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☕️ Hot Chocolate

(Zelda Spellman x Larissa Weems)

Unbearable loneliness has been plaguing Larissa for years. One drunken night, she decides to put an end to it by contacting a local dominatrix.

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👑 Camyla, the Petulant

(Rhaenys Targaryen x Reader)

All Camyla wants to do is run, all Rhaenys wants is for someone to stay.

When Corlys leaves Rhaenys on her own to grieve the loss of their children, an old friend of her husband requests her help dealing with his misbehaved daughter Camyla. Rhaenys agrees to take her under her wing, but the young woman is hell-bent on driving her mad.

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Finished/Upcoming

Adrienne Beaufort

🌅 Sun & Ocean Blue

(Adrienne x Reader)

When Adrienne comes to get Amy out of Greenhaven, she lays eyes on a troubled young woman in need of guidance. Perhaps Adrienne will take in another rescue kitten…

Essentially this is my The Bell Jar

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105,448 words (completed)

Farah Dowling

Haunt me, then

Farah x Rosalind but as a character/relationship study

The story of how Rosalind was put into stasis.

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801 words

👻 baby, you’re just harder to see than most

(ghost!Farah x Reader)

Farah’s partner can’t come to terms with her death, and so, every night, she dances with her ghost.

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🌬️ Grow Wings

While Farah is away on a field trip, Aster hits rock bottom. But after what happened last time, she doesn’t want to tell Farah—even when she finally returns. Good luck tricking a mind fairy…

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21,631 words (completed)

🩸 Black Dahlia

(adoptive mum!Farah & Reader)

Miss Dowling discovers Dahlia’s self harm.

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18,510 words (completed)

🎀 Sugar & Sweetness

(upcoming sugarmommy!Farah x Reader)

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🧁 Common Burn

(upcoming Farah x Reader cottagecore AU)

Rhaenys Targaryen

👑 Camyla, the Petulant

(brat-tamer!Rhaenys x Reader)

All Camyla wants to do is run, all Rhaenys wants is for someone to stay.

When Corlys leaves Rhaenys on her own for years, to grieve the loss of their children all by herself, an old friend of her husband requests her help dealing with his misbehaved daughter Camyla. Rhaenys agrees to take her under her wing, but the young woman is hell-bent on driving her mad.

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🎭 Gentle into the Night

(Corlys x Rhaenys)

Rhaenys survives Rook's Rest, Meleys does not.

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1,631 words

Morissa

🌂 This Is What Makes Us Girls (prequel)

(Morticia Addams x Larissa Weems)

It’s Larissa’s 18th birthday, but she doesn’t get what she wants.

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15,256 words

❄️ Roommates

(Morticia Addams x Larissa Weems)

When the Addams Family attends Larissa Weems' funeral, Morticia is confronted with the truth about the relationship she used to have with the woman.

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49,965 words (completed)

🥶 Barren Cold (sequel)

(upcoming)

💨 Invisible (on hold)

On the night of their graduation, Morticia is forced to see that she can't have it all - Or can she?

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14,520 words

🏰 Gwyneth of Rivia

“My name is Gwyneth of Rivia.” She gestured towards the cadaver. “And this is the beast I’ve slaughtered for you.”

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3,686 words

Madam Spellman

🚢 Ship of Dreams

(Titanic AU)

Every year for the past decades, Lady Morningstar and Lady Blackwood have been meeting aboard an Ocean Liner. This year, it is the RMS Titanic, travelling from Southampton to New York.

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26,174 words (completed)

🌆 Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

(Las Vegas AU)

“There’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people. For home to be wherever you lie your head.”

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14,420 words

(somewhat completed, but more could come)

🎤 It’s gonna take a Queen of Hell to sweep me off my feet

Lilith can't believe her eyes (and ears) when she returns to the Mortuary after a fight with Zelda.

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1,096 words

💜 I plant violets every time someone leaves me

(Zelda x Reader)

Clara is about to end her life when Directrix Spellman steps in.

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4,519 words

🔨 Kiss with a Shovel

One would assume that after all the times she’d killed and buried her sister, she’d have it down and she did, but the transportation aspect of it frequently proved to be rather arduous.

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🎁 Pandora’s Box

Zelda Spellman has been begging Hecate to bring Sabrina back for months, but maybe she’s been praying to the wrong goddess all along?

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50,042 words (completed)

🏷️ Whatever the Price

Sabrina has just come back from the dead, together with her boyfriend Nick, and now she wants to get married! But as it turns out, Aunt Zelda isn't the only one standing in the way...

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91,097 words (completed)

😈 Cherubic Little Devil

About one year after the arrival of their grandson Magnus, Zelda and Lilith now have a child of their own on the way. A baby, created from a witch and a demon. Born to claim the throne of Hell as well as represent the Order of Hecate. What will their path look like?

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30,211 words

🌙 Pavor Nocturnus

When Zelda and Lilith's daughter is 5 years old, something scary happens...

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9,666 words

🥵 Heatwave

A heat wave has hit Greendale - but that is nothing against what's going on in the Spellman bedroom.

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🐎 Calloused Heart

(upcoming Cowgirl AU)

Wolves, storms, and money turn into the least of Zelda Spellman's problems when her sister invites Mary Wardwell-Masters to stay at the family's ranch.

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✨ Whispers at Witching Hour

Zelda and Mary met at the wrong time and apparently in the wrong lives. Still, they can't seem to keep apart and find themselves in the messiest relationship of all realms. Can they make it work despite their cosmic problems and personal issues?

-An attempt to make Madam Spellman canon from P1 to P4-

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✨ Wishes at Witching Hour (sequel, on hold)

When Lilith came home one night, she hadn't expected her whole life to change. Now she's living in the constant ache of not knowing the answer to one question: What really happened that day?

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45,204 words

Miranda Croft

🫒 Handcrofted

You’re Miranda’s former assassin-colleague and after five years, you’ve decided to pay her a visit on her olive farm.

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[aboutcustardcreams]

please write that zelda x cordelia x reader fic before I die😩 I haven‘t been able to think about anything since your post 🤍

If love is a sin, my stake is already burning

Here’s my attempt that’s clearly gonna have multiple parts… otherwise I’m not happy with myself 😭 fingers crossed 🤞🏼 and before you guys come at me with flaming torches, I named reader Celeste. Sorry not sorry. 😬

[ z. s & c. g ]

part 2 here

To say you were exhausted was an understatement. Yawning softly, you lean your chin over your arm, blinking softly as you force yourself awake. At least you were a witch that with a snap of fingers could put clothes on and appear presentable. You had a class to teach that morning in New Orleans at the Robichaux's Academy of exceptional young ladies, and then another in the afternoon back in Greendale.

