirl of emotions rushing through her. Tears slipped down her cheeks and she sniffled. Deep in her chest something was crying out for comfort, and she had to stop herself from instinctively reaching out to grab Scott’s hand, even though he probably wouldn’t have minded.

Scott took a deep breath, tapping his fingers quickly against the hilt of his pickaxe. “Right. Not much to go off of, then. What does it feel like?”

She struggled to get her thoughts in order as wave after wave of emotion came through their bond. It was overwhelming, flooding every corner of her brain like tar. “Goodness gracious, keep it together, Martyn…” She mumbled to herself, trying to at least keep her vision clear, “Um… It’s like, heavy? He’s definitely sad, scared I think… My head’s all fuzzy.”

After a moment of looking deep in thought, a look of dread suddenly dawned over Scott’s face, “Oh no…”

“What? What is it?” Cleo asked, voice creeping on desperate as the storm inside her slipped into her voice, “Don’t just say “oh no” and then stand there with that look on your face, it’s stressing me out!”

Scott looked at her, eyes wide. “He’s not regressed, is he? Surely not.”

All of the pieces were suddenly falling together to make a terrifying picture. The hiding, the suffocating fuzzy feeling, all of the emotions flowing through their bond, the crying— Martyn was little. 

Cleo’s mind raced. There was a child running around in the middle of the night during a death game, scared out of his mind and most likely defenceless. It was a miracle he hadn’t taken any damage yet. Heck, it was a miracle they weren’t dead yet, came a sobering thought, it was a miracle he wasn’t chased down by a hoard of zombies, backed into a corner a slaughtered. Ex-soulmate status be damned, she needed to find him and soon. She fumbled with her belt for her communicator and quickly typed out a message with shaky fingers.

<You whisper to InTheLittleWood:> Martyn where are you

To her surprise and slight relief, it didn’t take long for Martyn to respond.

<InTheLittleWood> i’m fine

<BdoubleO100> ?

<You whisper to InTheLittleWood:> Sure. What’s wrong? Are you regressed right now? Also you’re in main chat

<InTheLittleWood whispers to you:> Fine. Not small. Dw boutt it

<You whisper to InTheLittleWood:> Martyn. Stop messing around, where are you? Don’t make me get Grian, I’ll make him stop the session right now if I have to

The fuzzy feeling increased, and she blinked hard. If the rampant spelling errors in his messages weren’t enough to convince her he was small, that sure was.

<InTheLittleWood whispers to you:> Spswn

<InTheLittleWood whispers to you:> spawn

<You whisper to InTheLittleWood:> Stay there, I’m coming to find you

“I’m going to get him.” Cleo said, pocketing her pickaxe and equipping the iron boots Scott had given her. Her shield was shoddy at best, but they hadn’t had enough time to make her anything else and they didn’t have any to waste now. It would have to do.

Scott stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, “Do you want me to come with you? If you give me a sec I can make a new shield and—”

“No, it’ll take too long. Besides, I think it’ll just freak him out more if you’re there with me.” She rubbed at her eyes and gave him what she hoped was a reassuring look.

“Alright, I’ll catch up, then. Just… be safe, okay?”

“I will. I’ll be quick!”

The run to spawn was a gauntlet, and the burning in her chest and throat wasn’t helping. Thankfully the tears had slowed and her vision was clear enough to dodge mobs as they appeared from the brush. By the time she arrived the sun had begun to crawl over the horizon, but the mobs wouldn’t be burning for at least another hour, which meant they weren’t safe just yet. 

Martyn hadn’t sent any more messages and he was nowhere to be seen at spawn. Anxiety rolled in her gut as she scanned the tree line for Martyn’s obnoxiously bright outfit. She was just about to message the group and rally a search party when she saw it.

A dirt shack. Built up at the base of a scraggly oak tree was a small dirt box, just big enough for one person to be huddled up inside if they really squeezed. She approached cautiously, noting the uptick of nervousness inside her as her footsteps grew closer. She carefully dug away the wall, and there was Martyn. He was curled up tight, red-faced from crying and snot dripping from his nose, staring up at her with eyes blown wide.

Cleo couldn’t help but wince; he was certainly a sight. They stared at each other for a beat before Martyn simply dissolved. He began to cry once more and the tears in Cleo’s eyes returned with a vengeance. He curled impossibly tighter into his little ball and began mumbling something. Most of it was complete nonsense, but she was able to make out one word, over and over again. ‘Sorry’.

A weight dropped from her shoulders and she let out a breath of relief. She schooled her expression into something softer and tried to bend down to his level, but Martyn tucked his face between his knees.

“Martyn? Are we maybe feeling a bit little?” She tried her best attempt at a comforting tone.

“‘M sorry!” he babbled, sniffling loudly, “Didn’ mean t’hurt you, I was joking, I didn’t mean it!” 

All this trouble for a joke, of course.

“I’m not angry with you, I’m just glad you’re safe. This server’s dangerous for a little kid, yeah?” Her assurances didn’t seem to make anything better. In fact, Martyn only seemed more upset. 

His fists clenched into the fabric of his jeans and his head shot up, “You are angry!” He cried, “’Could- ‘could feel it! You’re angry at me an ‘m sorry! I didn’ mean it!”  

