Zelda Spellman🖤

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Definitely throwing shade. SS @li-llth.bsky.social 🌚💜 Familiar, Vinegar Tom💙💙 Written by #Porcelainmourning.🖤

The witch took the flyers and nodded. “I’ll return to you once I have handed out these flyers. I won’t be very long. My home is called the Spellman Mortuary.” Zelda took out a card from her pocket and handed it to the other. It had her and her sisters contact information on it. “If you need

️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ@sweethymn.bsky.social · 3mo ago

she held out some flyers for the woman to take, eyes watching her with admiration. “ the whole acting bit has always been a struggle for me, i commend you. “

Zelda’s eyes lit up. The Nutcracker. A personal favourite of hers. And the fact that Dahlia planned to give all proceeds to children’s heart—that, warmed Zelda’s heart. “Without a shadow of a doubt.” She smiled genuinely. Wanting nothing more than to help this young women and the children. +

️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ@sweethymn.bsky.social · 3mo ago

dolly blinked, a bit taken aback at the generosity she was being shone— a far cry from the previous patrons she’d met today. “ that would be amazing, are you sure? “

Zelda accepted the drink with a graceful smile, fingers curling around cool glass. “My, enchanted honey? You certainly know how to tempt a witch.” Taking a sip, eyes widening in pleasant surprise. “Dare I say, you’ve really outdone yourself. This is divine.” Zelda was impressed.

Tatiana Crawford@childofthehearth.bsky.social · 3mo ago

-- {READER}?" She handed the drink over once they walked up. "Excellent choice! This is one of my favorites. Perfect thing to cool you down on this hot day."

Zelda had been heading out towards the Academy of Unseen Arts, after speaking to her sister Hilda at the Spellman Mortuary. She heard Dahlia and outstretched her hand to take the flyer. A warm, prominent, aura about her. “Well hello there..” Her tone soft. Eyes scanning the flyer. “Ballet,

️️ ️️ 𝕯ᴬ̲ᴴ̲ᴸ̲ᴵ̲ᴬ̲ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ@sweethymn.bsky.social · 3mo ago

&&. @zeldaspellman.bsky.social a flyer in hand, warm smile being ignored by nearly everyone that passed her by. dahlia sighed, watching another approach. she stepped forward, offering the flyer. “ pardon me, are you interested in the ballet? ”

[#OpenRP: Detailed] The bunker had never been intended to feel like a home. It was practical, secure, built to withstand threats both mortal and infernal. Stone walls lined with ancient books, shelves crowded with preserved herbs and curiosities, candlelight flickering against reinforced steel. +

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