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Monster High OC: Isabelle Castillo

Age: Unspecified, about 40 ~ 50 years old

Species: Human

Alignment: Evil

Quote: "If it looks good buy it! If it looks bad, steal it and then make it look good!"

"I didn't cancel fifty hair appointments to lose the biggest deal of my life to an undead corpse!"

Isabelle is a OC villain for the Monster High series. The creator of Conquest Enterprise, her final goal is to take over the global economy. She also planned on stealing precious monster artifacts to resell them to high paying customers.

Description: In the world where monsters and humans fight to be equals, there is always an equal opportunist behind the scenes! Isabelle is dead set on taking her company to frightening new heights!

More info undercut (made in Brightgoat Picrew)

Backstory: Not much is known about her except she was born from a rich family. After graduating college she started her own business, Conquest Enterprise, which dealt in media and entertainment. Isabelle set her sights on the small gallery Amani Nesar worked at, only to be rejected by the owner. Isabelle then hatched a scheme to sabotage a lucrative deal between the gallery and De Nile company. She was thwarted by Amani's students. Later she worked with an escaped Spookenkhamun to reclaim a powerful amulet that once belonged to his sister Dedyet. They would once again be foiled by the MH students & Amani, the latter was able to reunite with her missing half and use Dedyet's full power to banish Spookenkhamun from the mortal realm. Isabelle would be arrested with destruction of property and conspiracy, her company now investigated for criminal activity.

Appearance: Isabelle is a beautiful woman of 40+ years, with wavy mahogany hair & green eyes. She has a fair skin tone, and wrinkles. Her attire consists of a red dress, gold sun jewelry and black and gold heels encrusted with multicolored gems. She wears bronze eyeshadow and scarlet lip gloss. An alternate suit is a maroon business suit with a gold and black striped tie, and ballet flats.

Personality: Isabelle is a cutthroat woman whose motivation is to gain more. She indulges in things like art, inventions and culture as a way to flaunt her wealth as well as exploiting the very artists who create the things she buys. Calculating and shrewd, she is always one step ahead in the business world. While not harboring a racist disdain for monsters she isn't above using their cultural items to secure personal power and selling the rest to the highest bidder. Isabelle is no stranger to rejection and usually takes them as a way to learn from them: becoming persistent and resorting to underhanded tactics to get what she really wants. This means she doesn't mind being told no because it just means she'll have it another way. Isabelle has no compunction with harming teenagers as seen with her attempts to get the Monster High students for trying to ruin her schemes. She's also a bit of a classist as she gave Amani a backhanded compliment after learning about the latter's background, and later remarking on her own employees in a negative way. One of Isabelle's biggest flaw is her jealousy. She envies businesses & people she feels are more successful than her. She envies the monster world for their magic which motivated her to steal artifacts to bolster her own. Sometimes she can let her envy get the better of her.

Powers and Abilities: Aside for generic human traits, Isabelle is experienced in business, math, chemistry and stocks. She also has leadership qualities, planning or overseeing big projects. In her youth she practiced gymnastics and martial arts & still retains these skills. She uses magic mostly for trivial purposes as she doesn't see a need to use for grand purposes except to show off.

Basis: Isabelle is based on the historical figure Isabella of Castille, a Spanish Queen notorious for instigating the Inquisition. Her company Conquest Enterprises is a reference to historical conquests which often lead to the destruction and exploitation of cultures.

Trivia

Her voice claim is Gina Torres

Isabelle represents greed & envy (literally a green-eyed monster)

She was created as a caricature of multibillionaires like Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos

Her schemes reflect the ongoing trend of Art Ai and NFTs; to bring light to these issues

Isabelle is a foil for Amani, being two humans dragged into the monster realm. Where Amani has a respect for monsters, Isabelle is willing to exploit monsters at the cost of their and humanity's destruction.

Character Inspo: Ivana Baiul (Gen13 specifically animated version), The Baroness, Porter C. Powell (TFA), Airachnid (TFP), Cousin Mel, Rubí, Lex Luthor

In G3 Isabelle is still an antagonist but with some of he darker traits left out to suit the more friendlier tone. She's still an asshole tho

She's the main antagonist in my fan movies "The Mummy Issues", "Art Fright", and "Tomb of the Lost Queen."