Cleo sighed. He was right, she was angry. Buried underneath Martyn’s hurricane of emotions there was still anger for him, but that anger was for adult Martyn. Stupid, shortsighted adult Martyn who got them both killed, not the blubbering child in front of her.

“Martyn, look at me.” He whined stubbornly and turned away, and Cleo rolled her eyes. Oh no, she wasn’t in the mood for this game. “Martyn.” Teary yellow eyes peeked up nervously at her.

“I am angry, alright? I’m angry we died, but there isn’t anything we can do about it now, is there? You didn’t mean to kill me, but we’re still yellow. That’s that.” Martyn sniffled, and Cleo could see a fresh line of tears forming in his eyes. “But, just because I’m angry doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I want you to be safe, and I’m certainly not going to leave you all alone while you’re little.” Martyn seemed to consider that, scrubbing clumsily at his eyes. 

She reached forward and gently adjusted his headband from where it had begun to slip down into his face. “There we go, no more crying now. Would you like a hug—? Oof!” Martyn in her arms in an instant, crushing her in a death grip. He buried his nose into her shoulder and sniffled wetly. 

“Oh, gross buddy. Just getting snot all over my shirt, hm?” She chuckled, patting him gently on the back. He squirmed to be nearly cross-legged in her lap, slightly awkwardly because of the height he had on her, but she accommodated as best she could.

They stayed like that for a few minutes in silence, only broken up by the occasional sniffle. The golden string wrapped around Cleo’s finger felt pleasantly warm, the knot loose and flowing instead of suffocatingly tight, and she wondered absently if this was what the bond was supposed to feel like. Comfortable and soothing.

So soothing that she heard the rattling bones of a skeleton behind her just a second too late. 

Martyn gasped, “Cleo there’s a—!”

A sharp pain shot through her shoulder and she yelped. Martyn squeaked, and she curled defensively around him. The mobs.

She pulled out her shield and propped it behind her, and a second arrow lodged into the splitting wood with a thunk. “Martyn, can you run?” Martyn only blinked up at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed like a fish. She grit her teeth, “Alright, up we go then!”

Ditching the shield she hoisted him up under his thighs and prepared to make a run for it. Just as the skeleton drew back another arrow, it was smashed into a pile of bones by an out-of-breath Scott.

“Run! I’ll cover you!” 

Arrows whizzed past her head and zombies turned to follow her as she ran through the woods, and she prayed to admin that none would connect while she was toting a grown man on her hip. She could hear Scott not far behind cutting down anything that got too close, and thank the Admins for Scott Smajor.

Cleo liked to think she was strong, but Martyn wasn’t exactly a featherweight. By the time they all made home and the door was shut firmly behind them she was panting and her arms felt like jelly. 

“You, alright, Martyn?” She huffed, leaning him back to get a look at his face. He nodded and gave her a shaky smile. “You’re very brave then, aren’t you?”

“The bravest.” Martyn muttered, letting his head bonk against her shoulder. She winced. Now that she had a moment to breathe, she could feel the arrowhead grinding against her shoulder blade and the trail of sticky blood running down her back. Martyn was probably a similar story. It was a wonder he hadn’t started complaining about it yet.

“Cleooooo,” Came a whine in her ear, “M’arm huuuurts.” 

There it was. She chuckled. “I’m sure it does. Let’s get patched up then, hm?”

“I’ll see what we’ve got.” Scott said, sounding rather winded as well.

Cleo set Martyn down on the bed and dropped down beside him with a groan. She could be helping Scott find first aid, but she was pretty sure she’d earned a break at this point. Scott returned from the chests with a half roll of gauze and a meagre amount of instant health in a bottle. 

“We don’t have much potion left, but I think we have enough wool for more bandages if we need.”

“Oh, we will need. Hand me those, I’ll get started on Boy-Wonder, here.” 

“Arrow first.” Scott reminded, and oh right, the arrow. “Fast or slow?”

“Fast.” She said, then reached over and grabbed Martyn’s hand. “This is gonna hurt for just a second, okay? Squeeze my hand real hard.”

Martyn nodded nervously.

Scott set one hand on her back for leverage and grabbed the arrow with the other. “Deep breath, you two. One, two… three!”

Cleo grit her teeth and Martyn whimpered as the arrow came out, squeezing her hand like he was trying to pop a balloon.

“See? Not so bad, was it?” She said tightly, but it was hard to look convincing when Martyn’s tears were welling in her eyes. “Now, bandages. C’mon, shirt up.”

After taking a moment to collect himself Martyn tried his best to wiggle out of his shirt, but of course he didn’t take his bag off first and before Cleo could even attempt to correct him he was already tangled and giving her the most pitiful look. 

“You know what? That was my mistake, let me help you with that.”

Mirroring her own, there was a small puncture wound in his right shoulder blade bleeding sluggishly down his back. His wasn’t going to be nearly as bad as hers, but the emotional damage probably made up for it.

“This’ll make it feel better, alright?” She uncorked the bottle and dumped what was left of the potion over the wound, and watched as it began to stitch itself back together. By the time the potion was done, Martyn was in need of little more than a band-aid and her back felt a lot less on-fire than it had a moment ago. With the help of a bit of slime, she secured a layer of gauze over what was left of the cut and helped Martyn wrestle his shirt back on. Was it completely hygienic? No. But it worked in a pinch.

“Now you.” Martyn said, making a grab for the gauze.

“Ah-ah, nooo thank you.” She said, “I think Scott will help with that.” Not that she didn’t trust a toddler with her medical care, but he’d probably make a mess with the slime and she’d had quite enough of bath time for one night.

He pouted. “But I’m your soulmate! I wanna help!”

“You are, but you’re also quite the tiny thing, and I like this shirt. Scott gets it, don’t you, Scott?”

“Sure do.” Scott took the slime and bandages from her and in less than thirty seconds the job was done. 

Even though the day had only just begun, Cleo was absolutely knackered. She glanced out the window at the rising sun and blinked blearily. “We should probably let Grian know to call a break, shouldn’t we?”

“Noooooo…” Martyn whined, before letting out the world’s biggest yawn.

“Yep, on it.” Scott pulled out his communicator and sent the message, and a few seconds later the break message went out.

“Alright, naptime.” Cleo said, pulling Martyn to lay down on the bed with her and halfheartedly tugging up the blanket. Being able to finally close her eyes after the night she’d had felt like heaven.

Scott smirked and took pity on her, and helped bring the blanket up the rest of the way. “You two sleep, I’ll be across the way if you need me.”

She cracked one eye open as he turned to leave. “You sleep too, don’t think I forgot I dragged you out of bed.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Goodnight, Cleo. Goodnight, Martyn.”

Martyn was already dozing off, but he still giggled and called back a quiet, “Good morning, Scott.”

The door shut and the two of them were left in a comfortable silence. Their soul bond wrapped around them, pleasantly warm and light. Cleo was just about to fall asleep when she felt a ripple of guilt.

“…Martyn? What’s going on in that head of yours, hm?” She mumbled.

“M’sorry, Cleo.”

She rolled her closed eyes and felt around for his hand, holding it loosely. “I know you are. If you really want to make it up to me, you’ll relax and have a sleep. Cleo’s tired.”

“…M’kay. Good morning.”

“Good morning, Martyn.”

[thelamentknight]

Cleophus al Misri

18/Male

Egyptian

Bisexual

Aries

His hometown is Scarab Oasis

Twisted from Cleo de Nile

Scarabia

3rd Year

His best subject is Ancient Curses

He’s in the Fashion Club

His favorite food is Baba Ganoush

His least favorite food is Fried Spider

Dislikes the Dark

Hobbies include: Shopping, visiting the Spa, watching chick flicks, buying candles, and reading about fashion brand controversies

Talent: Recognizing real jewels from fakes and Gymnastics

Unique Magic “Thoth’s Prophecy“:

Cleophus’ UM allows him to see a vision into the near future, though the visions are never completely clear. He doesn’t use it often, as using it too much accumulates blot to the point of Overblot. He can also have this gut feeling that something dangerous or bad is about to happen, but only if he’s affected (Ex: He had a gut feeling about an Overblot in the Scarabia Dorm, but could not sense it for the other Dorms)

Cleophus is quite a diva. Confident (maybe even a bit arrogant), sarcastic, and sassy, he truly does act like a royal, especially with his regal attitude. He isn’t one to quit easily, and is stubborn in reaching his goals. Cleophus is quite harsh on himself in meeting expectations. Deep down, he is a very caring and protective person.

Background:

He is the second Prince of Scarab Oasis, with his older brother being the heir to the throne. Cleophus’ Mother d!ed giving birth to him, so he has no memories of his Mother. He has a difficult relationship with his Father and brother, as his Father constantly demands perfection from Cleophus and his brother. Cleophus’ brother always met those expectations while Cleophus himself struggled, leaving him to always be in his brother’s shadow.

Fun Facts:

+ Loves Snakes, especially Cobras

+ Gets annoyed when people judge him for his fear of the dark. “Yes, I have a fear of the dark. Get over it.”

+ Has a competitive rivalry with Claude Fang

+ He’s a really good wingman/matchmaker

+ The Gold in hair is part of his natural hair. They’re not extensions nor dyed parts. Takes great pride in his long hair

+ Thinks his brother is the most annoying, selfish, stuck up Drama Queen he’s ever met

+ Calls everyone “Darling”

+ Was in the Board Game Club until the Fashion Club was made

+ Has a Self Care day every week, usually on Saturdays or Sundays (due to classes on weekdays). Self Care day takes up the whole day

+ Since his brother is the heir to the throne, this leaves Cleophus with the freedom to choose his future. He plans on being a designer in the future

+ Has all As in his classes. He’s also really good in math

+ Up to date on all the Hot Gossip and Bullsh!t that goes on in NRC

+ Says “Oh my Ra” instead of “Oh my God”

+ He has a collection of amulets and gems that he collects, and he stores them in an ornate jewel box that he hides in his room. He’s very proud of it

+ A really good dancer

+ Has a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long wallet filled with his credit cards

+ Gets along well with Vil

Voice Claim

[hmshermitcraft]

Etho sleeps at the library, Cleo's noticed. He comes in after morning classes, has a store bought ham and turkey sandwich (no cheese extra mustard on wheat bread), does his homework, and then he puts his head on his arms and sleeps slouched at his desk.