Technically you had one job but in two different schools at the same time. Why? Because you couldn't bring yourself to pick one, being emotionally connected to both headmistresses in a profound way. You grew up in Greendale and attended the Academy of Unseen Art, growing close to the Spellmans since the very first day when they took you under their wing. After finishing your studies, you obtained a specialization in both ancient tongues and herbalism. It wasn't difficult for Zelda to see your potential as a witch. She praised you in a way that you never experienced before.

Honestly you felt like you owned her everything and more, because she showed you a love you had no idea could exist for someone like you. At the end of your academic journey, her role of High Priestess allowed her to easily offer you a job at the Academy, as teacher. Your eyes had twinkled with emotion and gratitude. You're pretty sure you shed a couple of tears and Zelda too, ended up feeling emotional, and blamed you for messing up her mascara.

Back in the day, Zelda had offered you a home, considering your unfortunate situation. You were adopted by a family of mortals that loved you until they didn't. When you turned fifteen, they came to terms with your true nature, got scared and the rest is history. You never blamed them, or at least, you tried not to. After all, if your biological parents abandoned you, what could prevent your adoptive ones from doing the same? Feeling like a burden, you left and found refuge with the Spellmans.

At first, Zelda was skeptical of you, a bit coldish and distant, however that facade soon faded, being replaced by a new sentiment. You learned the tragedy that affected her family, first the loss of an elder brother, and then that of her niece, Sabrina, and you told her about yours. Zelda grew close to you in her own way, a way that you soon came to see as love. It was through suble glances, soft touches, and sultry jokes, that she never failed to put a smile on your face, or result in a chuckle. You became her dearest. Your mutual second chance.

It wasn't unusual to feel her arms circle your waist, the pads of her fingers pressing against your skin, as she pulled your body against her front. The way her lips cracked upwards everytime she got you blushing, her voice calling you her dearest. When you were sick, Zelda was the first in line to look after you. You often asked her to stay the night with you, whereas other nights, you didn't even need to ask that, she was there.

You could say there was something between you and Zelda, that something being obvious to everyone in the house. But you never really put a name to it. Why? Because it wasn't unusual for witches to feel physical attraction towards one another and commitment, real commitment wasn't really something taken in consideration. And truth be told, an ordinary relationship hardly seemed possible for one like you. Why? Because your heart was split in two.

You loved Zelda to a fault, but she wasn't the only woman haunting your dreams. There was also a certain blonde witch that occupied your mind every day and night. The Supreme, your Supreme, the headmistress of the Robichaux's Academy for exceptional young ladies. You two met when the world had its days counted with the apocalypse around the corner. It was important by then that all witches joined forces to prevent a spoiled little child like Michael from destroying the world.

Not with little effort, the world was saved, but life had never been the same after that. Neither for you nor Cordelia. You two grew closer, she took a liking to you and your abilities, having never met a witch like you, with common interests such as herbalism, but also opposites in terms of general knowledge in witchcraft. Cordelia was gentle, extremely affectionate. If you had to use a metaphor to describe the two witches, you'd say one is a cat and the other is a golden retriever. Pretty obvious and simplified as an explanation.

You were screwed. At first you thought the feeling growing towards Cordelia was only a crush meant to pass, but it never did. And it was confusing you to the bone, because the attachment to Zelda never subsided either. You came to understand that you were in love with both witches. You couldn't explain why to your eyes that felt like a betrayal from you. If love was a sin, your stake was already burning. You were screwed.

You were a sinner, because you wanted both: the delicacy of your Supreme, and the fierceness of your High Priestess. When you told Zelda you had accepted a position at Cordelia's Academy, she was left speechless for a bunch of seconds, her eyes had welled up with angry tears that she had refused to shed in your presence. You explained to her that accepting Cordelia's offer didn't mean erasing your duties at the Academy of Unseen arts, so eventually, she came to terms with it.

Whereas the Robichaux's Academy mainly focused on mastering the seven wonders, along with extracurricular subjects such as herbalism, Latin and sacred scriptures, which honestly were introduced after your arrival, the Academy of unseen arts dealt with occultism in more detail. Under Cordelia's guidance, you were able to learn to transmute and you were now mastering the pyrokinesis. Considering the great distance between the two academies, it was necessary for you to learn about transmutation first.

Each and every time, you lost your temper, because you couldn't perform the spell, she had to stifle a laugh, taking in the sight of your pouty face with nothing but pride and admiration. She never laughed at you, but with you. And even more when you childishly crossed your arms over your chest and called her meanie. Then she would click her tongue, briefly roll her eyes before prompting you to come give her a hug. You'd give in, obviously. You could never deny her a thing, even less a hug. "You're too pretty to pout, petal," she would say, making you blush and giggle.

Back to the present, you've been going back and forth for quite some time now, from New Orleans to Greendale and vice versa. Considering you often had a class to teach at both schools, you performed transmutation countless times a week. At first it didn't affect your health, but lately your body was sending you desperate signals for you to listen.

"Hi sweet lamb, here's your coffee with a pinch of cinnamon as you like it," Hilda speaks softly as she places the steaming cup right in front of you.

It was seven in the morning, meaning that you still had an hour before showing up at the Robichaux's Academy for exceptional young ladies.

You lift your head and meet her gaze, a grateful smile tugs at your lips. "Thank you, Hilda" you mutter, your voice sounding lower than intended.

You take a couple of sips, and sigh happily.

"Are you quite alright?", she asks, a crease forming in between her brows.

You nod quickly, sweeping your tongue over your lips, "Sure, just a bit tired," you chirp, "anything that your amazing coffee can't fix."

"I'm glad," Hilda chuckles at that, a light blush coming coloring her cheeks at the compliment just received. But a part of her knows it's not a complete truth. Her forehead creases, indecisive rather than saying something or not, as you keep sipping your coffee nonchalantly. At that moment, a certain redhead comes down the stairs. You grin as you perceive her aura invade yours even before feeling her physically behind you.

When she places a hand over your shoulder, your eyes dart to her. Mesmerized by those red lips smiling down at you, she voices tenderly, "Good morning, dear."

A little dimple appears on your cheek, as you try to contain the butterflies in your stomach, but it's no use when the redhead brushes her lips against your forehead. Your lashes flutter close for a moment, "Morning, Zelds," you breathe out.

She takes a seat next to you, then greets Hilda, who had already placed her coffee on the table.

"So, Celeste, what's your plan today?", Zelda asks you.

The change in your expression doesn't go unnoticed neither by Zelda nor Hilda, as you take a couple of seconds to collect your thoughts.

"I teach at the Robichaux's Academy between 8 and 11, then I have a short break, which isn't really a break but a gap to use to plan my next class here later this afternoon at 3," you explain, before taking another sip of your coffee, "Oh before that, I also need to check on the bay tree that I planted at the greenhouse. Cordelia is as excited as a five year old to learn about the use of it," you add with a chuckle, however, Zelda doesn't find it funny.

Her eyes linger on your features with a persistent frown. Your face looks paler than usual as you speak.

"I'm still amazed sometimes when I think that they hardly deal with subjects like invocation or conjuring," you blabber absentmindedly.

Hilda takes a bite of one of the fresh baked cookies she churned out that same morning, "I don't blame Cordelia's choice on the matter, lamb. The knowledge of such things can be dangerous in the wrong hands," she points out, with a mouthful.

You nod amusedly, while Zelda winces, "You're probably right. But, they are so interesting," you emphasize, "I think she is seeing it too now," you grin proudly, "I'm this close to convince her to add demonology to the program."

Zelda laughs bitterly, making both you and Hilda turn towards her.

"It shouldn't be your concern, Celeste. Seems to me you're taking on too much."

You saw it coming, you roll your eyes, knowing Zelda was just being... Zelda. Unnecessarily apprehensive. "That's not true, Zelds," you reach out a hand to touch hers. Her lips twitch in a brief smile, when you affectionately stroke her skin, "Besides, I'm happy to show to her coven a different way to teach magic."

"I still believe she is asking you for too much."

You promptly shake your head, "She isn't asking for anything," you insist, but she doesn't buy it. Those were all your initiatives, your ideas, that Cordelia simply went along with, because she trusted you. "Zelds," you squeeze her hand, a hint of joke in your next words, "You shouldn't talk about Cordelia like that. She is the Supreme. Our Supreme."

Zelda groans dramatically, "And it's precisely for this reason that she should be able to plan her classes better. She lets you do all the work, way too convenient, if you ask me."

"That's not true, I--" you try to interject but she stops you, "If you want me to be frank with you, Celeste, I don't believe I've ever seen you so tired before starting working at the Robichaux's Academy."

It was coming again. You sigh and bow your head, withdrawing your hand from hers. A sense of nervousness rushes over you, as you try to focus on your now cold beverage.

"We are not having this conversation again," you state simply.

Zelda's brows draw together, "Too bad because we are."

You close your eyes shut and inhale sharply, "Can you just— not?"

You loved Zelda, you really did, but sometimes her fierceness took a significant toll on you.

She grins amusedly, before mouthing a simple and annoying no.

"Zelda, I have a class in half an hour and it would be really unfortunate to start off with a headache," you declare, stubbornly.

But she is Zelda Spellman, of course she doesn't drop it just because you ask her to.

"Why can't you be honest with me? For weeks you haven't been yourself. Did you really think I wouldn't notice? '' she sighs softly when you don't respond. She turns to face you before carefully placing a single finger under your chin, "Celeste..."

"Zelda, I'm fine. I'm just excited to get things done."

"Celeste, this isn't working anymore," your eyes snap open, in both shock and confusion. "What are you saying?", you ask hesitantly. She hushes you softly, noticing the sudden concern in your eyes. "I'm just suggesting that maybe you need to slow down, take days off..."

"No," you shake your head, "Zelda, you're overreacting, I truly don't know where this is coming from but I'm f--"

"Do not say you're fine or help me Lilith —" she spats, almost startling you. Hilda bounces on the spot, blinking softly, a crumble of cookie falls on the table, "Zelda," she interferes, however the redhead doesn't even listen to her and adds, "I'll forbid you to leave the house until you're properly rested."

You laugh bitterly at this point, "You can't do that!"

"Oh please dare me," she gives you that look, the sassy and bossy look that gets on your nerves sometimes. She has good intentions and you know it. Both you and Hilda understand her actions are guided by her heart, that is not for everyone.

"You're unbelievable," you mutter while rubbing your sore temples.

"You're clearly unwell," Zelda insists.

You feel like you're going to explode, "Because you're being a little over judgmental, maybe?", you snap and she glares at you, not particularly enjoying your behavior.

"Zelda dear, I think we should all calm down and find a proper solution," Hilda stutters awkwardly.

You turn to face Hilda, "So you too think there is a problem? Really?", you ask in disbelief.

"Sweet lamb, Zelda is simply worried about you. And so am I. Your aura is feebler than usual, and that's probably due to the amount of magic you perform daily which is extreme even for the Supreme herself."

Your fingers start trembling, your entire body actually feels like it's out on a limb. You stand up and start pacing in the attempt to calm your nerves. Zelda never drops her gaze from you. Deep down, she knows she can't keep you nor force you to do as she pleases. She would never forgive herself if you started growing hard feelings towards her.

"I simply didn't get enough sleep last night, but it doesn't mean I'm worn out or unable to do my job."

Zelda gets up, taking careful steps towards you. She can feel your magic crackling, the air getting thinner and tenser.

"I never said that, dear. All I'm saying is that you should slow down," she pleads. Hilda is looking at you as if you're a defenseless little creature. "She means good, lamb. We just want to help you," the youngest interferes.

"I'll think about it," you say curtly. It was still early for your class, however, you needed a change of scenery for your own sanity. "Now, I'm sorry I have work to do," you mutter, waving your arms and performing a transmutation.

"Celeste, wait-", when Zelda calls out your name, it's already too late and you're gone. She groans loudly, now pissed off for real, "Mother of Demons grant me the strength."

[stuckinmoilalaland]

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1: "So basically I'm going to get married to a cult leader in Japan?" 18 year old!Cult leader!Suguru x 18 year old/aged up!Sabrina Spellman! reader

SUMMARY: You read about cursed energy, techniques and found out they only exist in Japan. So you go to Japan with your aunt Zelda acting as a non-sorcerer sponsor and giving her daughter to marry Suguru Geto while you went undercover and discovered more about this so called 'cursed energy' you've read about.

A/N: Hiii Anon!!!!!!! This story starts during the starting of part 3.(After Nick comes back from hell and before the coven gets to know about the Pagans. Also, Sabrina's powers are still cosmic level in this AU bc of Lilith.)

"Ambrose! Ambrose! Look here!"

You call out to Ambrose excitedly. Your coven's powers have been depleted and the coven is in need of a power source. You just found something perfect. It's called 'cursed energy'. Apparently everyone has it, but most people don't have enough to see beings called 'curses'. The people who can't see them are non-sorcerers. But the ones that can see and exorcise them are called sorcerers.

"Yes Sabrina?" replies Ambrose as he approaches you. You excitedly show Ambrose the book. After a few minutes of going through it he closes the book and says "Sabrina, this... This could be a potential source of power! Good job cousin! It's a good thing that witches are considered a more powerful version of these 'sorcerers'. According to this book, us witches can access it, but we need some help. Once that is done a witch can be all powerful with this 'cursed energy'. Perhaps even hide it and act like a non-sorcerer."

Sabrina looked excitedly at Ambrose "We have to tell the aunties!". "There is one problem though cousin. See, if we try and learn how to access this cursed energy without somebody who knows how to use it already, it could be fatal." "Right" Sabrina responded as she pondered "So we can get help!". Ambrose replied "Exactly! But before telling the aunties, lets do some research."

After an hour or 2 of research, you and Ambrose found out about a young cult leader in Japan; the country with the most cursed energy. "So we both know that this Suguru Geto dude won't JUST teach us about cursed energy." said Sabrina. "Well Sabrina, you and this Suguru Geto are off the same age. So I just had, a crazy idea." "Well that's a first." replied Sabrina as she snickered. "I was thinking, why don't you go undercover as a non-sorcerer daughter of a non-sorcerer sponsor, which would perfectly be played out by Auntie Zee. You can then get offered as a spouse" "Good, now let's tell them about it." says Sabrina.

"What?!"

Zelda exclaims as she almost chokes on her cigarette while Hilda just looks at Sabrina and Ambrose like they'd gone crazy. "This is way too unsafe! NO! You will not do this Sabrina!" says Zelda. "Oh c'mon Auntie Zee! I promise you I'll be safe! We've survived so much and you know that I can't die anyways!" replies Sabrina. "She has got a point Zelds." interrupts Hilda. "UGH! Fine! I'll act as a 'sponsor' and I'll do some stupid acting. But only because you can defend yourself and for the coven's sake!". "Also, you both will need to learn Japanese. Thankfully, I have a potion recipe for that." says Hilda. "Perfect Aunty! Now, let's do this.".

"Please, please help me get rid off this heavy weight on my back! All of them, I've tried all priests but they're all charlatans!" said your Aunt Zelda. She was not enjoying looking so... weak.... "Hmm, what all can you give me?" asks Suguru. Zelda stoops low and bows, touching her head to the floor. "Money! Fuck it, I'll even give you my useless daughter to marry!". Sabrina acted as if she teared up with that and acted as if she was trying to hide tears.

"Ok. It's a deal. 10 million yen and your daughter's hand in marriage."

Yes, yes, YES!!!

He agreed! This is great!

After a week, you were married off to Suguru, by that time you had assumed your position as the queen of hell as well. You had also learnt your husband is a cruel man behind his undeniable charm. You learn he hates non-sorcerers and calls them 'monkeys'. He calls you one as well. One day, you see him training on his own and using his cursed energy to combat with one of the curses he swalowed.

"Hey!" you say to him. He looks at you with a heavy scowl on his face. "What, you monkey?". "Can you.... teach me how to do the thing you were doing just now?" you ask. He bursts into laughter. "Ah ha ha ha, no. A monkey can't do what I just did now because you all are such lowly fucking creatures."

Oh. Oh... So this is how he wanted it to be, huh?

Oh well, you can always seek some help from a book or two.

Then you can't wait to see the look on his face when you use cursed energy in front of him.

[sapphiccharacterstournament]

Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Bracket 5 Round 1 Masterpost

Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale) vs Monet de Haan (Gossip Girl)

Millie Harcourt (The Bletchley Circle) vs Emily Grace (Murdoch Mysteries)

Ashley Davies (South of Nowhere) vs Cassie Ainsworth (Skins)

Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who) vs Amanita Caplan (Sense8)

Raelle Collar (Motherland: Fort Salem) vs Tituba (Salem)

Tara Jones (Heartstopper) vs Lake Meriwether (Love, Victor)

Zelda Spellman (The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) vs Sarah Bishop (A Discovery of Witches)

Ilana Wexler (Broad City) vs Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine Nine)

Siuan Sanche (The Wheel of Time) vs Ellaria Sand (Game of Thrones)

Allie Novak (Wentworth) vs Bibi Garvey (Bad Sisters)

Lupe García (A League of Their Own) vs Nico (Vida)

Katherine Mayfair (Desperate Housewives) vs Shelly Lambert (Minx)

Gigi Ghorbani (The L Word: Generation Q) vs Kate (One, Mississippi)

Logan Rawlings (Young & Hungry) vs Mabel Mora (Only Murders in the Building)

Maggie (Good Omens) vs Bilquis (American Gods)

Alice Pieszecki (The L Word) vs Alice Jones (Once Upon a Time)

[chloeelou02x]

Positively bored singing and decided to write a little summin summin..dunno how I feel about it or if I'll even continue it, it's probably written wrong with spelling mistakes or the wrong tense I dunno..feel free to take it and run with it

This is a Zelda Spellman x Katherine (Aka my original character) kinda angst? Is that the right one? I dunno but it's definitely student X teacher kinda vibes 😜 enjoy!

Sitting in Directrix Spellmans class currently was heaven on earth I a half witch half wolf was nearing my 18th birthday my senses were heightened and my inner wolf was almost bursting at the seems I could smell, hear and almost taste everything and right now I'm meant to be writing an exam however my wolf for some unknown reason to me has latched onto her scent out of the 30 other witches and warlocks in this very room and the hundreds of students in this while academy who are actually age appropriate and who I might actually stand a slither of a chance with but no my wolf latched onto the musky tabacco paired with a strawberry shampoo and what smells like a cotton blend of vanilla lotion scent who is more commonly known as The High Priestess..Madam Spellman. Hecate knows how old the Witch with a body that was only built for the upmost pleasurably wicked and sinful things known to witches and warlocks alike. A mouth that can have and has had all whom know and has known her scared shitless and fearful. Eyes that hold contempt hate, dominance, passion and Hecate knows what else. Walls built so high only those closest can know the true woman behind the mask. Yes that's whom my wolf has latched onto. Who my wolf has decided that wence I turn 18 and enter my first heat that's the woman no scratch that..that's the Succubus I want fucking me through it. Utter madness. Send me to the false god because this is what can only be described as devine intervention that has been cast upon me.

I should probably explain just why I am feeling such a way and introduce myself. I am Katherine named after Katherine Hewitt whom was one of the witches hanged at Gallows Hill in Lancaster on August 20th 1612 in the Pendle witch trials. I have long brown hair that reaches the middle of my back with it's slight curls, my eyes are hazel with flecks of gold that zigzag around my pupils offering an innocent doe like appearance, freckles that litter my cheeks and small nose in the summer and lips that while full tend to be broken and cracked from my insensaant need to bite my bottom lip. I'm not thin but I'm not necessarily fat or obese as the mortals call it I mean merely 5 foot 2 weighing around 12 stone making me have thick thighs, wide hips and a fat stomach that I hate but at least my weight and genetics gave me a size H bust so there are some blessings to be held if you forgive the back pain that it. I'm not a normal half Witch here at the academy of unseen arts I tend to hide myself away especially my body but that's mainly because of the mortal world where you are taught that unless you look a certain way you are not desirable. if you have abit of weight on you or more 'meat on your bones' than the cover girls you're overweight and ugly which unfortunately has been drilled into my head from a young age leaving me with little self confidence unlike my peers they are raised with so much love for there bodies and love for others taught that it doesn't matter what one looks like pleasure and happiness is what counts but I seem to have lost myself...you may in face be wondering about my surname..now of course in my family a last name is passed down from kin to kin..generation to generation..however I lost the right to my surname when I chose my coven over my pack so I no longer have a last name it's simply blank, non existent it's an empty space on every and all forms that I fill out. I was cut off from everything and everyone I ever knew when I agreed to my dark Baptism and chose welcoming my witch side along with my wolf rather than abandoning that part of my soul which ended up with me being thrown out of my pack and excommunicated. Left to raise myself, homeless and alone with only my coven to protect me. But back to right now. I was absentmindedly lost in my thoughts before my ears twitched at the sudden sound of movement which snapped me straight out of my thoughts causing me to look up to the source of movement which just to my luck came from the high priestess herself standing up from her chair and coming out from behind her desk as my gaze dropped shamelessly down her figure from the tight deep red blouse tucked behind her black form fitted blazer and her pencil skirt that has me positively drooling down to her creamy milky thighs and legs covered in a pair of pantyhose down to her heels and back up her body almost missing the steps she was taking only to notice almost to late that she was on her way to my desk as I quickly shifted my eyes away from her and subtly placed my head into my hand and wiped my the drool that had slipped out from my mouth cursing myself in my mind for drooling over a woman who is so far out of my league and the Directrix as I look over the sheet Infront of me happy to see that while I was lost in my thoughts at least my subconscious has the common sense I was lacking to fill out the papers Infront of me.

[fyeahcompetentwomen]

Elimination Poll Group 1

This is the first of two elimination polls that I'll post today. The top three scorers in this group of 10 will get the three spots left in Group 1 of the bracket! This poll only goes one day, so vote quick!

Endorsement/blurbs under the readmore!

Sarah Jane Smith, Doctor Who: Investigative Journalism! It's how she solves mysteries with the Doctor and the Bannerman Road Gang.

Janet Frasier, Stargate: Frontline doctor to teams dealing with alien crap nobody has ever seen before. She is having to write the book, there are no guidelines but she is so steadfast. There’s such a strength to her that makes me believe in her. Big heart too. Adopted the only survivor of her planet, a young girl, and somehow balanced the career as head medical officer of the SGC with being an amazing mother.

Una Chin-Riley (Number One), Star Trek: Canonically, she's a badass who has hopped around multiple departments in Starfleet and is serving as the First Officer of the flagship (where she is 'the best first officer in the Fleet'). She collects information and people tend to 'end up owing her favors.' Her Illyrian heritage gives her increased strength and a super immune system, which she successfully hides from everyone for decades while serving with distinction. When Captain Pike is kidnapped on Talos, she goes after him, breaks into the lair, and convinces the Talosians that humans would make terrible slaves by threatening to blow herself and all of them up rather than remaining imprisoned.

Zelda Spellman, Sabrina The Teenage Witch: High Priestess! Mortician! Midwife! Diretrix of the Academy of Unseen Arts (and its choir)! Teacher of ancient languages! Witch! Aunt and mother figure! There are not many things this woman is not competent at.

Barbara Gordon, DC: Batman but better. She’d the og batgirl, obviously kicks ass, but most importantly after batgirl she becomes oracle the smartest and most competent person in the extensive batman gang. she's the girl on the computer, she runs everything behind the scenes, she knows everything and if she doesnt know it she will find out if you give her two minutes also she's a wheelchair using queen

Emerahl / The Hag, Age of the Five: Magician so competent she reached immortality, clever enough not to want to be deitified. Works whatever jobs are necessary to reach her goals, from prostitution to healer.

The Armorer, Star Wars: She is a total badass: expert armorer, leader and mediator, warrior

Tara Cole, Leverage: Highly skilled grifter, the only one Sophie trusts enough to help out the Leverage team

Jancy True, Drawtectives: Investigating, being a detective, solving cases... herding junior drawtectives like cats...

William Patterson, Blindspot: Anything to do with computers or science or problem solving, she's your girl. She can hack, she can program, she can find answers, crack codes, solve puzzles, make connections no one else can, notice details. She kills at trivia because she knows everything. She's also highly competent in the field, with firearms and other physically demanding tasks. Her knowledge of science is profound (her father is Bill Nye the Science Guy. No, literally).

[queennsansa]

Hi! Can you do the HP meme game for CAOS characters? I'd love to see what you come up with! Kay, thanks, bye!

Thanks for the ask, it's been a while! Alright, here we go...

Sabrina

Nick

Harvey

Zelda

Lilith

Rosalind

Ambrose

Prudence

Agatha

Hilda

Father Blackwood

Lucifer

Have you ever read a 6/11 fic?

Have I ever read a Roz/Father Blackwood fic? No, and I have no desire to :’) what a way to start off this questionnaire!

What would happen if 12 got 8 pregnant?

What if Lucifer got Prudence pregnant. You should see my face right now. Nope, not answering that. That would be a very different show.

Can you read fics about 9/3?

Hmmm, I’ve never read Agatha/Harvey but I’m not opposed to it. We don’t know all that much about Agatha but maybe he’d be good for her!

Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?

Nick/Roz? Honestly, I see the vision. I’d read that. She has enough spark to intrigue him while being a bit steadier and nicer than Sabrina. He has that sad bad boy thing going on and I don’t think she’d be all that charmed by it, but maybe if she got to see him in a different light? I’m here for it!

5/9 or 5/10?

Lilith/Agatha or Lilith/Hilda… Okay you know what, I think Lilith/Hilda would be genuinely hilarious. Hilda has some serious darker depths and I think she could keep up with Lilith. A real opposites attract. Wouldn’t last, but wouldn’t it be fun to see the journey?

What would happen if 7 walked in on 1 and 12 making out?

What if Ambrose walked in on Sabrina and Lucifer? He’d hopefully perform an exorcism.

Make a summary for a 3/10 fic.

Goodness. Okay.

Ten years after Harvey left Greendale, a mysterious and disconcerting message has him returning to his hometown. He encounters a ghost town with only one light in the dark night—the Spellman house. And his ex-girlfriend’s aunt Hilda, who seems convinced Greendale is dying and Harvey is the only one who can save it. Together, they attempt to solve the mystery of what happened to Greendale, but more lurks outside the house than just the ghosts of their past…

Is there anything such as 1/8 fluff?

I’m sure there’s Sabrina/Prudence fluff out there but I’ll be honest, that doesn’t seem like the appeal of a pairing like that. I’d like to see some enemies-to-lovers, messy angst.

Suggest a title for a 7/12 hurt/comfort fic.

Ambrose/Lucifer? Lol. Okay. Well, the song I was listening to when I got to this question was a cover of Franz Ferdinand’s Take Me Out by Young Summer. It’s not giving hurt/comfort vibes but maybe in their own way it could be? So there, a line from the song as a title: "A Shot Away From You". Nicely ambiguous and eerie.

What might 10 scream out in a moment of passion?

Hilda would absolutely scream out “oh dear” or something.

If you wrote a 1/6/7 fic, what would the warnings be?

Sabrina/Rosalind/Ambrose. Aside from the ‘incest’ warning I think this would be quite wholesome actually!

When was the last time you read a fic about 5?

I’m not sure I’ve read a Lilith fic before, I usually stuck to fic about the kids. Wouldn’t be opposed, I could be here for Lilith/Zelda for example.

“Sabrina and Agatha are in a happy relationship until Agatha suddenly runs off with Zelda. Sabrina, brokenhearted, has a one night stand with Father Blackwood and a brief, unhappy affair with Lucifer, then follows the wise advice of Lilith and finds true love with Harvey.” What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

I love that this like… almost makes sense? Sabrina/Harvey as endgame cracked me up. I would name this fic “long story short” after the Taylor Swift song. I wouldn’t make anyone write or read it though.

How would you feel if 7/8 were canon?

Don’t have to imagine, Ambrose/Prudence remains iconic. Probably ended up being one of my favorite relationships on the show.

Do you think 9 is hot?

I think Agatha is hot, yeah. Apparently the actress is still dating Tommy Martinez which is a gorgeous couple if I’ve ever seen one.

What kind of plot would you use if you wanted 6 to deflower 8?

What if Roz wanted to deflower Prudence? Seems… improbable lol. Maybe Roz could be the first person Prudence has sex with where she actually has feelings? I think Roz would be very respectful and Prudence would be a little standoffish but then melt. Of course there’d be some world-ending drama that would force them to work together, which would get them talking and Roz would see past Prudence’s prickly shell.

If you wrote a songfic about 2, what song would you choose?

Looked up my Nick playlist for this. I’ll go with something angsty set during season 2 and say Julien Baker’s Shadowboxing: “When you watch me throwing punches at the devil / It just looks like I’m fighting with me.”

What would be a good pick-up line for 9 to use on 10?

A pick-up line for Agatha to use on Hilda... Hilda’s really getting around here. Hm, I think Agatha wouldn’t be cheesy with her pick-up lines, she’d just put on a sexy little dress, show up at Hilda’s door and be like “I know you want me”. And that’d be that.

What is 3's super-secret kink?

I think Harvey would have a praise kink. Is that super-secret? Wait, no, okay, alternatively I think he’d be into cuckolding. Has anyone written that fic? They should. I’m imagining a Harvey/Sabrina/Nick AU for Sara Cate’s Give Me More and it sounds amazing in my head.

Would 11 shag 9, drunk or sober?

Father Blackwood and Agatha—yes, but it would be a ploy of Agatha’s to bring down Blackwood and it would work.

If 4 and 7 got together, who tops?

Zelda would top Ambrose. Tell me I’m wrong.

[eddysocs]

Introducing: Adrienne Castor

Fandom: Sabrina The Teenage Witch

Face Claim: Alyson Hannigan

Full Name: Adrienne Victoria Castor

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Drea

Age: 20

Myers Briggs Type: ENFP

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Love Interests: Hilda Spellman, Zelda Spellman

Occupation: College Student, Practicing Witch

Collections: Crystal Necklaces

Style/Clothing: Tops with long and billowy sleeves and cute, mid length skirts are Adrienne's go tos. She also adores wearing outfits from or inspired by different eras from time to time.

Signature Quote: "What? Salem got your tongue?"

Plot Summary: As a young child, Adrienne's family was banished from the other realm to live in the mortal one. She was never to know she was a witch, but that didn’t stop her from discovering her powers on her own. When Adrienne refused to forget about her magic, her family disowned her and that’s when she moved to Westbridge where she now attends the local John Adams College and meets several other witches that she forms a strong bond with.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @fawera, @themaradaniels, @that-demigirl, @iloveocs, @bossyladies, @b1rvt4, @getawaycardotmp3, @misshiraethsworld, @kmc1989

[krueger4eva]

Top 12 LGBT Horror Characters

3. Ambrose Spellman (played by Chance Perdomo) from Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

*spoilers for Chilling Adventures of Sabrina*

An arrival by this mystic male

Something witty comes to Greendale

Shipped all the way from Jolly Ol’ England, Ambrose has been sent to America for a new home. Sadly, the transition to this new setting has been extremely difficult for the displaced warlock.

You see, Ambrose has been a very naughty boy in the past and has done some…questionable acts. But come on, we all have things in our past we aren’t proud of. I mean, who hasn’t tried to blow up the Vatican (I said sarcastically). And that act of ultimate sacrilege earned him a house arrest sentence he has to serve for 75 years at a young age. Oh, the joyous benefits of being a warlock.

To think, he would’ve been granted full immunity if he gave up the names of his fellow conspirators. But no one was counting on one of Ambrose’s cherished qualities: his undying loyalty. Later in the series, even when he is offered leniency for his punishment by high priest Father Blackwood, Ambrose still maintains his silence on who he was conspiring with in the Vatican incident, something that earns the former’s respect.

This sense of devotion extends to his family including his aunts, Hilda and Zelda, and his teenage cousin Sabrina, who have all welcomed him with open arms to live out the rest of his house arrest at their home.

With Zelda and Hilda’s assistance, Ambrose runs the Spellman mortuary. In addition to his power of necromancy, the ability to manipulate all aspects of the dead, the job of a mortician is always an incredible experience for Ambrose.

He also has a strong bond with his cousin, Sabrina, soon becoming partner-in-crimes for whatever scheme she comes up. Even with all the crap that Sabrina pulls (which is A LOT), Ambrose is always ready to be there to advise her and remain loyal to her, knowing that she is still a good person and would do the same for him. After all, Ambrose knows personally what the consequences of breaking witch law can do to someone.

