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[askthevampireoflove]

Spelldon and Val watching "The Land Before Time". It's the infamous Littlefoot's mom dying scene.

Spelldon hears a light sniffling and looks beside him. Val is wiping away tears, and softly mouthing along with the dialogue. Spelldon gives him a caring look. Not wanting to see his boyfriend cry, he puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Aw...friends of yours?"

Val's face drops to an expression of stern annoyance, narrowing his eyes at the witch. However, he can't fight back a smile when Spelldon begins to laugh at Val's dead pan reaction.

[spelldoncauldronello]

Maul Crawl

Spelldon didn’t take much time to drop his stuff off and get to the maul. Timing was on his side as the bus was just pulling to the stop outside the dorms. All changed into more comfortable clothing and grabbed a power bank for his iCoffin. He was listening to music till he was let off at the next stop - The Maul.  He told Valentine to meet him at The Coffin Bean in an hour, but he was running about 30 minutes ahead of schedule. It couldn’t hurt to go and get himself a drink while he waited for his date to arrive. For once in a blue moon, he wasn’t in a coffee mood and opted for a cold drink. It was a light violet mixed with blackscarries and hibiscus flavor with coconut milk and ice. It was a nice contrast to the orange lid and straw of his refill cup. He stood outside with his foot up against the stonework pillar of the entrance with only one scarepod in while he waited for a handsome vamp to break his attention. 

[geminiblackout]

Closed Starter for @askthevampireoflove ! Jackson was thankful for the end of the school week. Normally, he found himself engaged in his classes and taking in every bit of information, but the constant review sessions left his mind wandering towards anything else. Sure, he spent more time studying than other students, but the redundancy became too much for his mind to handle for hours at a time. As he packed his bag with the necessary books for both him and Holt, he couldn’t fight the feeling he may have been watched. 

With a shrug, he shook it off. If it had been anyone with an ill intention he probably would have been stuck in his locker by now. There were new students all of the time, unaware of his  ““official monster status””, who would stare in confusion at the sight of a normie; eventually, they would always move on. Jackson hoisted the full bag over his shoulder and shut his locker.

[scareapist]

“Hey, I wanted to make something special for everyone this year to take home with them. It’s a little fragile, but it should be dry. I hope everyone has a great Howliday.”

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[13xwishes]

For @askthevampireoflove​  || Continued Wish  { X }

Whisp returned the side hug to her vampire bestie before moving to hover next to him, arm leaning on his shoulder.

       ❝ Oh you know. The usual. Wish a king’s treasure here, eternal life there. 6 months seems to fly by more than you think... And what of you? ❞

[askthevampireoflove]

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[askthevampireoflove]

[askthevampireoflove]

Hello Valentine. Where did you get your southern accent from? Did you always have it?

New Gorleans, darlin', and no. I've only adopted that accent a little more than 200 years ago...

See, I was born in Ireland 16011 years ago...my original accent was Irish. When Stoker turned me and took me away to live with him to Transylvania, he forced me to speak like him. Vampires from Romania, or specifically, Transylvania are seen as almost royalty [I guess]. But I travelled with him to various countries, Londoom, Scaris, Rome, Itchaly... but it wasn't until the early 1800's (I had separated myself from Stoker by then) that I had heard about a little city in the Boo World in the South that was quickly growin' in popularity, New Gorleans. Not to mention A GREAT number of vampires were flockin' there for new opportunity.

However, it was WILD! People were drunk, dirty, party animals. Even plenty of aristocrats were hostin' scandalice affairs! The vampires had dug their heels into the city and it was BEAUTIFUL! Nothin' like I'd ever seen!

I heard that Stoker hated it.

All the more reason that I loved it! The music, the cuisine, the way the full moon light shone on the bayou in the dead of night, the culture, the meltin' pot of so many folks from all walks of life!

I bought up a bunch a' land, built a gore-geous mansion and made it a point to speak in their dialect, that sweet, sweet Southern drawl. Not to mention, that accent made the ghouls weak in the knees [not that that matters much anymore].

Otherwise, I've long since lost my original accent, so if I speak without the drawl, I don't really have much of an accent to speak of.

( My New Goreleans mansion before major re-landscaping in the 1890's )