CAOS Secret Santa

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[madamsatanslefthand]

Do you remember the night we ran through the woods? With wind in our hair,  Our feet kissing the soil beneath, Tripping over stones, Scraping our knees Yet our hands entwined…

@quake-me-up this is your secret Santa present. Hope you like it :) 

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[madamsatanslefthand]

Do you remember the night we ran through the woods? With wind in our hair,  Our feet kissing the soil beneath, Tripping over stones, Scraping our knees Yet our hands entwined…

@quake-me-up this is your secret Santa present. Hope you like it :) 

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[caosabrina-the-teenage-witch]

The Wedding

Hello all! This is my @caossecretsanta gift for @freeky-geek . I hope you like it!

part 1/?

Father and Lady Blackwood’s wedding, a  night to remember. The entire coven was there to celebrate, and Prudence was the ring bearer. The ceremony was in the Church of Night, the aisle a red carpet and the seats a dark, dark black. Constance wore a maroon dress that reached her ankles, the train sliding across the floor behind her. There were roses sewn onto the dress surrounding her collar, and those were maroon too. Father Blackwood wore a black suit and a black shirt underneath that and a black tie and black shoes and black pants. The only colour on his entire person was the red rose he held in his hand, carefully holding it so as to avoid pricking himself on the thorns still attached to the flower.

The blood oath was the longest part of the ceremony, and it bored Prudence out of her mind. She picked at the hem of her dress while she tried to get the best look at the soon-to-be Lady Blackwood as she walked down the aisle, and while Constance and Faustus said their vows she bounced her leg up and down and up and down, trying to stay still as best she could for a 7-year-old. One stern look from Zelda Spellman, who looked at her with such intent Prudence knew she wanted for her to stop. She was still fidgety, but she tried her best to stay under Zelda’s radar by returning to playing with the hem of her knee-length black dress which was starting to turn into threads.

Soon enough, after the priest had used the thorns of the rose to prick both Constance and Faustus’ fingers to cast a blood oath, the ceremony was over, and it was time for the reception.

The reception was held at the Blackwood’s manor, for they lived among other witches, and they were filthy rich.

Prudence, Agatha, and Dorcas, the last two of which whom had been flower girls, didn’t have much to do. There was a space in the corner of the room that had toys to play with, but in Prudence’s opinion they looked as if they were made for a 5-year-old. And Prudence was not a 5-year-old. And so they did the only sensible thing they could think of: Bother the adults. Faustus was unsuspecting as they circled towards him, hands behind their backs.

“Hello, Father Blackwood.” Prudence said sweetly.

“Hello girls. Come to congratulate me?”

“Yes!” Agatha said.

“What’s this?” Dorcas pointed at the wine glass full of a red liquid in Faustus’ hand.

“This is wine.”

“Ooh, can I have some?” Agatha asked, acting like a dog who’s ears had just pricked up at the mention of a walk.

“Oh no,” He raised the glass higher. “Maybe when you’re older.” “Older like when I’m 8?” Prudence asked. “Think a little more like 21.” “But by then we’ll be old.” Dorcas despaired. They bothered him more, but no matter what they did Faustus simply wouldn’t let them try his drink. Instead, he pointed them over to the table of refreshments. “You three could go try some of the cupcakes Constance made. They’re delicious.” The three of them went over to the food, deciding it was going to be more fruitful than continuing to hang around Father Blackwood. At the table there were cupcakes, baby blue and pink frosting decorating them. They each grabbed a few with their small hands.

“Hello,” Zelda Spellman said, looking down her elongated nose at the three children, who had frosting along the edges of their lips. Dorcas had some on her cheek, and she wiped it off with her napkin, only smearing it. Zelda grabbed a tall glass from the table next to Prudence and filled it two-thirds of the way with ice, before pouring bourbon in.

“You know, wine is much more suited for a wedding,” Hilda said, having wandered over to the drinks table as well.

Prudence said nothing at this, even though she agreed with Hilda. She wasn’t scared of the two witches in front of her. She’d heard that they were nice even, although… Hilda might be a tad nicer than her sister.