Said consequences that have greatly damaged him emotionally. And the damage has been growing the longer he has stayed inside the Spellman house. Not like he has nowhere else to go. It’s as if he felt stuck in a never-ending rut. How could a house with the people he loves feel like his own personal prison?

Ambrose has seen many things in his long, long life.

The magnificent.

The terrifying.

The tragic.

Yet, he managed to survive it all. Now, with the weight of another tragedy fresh in the minds of him and his family, Ambrose has to be stronger than ever for his loved ones.

With the end of a harrowing chapter in his life and the promise of more freedom, an uncertain yet hopeful future awaits for Ambrose in this devastating development.

But no matter where his path takes him, he will always be a Spellman. He’ll always come back to be there for his family.

The house that was once his punishment, will now always be his loving home.

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[madamspellmans-met-tet]

☕️Larissa Weems Masterlist ☕️

Larissa Weems x Zelda Spellman

Hot Chocolate

Larissa Weems x Morticia Addams

This Is What Makes Us Girls (young)

Roommates

Barren Cold

Invisible

Gwendoline Christie as The Witcher (hear me out)

Gwyneth of Rivia

[littletayyswriting]

Writing vault open? Perhaps some unpublished snippet from CAOS could make a break for it? Or maybe the escapee would be Voyager? I'll be glad to see what you have, no matter what :D Thanks for offering!

Yes, it is! And thank you for asking.

This is a snippet from a CAOS one-shot I started tentatively named In All But Blood and features Zelda raising Letisha Blackwood Spellman.

~o~

Zelda thanked Satan when at 6 years old, Letisha showed no interest in starting at a mortal school. She’d kept the girl mostly away from the mortals of Greendale, though she was sure Sabrina’s mortal friends were curious. However, Zelda had other plans. 

She’d been teaching Letisha several languages since the babe had started to speak. Now, she felt, it’d be a perfect time to take Letisha travelling - immerse her in witch culture and other languages, just as she’d wanted to do with Sabrina. Before her niece had insisted on mortal schooling. 

“Mama,” Letisha exclaimed, bouncing slightly on the seat she was kneeling on. The girl had taken recently, to calling her mama and Zelda hadn’t had the heart to discourage her. Not when Letisha was her daughter in all but blood. 

“Don’t bounce Letty,” Zelda scolded, though not harshly as she came to stand in front of the chair. 

“When we going to Italia?” Letisha asked curiously, smile bright and eyes wide as she watched Zelda pack a suitcase. 

“Tomorrow, my sweet,” Zelda replied, smiling softly as she stroked Letisha’s curls gently. “That’s why we packed your suitcase earlier.”

“How long are we going to go?” She asked, climbing off the chair and scooting over to Zelda’s bed, leaning against the edge, peering curiously up at her mother packing. 

“A few months. It’ll help improve your Italian,” Zelda told her with a smile, continuing to sort and pack through her clothes. It wasn’t uncommon for Letisha to sit and watch her as she got ready or sorted through her attire. In fact, it’d become somewhat of a ritual for the two. 

“How come ‘Brina and ‘Brose aren’t coming?” Letisha asked, still bouncing slightly against the bed. The young girl was enamoured with her older cousins and Zelda was sure there’d only be mischief between the three in no time. 

“This is a special trip, my darling. Just for you and I,” Zelda told her softly, smiling widely at the young girl. “Just the two of us. Isn't that exciting?” Zelda coaxed, settling between two dresses and packing one away in the suitcase as the other was relegated back to the wardrobe. 

Zelda didn't pack too much for either of them, knowing that she'd have clothes tailored for the both of them while they were over there. If there was one thing Zelda appreciated, it was good clothes and she was hoping to pass that trait on to the child. Besides that, she could already picture the pretty clothes tailor made just for Letisha; a luxury she'd happily pay for her daughter. 

“Yes! ‘M so excited Mama! We never get to do things together,” Letisha told her dramatically, draping herself over the bed, pouting playfully up at her mother. 

Zelda chuckled at the child’s antics, rolling her eyes but a little. “Did we not just go to the market yesterday?” She asked the child, her own voice playful in return. 

Instead of answering, Letisha just giggled, knowing Zelda’s words were true. But in her mind, she never got to spend enough time with her mama. She had to run their mortuary and she worked at the academy - a place Letisha had never been and Zelda was determined to keep her away from. 

Zelda was about to speak again when she heard Hilda’s voice travel through the house. Letisha bounced up from where she'd been leaning on the bed, eyes wide. Lately, she'd had the strangest fascination with helping Hilda in the kitchen, and Zelda silently hoped she didn't get attracted to herbology magic. Letisha had powerful magic and Zelda hoped to one day channel it into more productive areas of magic. Ones that could protect Letisha if the need ever arose. 

[departed-pronouns]

Okay so, I need to get it off my chest. I don't care about Shannon, I really don't. I get that it was young love and probably true love as they say. Cause they were teenagers - like Hilda and Zelda Spellman once said 'they're teenagers 'It's always true love.' But dear god the lady left him, twice, and she walked out on her kid once, might have again if they hadn't killed her off.

Can we just not mention her anymore? I'll like deal with Eddie dating a girl if the writers promise. Even if everything here was screaming to me gay Eddie. lol

[lifefcrged]

GREENDALE, MASSACHUSETS. MID 1930 - EARLY 40s's.

@ladiesandwitches / hilda or zelda.

In the guest bedroom of the Spellman house, her singular suitcase with its worn hinges and scraped edges was stored neatly inside the closet. The small collection of hand stitched high waisted skirts, blouses, cardigans and the one pair of slacks of complementary colors were hung neatly in the same closet beside the two bleached and starched nurse's uniforms. One beret and one nurse's hat sat on the top of the closet and one pair of sensible rubber soled white nurse's shoes and one pair of also sensible low heeled slightly dressier shoes were lined neatly on the floor beside the suitcase. A handful of personal mementos and a moderate amount of cash were still tucked into the inside pocket of the suitcase, but her hairbrush and powder and tastefully nude lipstick sat on the dresser next to the single gold necklace with a delicate pearl teardrop and watch.

A meager and modest collection of items that had been chosen to reflect the life that she was supposed to be leading; a young nurse having picked up and left her small town life in search of answers. A quest that had, through a carefully plotted set of twists and turns, led her to this place -- though, she had to admit, she had not anticipated being welcomed (albeit reluctantly) into the house of one of the more prominent families in the coven that she'd been sent to investigate.

