#c:sabrina

[glenpowellx]

Been meaning to get you alone for a while now. You seem to be quite popular tonight. Looking gorgeous too, by the way, needed to point that out. Are you enjoying yourself? @sabriiinas

[louistcmmo]

Not that I follow everyone's tour as that'd just be too much for me old brain to handle, but you were basically everywhere on me social media so it was hard to ignore. You still supporting Miss Swift on her tour or did the time for a well deserved break finally arrive? @sabriiinas

[pavlmescvlx]

First of all, I think I need to congratulate you on your Grammy wins. Pretty amazing achievement. Also really enjoyed that performance with that bit of comedy in it. You really do belong on a stage. I may have stayed up late to watch it through a livestream. You think you'd ever go back to acting or do you prefer the music business for now? I've seen all the rumors about this live action rapunzel movie. People really want you back on the big screen. @sabrinascarpcnter

[taylorheat]

You know I think Meredith has finally found someone who she'll let in. After fourteen years all it took was a little black kitten to soften her hard exterior. Is it the old age getting to her? Who knows. How was your Christmas, my love? Even though we spent time together last weekend - I miss you already. Needy best friend here. @sabriinas

[glenheat]

I think Tini is going to be the boss of the house now, babe. Brisket is used to being the baby of the family so I think he's feeling a little outta place, it's kinda hilarious. Have you been enjoying the Christmas season with the Powells? Looking forward to seeing what the Carpenters get up to in the next couple days. @sabriinas

[arsenicnog]

results of last monday’s drunk sketching

[therockyroberts]

Rocky knew that she couldn’t just keep sweeping things under the rug with Sabrina. She wanted to get closer to her sister, but she also didn’t want to hear the hard truths about her mother. Yet, she also wanted Sabrina to know that she did have other family. “Hey, how are you? I wanted to ask you some questions and maybe finally have the talk about...our mom, but only if you want to? I’ve been sorta avoiding that talk, which I’m sorry.” @sabrinathehedgewitch​

[ricksnotyourvalentine]

RIck was standing at the car waiting on Sabrina. He’d not given her much notice about needing to be up early this morning, but he could only get one time slot for part one of his Valentine’s Day surprise. “Hey, baby, I know I’m being secretive right now, and you’re not a fan of surprises. But I have a surprise and we kind of have to be there before we miss it and other people reap the benefits of said surprise. Or well part one of three.” Rick had done something spontaneous and he was kind of nervous about it. But it was Mardi Gras season in the states, and since their work didn’t allow for either of them to just pick up and go, he wanted to bring it to her. There was an actual parade that would be going through the streets of Canada. His politician friends had help with permits. There was a shopping trip for ball clothes, and then there was a Mardi Gras ball party of two set for later. Food, decorations, all the details were spot on even down to the baby in the King Cake. @sabrinathehedgewitch​

[stella-mayne]

Single or booed up Zoey absolutely adored Valentine’s day. The pretty colours, the chocolate-- the excuse to bake and shower humans with affection.  Who wouldn’t love a day celebrating love? People that hated Christmas that’s who. Too many people got wrapped up in the fact that the holiday traditionally celebrated couples-- but there were many versions of love. Familial, platonic, self- love. And they all had legit terms so her argument- should she make one- was valid.

She’d done her part for the Royal brunch- luckily having been nowhere near the champagne when the incident happened which allowed for her to dip out early enough to prepare for her own v-day g-day themed event. Zoey was no stranger to sleepovers so everything was set out: face masks, nail polish, magazines, snacks, the two bottles of wine she’d swindled from the staff’s stash and her tarot cards should they feel experimental. She’d even go as far as to string fairy lights for the sake on ambience.

Staying true to the holiday, she sported a red silk pajama set and for the heck of it styled her hair in two braids- if they were going to do this sleepover she was willing to go all out. Hearing the knock at the door, Zoey practically skipped to it, happy for some quality girl time. “Hello and welcome to my humble abode,” she greeted, motioning vaguely before stepping aside to allow the girl entry.  “Okay, so it was my every intention to make pizzas for tonight but the kitchen has been preoccupied all day so I hope chips and cookies will suffice."

@sabrinaellis​

[little-mouse-gardens]

Tysm for the tag @creatrackers !

I'm going to be doing seven snippets from my wip Bluebottle manor (undertale + undertale aus fic)

tagging : @minutiaewriter, @authoralexharvey, @angelasscribbles, @angelswing236, @anechomirrored and anyone else who wants to participate.

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"you come and sit on the roof often?" sans asked, plopping himself down onto the other bean bag.

"yeah, usually every few nights or so" Eliza replied looking up from her sketchbook "I mostly come up here when my brain doesn't want to power down or i feel another migraine coming on. the view of the woods from up here helps me relax a little "

sans could understand that a bit too well. he used to do that alot back in the underground.

whenever his brother was asleep, he would go up on the roof of their home to look up at the crystals shining on the ceiling of the underground as if they were real stars.

though seeing the beautiful night sky from up here made the undergrounds crystals seem like lighting bugs in comparison.

2. "PASTA IS BETTER!"

"TACOS ARE CLEARLY BETTER!"

"FOR BREAKFAST?! YOU CAN'T MAKE TACOS FOR BREAKFAST!"

"YES, YOU CAN! THERE ARE SO MANY RECIPES ABOUT IT!"

"How long have they been going at it?" Sabrina asked, popping another mini muffin into her mouth.

"i think it's been twenty minutes now? maybe 25? i honestly have no clue" Venus yawned, adjusting his glasses.

"shouldn't one of us step in?"

Venus shrugged, "probably. but I'm i honestly too tired to get into a lose-lose situation. "

3. "Looking good dollface~"

Ashley nearly dropped the martini glass she was cleaning when she heard that all too familiar voice in her ears.

whipping her head around to find a familiar set of red eyes-lights staring back at her with a fanged smile.

"Red!?" she gasped, "what the hell are you doing here!?"

"Daisy gave me the name of the bar you work" he said with a hint of awkwardness in his tone. handing over the miniature pusheen patterned tote bag weighed down by the broccoli stir fry and mini fruit pies she had packed for her dinner.

"i saw ya forgot your dinner so i came here to find ya and give it back to ya" red said, a small bit of red appearing across his cheekbones.

4. "HUMAN!"

marley flinched at loudness of his voice.

"INSOLENT HUMAN ARE YOU AWAKE!?"

" Edge...," they groaned, "may i ask why you are calling me at three am screeching at me? we live in the same house you could have just knocked on my bedroom do-"

"THAT DOESN'T MATTER. ARE YOU STILL TAKING ME TO THAT FESTIVAL OR NOT?"

marley blinked a couple times.

processing what he just said to them before letting out a frustrated sigh.

".....edge....i said three pm, not three am....."

5.

"Hey daisy?" Venus asked, "may i ask you a question."

"Sure, what it is it?"

"Why on earth are we letting blueberry, papyrus and edge cook dinner? let alone be in the same kitchen together?"

"Well..." daisy said, pausing to contemplate the best way of explaining her reasoning behind this plan.

this wasn't the greatest idea, to be honest.

every time those three were in the kitchen they made a ridiculous mess, and half their kitchenware would get chipped or broken due to their squabbling.

plus, and this is the best way she could put it, they were still getting the hang of cooking.

non-edible glitter tacos, lasagna with shards of glass baked in, and raw spaghetti with sprinkles were quite common dishes for each of them, according to their each of their own brothers.

Seven Snippets Seven People Tag

tysm for tagging me @talesofsorrowandofruin !

Rules: post seven snippets from a WIP and then tag seven people

I chose to share some snippets from Creatrackers! I’ve been editing the first draft so it feels right :)

Willa’s POV:

The speakers in the van sing songs of different genres. Some are what people now call indie-pop, other songs feel like camping in the mountains, a few acoustics, and a soft rock song every now and then. All of which I really quite enjoy. I’m so caught up in the moment that I almost answer honestly when Jo asks me, “You planning on going to university?” I had gone. So long ago it feels like a dream… To a college in Germany, the oldest one still standing in fact, in 1900 when they finally became coeducational. I studied medicine and am a certified nurse.

We’re driving slowly down a small paved road, one that likely could not fit another vehicle. To my right are endless fields with houses every so often, their windows illuminated making them pop in the dark. On our right stand thousands of trees. Trees, and trees and bushes and trees. I assume they’re all part of our final destination.

We trek, cutting through the dark with the blade of our lights, humming tunes I don’t recognize but eventually pick up, stopping to take photos of cool trees and the moon and a giant toad we find by a tiny stream who was singing to the night sky, we laugh and tell stories until, CRACK! What was that? “What the fuck was that?” Holly echoes my thoughts, a little more vulgar than I was. “Huddle in close.”

I spot the head of something. It’s skipping along, barefoot and camouflaging with the trees. Big ears, an almost human face and body, but the skin is textured like the trunk of a tree. The right colour, too. It’s smiling and it’s round green eyes sparkle like a gemstone. Like an emerald. It stops, surprised by us and our lights, and tilts it’s head. Then, it disappears. Like the lifting of fog, it just fades away.

I wonder, would anyone rather stay a human if given the choice?

I hum along to the song that is playing so softly that I bet only Adrian and I are able to hear it. Not Nineteen Forever by The Courteeners. A song that Kelvin added to our playlist some time ago. You're not nineteen forever, pull yourselves together. I know it seems strange but things they change

“Yeah, it really is no issue…” he trails off, indicating he has more to say but doesn’t quite want to. I smile and nod slowly, giving him a chance to try. “Um… Do you? Uh, can I have your phone number? Or your snap or something. So I can message you what I want for supper, if I think of anything. I’m Jewish so I only eat kosher. And I have… I haven’t any allergies. But I will send some of my favourite meals, if that’s okay. Doesn’t have to be fancy, of course”

And I’ll be tagging @my-cursed-prince @minutiaewriter @vanessaroades-author @comicgoblinart @little-mouse-gardens @toribookworm22 and anyone else who wants to join in :)

[jaydenatodd]

“You know, I don’t know if I’m overdressed or underdressed for the 90s party. But in hindsight, I should have known that trying to get you to wear the pink dress and you be Michelle while I’m Romy would be a no go.” She wore the iconic blue dress as her costume from the 90s. “I probably should have gotten JJ’s cute pouty face in on it to see if he could get you to cave.” @sabrinathehedgewitch​ 

[glenheat]

glenpowell: she's a grammy winner, baby (x2) i'm so proud of my girl and everything that she has achieved this year. Sabrina Annlynn Carpenter - you are the most beautiful person, both inside and out & i'm forever grateful that you're picking to do life with me, and allowing me to be there for your biggest moments. i've got the hottest date of the night (not going to hear any protests about this. it's facts - internet is going to agree with me.) i know that your family, fans and i are so incredibly proud of you. can't wait to see what else you achieve this year - maybe your first mcdonalds meal? 😉i love you. you are a superstar. @sabriinas

[keanu-not-reeves]

Keanu knew that he needed to do something, to finally get some closure that he’d been looking for for a century. His heart hadn’t quite ever healed over the pain of losing his wife, and even now that he loved someone else, he also knew that he still felt slight guilt over moving on. Over being happy. Over loving once more. So he decided to ask for a little help and see what came about. He headed for the props closet. He knocked on the door frame. “Hey there, Sabrina Knight, right?” he asked. “I was wondering how much it’d cost to do a seance with someone that’s been dead for over a century? Money’s no object if you can.” @sabrinathehedgewitch

[taylorheat]

@sabriinas

Taylor Swift with Sabrina Carpenter at the 67th Annual Grammy Awards in Los Angeles, CA on February 2, 2025 (📷: Kevin Mazur/Getty Images)

[jaquelynpresley]

Jackie’s hand were shaking, she felt assaulted with the need to drink. She could almost taste it. She wanted it so badly. She could normally distract herself, but with everything that had occurred as of late, she felt like she wanted oblivion to come and swallow her up. That or to just let Heather takeover and only resurface in cameos. But she knew that she did have one person that saw her no matter what, that saw her struggle and wanted to help her out of it. She actually went to the liquor store. She had a bottle in her hand, but she didn’t go home. She went to Sabrina’s. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, hand around the neck of the bottle shaking as she knocked on the door. “Sabrina…please, please be here. I can’t…I can’t today…I want to cave.” She wanted numbness. She wanted to find the end of the bottle. But she desperately what she wanted was to know that Sabrina was there, was real. That she too wasn’t someone that would simply fade like a mirage. @sabrinathehedgewitch

[pollysheedy]

Closed starter for @sabrinadlgado​ Timestamp: Mid-February, 1889  Location: The Theatre Royal, Backstage

“I think that’s enough pins,” Polly takes a step back, glancing at the costume appraisingly. They have little experience making outfits for the stage, but they had been hanging out the theatre with Zoya long enough now, taken to repairing buttons and fixing burst seams, and now, they have been tasked with creating something for Sabrina to wear. It is daunting and exciting in equal measure, but they’re reasonable pleased with what they’ve come up with so far, and now it’s pinned, it flatters Sabrina perfectly. 

They’ve grown fond of Sabrina. They recognise something in her that makes their heart ache, though they’d never say a word. It isn’t their place to do so. “I saw my first ballet the other day,” they begin to chat as they pack away their things. “I had to get somebody to explain it to me, though. I suppose it’s one of those things where you need to get used to it.” They aren’t sure if that’s true, or if some people are just born knowing. If they are, Polly isn’t one of them. “The dancing was pretty, though. I suppose that’s the main thing.”