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@cherry-dead
"Greetings, everyone. I am now back online for the end of week holidays, so I shall be returning to answering asks and roleplays."
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"Well, that was hardly polite. Are you not a little ancient for these halls Nefera? Do you not have someone else to harass?"
(Didn't know how to tag you in a post, so I'll put an open RP in your ask box instead :l) "Are you okay, Ghoulia?" Robecca said, having just witnessed Ghoulia slip and topple over. She extended one of her metal hands, crouching down to her friend.
((It’s okay, friend! You can either use the @ + name trick cherry-dead or just pop cherrydead in your tags. I’ll get a better notification with the first, but either works. Sorry about how long this took!))
Ghoulia was, to say the very least, thoroughly flummoxed. It was as if she was in someone else’s body. No matter what she did, her footing was unsure. She had hit the tiles multiple times since entering the school. This last time was the worst, though. She had been minding her own business, stumbling as usual through the creepateria when her leg just shot out from under her, bringing the zombie down and face first into her tray.
She heard Robecca’s voice and looked up, a fry dangling over her glasses frames. "Th-thank you. I don’t know what is the matter with me today.” She reached out her hand and took Robecca’s.
Robecca took her hand as well, pulling her up. She smiled at her. Something then poked into her side. Robecca yelped, turning her head to her left. “Hoodude?” "Hiya" Hoodude said, his stitched mouth forming into a smile. "um, Robecca? You left this in Clawculus" He said, handing her a small, black and blue book.
Her cheeks flushed a dark black color. “Did…did you read that?” "No. Why?" "Oh, i-it’s nothing" She said, taking the book from him. He shrugged and turned to leave, but managed to trip over Ghoulia’s foot in the process, landing at her feet. He giggled nervously.
Ghoulia blinked down at the living voodoo doll. Taking hold of Hoodude’s arm, she pulled him up. "You have a decided lack of coordination and motor skills. Perhaps you should take your steps one at a time. Keep an eye on your surroundings." She brushed a few stray fries off his jacket and returned her attention to Robecca. She did not speak of the book, thinking it none of her business.
"Yeah, I guess I could…anyway, see you Ghouls later" He said. He backed away, falling backwards over one of the tables, then getting up and giggling, before walking off. Robecca giggled as she watched him go, her eyes fixed on him.
Ghoulia followed his progress with widened eyes, watching as Hoodude took down a few more trays and students on his way out of earshot. "About how much responsibility do you think Frankie takes for him? He is, to be realistic, her creation. Perhaps she should tweak his, ah, stuffing again. See if there is a way to improve his grace." Her eyes fell on Robecca’s smile. "Not to say that he is not charming in his own fashion."
Robecca snapped out of her trance. “What? …Oh, yes. I suppose she could help him with that” She turned her attention from him. “How…exactly did she build him, anyway?”
"If I remember correctly, she constructed him when she was feeling especially disconsolate about the lack of a significant other. I was not with her at the time, but he appears to be constructed of..well.. sweaters and various other articles of clothing. Forgive me as I cannot even begin to fathom what he is stuffed with. I am thinking that the pins, needles, and nails were possibly used to make his wits ‘sharp.’"" Ghoulia let out a low laugh, pleased with her pun.
Robecca giggled at Ghoulia’s pun as she sat down at one of the tables. “I actually wanted you to look at something” She said. As she reached into her bag and took out a metal shard. It had markings running up and down its exterior and, in the centre, it had a small-circular chamber. “I’m not sure what it is”
Ghoulia's smile passed away and she gently touched the object. It was unfamiliar to her at first glance, but that only made it fascinating all the more. "I do not recognize its design. Does it seem to do anything?"
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”Good day. I do not believe that we have had the pleasure of meeting before this. If you’re new to the school and need any assistance or you just need someone to fang out with, I can make time for you,...
The ghost smiled in a friendly manner, "I am Psyche Pompos, it's very nice to meet you Ghoulia" they gave her a small bow, noticing the zombie's look but figuring she would ask her if she had any questions. "I've heard Monster High is very accepting of monsters, is that true?" They asked in a curious tone
"But of course." Ghoulia inclined her head towards Psyche. "The very foundation of our school is based upon acceptance and diversity. Here at Monster High, one might see vampires and werewolves, once formidable enemies, sharing a meal in our creepateria. Or those of my own ilk, studying side by side with sea monsters and mummies. I do not believe that any monsters get turned down for their species alone."