Her theme song is Castle by Halsey

Birthday is July 18th

Her actual hair color is honey brown, she dyed it a different shade to look more intimidating

She doesn't have a set theme color

Her pet is a poodle named Regalia

She could be played by Idina Menzel in a live action adaptation

Tropes: Brainy Brunette, Green Eyed Monster, Lady in Red, Faux Affably Evil, Would Hurt a Child, Corrupt Corporate Executive, Noblewoman's Laugh, Ice Queen, Vain Sorceress, Dark Action Girl, Evil Diva

#monster high #oc #oc: isabelle #o #monster high oc #picrew #brightgoat picrew #villain oc #WHOOHOO villain dolls OH YEAH #monster high was kinda lacking in good villains so i created Isabelle to fill the void #shes an asshole to monsters AND humans and isnt misguided or have a sympathetic tragedy #nope Isabelle is just a greedy mf out for her own hide #she makes Nefera de Nile look like a saint; when NEFERA of all people finds you a bad person you know you're truly awful #also Isabelle isnt a gold digger i specifically try to avoid that trope; she did start rumors that Amani was one

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18 year-olds MC and Ominis are called upon for a fancy dinner with members of the Ministry of Magic to discuss MC's abilities with ancient magic and how they might serve the Ministry. But the party has devolved into another networking event for stuffy officials. The two run off for a much-needed moment alone to blow off some steam.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

Smutty stuff here; Ominis leans into his carnal side. Dirty talk, fingering and oral ensue

Word count: 4,066

A/N: just a fun self-imposed challenge to write nsfw outside my normal fare. There are a few minor historical inaccuracies for the sake of a good, saucy story. Hopefully nobody even notices, but if you do, just... ignore them please lol :')

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It felt as if this Ministry of Magic dinner would never end. Ministry officials ingratiating themselves to one another, despite this function not even being about them, was dreadful to watch, and MC had had enough. She had only graduated from Hogwarts a year prior, and already her abilities with ancient magic were being recognized outside of the school. She suspected it had all started with Professor Black attempting to garner Ministry favor by taking credit for raising up such a prodigious student, but where matters started and ended in this perplexing network of magical politics was a complete mystery to MC. She wanted desperately to put this ancient magic business behind her after all she had endured defeating Ranrok and his followers—and because she wanted to focus more of her attention on her beloved young man.

MC had invited Ominis Gaunt to this dinner as her escort, mostly in an attempt to maintain her sanity. Ominis knew what he was getting himself into when he accepted, having extensive experience with such dinners as a child growing up in the House of Gaunt. The family had done all they could to maintain their connections as the house's fortune slipped away, Ominis being among the youngest to be trained in the art of overlong dinner events. This particular dinner had been going on for four hours, and with no end in sight, even Ominis was growing quite restless and frustrated sitting politely at the huge dining room table, old men and women four, some five or six, times their age prattling on without paying them any mind.

"Surely that man knows he's had a few too many fire whiskies," MC whispered to Ominis, who stifled a laugh as MC narrated to her blind sweetheart the disastrous scene before her: a low-ranking official was drunkenly stumbling his way through a drawn-out and unamusing joke to some higher-ups, his only accomplishment being embarrassing himself.

"If I ever turn into a pitiful and horrific Ministry beast like that," Ominis whispered with a wry smile, "please do the humane thing and leave me for some basilisk to find."

"Mr. Gaunt," she muttered back in mock horror, "are you suggesting a basilisk's gaze would be preferable to an evening of wearing uncomfortable clothing and being treated to incomprehensible jokes?"

Ominis chuckled and placed a hand on MC's lap from under the table. "I must admit, I am rather saddened that your dress has been causing you discomfort all evening. Even just with my wand and my touch, I can tell you are simply ravishing in it."

