Vesta Spellman

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[vestaspellman]

“A bottle of wine contains more philosophy than all the books in the world" 

Indie and Selective Interpretation of Vesta Spellman, the Eldest Spellman Sister

Originally Featured in “Sabrina the Teenage Witch” 

Non-Canonical Mother of  Ambrose Spellman in “Chilling Adventures of Sabrina”

A Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Sabrina the Teenage Witch RP 

[vestaspellman]

There’s no sense asking if the air is good if there’s nothing else to breathe.

“Are you sure you aren’t a thespian? With dramatics such as that, I believe you could win all the trophies award season does present.” Vesta herself was prone to being colorful, but even she didn’t make a fight out of every conversation. That was Bella’s gift. “Now what exactly is this newest monologue razzling on about?”

[vestaspellman]

I know. You know I know. I know you know I know.

“Wait...I’m sorry...I think I blacked out for a moment.” She stated, rubbing her temples, eyes squeezed shut. “Either that or you stopped communicating in the language that is english.” She had to admit, age wasn’t helping her overcome the hangovers she had caused, but nothing a bit of breakfast would not fix. “Be a good little pup and fetch me my coffee, sweetie darling.”

[hidethenotes]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 | 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕖

What shall we hang the holly or each other?

I’m vilifying you, for God’s sake — pay attention!

I’ve snapped and plotted all my life. There’s no other way to be king/queen and alive.

Hush dear, mother’s fighting.

He had a mind like Aristotle and a form like mortal sin.

You’re so deceitful you can’t ask for water when you’re thirsty. We could tangle spiders in the webs you weave.

I know. You know I know. I know you know I know. We know _ knows, and _ knows we know it. 

We’re a knowledgeable family.

Kings, queens, knights everywhere you look and I’m the only pawn.

Did you ever love me? 

If I went up in flames there’s not a living soul who’d pee on me to put the fire out.

The day those stout hearts band together is the day that pigs get wings.

When I bellow, bellow back!

Piss on your peace.

Of course, he has a knife, he/she always has a knife, we all have knives!

We’re both alive… and for all, I know that’s what hope is.

Why you chivalric fool—as if the way one fell down mattered.

In a world where carpenters get resurrected, everything is possible.

Well, what family doesn’t have its ups and downs?

I want Poetry and Power and the young men who create it.

You love nothing. You are incomplete. 

The human parts of you are missing. 

You’re as dead as you are deadly.

Dear me, whatever shall we do with mother?

We breed wars. We carry it like syphilis inside.

I adored you. I still do.

Of all the lies you’ve told, that is the most terrible.

A king/queen? Because you put your ass on purple cushions?

There’s no sense asking if the air is good if there’s nothing else to breathe.

[vestaspellman]

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[vestaspellman]

auntiezelda·:

vestaspellman·:

The witch looked around, eyeing everyone that stared at her. She wasn’t surprised, these sheltered little magis sure about to get a lesson in what the world beyond was like. Still, Vesta wasn’t expecting miracle. If she could do her business and leave, maybe convincing one or two of the Nightlings to branch out into the world, she would consider it a successful endeavor.

“What? It’s as if you’ve all seen a ghost.” She cackled lightly, tossing her purse at the same figure she had thrown her jacket at. “I should be asking you why you summoned me from my island paradise. You should come visit, and get a little sun on those corpse like cheeks.” She winked, sighing lightly. “Though, I can’t imagine being away from all of this…” The sarcasm oozed from her voice, tisking lightly at all that stood around her, old as earth itself. 

“Now have your servant girl bring us some wine and we can discuss why exactly you are signalling for help in all corners of the world. It isn’t Ambrose is it. He hasn’t blown something else up has he?” She asked, ready to throw her sunglasses back on her face in preparation for the migraine that was her son. “Or has Ysabella tried to beat her brother in disappointing me.” 

             Zelda could feel her blood pressure rising at the sheer audacity of her sister. The shots at her appearance were expected, but to show such disrespect.. Was Vesta truly so incapable of not making a spectacle of herself, or making a mockery of everything their family had been built upon? And the flippant, arrogant way the woman spoke of her own children made her see red.

             “That is my daughter, Vesta, not some servant. You’d know that should you invest even the slightest amount of interest in your own family instead of your own whims and desires and where those particular winds take you. As for your children, no. They are not responsible for any catastrophe as of late. Though one could hardly blame them for any acting out considering who spawned them,” she bit back before pulling herself together and straightening her posture. “We are under attack. By an exceptionally irksome gathering of pagans.” She must have clearly lost her mind if she truly was going to bother trying to convince Vesta of all witches to help them…

“A daughter?” Vesta clearly had not paid attention enough to the events that had conspired during her time in her island oasis. Unless they hadn’t told her, which in that case, well it was not her fault of not knowing who was who in this family. “Well, I wasn’t made you had toted a bebe onto this earth. Did i miss the epistle notifying me of such tidings?” She shrugged, continuing to survey her sights, making notes of all that she may be able to help improve.