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If The Fates Allow

All she wants for Christmas is him.

Harvey/Sabrina. Takes place after 1.10 and entirely disregards A Midwinter’s Tale. For @midnightmillie - hope you enjoy!

Submitted by @sabrinachill

There’s an empty space under the Yule tree.

Hilda tried to hide it, to fill it in with shiny packages topped with enormous bows so Sabrina wouldn’t notice that it was there. Zelda tried to keep her busy with studies and choir practice; Ambrose kept offering more and more exotic magical intoxicants so her mind wouldn’t focus on that empty spot. 

As if she could miss it. As if she could forget. As if it isn’t mirrored by the empty space in her own heart.

Because for the last decade, that place under the tree was held by a sketchbook that Harvey worked all year to fill for Sabrina’s holiday gift. He’d draw moments from their lives, dozens of them, full-color memories of the preceding year. Big moments — the last day of school, or when Harvey made the football team — and small ones. Sitting in a booth at Cerberus with Roz and Susie, enormous milkshakes on the table in front of all their laughing faces. Sabrina and Harvey sitting in a corner of the library, shoulders touching as they study together.  Sometimes there were even things that never actually happened, just his dreams of their future together — the two of them in college classrooms (Sabrina chewing on the end of a pencil and staring intently at the professor; Harvey staring just as intently at her), or kissing under the Eiffel Tower at night, its lights reflecting off the dark Seine.

Those sketchbooks were among Sabrina’s most prized possessions. Especially now, when the boy who filled them - filled her life - is as absent as this year’s book.

Sabrina tugs her fuzzy robe tighter across her aching chest and sighs. Her heart hasn’t even begun to heal but her head knows it’s for the best, that staying away from Harvey keeps him safe from the dangers of her life.

The dangers of her. 

Since that fateful night when she signed the Book of the Beast, Sabrina’s powers have grown far beyond her wildest imagination — and far beyond her control. She finds herself thinking about swimming and suddenly being soaking wet, or being hungry and accidentally conjuring a sandwich. She’s inadvertently cooled the temperature around her instead of breaking a sweat, and delayed the sunset so she didn’t have to walk home in the dark. 

So it shouldn’t really come as a surprise that when she lies down with her head under the tree and her shoulders wedged between a heavy tome wrapped in Zelda’s signature black paper with crisp corners and a velvet sack from Ambrose that seems, disconcertingly, to be slightly buzzing, and missing Harvey more than anything, that he suddenly just appears. 

Right beside her.

“Brina?”

There’s that little crease between his eyebrows that he gets when he’s confused and the downward tilt of his sweet, sad eyes; his hair is a little longer than when she saw it last, messy like he couldn’t be bothered to get it cut. His usual nickname for her falls from his lips without hesitation, as familiar to Sabrina as her own reflection. She wants to rest her cheek on his hard chest, to pull those muscled arms around her, to feel the warm press of his soft lips against hers.

She wants to go back. She wants to go home.

“Hey, Harvey,” she says, barely a whisper. The tree’s lights reflect on her white hair and his glistening eyes, painting them both in bright rainbow hues.

Harvey’s gaze darts around for a moment, wary and on guard until he realizes that he’s in the Spellman home. Sabrina sees the moment he recognizes it, the way the tension slides out of his muscled shoulders at the familiarity. 

He relaxes, because he feels safe here — and that’s the whole problem. Here is the last place Harvey should feel safe.

“What’s going on?” His voice is soft and gentle, handling being spontaneously teleported halfway across town with his usual cheer and selflessness. And the even timbre of his voice is so soothing that Sabrina can’t help herself; she reaches her shaking fingers across the small distance between them and ghosts her fingertips across his cheekbones. His eyes drift shut for a long moment, dark lashes fanned against his tan skin.

“I’m sorry, Harvey. I didn’t mean to do this to you. I was just…” she doesn’t want to admit this, knowing that it will only make things harder for them both, but she can’t lie to him. Not anymore. Not ever again. “I was missing you, and my powers are a little unpredictable right now.”

He blinks. “You brought me here?”

“Accidentally, yes.”