While the younger of the sisters had seemed more than happy to be playing hostess, it was clear that the Zelda would be the one that required the most winning over ... though, where magic and preternatural elements came into play, Mikkah was not inclined to let her guard down with any of them. Still, the house was luxurious enough. Dinner had been on the uncomfortable side, but she was a stranger in their home, and some awkwardness was to be expected on all sides. She'd excused herself after, with a cup of coffee, to the front porch where she now was, leaning against the railing, her coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The soft creaking and thump of the screen door pulled her gaze from the setting sun to the woman stepping out, and she offered a hesitant smile. "I just ... wanted to say thank you, again, so much, for allowing me into your home, it's ... I really wasn't expecting anything of the kind."

[recallingrealities]

Aligned, Prelude (2024)

Set Right after the end of Season 3 of CAOS, possible contextual spoilers ahead.

An in progress novel, formed under construction as a reader insert x Zelda Spellman fanfiction

Prelude, (Revised December 2024)

I've never considered myself to be defined, not of that of “a young pagan”, but for the sake of labels, suppose I could be considered as one. Covenless. I’ve, been practicing magic under fellowship of a few like-minded people in my community. Nothing formal, no official group or gathering. No webbing arc that binds us under any sort of formal rules, of title or conduct. Only that of the weave, seems to draw those towards me in tide that I'm meant to find. Whether it be for the moment, or something more permanent; serenity, then serendipity, has a way of drifting me deepened in its wake. Through my times in meditation, I have found myself in ontact most with the Goddess. That seems a strange thing to articulate, but it is only in the dulled expression society has current befallen. A more specific description would be; in mediumship, the divine Goddess is a personification or embodiment of the all knowing. She is not gendered, and is not a thing born or bound, but remains as is and in all things. She is both the force that births being into all things tangible, as well as the consciousness within it, and space between. Some have taken to calling her, Source, or God. I have taken to calling her Goddess, in our intimacy. An honoring of a practice that was once cherished and dear. The important detail is, in Goodness of Direction, G.O.D. God’s will is that of whole. To be whole where one might be in any shape of their cycle, and also to heal towards wholeness. 

I have been mastering the art of “the Sight” most consciously, the past 7 years, making me a seer. I have learned to call myself, a Seer of Serendipity. There is a blissfulness that comes in feeling, and witnessing ones alignment in doing so, that has lead Goddess to present me with prescription of connectiveness. This is something I have always struggled with, and now find myself connecting to in a myriad of different ways through accumulating practice and consistency. She shows herself to me with clairsentience mainly, but also clairaudience, clairvoyance and sometimes others. It is as the Goddess wills, and in large part attuned to how open and receptive I allow myself to be. Let that be noted. A craft, does in fact take skill, and skill, takes practice and consistency to build in strengthening it.

I have found myself, in parts, sparatically in past years, in communion with Lilith. Some would identify her in Inanna, or Ishtar from the ancient Babylonian and mesopotamian texts. Others, as the Morrigan. All being so, as mentioned prior, like phases of the moon in her; all faces of the Goddess. Once through a message regarding Inanna, a name I had never witnessed before, and now through the warmth and seeping red that tastes like honey on my tongue. A sending, to be called towards the Academy of the Unseen arts. For whatever for only presence will dictate, but in a knowingness towards that which can only be described as divine in right and genuity.

[wild-magick-child]

Zelda Spellman: Praise Satan! I'm young again!

(sorry I couldn't resist!)

[the-visual-journey-blogg]

Review: Sabrina, the Teenage Witch (TV Animated Series 1971-1974)

Episode 1 – The Fairy Godmother ~ Hiccups

Directed by: Hal Sutherland

By Sofi Ojeda

"Sabrina the Teenage Witch" from 1970 was an animated series that unfolded its magical world through traditional animation techniques. Created by Filmation, the show utilized hand-drawn animation, a prevalent method during that era. The materials primarily involved paper, pencils, ink, and painted cels layered over backgrounds. The episodes were captured using traditional animation cameras, where each hand-drawn frame was photographed sequentially to create the illusion of motion.

Originally a character from the comics, Sabrina Spellman was created by writer George Gladir and artist Dan DeCarlo. She first appeared in the 22nd issue of the humor anthology Archie’s Mad House in 1962. Originally intended as a one-off character, the overwhelming positive response from fans prompted the creators to continue producing new stories with her, eventually leading to her own titles and numerous appearances per year.

Her transition to the small screen was met with enthusiastic reception. Starting as part of "The Archie Comedy Hour," Sabrina's popularity soared, and audience demand for more of her presence led to the development of her standalone series. This success was pivotal in launching Sabrina into her own show, where her adventures as a teenage witch at Riverdale High captivated a broad audience, primarily targeting young girls aged 6 to 14.

During its initial run, "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" became the highest-rated children’s program of 1970, garnering immense popularity and setting the stage for further developments in the Archie Comics franchise. The overwhelming demand and positive reception culminated in Sabrina's branching out into her own series and expanding her appearances in various media.

The animated series left an indelible mark, contributing to Sabrina's enduring legacy. Her character transcended the realm of animation, eventually transitioning into a live-action series. The subsequent live-action adaptation starred Melissa Joan Hart, further solidifying Sabrina's place in popular culture and introducing her magical world to a new generation of viewers.

The series centered on Sabrina Spellman, a teenage witch attending Riverdale High, attempting to balance her everyday teenage life with her magical abilities. It depicted her interactions with her aunts, Hilda and Zelda, her magical cat Salem, and her friends, including her bumbling boyfriend Harvey Kinkle, within the backdrop of a vibrant and lively setting.

The series centered on Sabrina Spellman, a teenage witch attending Riverdale High, attempting to balance her everyday teenage life with her magical abilities. It depicted her interactions with her aunts, Hilda and Zelda, her magical cat Salem, and her friends, including her bumbling boyfriend Harvey Kinkle, within the backdrop of a vibrant and lively setting.

However, its reception and impact have transcended its original airing. The series remains a notable part of animation history, especially within the context of introducing and popularizing Sabrina as a character. Its legacy extends through subsequent adaptations, including a live-action series starring Melissa Joan Hart, which further cemented Sabrina's place in popular culture.

Overall, "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" (1970) serves as a nostalgic gem for those who fondly remember the animated adventures of the charming teenage witch and her escapades in Riverdale. It’s Impact remains evident through Sabrina's continued presence in various forms of media even today.

Bibliography:

Full Episode:

https://www.saturdaymorningsforever.com/2022/10/sabrina-teenage-witch-1970.html

https://www.saturdaymorningsforever.com/2016/09/history-of-sabrina-teenage-witch.html

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066707/

https://goodcomicsforkids.slj.com/2017/07/12/review-the-complete-sabrina-the-teenage-witch-vol-1-1962-1972/