MC blushed a deep crimson. While she did enjoy how the dress looked, pastel pink taffeta with flower designs running along the hem and bodice with short lacy sleeves adorning the square neck and shoulder line, it was terribly itchy and stiff. Her corset was particularly restrictive, and her hair was also done up in a bun that was quite pretty, but had pins and flower ornaments that irritated her scalp. She hoped Ominis was faring better in his handsome black formal jacket and neatly pressed trousers. What MC truly wanted in that moment was to go back home and draw up a hot bath. Her mind was in full walkabout, pondering what she might do with a few moments alone with Ominis after this hypothetical bath, away from the ever-watchful eyes of her handmaids.

Ominis rose from his seat next to her. He gently took her silk-gloved hand and beckoned her to join him. "I need some air," he groaned. "This is simply too much, and I have the impression that none of these partygoers will miss their supposed guest of honor."

MC laughed in agreement, and with MC on Ominis' arm, the two strolled out into the night air in the gardens just beyond the dining room.

MC was not entirely sure whose house this was. She could have sworn that at least three different names were given to her when she asked various attendees, and she wondered if anyone else really knew, either. Whoever the owner, their taste in parties might have been lacking but their taste in gardens was exquisite. The gardens seemed to stretch on endlessly, and MC began to wonder if they had been enchanted to do just that. The two walked past burbling fountains, topiaries of all manner of magical beasts, the most perfect hedges she had ever seen, and impossibly intricate marble statues of wizards and witches.

MC and Ominis felt at liberty to make bawdy jokes at the expense of the officials as they wandered deeper into the peaceful night. "Do you suppose they're even interested in offering you a job, or are they just proud of themselves for stringing us along this far?" Ominis groused as their laughter faded.

"At this point, I wonder if everyone assumed someone else would be in charge of that task," MC sighed. "I must admit—I was hoping that throwing your name around would at least scare them into doing something, even if I don't want to work for them, but it appears that even Slytherin's heir couldn't get some of these men to care about anything except their own political onanism."

Ominis snorted, always delighted at hearing the out of pocket things his otherwise proper and feminine beloved said when they were alone. "It was worth a try," he smiled.

MC had gone from holding Ominis' arm to holding his hand, which she always preferred, and she felt his hand constantly brushing the skirt of her dress. She smiled, wondering if his mind had also begun wandering.

The two found themselves in a quiet part of the gardens, the crickets dully thrumming as they breathed in the scent of flowers and carefully manicured greenery. They seated themselves on a hidden stone bench some ways off the path to take in the peaceful ambience. MC sat with her knee touching Ominis' as she chastely placed a hand on the space between them for him to hold. He eagerly took the opportunity and laced their fingers together. "This is a lovely place, but I wish I didn't have to attend these stuffy events," MC sighed.

"I'm thankful they at least they afford us moments like this," Ominis murmured. MC realized that he was, once again, fully engrossed in her dress. He had been seemingly obsessed all evening. From the moment they departed for the party, he had been commenting on it or finding opportune moments to touch the skirt and its soft, shiny material. She wasn't sure exactly what it was about this dress that made it different from the other pieces of evening wear she owned, but he was presently enjoying the sensation of the taffeta under his fingers and had begun tracing the neckline of her dress with his other hand. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead—a kiss that felt hot and restrained. "Merlin, how you're beautiful tonight," he whispered.

"Three sickles I know what's on your mind," she smirked. He didn't respond, and before she could open her mouth to ask why, he had straddled the bench, put his arm around her lower back and roughly pulled her towards him. A small squeak left her mouth, which was almost instantly muted by a kiss. Ominis began trailing firm kisses down her neck, accompanied by quiet moans echoing in his throat. "How dare they keep you from me," Ominis muttered, deep and amorous. She had never seen him so aggressive, but she was fascinated and couldn't help but want more.

"I'm upset that I had to spend so many hours this evening being prim and proper, waiting for any opportunity to get away with you—all while you teased me in that pretty dress," he complained. She reached a hand up to soothingly hold the side of his face, but he smiled against her neck and grabbed her wrist, keeping her hand firmly away.

MC let a moan escape her lips. While she was typically vigilant for other people who might see or hear them, she cared very little at this point. Her frustrations had worn her nerves to the quick, and Ominis clearly felt the same way. She desperately needed some quality time with him to make up for the dreadful evening.