He reaches over and slides his hand along her jaw, threading his fingers through her hair and cupping her face. “It was a happy accident, I hope.”

Her voice shakes a little; she curls onto her side, her knees pressed up against Harvey’s thigh, one hand resting tentatively on the thin strip of skin where his shirt has ridden up over his jeans. “Of course, Harvey. You’ve only ever made me happy.”

He rolls to face her, his head propped up on one hand, the other hooking a finger gently through the necklace she hasn’t taken off since he gave it to her, the metal still warm from lying against her chest. “So then why aren’t we together, Brina?”

He sounds cracked open and hollowed out; he’s an oyster shell that’s been scraped clean, beautiful but empty.

“It’s my fault,” she says, pulling his hand to her face, murmuring against the thin skin on the inside of his wrist, his pulse strong and steady against her lips. “I’m not… me anymore, Harvey. And until I know who I am, what I am now, it’s not safe for you to be near me.”

“I don’t care about that.” He’s as strong as the pickaxes the miners use, all hardened steel. “I don’t care about danger. Being safe isn’t as important to me as being with you.”

“Harvey—“

“I love you. I will always love you. And no hair color or magic spell or even a deal with the devil is going to change that.”

Sabrina sighs. “It does for me.”

Harvey looks like he’s been stabbed, face crumpling in pain and shock. He pulls away from her.

“No,” Sabrina says, threading her fingers through his and squeezing hard. “That’s not what I meant. I still love you, Harvey, of course I do.” She smooths her finger across his furrowed brow, then tilts her head until their foreheads are pressed together. “But until I can control myself a little more, until I understand what’s happened to me, I am dangerous to you. And I know that the one thing that I could never forgive myself for, the one thing that could truly push me to the dark side, would be if I hurt you.”

Harvey laughs once, dry and utterly humorless. “Too late.”

Sabrina shakes her head a little, as much as the small space between them will allow. “No, Harvey. I mean really hurt you, in some catastrophic, irreversible way.” She huffs and gestures around them. “Look at where you are! A normal girl missing her ex-boyfriend listens to sad songs and cries into a pint of ice cream. I accidentally summoned you to my side. What if we got back together and then had an argument and my powers did something to physically hurt you? I couldn’t… I don’t think I could come back from that.”

A tear slips over the pale curve of her cheek; Harvey gently wipes it away. 

“Okay,” he eventually says, soft and broken. “Okay. But I don’t want things to stay like this forever, Sabrina. I can’t just erase you from my life, because you’re all the very best parts of it. You’re my favorite person. I think about you as soon as I wake up in the morning, and I think about you during exams and lunch and football practice. I think about you during homework and when I’m sketching and when brushing my teeth. Your face is the last thing I imagine before I close my eyes, and then you’re in my dreams all night. I can’t go on like this. We can’t go on like this.”

And he’s right. Sabrina can’t wait a second longer.

She surges forward, closing the distance between them and kisses him fierce and firm, like a drowning woman gasping for air. Harvey’s lips are so soft and tender and familiar; Sabrina has been out in the cold fog of loneliness for so long and kissing him is like walking into a warm, cozy cottage with a roaring fire and thick blankets. He’s a light against the darkness growing inside her, kindness in a world that’s becoming increasingly cruel. She can’t help it — she breaks, a gasping little sob escaping as she clutches his hair in her fingers and pulls him closer. 

The kiss deepens, grows desperate and consuming, a clash of tongues and lips and teeth and their hot, jagged breath. Harvey’s ink-stained fingertips slide against the warm skin of Sabrina’s waist where her pajama top has ridden up and she’s dizzy with the feel of him, high on the scent of pine needles and cinnamon and Harvey’s skin. 

She wants to freeze this moment, to slow and stretch time until she can just live in it forever — and a part of her knows that she could actually do it, could work out what herbs and charms would be needed, compose the words of the spell to hold him here with her — and she tears herself away. 

“Brina?” Harvey asks, his voice rough and his face confused, flushed and dazed. 

Shamefully, she explains what happened; she’s flushed and disgusted and can’t bring herself to look at him, but Harvey just shakes his head. 