Something akin to a scowl appeared on Ghoulia’s face. "My apologies. I shall no longer plague your happy little world with my company. But, to make a correction to your questions? You are not the last of your species. You are not alone with only one other like you. There are a great many vampires in our world, and if you haven’t noticed this, then I suppose I was incorrect about your intelligence." She coughed. "Perhaps you should open your eyes when you next go to class." She huffed and began to shuffle away in pure disgruntled zombie fashion.
Since she wasn’t moving very quickly, the vampiress sighed, and at the tail end of that sigh, used her particular speed to rejoin her.
"That’s not what I meant. You of all people should know that."
Granted, this was venturing toward ground she rarely discussed with Bram, but it was inevitable. There had to be some sort of emotional connection in order to form bonds. Her bitter self-guarding alleviated bit by bit. She almost seemed to grasp at invisible straws, but spoke honestly.
"There was a time when I thought reconciliation with the other members of my bloodline was possible. It’s not. I was not always as…" Disgruntled, bitter, hateful, bitchy, "horrid as I am. You have to understand, my people and others led me here. Believe me, I used to believe the same. The world is not sunshine and rainbows; once you realize that, it’s very hard to remember good people still exist."
"I know that!" Ghoulia's twisted frown faded and she looked worn out. She stopped and looked down the now empty hall. "I know that.. I'm not as naive as to believe all that. But I want to. I want to believe that there is goodness so very much."
Subconsciously, her hand made it's way to the small of her back and then she gently rubbed her neck. "It was hard for me to see things in a positive light for many years after I awoke unto my unlife. I suppose that was due to me understanding that my death was probably not a very pleasant one." Again she touched her neck, and for several seconds seemed lost in thought. "It was also some time before the others found me. I wandered by myself and I thoroughly believed that there were none like me."
Finally, with a sigh, she turned back to Gory. "I apologize for my... rudeness. Perhaps my friends' attitudes are, as they say, rubbing off on me." Her expression was still guarded, but she no longer seemed ready to march off in a huff.
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DIY Science Valentine’s Day Cards Printables from Evil Mad Scientist. I look forward to Evil Mad Scientist’s Valentine’s Day cards every year. This year they are featuring hearts, arrows and love in their equations. You can download all 18 cards at the Evil Mad Scientist link.
Below are the 2013 and 2014 Science Valentine Printables. 2013 was equation heavy and 2014 was symbol heavy.
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"Happy Valentine's Day!" ((Technically, this is unfinished, but I don't think I'll have time to finish it today. So have a poopy picture that I actually like.))
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”Good day. I do not believe that we have had the pleasure of meeting before this. If you’re new to the school and need any assistance or you just need someone to fang out with, I can make time for you, I’m sure.”
"Oh thank you, I would like some assistance finding my way around the school if you can, this dimension is general is quite new to me" they said with a worried tone, unsure of how they felt about this plane of existence.
"Dimension? Interesting. Of course I can show you around the school. My name is Ghoulia Yelps, by the way. Might I ask for your own?" Ghoulia pulled her friendliest grimace. She wondered what kind of monster she was looking at. She knew of so many species, but which did this individual belong to?
(Didn't know how to tag you in a post, so I'll put an open RP in your ask box instead :l) "Are you okay, Ghoulia?" Robecca said, having just witnessed Ghoulia slip and topple over. She extended one of her metal hands, crouching down to her friend.
((It’s okay, friend! You can either use the @ + name trick cherry-dead or just pop cherrydead in your tags. I’ll get a better notification with the first, but either works. Sorry about how long this took!))
Ghoulia was, to say the very least, thoroughly flummoxed. It was as if she was in someone else’s body. No matter what she did, her footing was unsure. She had hit the tiles multiple times since entering the school. This last time was the worst, though. She had been minding her own business, stumbling as usual through the creepateria when her leg just shot out from under her, bringing the zombie down and face first into her tray.