Ominis decided that she still was not close enough to him, and quickly pulled her into a deep kiss. Her dainty breasts pushed against his chest, and he sighed sharply. He ran both of his hands down MC's sides, his fingers dancing along her hips. "You're positively intoxicating," he breathed through ragged breaths. “And I am so very frustrated that I can do relatively little about it." His hands moved to her thighs before he stopped. Although his irises rarely moved or betrayed emotion, MC could tell by looking at them that he was deep in thought, deciding his next move. After a moment, he took off his jacket and folded it neatly behind MC.

"Ominis, what are you—" MC wasn't able to finish her thought before Ominis laid her back with her head resting on his jacket, pushing her legs apart so one rested on either side of the bench.

"Hush," Ominis growled, pushing his legs slightly underneath hers and pressing himself down on her with a hand to the side of her face. His command sent a wave of heat through her entire body, and she felt his growing erection pressed deliciously against her core.

Ominis dragged his lips down to her collarbone and took hold of her hips, slowly rubbing them as he rolled his own hips languidly against her a few times. She cried out softly before Ominis leaned closer to her ear. "Louder," he ordered. "I don't care if anyone hears us. I am fed up and I need you. I need to hear and feel you."

Liquid fire spread through her entire abdomen, and MC was quite certain she was thoroughly soaked. He rolled his hips once more, and she cried out with no reservation, his name rolling off her tongue. Appearing satisfied, Ominis moved on to the next part of whatever scheme was on his mind. He reached a hand up and underneath her dress, and ran a hand along the bare skin of her thigh.

MC wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered. She tried to move her hips just enough to encourage him to keep his hand moving, but he didn't budge.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," he murmured. "I want to hear you say it.”

MC began to protest, but was cut short by another kiss. "No excuses, little hummingbird," he growled again. "Say it."

Her cheeks flushed the deepest red. "I want you... to pleasure me," she murmured in his ear. The rush of saying it out loud was intoxicating.

"And how might I do that?" he purred, his hand beginning to move at an excruciatingly slow rate towards her core. MC moaned, partly out of frustration, and partly at the thrill of it all.

"Ominis," she breathed, feeling bolder as the seconds passed. "Please... your fingers, I want them inside me." Her confidence was building, and she was determined to turn this night around. She closed her eyes and savored her memories of the most recent time they had gotten away with doing things they shouldn't have been doing: they had snuck away after a formal courtship dinner at her home, and after they were sure they were alone in a disused room, she had practically melted on his hand. "I... also need you to rub my clit. Long, slow circles. Just the way I like it."

Ominis got a hungry look in his eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, hot and needy breath fanning across it and sending yet more fire through her abdomen. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He slid his hand upwards until he could feel how wet she was, and he couldn't help but smirk. “My my, someone is quite excited." His fingers slid easily over her entire core, and her hips moved to help. He frowned and placed his other hand firmly on her hips. “None of that now,” he scolded. “Unless you want me to stop.”

MC merely whimpered in agreement as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying with every fiber of her being not to move.

“I want to hear every single moan and sigh,” Ominis purred as his fingers lazily swirled around the exterior of her slick core.

"Anything for you, Ominis," she breathed. "Just keep going, please."

He chuckled, soft breath hitting MC's ear, and plunged two slender fingers inside her. The palm of his hand was almost hot over the rest of her core, and he slowly moved his palm in large circles as she requested. MC groaned long and deep as she resisted bucking her hips. This was the most pleasurable torture, and Ominis was clearly enjoying inflicting it. He held her there for a moment, slowly crossing his fingers back and forth inside her as he felt her walls around him occasionally pulse uncontrollably. From outside, he shifted his palm away to let his thumb swept slowly across one of his favorite spots on her body. He leaned in close again, gently nibbling at her ear. “Your cute little clit is so swollen and sensitive, isn’t it? When was the last time you even pleasured yourself?”

MC considered if she would let question hang, but thought better of it after seeing the utter delight he was getting from talking dirty to her. “It—mmh—has to have been… perhaps a week now,” she gasped, still fighting her body to keep it from helping his hand. “Please,” she whimpered without thinking.