“Just because you thought of it doesn’t mean you’d actually do it, Sabrina. Knowing how to do something wrong doesn’t make you dangerous. It’s your actions that matter.” 

She doesn’t want to mention Tommy, doesn’t want that particular ghost haunting this conversation, but she has to say, “I’ve done the wrong thing before.” 

“And you learned. You’re trying to do better. That’s all any of us can do.” Harvey runs his hand through his messy hair and sighs. “Look, I’m not stupid, okay? I know the risks of being near you. I just happen to believe that you’re worth it. I choose you, Sabrina. And everything that comes with you.”

His eyes are clear and his jaw is hard; this is Harvey’s determined face. Sabrina knows it well, and knows she’ll eventually give in.

So — “Okay,” she finally murmurs against his lips, her voice a little ragged. “We’ll figure something out. I’ll check the library at the Academy, ask around… maybe there’s some sort of binding ritual that can control my powers.” She kisses his face again, soft and sweet. “New Year’s Eve. Come back then, to my room, just before midnight. I’ll find a solution for us before then.”

Harvey’s face splits into an enormous grin, beaming brighter than the Yule lights around them, and Sabrina can feel her own mirroring expression. Hope blooms in her chest, warm and fizzing and leaving her so full she might burst. 

Maybe this will work. Maybe she really can have everything she needs, even with her name etched in that infernal book. 

She kisses him again, hard and breathless, her leg hitching up across his hips and his hand sliding up her side under her thin t-shirt, resting warm over her ribs. The world shrinks until it consists entirely of Harvey and her and the glittering tree above them. She has completely forgotten where she is, who she is — until Salem runs in, meowing. 

It’s a warning that Zelda’s coming. 

Sabrina squeezes her eyes shut, her forehead resting against Harvey’s, their gasping breath commingling in the small space between them. “My aunt is headed this way. I need to send you back home.”

He swallows and pulls back a little, clearly trying to get himself back under control. And, after a long second, Harvey nods and presses one last tender kiss to her mouth. Sabrina takes a deep breath and imagines him safely back in his bedroom — and just like that, he’s gone. 

“Sabrina, what in Satan’s name are you doing lying on the floor?” Zelda asks, striding across the sitting room in a flowing silk robe. 

“Nothing, Aunt Z,” she answers, standing. “Let’s go get some tea.” 

But as she dutifully follows her aunt to the kitchen, her fingers drift up to her lips, still feeling the tingling ghost of Harvey’s kiss.

He’s every bit as magical as she is, in his own way. 

Sabrina’s even more convinced of that when she wakes the following morning. Because there, lying beside her bed, is a sketchbook tied with a giant red bow. He must have snuck back in somehow, despite the mortuary’s wards and witches and animal familiars. She flips through it, seeing the last year unfold through Harvey’s kind eyes and talented fingers. 

Her vision has gone a bit watery by the time she reaches the last two pages, which are filled with new sketches he must have stayed up all night finishing. One is the two of them kissing under the tree. The other is some time in the future, where they’re wearing graduation caps and gowns and holding hands, a promise ring sparkling on Sabrina’s finger.

[madamsatanslefthand]

Her eyes, saw the stars Her hand, held the cards Her mind, learnt the properties Her mouth, spoke the words Her feet, swept the ground Her nose, smelt the incense Her skin, the dim warmth of candles

@provocative-envy Christmas! Here is your secret Santa present

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[noorasaertre]

qui affecto protego, mixtisque iubas serpentibus et posteris meis stirpiqu.

a little bit of harvina to my secret santa @sabrinachill from @caossecretsanta 2018!

[caossecretsanta]

@sabrinachill

[q-quicksilver]

“My name is Sabrina Spellman, and I will not sign it away!”

Sabrina Spellman aesthetic for @mirahmoon as part of the CAOS Secret Santa 2018 (thanks @caossecretsanta for organising it!) Merry Christmas! 

[mirahmoon-deactivated20200516]

Secret Santa Gift

On tumblr I partook in the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Secret Santa! I had made a fanfiction.net account but then found out it needs to b

I hope you like it. 🙈 I usually just draw so I hope my writing is ok. But I had fun writing!