She heard Robecca’s voice and looked up, a fry dangling over her glasses frames. "Th-thank you. I don’t know what is the matter with me today.” She reached out her hand and took Robecca’s.
Robecca snapped out of her trance. “What? …Oh, yes. I suppose she could help him with that” She turned her attention from him. “How…exactly did she build him, anyway?”
"If I remember correctly, she constructed him when she was feeling especially disconsolate about the lack of a significant other. I was not with her at the time, but he appears to be constructed of..well.. sweaters and various other articles of clothing. Forgive me as I cannot even begin to fathom what he is stuffed with. I am thinking that the pins, needles, and nails were possibly used to make his wits ‘sharp.’"" Ghoulia let out a low laugh, pleased with her pun.
Robecca giggled at Ghoulia’s pun, smiling. “So, who are you taking to the dance? You taking Slo Mo?” She asked, smiling curiously.
Ghoulia looked decidedly uncomfortable. “I’m actually unsure at present. He seems to be…preoccupied.” She waved a hand to turn the attention away from herself. "I think I know who you would like to take, though." She jerked her head in the direction the living voodoo doll had gone.
"Perhaps that is not so bad a thing. Bridging both worlds can make you far more allies than if you were to remain thinking as the majority of your people do. In fact, upon further thought, many monsters around us could be seen as bridges between their worlds and others as well. Take Cleo, for instance. Many people see zombies as either background noise or easy targets of indentured servitude. Cleo sees me as a friend. I am an individual and she listens to me with more compassion than I have had for centuries." Ghoulia gave a smile and a little twitch of the shoulders to hint at a shrug. "Yes, she does have her queenly attitude, but I understand that she came from royalty. If one thinks of that, they should clearly see how much she has moved forward. I am happy to be part of such a diverse society. And one that includes you as well, Miss Gory."
Included? A rueful smile came to her lips, coated in bitterness and sarcasm. “Yes, I’m honored. To have grown and changed so much that neither my family nor my allies understand the position I’m in. Tell me, do you know what it feels like to be alone, save for one other person? Did you ever hear the tale of ‘the last man on earth stood at his window and heard a knock at the door?’ Imagine, the last person of your race, but you know who’s on the other side of the door. You’re the only two left. That’s it. And procreating would mean ushering children into an uncertain world. What if you can’t protect them? You have no outlet, no friends, no family. The last man on earth went from a cute little horror story to a metaphor readily represented, and, quite frankly, it scares the shit out of me.”
Something akin to a scowl appeared on Ghoulia's face. "My apologies. I shall no longer plague your happy little world with my company. But, to make a correction to your questions? You are not the last of your species. You are not alone with only one other like you. There are a great many vampires in our world, and if you haven't noticed this, then I suppose I was incorrect about your intelligence." She coughed. "Perhaps you should open your eyes when you next go to class." She huffed and began to shuffle away in pure disgruntled zombie fashion.
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"Oh, my. Cleo, where did you run off to? I am afraid that I may possibly be coming down with an illness. I could almost swear that I saw you just a moment ago. Ah, well. Be that as it may, I hope you are doing well?"
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”Oh, ah.. Lilith, isn’t it? I remember you from a previous Halloween. Your father left a rather strong impression upon us all. What are you hoping to accomplish by appearing in our halls?”
"He’s not my father," she replied. It wasn’t a first tier priority, but it was a common mistake. "He’s my uncle. There’s a whole life story I’m not going to go into, but -" She straightened, boosting her bag and almost appearing proud, "I’m transferring in. Forget olive branches, we need progress."
"My apologies." A delicate brow lifted and Ghoulia shifted her weight uneasily. "You are attending Monster High. Might I ask what the Headmistress thought of the idea?" To be honest, Ghoulia knew exactly what Bloodgood thought. To allow more normies into the school would raise cultural diversity, something the establishment stood for at its very core. Still, surely Bloodgood remembered the last time a VanHellscream entered the building.
"Dionysus? That is the god of wine and fertility? An interesting choice for the decoration of one’s lawn." Ghoulia was doing her best to ignore the cold face pressed to her back, but the small snow spirit had chosen one of the few places that was sensitive to temperature causing the zombie to shudder.