Ominis tutted. “Oh, you poor thing, that is entirely too long a time.” His fingers slowly began moving in and out, and she exhaled sharply. “Tell me exactly what you did. I’m feeling rather jealous of those pretty little fingers of yours right now, and I want to know what they did without me,” he hissed.

MC whimpered again, fearing she might move her hands to help him before she could catch herself. “I…” she nervously gulped, hesitating.

“Yes?” Ominis asked expectantly. “Every detail, my little hummingbird.”

“I… it started when I was lying in bed. I was thinking of you,” she panted. “I couldn’t sleep, I missed you too greatly. I... began running a finger up and down my clit."

As she spoke, she felt him imitating what she was describing. He had taken his index finger out from inside her and did exactly what she had done the week previous. She shuddered with pleasure and continued, finding the task easier as she went. “Then—mmh—I felt myself getting wet. I slid a finger inside myself—yes, just like that—"

Ominis once again followed along, his large, warm hand heating her entire body. It felt as if electricity was gently buzzing throughout her entire abdomen, now, and she needed release desperately.

“I… I also did what you like to do: I rubbed my clit between my thumb and finger. It reminded me of you, and—aah, yes…” MC bit her bottom lip, orgasm so tantalizingly close. Her heart felt as if it might burst from beating so fast. Every time his hand moved, the cool night air kissed her core; it was irresistible.

“I kept going, just like that, imagining your kisses along my neck until—” Ominis had barely planted the first kiss on her neck when her back arched and she nearly screamed his name, her entire body shuddering beneath him. He kept steady pressure on her and dragged his lips up and down her neck until she had ridden out her climax, and she gazed up at him with a relaxed smile, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He gently felt her face for her smile with his other hand, and a look of smug satisfaction came over him.

“You make the prettiest sounds," he purred. "It seems as if I did far better than your fingers."

"Oh, Ominis, you absolutely did. I only wish you were with me every time so I would never need to use them again," she smirked, watching Ominis' attention falter and his commanding air momentarily slip as he got lost in that idea.

Eventually, he came back to reality and sighed sharply. “Well, it seems as if this is the perfect moment for you to help me, now." Ominis sat back, helping MC back upright, and began unbuttoning his trousers. An idea crossed her mind as he did so, and with a sudden rush of boldness, she placed a hand on one of his. “Now it's my turn: I want to know what you think about when you pleasure yourself without me," she murmured as she slowly leaned in next to his ear.

Ominis slowed, savoring her words. “Well, of course I think about you,” he replied. His voice was smooth, but there was color rising in his slender cheeks.

“Tell me more,” MC murmured with a dangerous glint in her eye, “and perhaps you’ll get some help with your current situation."

Ominis sighed. He was slightly annoyed at first, but his own game was quickly growing on him. “As you wish, my darling.” He finally undid his trousers, and his cock now stood tall before her, occasionally twitching impatiently. Ominis frowned after a moment, realizing MC was going to make him work even for the first touch.

"Very well," he sighed. He refused to let his bravado fail now, but he was quickly realizing what MC learned: saying it all out loud was quite difficult—and his struggles with it were inevitably going to goad his lover into further teasing him. "I... like to remember the way your skin feels beneath my fingers. And your soft moans. Merlin, the sounds you make in the throes of pleasure," he sighed. "And... I imagine how your pretty breasts might feel under my hands—how you might feel as I have you bent over a table with my cock buried inside you."

When he still felt nothing from her, he grew nervous and tilted his head. "MC? Was... was that too much?"

MC had been sitting, enraptured by her mental images of him lying in the middle of a large bed, his bare, pale body standing out in stark contrast to dark sheets as one arm laid over his face with his other hand around his erection, shuddering with pleasure and moaning MC's name. She shook her head slightly and drew herself back to the present moment. "Not too much at all, darling," she flirted. "Such a good imagination you have, too. I only hope that, someday, we may make that a reality." She voice had lowered until she was nearly whispering in his ear. "Now, tell me how you do it when you're lying there by yourself; how exactly you use these beautiful hands of yours to pleasure yourself." She ran a hand up his thigh, stopping just short of where he wanted, eliciting something between a sigh and a growl from him. He reached for his erection, and MC stopped him. "You can only tell me, my dear. No fair doing this yourself."