Cleo's been working here a while, funnily enough she dropped out of her first year at this school to be a librarian, she'd be graduating this year if she had stayed, and she's had the fair share of down on their luck people use the library as sanctuary from the elements or bad home lives. She doesn't bother them because they don't bother her, and it's no skin off her teeth to be accommodating. But Etho's different, Etho's a student here, he should have a dorm, right?

Where does he go at night? Hopefully somewhere warm, the winters are harsh and wet which is no place for anyone.

So they approach him, before he can doze off, and ask if he's ok, if he needs a place to stay.

"oh, no no, sorry uh, I have a dorm, it's just my roommate is uh....well. he's hot, and well, the whole school knows it. And he invites them home uh, a lot."

"that's not where I was expecting that to go. Loud huh?"

"very. Incredibly loud, actually. Can't sleep, I can barely stand to be in there at all but he leaves my stuff alone and i can't bring myself to ask the ra to move me somewhere else and subject someone else to his...antics."

They can't just offer him their spare room right off the bat, that's creepy for both parties, but she understands the plight of a roommate with no respect. So she brings a beanbag from home and a blanket and sets up a little nap spot in the break room.

The next day before Etho can even think of settling in, she brings him back and shows it off. He loves it and stays there for his midday naps on the regular.

Soon enough though, Cleo has a bad night, and she herself is in need of the nap spot. Unfortunately Etho's already there. She wakes him,

"dyou reckon we could..I dunno, share? Sorry I'm..I'm really tired."

He pauses briefly, "yeah sure, hold on"

Etho is light, spindly and boney but he's warm curled in her arms. She didn't really mean to cuddle him quite so much but it's the natural order of things. His hair is soft and he smells like the garden.

The beanbag is now their nap spot, though it is scarcely used nowadays, and Etho has a great new roomie who also gives him kisses in bed when they wake up at her home together.

-s

Etho has plenty to say about Cleo as well. For starters, her hair is so soft and he could happily spend hours working out all the tangles in it. She always smells of books. Etho didn't even know that was a distinct smell until he started coming to the library. She's also a perfect cuddle partner, cushioning him just as well (if not better) than the beanbag. She doesn't move around much in her sleep either.

He made sure to buy a new beanbag for Cleo's (theirs, really) home. It's the least he could do.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

IM CALLING IT

FRANKIE WILL BE ONE OF THOSE MONSTERS WHO POSTS AN AMAZING RECIPIE ONLINE- BUT YOU HAVE TO DIG THOUGH THE ENTIRE STORY OF THEM MEETING AND FALLING FOR AND STARTING A LIFE WITH CLEO, THEIR LOVELY WIFE, AS FEATURED IN EVERY PICTURE OF THIS AMAZING FOOD THING BEFORE YOU EVEN GET TO THE INGREDIENTS!!

"-and that's why everytimeiseethefireflies and feeltheswampbreeze on my neck, i think of THIS. RECIPIE >:("

"what a BEAUTIUL story! i just wish it went on longer ;-;"

FRANKIE OH MY RA IT LOOKS LIKE IT TOOK AGES CLEO WASS BASICALLY READING A NOVEL TO YOU! HOW MUCH LONGER COULD IT EVEN

wait. huh.

cleo was reading it. and occasionally snuggling with frankie while she read

they were all huddled up together at the end, even though there was a whooole huge empty kitchen of space... ahhhh, i wonder...? hmm

[chaoticwarrior]

(Sneak peek from one of my current WIP’s.)

Clawdeen, whisper- shouting; Drac! Drac!

Drac, whispering: Claw? What’s wrong, aren’t you supposed to be in a council meeting right now?

Claw, whispering: That can wait. This is a little more important. I think I’m pregnant.

Drac, whispering: WHAT?!

Clawdeen: Shh, someone could hear you!

Drac, sarcastic: Oh, like that’s your biggest concern right now?

Cleo: What’s going on over here?

Drac: Claw’s pregnant.

Cleo: You are? Do you have a pregnancy test?

Clawdeen: Yeah, so let’s go.

(After the test.)

Clawdeen: Cleo, I can’t tell the council I’m pregnant.

Cleo: Why not? If the baby is Romulus’s, I- Oh.

Drac: Wait a minute. Deuce is the father?!

Clawdeen: Yes, he is..

Cleo: Oh, my Ra. What are you going to do?

Clawdeen: I don’t know. I need to tell Deuce eventually, he deserves to know.

Deuce; Tell me what? What’s going on?

Clawdeen: Deuce, hi. Perfect timing, we need to talk.

Deuce: What happened? Did Romulus do- Is that a pregnancy test?

Claw; That’s what we need to talk about.

Deuce: You’re pregnant? I feel bad for that kid on who his father is.

Claw: Deuce, the baby’s yours!

Deuce: The baby’s mine?

[the-arcade-doctor]

It’s because she’s my sister, Nefera, Jay. She made a post about coming here on her hellchat and I was like “oh my ra, she’s torturing him too” -Cleo

It’s not that deep. This arcade is amazing. -Nefera

[ yeah, it's pretty cool if you ignore the horrors. ]

[r0yalgrimmartz]

Personal headcanon involving ocs because I base a lot of Kore and Hanae's friendship loosely on my friendships (one I've been close friends with for 4 now nearly 5 years) just with the sheer unhingeness I ponder on.

💖 Kore and Hanae will quote off the show 'H20 Just Add Water' primarily scream it across their dorm upon seeing each other. Example:

"Oh naur, the condensation! EMMA!!"

"Oh naur Cleo!!"

Fuck off its funny to me- But Kore had eventually sat Jaden down with her to watch the show. Now all three of them quote the show with its bizzare moments.

[MORE SHIT BELOW]

💖 If GX were set a decade later, they'd totally share tiktok edits of their current fictional crushes and be hardcore simping. Would say the most out of pocket things about said fictional crush like "I wanna get him pregnant" and the other is like "girlie valid". Possible they might make tiktok edits as well?? Deffo have saved edits on their phones.

💖 Will both absolutely stay up at ridiculous dumbass hours of the morning just to watch reruns of shows that they used to watch and sit for the entirety throughout ALL seasons. Example, The Walking Dead (ik that's not early 2000's but shush if it was set a decade later- ), they'd deffo watch all seasons up until a certain season and will make comments like "...Daryl Dixon? Rick Grimmes? Would." "Saaaame."

💖 Hanae actually started out not being interest in knowing Kore, but one day Kore noticed something Hanae liked that she also liked and pretty much was "omg you like that show too?? Who's your favourite??" And it developed since into unhingeness.

💖 Both just practice dueling with one another a lot, mainly so Kore can help Hanae build up her confidence when dueling. She always reassures Hanae that she's doing good, and shouldn't be harsh on herself.

💖 Due to Hanae's unfortunate living situation, Kore had devised some plan to help Hanae save up as much money as possible in their dorm room together, mainly for Hanae to get a head start once she graduates from Duel Academy. Since Hanae doesn't want to end up living back with her uncle, so that way Hanae doesn't opt for going homeless instead.

💖 If one of them is being hit on and they are not comfortable, the other will go to the other and be like "you alright babe this guy bothering you??" And literally sit in their lap. Kore does this with Hanae a lot. If Hanae is getting the odd creep, Kore will go to Hanae and be like "Sorry baby girl I'm back is this asshole pestering you??" And nine times out of ten it works. Unless they have one odd weirdo that's into it. Then Kore proceeds to break their nose.

💖 Hanae somewhat has trouble sharing her friendship with Kore, since to Hanae, Kore is like the only friend she's ever had. One who genuinely cares about her. Over the course of the first season, Hanae learns to accept that Kore can have other friends and is not obligated to stick to one friend. Of course, Hanae also starts to gain a few friends with the help of Kore.

💖 Since Hanae HATES and I mean fucking LOATHES Aster's guts when he makes an appearance in season 2, Kore will try to calm Hanae or hold Hanae back a lot from kicking the shit out of Aster. Eventually, Hanae does kick him in the dick. Kore is proud but carrying off Hanae as we speak.

💖 Hanae is chill with the friends Kore has. She accepts that she's friends with Jaden. But Chazz? CHAZZ. Hanae would tempt to sacrifice him if he dared entered Kore's dorm room. Even though Chazz is begrudgingly Kore's friend, he's more concerned as to why Hanae is concocting some witch style hex on him.

💖 Both have attempted to cook together. Once. They tried to make cookies. Kitchen was set on fire. They are banned from the girl's ra yellow kitchen.

💖 Kore has joked before that the two of them should start a podcast, as a joke ofc...If they actually did? A swat team would be surrounding the dorm and FBI would be bulldozing the door down.

💖 Both have had emotional break downs together in their dorm rooms on a few occasions during the early hours of the morning. Both are not okay, but they think they are.

💖 Are absolutely good friends with Miyu (other oc). However, Miyu acts like the mom or older sister while she has both Hanae and Kore on child harnesses. They aren't to be trusted.

Idk why this came over me I'm slowly delving into wanting to scream and rip the carpets off the floor. Anyway take this shit as how you please-

[ahungeringknife]

365: June 3

what's the fun of reviving dead bodies if some people from ancient history don't show up without any memories ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ So I revived an old Egyptian pharaoh and made her a lesbian because that's fun

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It was dark where she was risen except for some dim safety lights and a light in her face. She squinted up at the light like it was the god of the sun and raised her hand to it. It spoke words and she couldn't understand them. "Just stop talking," because its words gave her a headache. But the light did not stop speaking but now sounded curious.

It floated away and finally she sat up. She was naked except for some horrible cracked and shattering pieces of linen that had turned brown and brittle with age. Despite sitting up she couldn't see much else as she was in a box higher than her sitting height. It was several nested boxes and she slowly got to her feet out of the fragile wooden box.

She took two tries to jump onto the edge of the largest box so she could get out of the box and on the other side she turned around she saw it was a beautiful case made of gold. Or at least gilt in gold. The entire side was done in beautiful hieroglyphs and she put her hand to them, tracing the carvings and paint with her brown hand. She could read the hieroglyphs. This was her sarcophagus that would take her to the afterlife where she would live as a god.

"Can you understand me now?" she jumped at the voice and spun towards the light who came upon her again.

