Now the show is canceled. ruined first with part 4. nabrina was made endgame (kinda) dead anyway. after Nick essentially became Harvey and said & did all the things with Sabrina that Harvey would do/has done
after Roz became a second-rate version of Sabrina by becoming a witch and having a unnecessary conversation about Harvey accepting magic as if he hadnāt already gone to hell AND fought against pagans with a bunch of witches AND helped with a spell/several spells.
AND Iām still seeing so many flooding my feed with nabrina, and it makes me sad. Just reminds me of everything that was ruined by the writers and those fans that were obnoxiously shallow after part 1.
THE SHOW WAS MADE TO BE SO F*CKING FORGETTABLE AFTER. PART. 1!
The show had so much potential. Harvina had a lot of potential (i prefer saying Habrina but whatever) And it was destroyed.
ALL IT CAUSED WAS MAD UNBEARABLE HEARTBREAK.
1718 days after CAOS part 4. It still hurts. Iām so glad I waited months and paid money to see this, R*oberto, YOU ASSH*LE!
1377 days after the Riverdale/RiverVale Sabrina Spellman crossover episode. (if you could even call that a real crossover. That was a Sabrina Spellman in RiverVale, just saying that she had come back to life without explanation and saying āhappy sad endings are the bestā when really they are barely acceptable when just hastily stapled together. Just like the ending of part 4.)
1162 days after the 2nd Riverdale/RiverVale Sabrina Spellman crossover episode. (Mostly made just to boost Riverdaleās ratings with plenty of comic book references, including Sabrinaās look as she meets Jughead.) Kiernan got to kiss her childhood celebrity crush. CAOS fans should be happy, right!? Sure itās no *part 5* or even a special/movie/reboot or etc. that WOULD BE BETTER, but itās something. The CAOS fandom is still holding its breath that the reappearance of Sabrina Spellman will result in some kind of reboot/continuation of CAOS. THE PART 5 COMIC BOOKS HAS NOT BEEN WRITTEN/PUBLISHED YET EITHER. At least now nabrina fans are just as miserable as the rest of us because thereās no happy ending there... Just proof that Sabrina being a selfish a-hole means that she can only be happy with her boyfriend (the Handmaiden to her Lucifer) āwho calls her ābrina nowā when sheās in the sweet hereafter again. No possible wedding. No possible future kids. No possible future. Only ātransformationā or whatever they called it. Which is just death.
AND YES I CONSTANTLY UPDATE HOW LONG ITāS BEEN.
Caos Part 4 was just fan-service fan fiction. Nothing more.
It still hurts. and āit doesnāt matterā
Thatās what everyone keeps saying. then why does it still hurt so much?
WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE SABRINA HAD MORE ADVENTURES TO GO ON. MORE STORIES TO TELL.
Iām praying for a reboot/continuation of some kind.
Thatās not just a comic book.
So Harvey & Sabrina can have that second chance. Maybe they did after Sabrina said goodbye to Nick in Riverdale. Who knows.
šÆ You Canāt Call It Witchcraft If Youāre a Bigot
Letās be real, witches ā itās time to talk about something long overdue.
Thereās a rising wave of people slapping the words āwitch,ā āpagan,ā or āmagicalā onto themselves while still upholding systems of oppression, exclusion, and harm. They toss herbs into jars, chant affirmations under the moon, and still spew racism, homophobia, transphobia, antisemitism, ableism, or cultural superiority.
So, let me say this clearly ā and feel free to repeat after me, loudly and unapologetically:
You canāt be a witch and be racist.
You canāt be a pagan and be homophobic.
You canāt be a polytheist and be transphobic.
You canāt be a witch and hate on other religions, minorities, or cultures.
You canāt be a practitioner of any tradition rooted in honor, nature, community, and reverence and then turn around and act like a bigot.
You canāt be pagan and be a fascist.
You canāt say ālove and lightā and then vote for policies that strip rights from others.
You canāt call yourself a steward of the Earth and still dehumanize Her children.
In short?
You canāt be a witch and an asshole.
Not without violating the very heart of what these spiritual paths are about.
š¾ Paganism & Witchcraft Are Community-Centric Paths
Despite what TikTok may have you believe, real witchcraft isnāt just aesthetic spells, dark eyeliner, and a book of shadows you bought off Etsy (though those can be cute too).