For @q-quicksilver 💕💕 Sorry it’s literally last minute, but when I went to post it on fanfiction.net, my account was still in the waiting period. So I made a DA just now!!

Merry Christmas! ❤💚❤💚 Have a Happy New Year too!

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[t-valentines]

Happy holidays! Here’s my @caossecretsanta gift for @madamsatanslefthand

This was supposed to post earlier, but tumblr ate it. The fic is under 1,000 words, so there’s a drawing to go along with it!

“Why would I ever want to join your clique? After you all harrowed me, you two-” Sabrina made a point to stare at Dorcas and Agatha “-killed Tommy, and tried to kill Harvey-” Prudence cut Sabrina off. “Agatha paid her dues for killing that mortal boy, or did you forget about your botched attempt at bringing him back, that left her a walking corpse?” Sabrina sighed, and continued. “Anyways, how would I even be a Weird Sister? Isn’t the whole thing that you’re or-” Prudence interjected again. “I’m not asking you, Sabrina, I’m telling you that you’re one of us now. You don’t understand it now because you’re still holding on to your mortal side, but now that you’re a real witch silly little things like life and death will matter less and less by day. You’re going to start to care more about power and passion than anything else, and that’s exactly why you’re going to want to spend time with us. We’re powerful. You summoned hell fire, Sabrina. The fourth witch to ever accomplish such a feat should be the fourth witch in our ‘clique’ as you call it. You’re powerful.” Sabrina noticed that Prudence seemed slightly unsure of herself as she began to speak again. “We’re on equal footing now, we can start anew, be-” Prudence stammered slightly “-friends this time. I’m sorry I ever doubted you because you’re half mortal, I see now that I was wrong. You’re as good a witch as any here at the academy.”

Sabrina thought back to the night she spent with the three girls in front of her, and some jocks from Baxter High in the mines. It had felt nice to get back at those assholes, using their own homophobia against them, especially while wearing a pretty lace collar. Sabrina was upset that they hadn’t told her they were going to attack the boys the way they did, but she had to admit that she loved watching them be tormented. That night she really had felt powerful. For a couple of weeks afterwards, even with everything else that was going on, Sabrina frequently found her gaze drawn to the empty bird cage which she had decided to keep in her room beside her bed as a memento. She kept on thinking about what it would be like to spend more time with them, without the need to bring up conflicts between their ideologies or anything along those lines. Sabrina wanted to spend the most time with Prudence, though she knew the three of them were a package deal.

Sabrina had gotten to spend a lot of time with Prudence when she believed that she was going to be eaten by the coven during the Feast of Feasts, but the time they spent together had felt forced. Not to mention that she had spent the majority of it carrying out tasks for the Queen of the Feast, or trying to convince her to not complete her duty as the Queen. If Sabrina was being completely honest with herself, she wouldn’t have minded joining Prudence when she saw her in Ambrose’s room, if everyone else had left.

In a few seconds that felt like a few hours, Sabrina had reached a decision about joining Agatha, Dorcas and Prudence in their place at the top of the food chain at the academy. Prudence was right, though, there was no real decision. Sabrina would end up becoming closer with the three girls no matter what.

———-

“So, you like the lace?” Prudence asked Sabrina, as she pinned the white collar around the neckline of Sabrina’s black dress. Sabrina tilted her head forward slightly so that Prudence could attach the lace successfully. Prudence’s fingers lightly brushed Sabrina’s newly white hair as she finished fastening the lace. Sabrina felt a slight chill down her spine, and mumbled. “It’s kinda nice, I think this matching outfits thing might take some getting used to though.” Prudence moved from sitting behind Sabrina on the edge of her bed so that they were standing face to face beside her bed. “The main reason we dress the way we do is to show that we’re a coordinated force to be reckoned with. It helps that the three of us have a similar sense of style, but if you want to do something different… I’d be happy telling the others to follow you instead of me.” Sabrina couldn’t believe that the mere mention of having an influence over something as simple as what Prudence Dorcas and Agatha wore excited her so much. She liked the outfits they usually wore, and usually ended up letting her eyes linger a little bit longer on Prudence than they should, but it was just because she was so stylish, she assured herself. Even though Sabrina was perfectly happy matching her clothing to Prudence’s, the idea of having even the slightest bit of control over her was invigorating. No, it was just about the clothing, she thought to herself.