"Yes," she said slowly, her voice cool.

"Great! I didn't expect to have to learn Late Egyptian on the fly," said the little star of light cheerfully.

"Who are you? Were you sent by-" she turned back and looked at the sarcophagus and read the hieroglyphs to remind herself, "Ra?" she asked the light.

"Hmmm. Sort of I guess. A greater being did send me but not Ra," the light said. "I was sent by the Traveler."

"And what does this god want with me that it would awaken me from my eternal slumber as a god myself?" she asked the light.

The light didn't answer right away, considering what to tell her. Or perhaps thinking of a lie. "If it makes you feel better most people in this time consider your kind gods still," the light offered. "But the Traveler made me to find someone who were strong of will and sound of mind and with a desire to bring peace to fight against the Darkness. So I reached out to you and you reached back. So here you are."

She frowned slightly in thought. "I see. So I am to be a champion of one of the more powerful gods?"

"You could say that yes," the light said.

"This is agreeable. Now why am I in a glass box?"

"Oh! This is an old museum. Let me get you out of here- and some clothes. Oh I'm so sorry I left you completely naked. Hardly befitting a Guardian," the light apologized.

She gasped when the light shimmered and so did she and clothes appeared on her body. Pants and a shirt and while she couldn't remember ever wearing clothes her body felt restricted by these. She hadn't even minded being naked really. Then the light blinked and so did she and she was on the other side of the glass. "There we go," the light said.

"What is your name, light of this Traveler?"

"Cleo!" the light said cheerfully, "Cleopatra but everyone calls me Cleo."

"A good name for doing your duty to our Traveler," and she finally looked around. Cleo's light illuminated more of the museum and it was a darkened crypt. Statues and artifacts hung behind glass or propped up on pedestals and sat in blacked out cases. Dust covered everything. She walked around the exhibit and as she looked at the relics felt a deep familiarity with them. "What are these things here?" she asked Cleo.

"Oh. These are some of the items and jewelry found in your tomb," Cleo said.

"Why are they on display?"

"So people could marvel at them, and you," Cleo said.

"But these things are mine?" she asked looking at a beautiful necklace made of gold beaten and carved into the shape of a beetle with great sweeping wings like the rays of the sun.

"Yes- oh!"

She punched the glass hard and was satisfied when it shattered. Cleo had graciously given her gloves so no glass shards stuck in her hand. She was surprised it had broken so easily. She was not the most strong armed women you'd met. She reached into the case and took out the necklace. It was heavy and put it over her neck. It was a familiar weight she couldn't remember but her body remembered.

She went to a few more displays and did the same, breaking the glass and picking out the items. Beautiful golden earrings she wore in the several holes on each ear and rings for every finger made of gold with fat jewels or lapis lazuli gems in them. She adorned herself in the gold of her tomb before coming to an old banner hung on the fall. Cleo lit up the banner when she stopped at it.

A likeness of her own face looked back at her from the banner and next to her was a cartouche in vibrant golden lines on a black field. She'd seen some smaller cartouches as she broke the displays but had paid them no mind as they had had other names on them. Names of her servants in death, names of her loyal pets and steeds or her long dead husband or the names of her ancestors or the gods. But this was her.

"Nefertiti," she said looking at the cartouche and the shockingly good illustration of her own face displayed in regal poise against the black banner. She looked at Cleo, "I'm Nefertiti," she said.

"Well yeah. The one and only god queen of Egypt," Cleo said brightly. "I was so excited when you responded. I tried some other Pharaohs but they all acted too good to join the Light. But not you," and Nefertiti felt great affection when Cleo suddenly pressed against her cheek like a loving cat.

Nefertiti smiled slightly. "So I'm to help fight for this Traveler? I assume not in this place full of the dead?"

"No. No no of course not! But I didn't want to interrupt. We just have to get close to a beacon and I can call the Pilgrim Guard and someone can come pick us up and take us to the City. That's where the Traveler is. It's where other warriors of the Light are. It's where everything is!"

Nefertiti nodded. She looked one more time at her banner and cartouche before, to Cleo, she said, "Then let us leave this place and go to the Traveler, my little light." Cleo bobbed cheerfully in the air and flew off. Nefertiti followed after.

[mikaelsonwife4life]

Reunion Part One

"Why are there so many kids out front?" a young sea monster named Lagoona asked, looking at a young vampire.

"Oh, it's Reunion Night. Happens every year," the pink vampire, Draculaura, responds, seemingly flippant.

"What's that?" She frowns and a young werewolf appears.

"It's when all your siblings come, like Winnie and Sibella from Miss Grimwood's," the wolf, named Clawdeen, told her, eyes lighting up.

"My sister, Mavis, has been managing the castle with her boyfriend, Johnny. Sibella's been at Miss Grimwood's and Fangelica's been with my cousins, Thad and Klaus," Draculaura informed Lagoona.

"Miss Grimwood's?" Lagoona frowned.

"Yeah, it's kind of like Monster High but for kids. My little sister, Winnie, Frankie's little/older sister, Elsa, Cleo's baby sister, Tanis, Sibella, and Operetta's half-sister, Phantasma, have been attending there," Clawdeen grinned, a flash of pearl white fangs.

"Wasn't there five daughters of Dracula?" a young ghost with bright purple hair asks, floating through the wall.

"You mean Rose," Draculaura sighs, eyes downcast. Rose, her elder sister, at 1913 years, was the rebel of the family. She, Draculaura supposed, had tired of the perfect image she had reflected through her childhood and had drastically changed when left on her own while attending the Transylvanian Academy for Vampire Royalty. While they weren't princesses or anything like that, their father's spot on the council gave them passes to the school. Though Rose was actually descended from a vampire queen.

"Yeah, her. Whatever happened to her? Rumor said she just disappeared," Draculaura bit her lip, afraid to speak the truth of her sister's whereabouts.

"Drac? You can tell us," Clawdeen said, trying to comfort her friend.

"My sister attended a school, at the time it seemed the best option. It was a good school, or so we thought. We didn't see her after she left. We didn't see her after she turned 1300 and went off to school. Just before I turned 1300, the school was shut, most of the students fleeing. My sister included. It was never clear why the school shut down, it just did. The students haven't been seen since. There was Gory's sister and cousin, Bram's twin sister, Bram's niece, Valentine's older sister, Elissabat's sister, and Batsy's four cousins. Lost, never to be seen again," Draculaura's eyes were sad.

"No one knows what happens?" Spectra, the ghost, questioned.

"No," Draculaura sighs sadly.

"Hey! Look, Sophie, Charlotte, Sunny, Wally, Wilbur, Wilson, Whoopi, Wade, Weepy, Wayne, Win, Mavis, Johnny, Pedro, Rusy, and Hank are here!" he four gathered ghouls were nearly mowed down as Frankie, youngest daughter of Frankenstein, and Cleo, middle daughter of the Mummy, raced through the halls, eager to see their siblings, or in Cleo's case, cousins. Clawdeen shook her head but followed, immediately being attacked by her younger brothers while her sister simply stood by, sucking on her pacifier. Draculaura froze as her eyes landed on her sister, stomach round in her pregnancy.

"Mavy!" she ran over to her sister, "You're pregnant?"

"Yep, six months. I decided to surprise you! You're gonna be an auntie!" Mavis squealed excitedly while her husband, Johnny, had a huge grin on his face.

"Oh my ra! Rusty! You got new wraps!" Rusty, Cleo's cousin, was a slender man, approaching his seven hundredth birthday with blonde hair and blue eyes. His blonde hair was tipped with gold, rather like his cousin's golden streaks.

"Cost me a pyramid or two but you know mummy, she doesn't let us get anything cheap!" Rusty grinned before being knocked aside as his brother crushed Cleo in a hug. Rusty growled under his breath before he pulled his brother off their much smaller cousin.

"Sorry about him," Rusty grunted, a sheepish look appearing on his face.

"I'm not surprised," she shook her head in amusement.

Across the yard, a group of four had gathered, three girls with a single boy. The boy was quite stocky while the girls were all slim. The two girls, the youngest, had light green skin while the girl had a much paler tone, being off-white. The boy had a slight blue tint to his green skin.

"Oh, I missed you, Hank!" Frankie cried, grinning happily.

"What about me!" Alivia pouted, the bolts protruding from his head sparking as she held up her camera and took a quick picture.

"Yes, I missed you too, Alivia," Frankie laughed, ruffling her sister's hair. Suddenly, a bright red bus pulled up and they watched as eight monster kids and a much older witch piled out of the back and a normie with two dogs got out of the front.

"Sibella!" Draculaura cried, rushing to embrace her younger sister.

"Drac! Mavy!" Sibella cried, hugging Draculaura and giving Mavis a kiss on her cheek.

"Where's Fang?" Sibella asked, a frown turning her light purple lips.

"Not here yet. The bus stopped by the Wolf family's place and should be here soon," Draculaura soothed, a smile fighting it's way onto her lips.

"Frankie Stein! Hank N Stein! Alivia Stein!" came the loud voice of Elsa Frankensteen, causing her sisters and elder brother to pile on top of her in their effort to give the teenager a hug, causing a massive shock wave.

"Spectra! Operetta!" shouted a young ghost, racing to give her two half-sisters a hug.

"I missed you, Phant," Spectra grinned, giving her ghostly sister a hug.

"I missed you two, Spec, and you, Retta," Phantasma grinned, beaming at the red-haired phantom.

"Clawdeen! Howleen! Clawd!" a young werewolf raced towards them, tackling the three teens to the ground.

"Win!" they wheezed in unison, shocked at the strength their younger sister possessed.

"Awesome, right?" the orange-haired were-pup beamed. Her three elder siblings glanced at each other before they broke out laughing. Suddenly, Win was pushed to the ground and an innocent looking Winnie sat perched on her back.

"Luca? Is that you?" Lagoona cried, spotting her half-sister holding tightly onto the witch's robes. Lagoona rushed over and picked up the much smaller monster.

"Goona!" she cried, hugging the blue sea monster tightly.

"Cleo! Rusty!" a small mummy girl launched herself into Cleo's arms, her bandages getting tangled.

"You've got me all tied up!" she giggled, blue eyes gleaming.

"Missed you, kid," Rusty grinned while Cleo hugged her baby sister tightly.

"Nova?" a young alien muttered, glancing around for her elder sister.