"I had no idea you were such a little tease. But I'll be remembering this," Ominis smirked. He then sighed heavily and leaned back on his arms, a deep blush once again washing over his delicate features. "I like to start with gentle touches. Those are—" he was overcome by a whimper, eyes squeezing shut as MC ran a single finger up the underside of his cock. He had no idea know how long he would last like this.

"What next?" MC whispered as she pressed herself closer, not letting him recover.

"Wrap your hand around my cock—gently," he panted. She beamed as she watched his boldness melt away under her touch, reaching a thumb up to gently massage the underside of his tip. He gasped again, throwing his head back. "That feels... Merlin..."

"Don't get too distracted yet," she cooed. "Surely there's more."

"Y-yes, please... move the skin up and down—just like that." Ominis was now almost breathless, moaning MC's name. Before he could give further direction, MC leaned down and pressed her lips to his tip. He nearly shouted her name and gripped her hair on the back of her head. She looked up at him to see that his head was lolled to the side, eyebrows knitted together and half-lidded, unseeing eyes languidly gazing into nothing in pleasure. His perfect lips were parted slightly as he panted.

MC slid her lips further over the tip of his aching erection, listening to his cries and teasingly resisting his hand's pushes.

"MC... Merlin, please..." His chest was heaving, and he gripped her hair tighter.

MC slid her mouth off, his pathetic whine causing a smile to spread across her face, and began kissing up and down the underside of his cock, gently sucking at the skin and running her tongue along every little vein and outline she could find.

When she decided she had teased him sufficiently, MC returned to Ominis' tip. She gently cleaned up the precum that was dripping from his cock with her soft tongue, delighting in his incomprehensible muttering, and slid her lips back over his tip and down further.

Another cry escaped Ominis' lips, and his hips bucked, hitting MC in the back of the throat. Tears stung at her eyes, but her mouth remained firmly around him, hot breath rushing over his excruciatingly sensitive skin. She started bobbing her head up and down, slowly at first but picking up speed. Ominis' fingers wove themselves further through her hair and gripped harder as he doubled over.

"I... don't know how long I can last," he panted. "Your mouth... Merlin..."

MC took her mouth away just long enough to give him one final order. "I want to hear everything you say when you climax by yourself. I want to hear what it's like," she smiled mischievously. Ominis quickly agreed, his hand trying desperately to get her mouth back on his cock.

MC followed the pushes of his hand, delighting in the violent push he gave the moment her lips had enveloped his tip again.

MC had moved her head up and down a few more times before she felt his cock pulsing and Ominis' voice died to a quiet whimper. A second later, his hot seed spilled down her throat as he cried out. "Fuck! MC... ohh, fuck, my little hummingbird..." his speech devolved to animalistic groans as his body convulsed, and he thrust against her mouth a few more times, the last few bursts of seed escaping into MC's mouth before he finally relaxed. His grip on MC's hair loosened, and she released his softening cock, savoring his taste on her lips and moving up to kiss him.

"Are you feeling better?" MC murmured. "I don't recall ever hearing you utter a single harsh word before now. It must have been quite good."

Ominis leaned into her kiss, hands placed gently on her hips, and he groaned regretfully against her mouth. MC giggled and kissed him again on the cheek. "Please. We've been in love for three years now. I think it's all right if your manners aren't perfect at all times."

"Considering what we just did in the garden of a stranger whose name we still don't know—and likely never will—you have a point," Ominis laughed as he made himself presentable again. "But yes," he continued after putting his jacket back on, "that was simply indescribable."

"It was the most fun I've had in a long while," MC sighed, leaning against Ominis and resting her head on his shoulder. "I really ought to find a way to bring out that side of you more often. It almost makes these parties worth the trouble... Almost." MC rolled her eyes.

"I am quite sure we could find other ways to get some time alone together," Ominis replied, weariness in his voice. "I don't know if I could tolerate any more of those officials."

"Perhaps another dinner is in order," MC pondered. "Maybe next week?"

"I think I would like that very much," Ominis replied with a sly smile. "I do hope you'll wear that dress again, too."

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