Sabrina gulped before she spoke. “Speaking of which, what are you going to wear today, Prudence? Just guessing, black blouse, black skirt and black tights?” Prudence, who was across the room now, looked over her shoulder at Sabrina and winked. “If you want me to.” With a few simple movements and words, Prudence had made Sabrina feel like she had just summoned hell fire in her own chest. She might be into Prudence.

[chillingadventuresofbrina]

@caossecretsanta gift for @the-gayyyyliens , hope you enjoy these Susie and Roz moodboards!

[dure-a-queer]

🎅🏻☃ Merry Christmas, @padfootorion ! 🎄🎁

I am your @caossecretsanta so here is a little Sabrina sketch for you, oh oh oh! 

Have a hell of a holiday! 

[grimmslastfairytale]

Moodboard for @doddlie-clork Merry Christmas  🎄 🌟 ❄️ 🎁 🎅 🦌 @caossecretsanta

[provocative-envy]

“The thing people don’t understand about relationships,” Nicholas murmurs, leaning in, reaching around, flattening his palm against the dusty wood paneled wall, and he smells like ink and parchment and aftershave and the darkest parts of the forest at night, the parts Sabrina’s always liked best, “is that to make them work, you have to have balance. You have to share the good and the bad, your strengths and your weaknesses and your accomplishments and your mistakes, or else it just … disintegrates. Collapses. Like a mineshaft.”

Harvey flinches just as a riotous stampede of horses or footsteps or worse begins to rumble from outside.

“I’m really good at sharing, Harvey,” Nicholas continues, raising his eyebrows. “Are you?”

Circular Logic || ONE-SHOT

                                              [ for @amyjake + @caossecretsanta ]

[quake-me-up]

CAOS secret santa

this is for @sabrinatural

@caossecretsanta

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sabrina, to harvey: I love laying my head on your chest when you’re sleeping so I can hear you breathe.

prudence, to nick: I recorded you snoring so you can hear how fucking loud you are and why I can’t fucking    sleep  …………………………………………………………………………………………… zelda: I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS!!

ambrose, narrating: Despite being at a loss for words, aunt zelda yelled at sabrina for the next ten minutes

.…………………………………………………

susie: I have this science headcanon-

roz: Why can’t you just say “hypothesis” like a normal person?

susie: …so my science headcanon is-………………………………………………………..

nick: I’ve only said ‘I love you’ to two women before in my life

.nick: sabrina

.nick: And a woman in a dark club who I mistook for sabrina.………………………………………………………….

.hilda: Hello, 911? Yes, hi, I accidentally stepped on my cat’s tail and I need to be arrested

911 operator: Ms. spellman we’ve talked about this.………………………………………………………………

Preschool teacher: Your niece said a bad word in class.

zelda: Where the fuck did she learn that?

…………………………………………………………….. 

Some bandits : We have your girlfriend.

roz: I don’t have a girlfriend.

Bandits: Then who the hell is this kid sitting here losing an argument with herself?

roz: Oh my god they have susie.……………………………………………………………………………

Waiter: And what would you like?

ambrose: A milkshake with two straws.

luke: Aw, thanks bab-

ambrose: [putting both straws in his mouth] Watch how fast I can drink this.……………………………………………………………………………

[taking role]Madame satan: sabrina?

sabrina: Here.

Madame satan: Punk ass bitch named harvey?

harvey: Uhh, the “punk ass bitch” part is silent.…………………………………………………………………………………………… susie: [comes out of the closet]

susie: [trips]

…………………………………………………………

sabrina: You played me like a fiddle!

prudence: halfbreed, Fiddles are actually difficult to play. I played you like the cheap kazoo you are!