“Okāsan said it has something more to do with me, although I’m not sure why,” the hybrid replied, rubbing her arm. “I think her sisters would have rather we had Achelous instead, considering he’s the father of all sirens.” She shrugged and pulled Yuki away from the zombie when she noted the change.
Ghoulia nodded. "I agree with you. Achelous would have made far more sense. However," She continued, tucking a stray lock of hair behind one ear. "I am not either of your parents. They have their reasons, I am sure. Perhaps it is sentimental."
(Didn't know how to tag you in a post, so I'll put an open RP in your ask box instead :l) "Are you okay, Ghoulia?" Robecca said, having just witnessed Ghoulia slip and topple over. She extended one of her metal hands, crouching down to her friend.
((It’s okay, friend! You can either use the @ + name trick cherry-dead or just pop cherrydead in your tags. I’ll get a better notification with the first, but either works. Sorry about how long this took!))
Ghoulia was, to say the very least, thoroughly flummoxed. It was as if she was in someone else’s body. No matter what she did, her footing was unsure. She had hit the tiles multiple times since entering the school. This last time was the worst, though. She had been minding her own business, stumbling as usual through the creepateria when her leg just shot out from under her, bringing the zombie down and face first into her tray.
She heard Robecca’s voice and looked up, a fry dangling over her glasses frames. "Th-thank you. I don’t know what is the matter with me today.” She reached out her hand and took Robecca’s.
Robecca took her hand as well, pulling her up. She smiled at her. Something then poked into her side. Robecca yelped, turning her head to her left. “Hoodude?” "Hiya" Hoodude said, his stitched mouth forming into a smile. "um, Robecca? You left this in Clawculus" He said, handing her a small, black and blue book.
Her cheeks flushed a dark black color. “Did…did you read that?” "No. Why?" "Oh, i-it’s nothing" She said, taking the book from him. He shrugged and turned to leave, but managed to trip over Ghoulia’s foot in the process, landing at her feet. He giggled nervously.
Ghoulia blinked down at the living voodoo doll. Taking hold of Hoodude’s arm, she pulled him up. "You have a decided lack of coordination and motor skills. Perhaps you should take your steps one at a time. Keep an eye on your surroundings." She brushed a few stray fries off his jacket and returned her attention to Robecca. She did not speak of the book, thinking it none of her business.
"Yeah, I guess I could…anyway, see you Ghouls later" He said. He backed away, falling backwards over one of the tables, then getting up and giggling, before walking off. Robecca giggled as she watched him go, her eyes fixed on him.
Ghoulia followed his progress with widened eyes, watching as Hoodude took down a few more trays and students on his way out of earshot. "About how much responsibility do you think Frankie takes for him? He is, to be realistic, her creation. Perhaps she should tweak his, ah, stuffing again. See if there is a way to improve his grace." Her eyes fell on Robecca’s smile. "Not to say that he is not charming in his own fashion."
Robecca snapped out of her trance. “What? …Oh, yes. I suppose she could help him with that” She turned her attention from him. “How…exactly did she build him, anyway?”
"If I remember correctly, she constructed him when she was feeling especially disconsolate about the lack of a significant other. I was not with her at the time, but he appears to be constructed of..well.. sweaters and various other articles of clothing. Forgive me as I cannot even begin to fathom what he is stuffed with. I am thinking that the pins, needles, and nails were possibly used to make his wits 'sharp.'"" Ghoulia let out a low laugh, pleased with her pun.
She couldn’t help shuddering. “Oh, it was awful. I didn’t live in a monster community-well, I kind of did, but not in a good way. I lived in a wizard community and went away to school with a bunch of…
"The Coffin Bean’s not bad, but the wolf in me likes going down the line and chowing down on at least half the food court," she joked. "And I have to confess that I’ll always hate shopping, but going with someone else makes it fun. " She chuckled. "I suppose if anyone could change one’s mind about fashion, it would be Cleo."
"There is nothing wrong with that." Ghoulia grinned back. "I am very fond of many of the food choices in the Maul. They cater to my love for immediate digestive satisfaction.Just between you and I, sometimes if Draculaura is not with us, I feel elated to get a large burger and, to quote Clawdeen, ‘wolf it down."
