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So I had this idea a few days ago and I wanted to share it

So right before the climax of the live action, there’s a big battle between the witches and the monster high students. Casta gets really hurt and Spelldon realizes and blasts whoever he’s fighting out of the way to get to her because that’s his big sister.

He tries to heal her but his magic isn’t strong enough alone. Valentine (Ellis) starts to come forward and they have a “do you trust me” moment and Spelldon has to put aside his (likely lifelong) bias against vampires to save casta. They use their magic together (with maybe draculaura too, as in “the three of us” song from the first one) and save the day!

But then they reveal that Ellis’ mother is actually the real villain. I think they’ll do a twist villain who is very similar to the protag like they did in the first one. Like, Komos was part human-part monster just like Clawdeen was, so since Draculaura is the protag now (or at least central character) the twist/“real” villain will be a vampire who practices witchcraft (and I don’t think it’ll be Ellis himself since they seem to get along)

I have a headcanon for Spelldon.

Don (I nicknamed him that) speaks Italian as well as Greek (he and Casta are half Italian)

That’s so cute! I love that. I think he’d be able to speak Ancient and modern Greek, too, but he uses Ancient Greek more because of his family.

He thinks in Ancient Greek because he grew up speaking it on Aeaea. He talks to himself in Ancient Greek, he counts in Ancient Greek, etc. Val learns it for him.

I never really thought about the Italian thing but it makes a bunch of sense (especially since people think Aeaea is in/near the Italian coastline). Maybe his father is an Italian sailor.

LETTING EVERYONE KNOW RAFAH IS BEING BOMBED AS WE SPEAK. ALL EYES ON RAFAH.

Valentine is actually really good at painting. He loves oil paints and he paints delicate, calm landscapes. He hides them in a room in his house where his mother doesn’t go.

Spelldon’s hands shake too much to hold the brush. But he is a sketcher through and through and makes thick, messy graphite lines look sharp and elegant. He can’t draw anything but people, and Valentine is his favorite muse

Spot the difference

EXACTLY their story is so sweet and cute and they’re overcoming all these obstacles to be with each other happily i love that and I love them

We need to see them again I can’t go on if ALL we have is the diary Mattel can pry them from my cold dead hands

My least favorite part of having a small social media platform isnt even the number of likes I get it’s just that nobody leaves comments 😭 like please talk to me

Monster High: hey we named this character Finnegan Wake after the song! :D

The song: this guy broke his skull and his friends partied at his wake but they started fighting and spilled alcohol on him, so he came back to life

Valentine and Spelldon are both pretty, but:

Kieran is pretty like a thunderstorm. He’s like the flash of light before the low roll of thunder. Like the trees dancing a tango while diamonds fall as rain.

Spelldon is pretty like light dancing on gold. Like the glare in your eye that blinds you for a moment, but leaves you in so much awe that you can’t bother being mad.

Okay so I know Casta is a real name ok it’s own, HOWEVER imagine it’s a nickname. She got it as a child living on Aeaea.

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When she was young, her cousins, the Nereids, would laugh and welcome her into their pools when they noticed her. Her babbles would transform one into a small fish. The others would hold her close to their sides, caress her hair, and call her “Casta” after the spells she weaved

When she was older, her mother first showed her the herbs that grew in the soil. Together, they dried and crushed leaves into fine powder before tossing it into the boiling pot. Circe would hold her shoulder, not tight enough to hurt but tight enough to show she was proud. The potion would hiss in her ears, but though it all she heard her mother mutter “Casta”

But she was not “Casta.” She was not whatever “pure” thing they saw in her. She was cursed since the moment she rose from the sea foam her grandmother claimed, her grandfather’s golden touch burning her back and shoulders.

She was Cassiphone. “Brother killer.”

She hadn’t paid her name any mind until another form emerged from the earth. This one, a young boy her mother called “Spelldon.”

And when she first held this small, precious thing, delicately enough he must not have known she was there, she was glad she was “Casta”

Me talking about Valentine