……………………………………………………

sabrina: This is bullshit!

zelda: Did you just curse? ‘Cause we don’t talk like that in this goddamn motherfucking house. Shit.…………………………………………………………………………

[game night

]zelda: [grabs hilda by the arm] Alright, everyone partner up

.zelda: [whispering] If we lose, you’re out of my will.

hilda: I was in your will?

………………………………………………………………….

sabrina: There’s only one thing worse than dying.

sabrina: [tears off paper to reveal “harvey dying”]

nick: [gasps] harvey.

sabrina: No!

……………………………………………………….

zelda: [seductively] Am I a bad girl?

Father blackwood: [deadpan] Yeah, you’ve been bad.

zelda: [still seductively] Oh yeah? How bad am I?

Father blackwood: [still deadpan] You’re a fucking nightmare to be honest.……………………………………………………

hilda: Listen up teens, there’s nothin’ meme about smoking cigarettes. It’s not ‘netflix and chill’ to do a drug. Fidget spin yourself into church.……………………………………………….  

susie: Let’s play a game! Two truths and a lie!

sabrina: Um okay. I’ll go first. My eyes are blue, I’m a witch, and one time I killed another witch to bring tommy kinkle back from the dead

.harvey: Right idea, brina, but you know what? It’s gotta be more challenging for everybody—

roz: Her eyes are brown.

harvey: YOU DID WHAT?!

…………………………………………………………………………………[texting]hilda: I ate the brownies downstairs, they’re really good.

hilda: Are they yours?

zelda: yea, it’s gonna kick in soon.

hilda: What’s gonna kick in?

hilda:zelda?

……………………………………………..

ambrose: Can someone hire a hitman to kill me, please

.hilda: How about I just be a hugman who hugs you.……………………………………………….

susie: Hey, do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows into my mouth?

roz: You’re a hazard to society.

harvey: And a coward. Do twenty.

………………………………………….

sabrina: What should I be for Halloween?

nick: My girlfriend.

sabrina: nick we’re already dating

.………………………………………….

sabrina: I’m Edward Scissorhands for this halloween

.hilda: I don’t feel comfortable with you going trick or treating with scissors. Why don’t you go as Edward Spoonhands?

zelda: hilda, it’s Halloween, not Hallowuss

.……………………….

  sabrina: There was a kid napping at school.

hilda: WHAT? There was a kidnapping at school?!

sabrina: Woah! It’s okay. He woke up.

……………………       

susie: Being gay is not a choice.

susie, holding roz like a trophy: But it is a game and I have won.……………………

sabrina: What are you looking at?     

 ambrose, taking a BuzzFeed quiz to find out what holiday candle scent he is: Porn.

…………………………………….

nick, flirting: I really like your name.

sabrina: Thanks I got it for my birthday

.prudence, whispering into nick’s ear: You sure you want that one?

………………………………

 sabrina: *pokes Nick* Hey.

nick: What is it?

sabrina: Wink.nick: …

nick: Did, did you just say, ‘wink’?

sabrina: I can’t wink

.………………………………………

luke, parking the car: Can you get a table for us?

ambrose: Sure!

[A few minutes later]ambrose, sprinting out of the restaurant carrying a table:START THE CAR!

luke: What the fu-…………………………………………………………………………

.nick: Babe, babe, do the thing!

sabrina: *genuinely smiles*

nick, breathlessly: Oh my god

!…………………………………………………. 

sabrina: What are your top reasons for getting married?

susie: Firmly declaring “that’s my wife!” And then knocking someone out in one punch 

susie: And love I guess 

roz: Ooh, and tax benefits.……………………..

[quake-me-up]

CAOS secret santa 2018 

this is for @aryastavrk 

@caossecretsanta

just some gifs of some shining character moments.

[sabrinatural-blog1]

Well, although I am literally a witch and do not celebrate christmas (laughs), I decided to attend CAOS Secret Santa @caossecretsanta. And my gift is to @chillingadventuresofbrina.

I dedicate this graphic to you, I hope you like it. Merry Christmas! :)

[cherylsblossom]

Merry Christmas @alisonhendrunk (for @caossecretsanta)

Really? You’d give up flying? There’s no flying in my life without you, Sabrina Spellman