"Right here, space kook," a blue alien grinned as she picked up her sister.

"Astranova, meet Zilla!" the small green alien grinned, motioning towards the much larger daughter of Godzilla.

"Hi," Astranova gulped.

"Hello, me name be Zillonia!" The monster introduced, her voice a deep rumble though fairly warm in nature causing Astranova's shoulders to relax.

"You know how to pick 'em, Galaxine," Astranova said, making the smaller girl beam. A big black bus pulled in front of the school, three decks high and spanning the mass of a fully shifted dragon. All six doors opened and a whirlwind of pups followed by Lagoona's family came out the first one. The second door had three vampires walking out, one's head held high. The third had a young zombie woman walking out. The other three held a whirlwind of ghosts, goblins, wolves', and monsters, joining their monster families.

"Daddy! Mom! Tadpole! Dewy! Squirt! Kelpie!" Lagoona cried and rushed over to her family with Luca still in her arms. The duo was met with hugs, making them disappear in a mass of blue and green.

"Howlmilton, Howldon, Howlston, Clawnor, Pawla, Barker, Weredith, and Packlyn! Front in center!" a young werewolf with golden blonde hair called, causing the eight pups to line up in front of them as they waited for their parents, Wayne and Harriett Wolf.

"How do you do that?" Harriett questions, amazed as the five kids who listened, rounded their siblings over to join them.

"Oh my fur, it's good to see you!" Clawdeen shouts, hugging Clawdia and prompting the pups to immediately jump onto their elder siblings, parents, or Winnie, making them all fall to the ground.

"Uhhhhh," two zombies met in the center, trading moans back and forth. Though no one paid much attention to them.

"Klaus!" Mavis glared as she spotted her cousin.

"Mavis!" Klaus glared in return, sending the hatred back twice as potent.

"Umm, maybe enough with the glaring?" Draculaura suggests, nudging Mavis away from their least favorite cousin.

"Maybe he should learn to take the heat!" Mavis hisses, much to Johnny befuddlement.

"They don't like each other," the young vampire that had been walking next to the two elder vampires whispered to the human.

"Noticed," Johnny whispered back, though shocked at his wife's frosty greeting.

"I don't think-" Sibella tried to interrupt.

"No one asked you!" Klaus snapped.

"Don't start on her!" Mavis snarled angrily.

"Shut up, the both of you!" Thad, the last member of the family, snapped, anger in his red eyes. Silence rang over the family, unused to the fairly quiet Thad shouting, "Can't you two give it a rest? Mavis is obviously pregnant, which means new blood so give it a rest!"

"You do know that's impossible, hmm?" a voice came from behind the infuriated vampire. The entire family turned, shock making them silent. Before them, dressed in a skin tight pair of black jeans, a skin tight long sleeve black shirt, black leather fingerless gloves, a black leather jacket, and black leather combat boots paired with a necklace that had a blood-red stone hanging from it was a young vampire with pitch black hair with red streaks and blood red eyes. Next to her stood a young werewolf with light brown fur and dark brown- almost black- hair and silver eyes. He was dressed similarly, though his jeans were deep blue boot cut, his shirt was a simple black button down, and his boots were a pair of Frye's Harness 8R boots, he did have on a leather jacket and pair of fingerless leather gloves that seemed to be a masculine copy of the vampire's.

"Rose," Draculaura breathed.

[tequiilasunriise]

Fer Monster Prom (these QUEERS and their PROMS istg /lh) I need a plot point to be that Something Important broke down ohhh nooooo like a generator powering the school or even the portal needs an extra blast of life spark to stabilize it and as everyone’s running around tryna power the Important Thing up Cleo pulls up, takes one look of the situation, says, “More power? Stand back, ghouls and boos, your most benevolent mummy representative’s got this”, cups Frankie’s confused face (who still hunches down nevertheless fer Cleo like the confused yet willing puppy they are), gently kisses them smack on the cheek, and then-

BBBZZZTTTT!!!!⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

“YO THAT ACTUALLY WORKED?!?”

Whamo bamo the world is saved all thanks to Cleo’s great sacrifice of frizzled hair and lowkey charred bandages. Girlypop was standing RIGHT in the danger zone of lovestruck lightning; she knew the price which had to be paid and did NOT hesitate even though she had spent hours before picking out the perfect prom dress and all that. After recovering from Sheer Gay Shutdown™️, Frankie panics and holds Cleo’s slightly smoking body close as monsters rush around behind the pair.

“Cleo?! Are you okay?!”

“Oh my Ra, precious, that was… spooktacular…”

Cleo is so outta it from her super noble act of altruism. The most selfless of all monsters, truly.

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Hello I rise from the dead to present my Hermitcraft college AU

The all live on the same floor, and Joe Hills is the RA.

If you need canonical context as to why this is a good idea, I reference Cleo's S2E1, wherein there is a solid ten minute segment of Joe unironically and with surprising success forcing the three new [identical-sounding, British] hermits to do icebreakers. Comedy gold.

Oh, I am definitely going to look that up! That sounds like an absolutely headache-inducing rollercoaster ride of an AU for Joe, I would read that in a heartbeat. Thank you very much for the hilarious and well-cited idea!

- Mod Shade