“Well. At least my proteges are behaving themself with mother’s absence.” She would take credit for that, even if she had zero hand in raising either of them. They still shared her blood, meaning in a way it was her genetics that made them who and what they were . “Pagans....how irksome. Nevertheless, I have arrived, willing and ready to work with whatever you have planned. I assume you have sort of agenda for me to read...mayhap a powerpoint presentation.” Suddenly she had perked up, the need for recognition and heroism fueling her, back straightening as she sat down on the worn sofa.

[vestaspellman]

Ambrose Something Spellman! We have so many disasters bombarding us right now, my dear. The middle name of an ungrateful child is hardly a priority.

Vesta Spellman 

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Words of Encouragement with Moira Rose

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[vestaspellman]

Actual Picture of Vesta Spellman trying to pray

[vestaspellman]

Ah!! I love your blog and I love Vesta!

Vesta says Thank you but also watch out.

[dianelockhart-christinebaranski]

Happy New Year!

[selena-soto]

[tearthatcherryout]

Cruel Intentions (1999)

[vestaspellman]

IS THIS AMBROSE AND VESTA?

[vestaspellman]

highwiitch‌:

“You must enjoy seeing me like this.” Maerose wasn’t ready too meet the gaze that would tell her she was right. She didn’t need to see it in order to know. Her voice is quiet, too calm for the situation. But oh, she is so tired. “So broken. Isn’t that what you always wanted to see?”

“Honestly do you think me that heartless.” Vesta stated. Even she didn’t not get joy out of the impending doom of the coven, let alone her sister being shot by a mortal. Still, if Vesta wasn’t falling to pieces over this, there was little reason Mae should. Zelda was bound to rally through. “But If I’m not crying, there is no reason in heaven you should be. Afterall, she is MY sister.”

[vestaspellman]

“Not there.” -firstwiitch (bc why not heheh)

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“Oh?” Vesta said, lounging on her bed in this woman’s home, having decided to take a chance on this woman. She had become itching for sex upon the arrival to Greendale, already missing her lovers in Greece. Well, she was not going to pass up the opportunity when it presented itself.

“Is there somewhere else you’d rather play?” 

[vestaspellman]

firstwiitch‌:

“Anywhere but there.”

Lilith is picky with whom she takes to bed. She never allows anyone random to come by. So when allowing Vesta to join her to simply ‘release tensions’, she has a certain amount of trust in the witch to not be boisterous.

“Backdoor is off limits for personal reasons.”

“Understandable. Not everyone can enjoy stuff. I’ve only met a few lucky warlocks and a hand full of witches who could make such enjoyable.” She stated, strutting over the couch that sat in the cottage, itching to throw off her clothes.

“Mayhaps here? Roomy yet full of options for all the pages of the Kama Sutra.” She shrugged. “And I’m not afraid to be somewhat adventurous”

[vestaspellman]

firstwiitch‌:

“You’re welcome. It does take some practice to develop a whiplash tongue. Even more for another to appreciate its value.”

Lilith chuckles again and with a shake of her head, she rolls her eyes upwards, “I didn’t say that. Though, I think you underestimate Father Blackwood. I’m sure he would be delighted to have more than one witch as his wife. The man does take his carnal pleasure to a disgusting level.” All tones of humor are lost as she adds, “The Dark Lord is a heavy influence. Both are bastards. It’s unfortunate your sister is willing to put her self in the clutches of one of the worst warlocks simply for power and prestige. A meager attempt to clear the Spellman name.”

She scoffs, “I never did understand the need to place power in names. It’s all the same folly. It has no bearings. Anyone under the Dark Lord are sheep.” Lilith pauses, “Even his concubine. Though, I am trying to break free of the Infernal flock. It makes me admire you, Vesta. You took a path I can only ever dream of.”

It was nice to have someone so agreeable when it came to her life choice. Her sisters’ were the first to scold her for everything and everything, whether it be leaving the Chruch of Night to pursue a much more spiritual calling, or letting them raise the two children she did not have the resources to care for them. It was refreshing to here her own views validated.

“Please. Hilda...the virgin?” Vesta laughed. “I know Faustus. He doesn’t like them timid and inexperienced. Maybe when finally gets herself defiled he will even give her the time of day.” The witch shook her head, smirking slightly as the other woman, clearly part of the Church, spoke words so true about zelda, the blonde haired woman automatically releasing another airy laugh. “That’s Zelda for you. Doing anything and everything to get what she never could have. When we were little she swore she would be High Priestess until father told her she never get to do such. Well, I guess this is the closest she will get. It’s a shame, willing to go into a political marriage all for a title. It won’t be long before she’s pregnant. She’ll have to secure her place somehow. It’s all very Henry the 8th.” 

“It’s never too late you know...to follow your dream, leave the church. I’m proof aren’t I?” Vesta approached the woman. “What is your name?” She asked, slowly reaching a stray hair that had fallen out of place from the brunettes perfect sort curls, pushing it back where it belonged with the lightest touch, one that seemed to linger even after it’s task was done.