Real paganism ā in all its forms, from Hellenic to Norse to Kemetic to Celtic and beyond ā is about living in relationship with the world, the divine, your ancestors, the land, and other people.
Itās not an edgy costume. Itās a way of being that demands accountability.
These paths were born from collective ways of living ā not individualism, not supremacy, not gatekeeping, and definitely not hate.
To be a witch is to be part of a larger web of existence. If you weave poison into that web ā through hate, cruelty, or exclusion ā you unravel the entire thing.
āļø Pagan Ethics 101: What the Ancients Actually Valued
Letās take it back ā way back ā to the pre-Christian world, the one so many pagans claim to be reviving or reclaiming.
The ancients valued:
Xenia ā sacred hospitality, the moral obligation to care for guests, foreigners, and strangers.
Maāat ā the Kemetic principle of cosmic balance, truth, justice, and order.
Frith ā the Old Norse concept of peace within community, the responsibility to protect one another.
Reciprocity ā across almost every ancient tradition, the idea that what you put out, you get back (energetically, spiritually, communally).
So if youāre spouting hate in the name of these traditions?
Youāre not reclaiming your roots ā youāre betraying them.
š You Canāt Be Pagan and a Colonizer
This part is especially important:
Paganism and white supremacy are not friends.
If your practice is built on stolen rituals, misused cultural items, or bastardized interpretations of someone elseās tradition ā especially without respect or acknowledgment ā then youāre not a witch. Youāre a spiritual colonizer.
And if you think āclosed practicesā are just gatekeeping, consider this:
Some magic is dangerous. Some paths require initiation, training, ancestral permission, and cultural context. Thatās not gatekeeping. Thatās respect.
So no ā you donāt need to call on deities from cultures you donāt belong to.
No ā you donāt need to use Indigenous terms you donāt understand.
No ā you donāt get to claim spiritual superiority because you read one book and burned some sage from Walmart.
Do your research. Earn your path.
Magic without accountability is just ego.
š A Word on Gender, Queerness, and the Craft
Letās talk about transphobia and homophobia in the witchy world, because yes ā unfortunately, it still exists.
If your witchcraft only recognizes binary gender roles, excludes trans and nonbinary people, or reduces womanhood to wombs ā congratulations, youāve fallen for patriarchy disguised as spirituality.
Historically, queer and gender-fluid individuals held sacred roles in magical societies around the globe:
Galli priestesses of Cybele in ancient Rome, who were trans or gender-nonconforming.
Two-Spirit people in many Indigenous traditions, honored for their dual spiritual perspectives.
Hijra communities in South Asia, who have long played ceremonial and spiritual roles.
Queerness is not new to magic. It is magic.
To exclude LGBTQ+ folks from the craft is not traditional ā itās ahistorical.
š What About Free Speech, Though?
This always comes up, so letās say it loud for the people in the back:
Free speech protects you from government punishment.
It does not protect you from community consequences.
If you spread hate, lies, or oppression, people have every right to call you out, ban you from spaces, and stop buying your snake oil.
Being a witch isnāt a license to harm.
Being ācontroversialā doesnāt make you enlightened.
Being āhonestā doesnāt excuse being cruel.
š§¹ Clean House, Witches ā Spiritually and Socially
If youāre reading this and feeling seen ā good.
If youāre reading this and feeling defensive ā even better.
Because hereās the truth:
We all mess up. Weāre all learning. But itās what you do next that counts.
Are you willing to deconstruct harmful beliefs?
Are you listening to marginalized voices?
Are you giving back to the communities you take from?
Are you unlearning supremacy disguised as ātraditionā?
Are you practicing consent, compassion, and clarity?
Thatās the real spellwork.
š„ Final Word: Paganism Is Not a Refuge for Bigots
If your witchcraft only works when others are suffering ā itās not witchcraft. Itās control.
If your paganism only uplifts people who look like you ā itās not paganism. Itās a cult of ego.
If your spirituality isnāt rooted in love, justice, balance, and humility ā itās not divine. Itās dangerous.
Letās stop pretending otherwise.
Letās make it crystal clear:
Paganism has no room for white supremacy.
Witchcraft has no room for transphobia.
The sacred has no room for hate.
And if that offends you? You can kindly hex your way out the back of this blog.
š± Keep It Sacred, Keep It Just
Letās build a spiritual community that honors:
The land we walk on.
The ancestors who guide us.
The people beside us.
The futures weāre shaping.
Magic without ethics is just manipulation.
Spirituality without justice is just performance.
And witches, we were not made to perform.
We were made to transform.
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You were just a bartenderāuntil a portal dropped you into a world of magic. Now, your cocktail skills blend potions like no oneās ever seen. Healing with a twist of lime. Fireballs with a salted rim. You donāt cast spells. You serve them.
WARNING: SMUT 18+, Enemies To Lovers Trope, Harassment From Faustus Blackwood, Jealousy, Sexual Tension, Praise Kink (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Orgasm Denial (R Receiving), Use Of Magic, Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Rough Sex, Scratching (Zelda Receiving), Choking (R Receiving)
PREFACE: Reader was a new hire at the Academy Of Unseen Arts and since the beginning, Zelda has always had it out for her...but not in the way Reader thought
A/N: Flashbacks In Italic!
Ever since I began working at the Academy, she's been the bane of my existence. No matter where I went, what lecture I was teaching or event I was at, Zelda Spellman has made it her personal mission to make my life a living hell.
I wracked my brain for months, but couldn't fathom a possible reason to warrant why she treated me the way that she did. Everything from petty brushes she'd give me in the hallways to ridiculing me in front of students, there were no lengths she wouldn't go to, to ensure I was miserable.
A prime example of this would be the time I was teaching my Potions class. I was brewing a concoction that would turn any object into gold, when she walked in mid-lecture.
"You have to make sure to use an even balance of stable and reactive elements, while remembering and reciting the proper incantation. Any questions?"
I look into the crowd and see the redhead raise her hand.
"Yes, Professor Spellman?", I sighed,
"How do you expect anyone to memorize what you teach with such a dreary approach?", she mocked, earning chuckles and murmurs from the students.
"I mean for Satan's sake, I was lulling off before I even walked in"
To say it took all the strength I had to keep a level head would've been an understatement. Humiliating me in front of our colleagues was one thing, but to do so in front of students? That was the straw that broke the camel's back. So, from that moment on, I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.
"Maybe you should get some rest then or better yet, drop dead"
The teens all turn to each other in absolute shock.
"After all, aren't you a few centuries past your expiration date?", I added on.
To my surprise, she seemed completely unfazed by my first ever retaliation. In fact, I could've sworn I saw a slight smirk tug at her lips. She simply turned away and walked off, leaving me with the now rowdy pupils.
That didn't prompt any sort of change afterwards though. The only difference it made was when she would fire at me, I'd fire back and I thought that's just how things were going to be.
Which brings us to tonight. The Lupercalia celebration. Though I didn't quite enjoy the idea of supervising students while they fornicated, I was a member of staff after all and I had certain duties to fulfill. As each pair walked off into the woods, baskets in hand, I go to retreat back into the academy, where a cup of coffee and a book awaited me on my desk.
When out of nowhere, my path was blocked by none other than Father Blackwood. If there was one person on earth I despised more than Zelda, it was Faustus. He was always so condescending and smug with the way he spoke to people. He'd treat everyone as if they were beneath him and I for one wasn't going to kiss his ass the way other female staff members did.
"Good evening, Miss (Y/L/N)", he grinned.
"Father Blackwood"
"A marvelous event, is it not?"
"Sure", I shrugged.
"Why the skepticism?", he narrowed his gaze.
"Nothing"
"Oh, you needn't shy away. You're a brilliant woman and I would love to hear your thoughts", he insists, leaning in closer towards me.
I take a step back to establish some distance, whilst clearing my throat.
"Well, it's just not really my thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure the idea of women getting chased by ravenous men in wolf heads sounds thrilling to certain people, but I don't really get it", I explained, unbothered to hide the sarcasm in my tone.
"Oh?", he challenged, taking a step closer.
"Maybe I could be of service, hm? Change your mind and get you in the...holiday spirit?", he added, backing me up against a tree.
"Faustus", I warned, as he dipped down to look at me.
"What? Are you scared-"
"There you are", a voice called out.
We both turn and there stood Zelda. I never thought I'd say this, but I was actually glad to see her.
"Must I do everything around here? You said you would help me organize tomorrow's event once the hunt had begun and here you are, killing time? This is truly just like you"
"I-"
"We've wasted enough time. I'm sorry Father Blackwood, but you'll have to excuse (Y/N)", she says, walking up to us and hauling me away by my arm before he could even get a word in.
Once we were inside the Academy, she let me go and compelled the doors to close shut.
"You're welcome"
"For what?", I questioned, knitting brows together.
"For this. Rescuing you"
"I didn't ask for your help-"
"Oh, so you enjoyed his advances?"
"No-"
"Then I stand by what I said. You're welcome", she interrupted, leaving me more confused than I was to begin with.
"You hate me"
"Says who?", she scoffed.
I shake my head in disbelief.
"Um, I'm sorry, where the months of you endlessly taunting me just a coincidence then?"
"Oh, that was just me pulling at your pigtails. I find it rather adorable how red in the face you get"
And for the first time ever, I felt something other than malice towards her.
"And even if I did, I don't have to like you to keep you out of harm's way", she added, circling me like a shark in water.
"I guess"
The uncertainty in my voice painfully obvious.
"Besides, we both know you wouldn't let that horrid man lay a finger on you...would you?", she said, dragging her finger down my arm.
"No", I muttered under my breath, as stopped right in front of me.
Her eyes rake up and down my frame, causing an unfamiliar chill to shoot up my spine.
"Very good", she almost whispered, leaning in closer.
Only this time, I didn't find myself wanting to pull away.
In fact, the less distance there was between us, the thicker the air became. I eventually managed to step back, averting my gaze.
"Why are you doing this?", I exhaled.
"It wasn't enough for you to make me miserable, now you wanna play mind games? What do you want from me?"
"I want you"
Tears began to cloud my vision, but not out of sadness, but from frustration and being utterly lost. She had been driving me up the wall since I got here and I nearly lost my mind trying to figure out why.
"If this is another trick, save it-"
"It isn't"
I take in a deep breath, watching her contemplate her next choice of words.
"I've said things, hurtful things and I'm not denying that, but I want to make it known that I meant none of it"
"Sure you didn't"
"How would lying benefit me at this moment?", she rebutted.
"I don't know, to save face? To lure me into a false sense of security?"
She sighs, bowing her head down.
"No-"
"Then what is this? What are we doing here?"
When she wouldn't give me an answer, I got fed up and turned to walk away.
"I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest about my true feelings", she admitted, stopping me in my tracks.
"From the moment you've arrived, I've been watching you"
"What?"
"Something about you was just so...tempting. Your doe eyes, your voice...your lips", she says, eyeing them down.
God, if looks could kill.
"I tried to keep away, believe me, I did, but for whatever reason, I couldn't get you out of my mind. So, I settled for teasing you like some petulant school girl which, in hindsight, doesn't aid me currently, but...it got me the attention I was looking for"
Every puzzle piece was falling into place right before me. It all started to finally make sense.
"Why didn't you just tell me?"
She raises her brows, scoffing.
"And risk the humiliation had you rejected me? I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm rather headstrong and possess quite the ego. I can only admit this now because I want you to trust me", she explains, taking one last step towards me and leaving only a few inches of space.
"Besides...isn't the chase half the fun?", she challenged.
As the seconds passed, so did the last of my reservations. How was I possibly expected to think straight when the smell of her perfume and signature cigarette smoke filled my senses? When I began to lose my way in her sage green eyes that rivaled labyrinths?
"Zelda-"
"Say the word and I'll walk away", her voice barely above a whisper.
"But please do so quickly. I'm not sure how much longer-"
Throwing all caution to the wind, I finally pull her face into a kiss. A kiss so needy and desperate, I was sure my lips were now painted the same crimson shade as hers were. Her hands take me in by the small of my waist, as mine crept into her auburn locks, grasping at the roots.
It was as if someone set fire to my skin. I was almost certain I would have fallen to my knees if it hadn't been for her firm grip. With a gust of wind swirling around us, we were now standing in a bedroom that I assumed was hers.
"It's not too late", she exhaled, giving me a chance to back out.
"You can still-"
"I want this"
"How badly?", she questioned, grazing her teeth on the side of my neck.
"Please, I need you", I whined, feeling her hand grab my breast.
"Where? Here?", she teased, as my body bucked against hers.
"Or..."
Her hand then slides down my abdomen and into my skirt, cupping my clothed core and earning a gasp.
"There it is", she chuckled, pushing my panties to the side and rubbing up and down my damp folds.
She reveled in them. Each and every pathetic sound that left me. From her low groans and pants, it was as if she could get off by simply seeing me come apart in her grasp.
Once she had gathered enough of my slick, she pushed two fingers into me, as my head fell back with a moan that bounced off the walls.
"You're such a cute little thing", she praised, littering my collarbones with bitemarks and hickeys.
She began curling her digits in and out me, slowly building up momentum, and with each stroke, she would press directly into my g-spot. With her skills, it should've come as no surprise to me when I felt my climax already beginning to build.
I clutch onto her shoulders for support, burying my face into her chest.
"Fuck", I moaned through gritted teeth.
"That's it", she muttered, capturing my lips once more.
Our tongues fighting for dominance, before mine eventually surrendered.
Her pace grew more rampant, almost ramming into me now. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but before I was able to find out, she pulls her hand away, leaving me aching and heavy-breathing.
"Zelda, please-"
"Keep whining and I'll stop all together", she warned, holding me up by the curve of my ass.
"And we wouldn't want that, would we?", she questioned.
"No", my voice merely a whimper.
Smirking, she sucks her fingers clean, whilst humming at the taste.
"God, you're just as sweet as you look", she said, before walking me backwards into the bed, where I fell onto my elbows.
"If you behave, I'll have you coming over and over to your heart's content", she says, running her finger down the side of my face.
Her cat like grin only adding to the anticipation.
"I just need to get your special surprise, but first", she announced and with a wave of her hand, we were both undressed.
Our clothes in a pile on the floor.
I couldn't help but rake my stare up and down her form. She was nothing short of perfection and I internally cursed myself for denying myself this paradise for so long. Every curve and dip, her auburn locks effortlessly cascading down her shoulders and the smudged rouge on her lips. It took everything in me not to lose myself before the real fun had begun.
"Like what you see?"
"Yes", I breathed out, grabbing her by the waist and nipping at her alabaster skin.
With a soft giggle, she saunters off towards the closet, rummaging through a few things, before pulling out a velvet box and making her way back to me. Her slender fingers undo the latch and lifts the lid up to reveal a black strap waiting inside.
My eyes meet hers once more, this time, with a new found fire.
"Help me out, darling?"
I grab the toy and she steadies herself with my shoulders, as I helped her into the harness. Once it was secured around her hips, she pulls me into yet another heated kiss, carefully laying me down and situating herself between my legs.
"You know usually, I enjoy hearing you argue with me", she pants between kisses, whilst pawing at my hips and breasts.
"But seeing you so needy it renders you speechless? Now that's a treat", she adds, throwing my calves around her waist.
I couldn't fight back, even if I wanted to. My mind was not as it was and she didn't bother hiding how much she loved it. All I could do was wrap my limps around her tighter and let out one pathetic moan after the other.
She looks down between us and takes a hold of the toy by its base, sliding the tip up and down my dripping folds.
"Seems like you're adequately prepped", she muttered under her breath.
Without wasting one more moment, she thrusts into me and fills me to the hilt. If there was anyone in this house, I'd made my presence more than clear with the pornographic gasp I let out.
Immediately, her pace was fast and rough, as if she were racing against time. Had it not been for the foreplay, I was sure to be ripped apart.
"Zelda!", I cried out, gripping the roots of her hair.
"You're doing so good. So fucking good", she praised, hooking her arms under mine to ram into me.
My vision faded in and out of darkness from the pleasure overwhelming every one of my senses. The knot in the pit of my tightening with each thrust.
I claw down her back, only encouraging her to go faster.
"Yes! Oh God!"
"He can't help you", she groaned against my neck.
I felt like a raw nerve in the most delicious way. I'd never been fucked this good or this thoroughly in my life.
She quickly took notice of the way she struggled against my clenching walls and wrapped a hand around my throat.
"You wanna come?"
"Yes! Fucking yes!", I cried out.
"Say it, say you're mine and I'll let you"
"I'm yours, fuck, I'm all yours! Give it to me, please!"
Ultimately satisfied with my begging and pleading, she reaches her other hand down to vigorously rub my throbbing clit.
"Do it, show me", she panted.
That was all I needed to hear. I came undone, screaming her name and digging my nails deeper into her back.
"Good girl", she exhaled, kissing my cheek and helping me ride out my orgasm.
By the end, my mind was reduced to mush and the room smelt of sex and sweat. She allowed me to catch my breath, before gently pulling out of me, leaving me whining at the sore emptiness. Once she magicked the toy away, she envelopes me in her warm embrace.
