#spellentine

Quería dibujar, no tenía ideas y vi que alguien se quejaba de que Val se veia demasiado twink que lo arruinaron noseque así que le hice unas medias porque ando lavando su ropa xd

Leí un fanfic y quise hacer algo parecido al outfit que tenia en el fic

The witch approached her and hugged her asking what happened or if she was hurt.

"Daddy..." She started speaking and Spelldon felt like his heart might melt. It had been a long time since she last called him that, for some reason that 22 year old thought growing up meant not being affectionate to her parents.

He didn't say anything about it and let her continue.

"I'm sorry for being difficult... I love you, daddy, a lot" she sobbed as she cuddled with her father.

"Hey, no, honey... it's okay, I love you too, baby, you had a nightmare? Are you okay?"

"No nightmares... just got my period again and I..." But she was not able to finish her sentence for a sob that escaped her. Spelldon understood and made sure to cuddle her a bit more.

"It's alright, you wanna something sweet for breakfast? I can make pancakes" The witch offered and she nodded, he kissed her head and was about to go to the kitchen when his other two daughters' voices could be heard from the stairs.

"No! You took my favorite dress and I'm gonna tell dad!"

"Ha! It fits me better anyway!"

"How dare you?! I'm gonna k1ll you!"

"That's blood crime and Zeus is gonna punish you!"

Spelldon slowly turned his head towards the stairs, both twins yelling at each other first for a dress, then over greek gods laws, then over something Spelldon couldn't quite catch.

"Can't you all shut the fuck up?! It's seven in the fucking morning!" Valentine's voice could be heard approaching the stairs from the second floor.

"Oh, dear lord..." Spelldon said to himself, backed away a little bit before slowly making his way to the kitchen trying not to make noise nor be visible to his family. Silently checked on the calendar.

"What are you doing, dada?" A soft voice caught his attention and almost made him jump. His son, a 10 year old boy was sitting at the table.

"When did you...?"

"Two hours ago. I woke up early and got bored" the boy answered his dad and Spelldon didn't make more questions about it. Screams and yelling coming from the living room.

"What is going on, dad?"

"Nothing baby, we just have to be... very sensitive with them for a few days, okay?" Spelldon walked to his son and scooped him up to put him on the floor.

"Get under the table and stay there until dada comes back, okay? Your daddy and sisters need some space right now" the witch was speaking when silence was all he could hear and that could be a good or a bad sign so he left his son there and made his way back to the living room.

All he found there was his 22 year old daughter, teen twins and husband curled up on the couch, all of them watching the movie and sobbing together. Spelldon walked out of there without being noticed.

"I know I've been a b1tch to our neighbors and I used a spell to make Casta forget to invite me to her concerts because I don't like the crowd and I understand if my family synching is a form of punishment but please, gods, don't let me die today" Spelldon mumbled before feeling a tug to his sweatpants. His son kneeling on the floor and holding the swearing jar.

"You said a bad word" the little boy spoke with a smile. Spelldon sighed, picked him up.

"Told you to stay under the table!" The witch tried to keep his voice as down as possible while going back to the kitchen, getting into the idea to make breakfast and different options to drink, once there he also put a heart, two lilac flowers and a star stickers on that day on the calendar.

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Just a thought...

But the thought of a character named "Kieran Valentine" getting a release with his boyfriend for Valentine's day kills me the fuck off, jjjjjjssjjsjs.

In his diary it took him a WHILE to understand that he had a crush on Val, why the fuck is he even imagining this 😭 what could have been going on thru his head when he was planning this bullshit?

I mean, he was straight up bullshiting Val all comic long, so he was truly just making shit up as it went 💀💀💀💀💀

He reallyyyyyyy needed to ask for Scarah's help with scaring the cute vampire boy he had been taking on a gathering quest all week long for nothiiiiiing at alllll, just because. And ofc he imagines himself as the hero in this situation with Val hugging him while kneeling at his feet 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Spell is a dumbass: he could come up with the whole mocktail scheme on the spot, but he couldn't figure out how to ask out the boy he liked to prom. My son may be kind of stupid.

Thankfully the universe is sometimes fair and he failed miserably: